Chapter 22 Rose Manor (Twenty-one) The human form is evil
At 1:45 p.m., Qisi stood alone in a garden full of roses, holding the [Destiny Pocket Watch] borrowed from Chang Xu. central.
The air is filled with gray mist. On both sides of the path covered by twisted branches and vines, huge roses hang their heads wetly. The deep red color is as rich as blood, exuding A cold atmosphere.
Qisi’s fingers caressed the petals of the roses, and finally stopped on the most beautiful rose. He held the thorny stem of the rose, and used force on his wrist to pull it together with the flowers and leaves. Fold down.
The broken ends of the branches are connected with bright green filaments, spitting out light cyan juice, just like the capillaries of a poisoned person.
"You picked the roses," said a voice, as cold as a snake's message.
"You picked the roses." Countless voices merged into one voice, chanting the same words.
A drop of rain fell from the sky, hitting Qisi between the eyebrows.
He raised his eyelids and looked around. In the thick fog, clusters of gray shadows stood among the rose bushes, like scarecrows on duty, but they had clearly appeared not long ago.
There were corpses, including men, women, old and young. Some had rotted to the point of leaving only white bones, and some had faintly visible appearance.
Qisi saw Shen Ming's face among the figures surrounding him. The face of the newly dead ghost is lifelike, and the cracked skin appears sickly pale.
The dead who were buried here in reincarnations gathered here at this moment, and countless three-day time and space overlapped at this moment.
"Why can't I pick roses?" Qisi tilted his head and asked with a smile.
Lightning suddenly struck across the gray-purple sky, illuminating the monster-like gray castle in an instant.
The light and shadow flickered one black and one white, followed by the rumble of thunder.
Heavy rain fell from the sky.
The bloody white shirt was soaked by the rain, and the blood stains that had already condensed were surprisingly smudged. The rich reddish brown was diluted into a dreamy light pink, and even Qisi's whole body was shaking. Charming.
He asked again: "Why can't I pick roses?"
Just like he asked "Miss Anna" in the garden at nine o'clock in the morning.
"The rose belongs to me, and it can only belong to me." At that time, the woman in black, who looked like a ghost but still had a bit of life left in her, said.
Qiss asked again: "Is the same true for beauty?"
Miss Anna replied: "Yes, beauty belongs to me..."
"Then, what is beauty you love? Or is it someone or something with beauty?”
Miss Anna smiled when she heard this, her lips bloomed like blood flowers. She turned around and walked away on the path covered by flower branches, dragging her hair on the ground. The black skirt is swaying.
At this moment, Qisi asked knowingly. He raised his eyes past the silhouettes and looked into the distance where the smoke was steaming, and his eyes met the graceful black ink marks.
The hour hand of the pocket watch points to the hour.
It’s two o’clock in the afternoon.
……
Room 2.
Lin Chen sat by the bed without saying a word, watching Chang Xu at the desk flipping through the notes written with clues, and then recording the key points on a blank piece of papyrus with a pen.
Sudden variables and complex information flowed one after another in a very short period of time. Lin Chen's brain was already blank. He only remembered a few details that Qisi told him before leaving, and deduced them over and over again in his mind to ensure that Foolproof.
It was Ziss who extended an olive branch to him when he was most helpless and led him safely all the way to the present. He even risked his way to the third floor to make up for his negligence.
Now, he must not drop the chain no matter what, otherwise not only himself, but also Qisi will die...
The responsibility is too heavy, Lin Chen's palms began to sweat again, The blade in his hand became slippery and difficult to hold.
He subconsciously put down the blade and rubbed his hand on the sheets.
Chang Xu, who had his back turned to him, moved his ears slightly and asked without looking back: "What's wrong?"
... Do you have eyes on your back?
Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat, but he immediately adjusted his mentality and said haha: "I...I'm a little nervous. What method did Brother Qi come up with to clear the level?" He said, While carefully holding the blade in his hand again.
Chang Xu did not doubt that he was there, and replied truthfully: "I don't know."
"Dang, Dang."
A solemn and solemn bell sounded outside the door, and it struck twice in succession.
Lin Chen jumped up suddenly, raised the blade high and stabbed Chang Xu's neck, almost touching the skin!
The latter, as if he had been warned, turned his head to avoid it, and pressed him on the bed instead.
The blade in his hand was taken away, Lin Chen gritted his teeth and kicked randomly.
About an hour ago, Qisi entered the room first, put the blade into his hand, and told him word for word: "Brother Shen was killed by Chang Xu, and Chang Xu has a problem. If I didn't If you can come back before two o'clock, you must kill Chang Xu immediately, otherwise we will all die."
At that time, he looked at the young man's serious expression and forgot to ask the reason. He just muttered: "I...I can't do it..."
"You must do it." The look in Qisi's eyes Sinking like a pool of stagnant water, he smiled miserably, "This is the last resort. The only one I can trust is you. The blade I gave you is the only weapon I carry with me. Just treat me as a gambler and throw a single "Take note."
He wanted to say something more, but Qisi turned around and opened the door, letting the gloomy Chang Xu in...
