Chapter 222

Here, originally "Purgatory", but now, there is a more thing called original.

It's like the imitations of some big international brands. In terms of quality, the difference is really small. Even some imitations are better than the real ones in terms of quality. But in the eyes of consumers, the real ones have an atmosphere and purity that belongs to them.

At present,

the real devil comes,

all beings are equal,

in front of hell,

collective,

tremble!

At this time, the instruments in various laboratories emit trills, like sensing a kind of magnetic field and call. The previous killing weapons and tools seem to have their own consciousness at this time.

They began to cheer, they began to be active, they were a little impatient, waiting for a new round of feast belonging to the devil.

There are chain friction, the impact of scalpels and forceps, the squeaking of stretcher trucks, the rustling of doors and windows. Even in the incineration workshop where the corpses are burned,

there are ashes,

flying in disorder.

A high or low, or orderly or disorderly sound is perfectly integrated at this time, forming a passionate rhythm, just like Beethoven's symphony of fate, which slowly opens the curtain and moves towards the high Tide.

It's a kind of aura, also a kind of rendering. It's really gloomy and terrifying. It's a bit like candlelight on the table. It won't bring any flavor change to the dishes.

but this kind of formal sense is indispensable.

Zhou Ze, who lacks half of his arm, walks very slowly in this research institute.

seeing his own ruling 80 years ago, which belongs to his killing,

for the first time,

Zhou Ze really realized that

death,

was really an art.

With its unique rhythm,

contains its unique charm,

is like a good wine that has been cellared for many years, and it has been intoxicated by the fragrance before drinking. Now it is tasted slowly one by one, and the fragrance enters from the mouth, flows to the tip of the nose, and finally falls into the stomach. The hot taste spreads all over the body in an instant.

It's so comfortable that you can't help but want to send out a message!

White coats in the research institute seem to be headless flies running back and forth, screaming, crying and shouting. When the identity of the devil and the big street is changed, it turns out that no one is more noble than the other. In the same position and situation, everyone is the same.

At the beginning, when facing the struggles and wails of the prisoners in the test field, they may still be able to laugh and chat, and discuss which number of service in the nearby comfort center is more enthusiastic.

At that time, they were outside and others were inside. Now, they are inside, and they have no leisure when they were outside.

They encountered the most terrible "ghost against the wall", knew to run, but could not run out at all.

It's like the fate of the laboratory mice that are kept in containers.

Because of Zhou Ze's special order,

the next death picture is not as straightforward as it was at the beginning. It used to be Epiphyllum blooming. Now, it's to let you from the flower to the bract to the last full bloom and then wither.

Every process can't be short, every link can't be short,

from the cultivation of fear to the depression in the early stage, the details in the middle stage, the extension of pain in the later stage, the flower of life, so delicate, but it has been slowly branded by countless methods.

Death will not make you die easily, let alone simply, drain every bit of your fear, release your last pain, even your soul, will not let go.

Don't think that the end of the physical body is liberation.

the real life and death is not allowed. In fact, it is just beginning after the end of your physical body.

You should know that the soul is more sensitive than the body, and the punishment of hell is mostly aimed at the soul.

If the physical body is compared to the bag P, then the soul is the precious head in the bag. Whoever is more sensitive can understand it.

The art of killing,

the whirlpool of death,

is constantly noisy, wandering and interlaced.

Zhou Ze lowers his head,

when he sees the blood on the ground, it seems that it has also become fresh, like a master of mountains and waters who wields ink, constantly changing its appearance.

Gloomy, mysterious and ghost pictorial symbols are like the ornament of stars to the night sky, with a kind of joke and ridicule that need not be concealed at all.

A pool of blood continued to spread, turning into blood colored lotus flowers at zhouze's feet. On each petal, there was a painful face, the soul of the white coats who had just died. This was their imprisonment, this was their horror feast.It's like watching pictures on black-and-white TV when I was a child. Each line is left blank. The lines are very messy, and the white is not so white. Under the disturbance and change, it makes people dizzy, nauseous and disgusting.

Zhou Ze bent down and covered his chest with his only remaining hand.

It's not sympathy, it's not pity, it's just a simple accident. Compared with the present self,

who was 80 years ago, it seems to be more ruthless.

The mutilated body is still walking in it,

slowly like appreciating his own masterpiece,

at a certain time,

he appears in front of a living white gown, takes it as a side dish, throws it into this passionate symphony to make one of the notes, or freshly extracts his blood to supplement the bloody romantic water Color.

He didn't smile grimly,

even when he opened his eyes to see Zhou Ze at the beginning, he actually closed his eyes.

It seems a bit careless,

but he seems to be the most perfect artist and conductor. He does his duty and makes everything the best for the audience satisfied.

Oh no,

it's to satisfy himself.

The dreams crossed 80 years' time distance,

are located at both ends of the time point,

exactly what is a dream,

what is a false part of a dream that can be changed,

Zhou Ze does not understand or understand.

But it should be true that I woke up, killed and purified myself 80 years ago.

As for whether he has seen himself 80 years later, whether he has accepted his commission and made this extremely simple killing more complicated, tiring, long and enjoyable for him,

it is not clear.

If you want to know the truth,

you can only wait for the underground secret to be dug out,

to leave this dream,

in reality,

to see the traces left over 80 years ago,

in this way, you can get the most correct judgment.

However,

all of a sudden,

everything seems to be speeding up,

Zhou Ze suddenly finds that the blood on the ground that originally changed the pattern is beginning to boil,

one by one, the white coats and gendarmes who were waiting to be put into the feast in sequence are almost all put into each laboratory, and the experiments in the laboratory continue Tools and instruments began to operate on their own, and various experiments began again. Even the recorded books and pens danced to record on their own.

However, the raw materials are not the big roads they used to use, but become themselves.

But the change of the melody made Zhou Ze a little surprised. When he looked at the broken figure again, he found that the figure had appeared in front of him.

Holding his head in both hands,

seems to be very painful,

his body is shaking constantly,

seems to have been unable to control himself.

Everything around him is his handwriting, which belongs to his art of death. Everything is changing according to his mood. When he begins to fall into madness and out of control, everything around him begins to extend to cruel violence aesthetics.

Screams,

wails,

people who are alive,

people who are dead,

people who are suffering more.

Suddenly,

the broken figure opened his eyes, with a kind of blood red in his eyes. For a while, Zhou Ze was a little confused.

He's shouting at himself,

he