Memories were wandering in his mind, and Lin Chen didn't know it. Wherever he came from, he raised his head and knocked Chang Xu on the chin, making a gesture to grab the blade.
Chang Xu was in pain and his eyes were slightly stern. The moment he was about to touch the blade, he hit his neck with an elbow.
Did it fail after all?
Lin Chen smiled bitterly in his heart. The strongest emotion was not the fear of death, but Qisi's guilt. He still betrayed people's trust, and now everything is over...
The sound of broken bones sounded, Lin Chen's pupils slowly expanded, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of all strength. It softened.
Chang Xu watched this scene quietly, confusion slowly appearing in his eyes.
What's going on? Why did Lin Chen suddenly want to kill him? What happened?
Also... Why do I have a strong sense of déjà vu when I was attacked from behind and scratched on the neck, but I can't remember it?
Chang Xu touched the back of his neck and fell into deep contemplation of self-doubt, gradually becoming messy in the wind.
......
At two o'clock in the afternoon, in the sea of roses, Qisi put the rose stem against his heart with his backhand.
The sap of the plant penetrates the flesh like life, turns into sharp thorns and penetrates into the heart, taking deep roots in all directions.
Blood flowers bloomed in rich colors on the white background, and the world in front of them suddenly collapsed and became dim.
Pain that was enough to shatter sanity swept through his brain. Zeiss gasped and muttered:
[My chest is rotten...]
Heart-mouth image There are countless insects crawling and twisting, forming fine webs on the surface of the skin and blood vessel walls, extending all the way along the flow of blood, penetrating deep into the organs, until they occupy every inch of the gap in the body.
The limbs began to melt, and the flesh and blood began to disintegrate and drip from the edges...
[Flesh and blood spread on the ground...]
Zou Yan's performance was a good demonstration, and Qisi was determined from this. The rose is the key to human beings becoming ghosts, and the four-line poem is a spell or formula.
The rose inserted in the heart grew vigorously as he chanted, spurting out from the mouth and nose, and black and green branches stretched out from the fingertips of the limbs.
【Rose lives here】
The dominance of consciousness is wavering, and self-perception is being tampered with and recast inch by inch.
Humans, non-humans, ghosts, monsters, beasts, gods... Countless thoughts gathered together in one place, exploded, and turned into little red debris scattered in the ocean of thoughts.
[Please believe that you are a human being]
The prompt text on the system interface is almost dripping with blood, and the four characters "You are not a human" appear half-brightly between the words. Shadow.
"Monster, you monster..."
"Go to hell! Why aren't you going to die?"
"Chisi, you are not human!"
A series of noisy screams mixed in the bottom of my mind, more than twenty years have passed. The abuse they suffered overlapped at the same time.
The appearance of Shen Ming's death flashed before Qisi's eyes, which was undoubtedly the result of complete ghost transformation and loss of human cognition.
Too ugly, he doesn’t like it.
Memories surged into waves. He half-closed his eyes and laughed softly: "I'm not a human or a ghost, so what am I?"
"You don't mean to say - —Am I a god? Hahahaha!”
The laughter became more and more unrestrained, and gradually turned into laughter.
The perception of time is distorted, and the short few seconds are stretched out, like a slowly plucked string in the eternal night.
【Tomorrow we will live together forever...】
The heavy rain that hit me suddenly hung in the air, frozen at a certain moment like a bead curtain strung with silk threads.
The raindrops refracted the gray-purple halo, and slowly rose up in the next second, flying high into the sky.
——Time travel is triggered.
The colors in front of me were knocked over, and the mixed oil paints became a ball.
The turbulent consciousness slowly settled, accumulating at the bottom of my mind like snowflakes.
A huge playing card of blood and black appeared out of thin air. Half of the face was a smiling figure, and the other half was filled with dark tentacles and scarlet eyes.
[You put on the mask of gentleness just to crush the hopes of others; under the harmless disguise, there are evil spirits that will eventually bring disaster to the world]
[You are destined to walk alone and be with destruction; you scream, howl, die, and fear, you watch with cold eyes, taking pain as pleasure]
[You are an evil ghost crawling out of hell, hiding among the crowd monster; in this amoral game, you will gain the freedom to do whatever you want]
[Congratulations on unlocking the identity card "Humanoid Evil"]
The exquisitely carved cards dissipated into blood-colored light spots above Qiss's head, and all of them disappeared into his body.
He maintained the posture of inserting the rose into his heart with both hands, and looked in the direction of the castle. His laughter gradually subsided and turned into a chuckle.
Whether Lin Chen kills Chang Xu or Chang Xu kills Lin Chen, it will lead to the same result.
Some people kill each other, and some turn into evil spirits. When the raindrops fall from the sky to the earth, the evil has already happened, and the evil spirits return to human form.
Prejudice drives the mavericks into the category of wild beasts. Dissidents and pioneers are accused of being devils in human skin, living in isolation or being punished by heaven and earth. The winner is regarded as a god, and the loser is regarded as an evil spirit.
And what Qiss wants is just to turn back time at two o'clock this time.
This chapter has been overturned and rewritten several times, but I am still not satisfied... Sigh.
(End of this chapter)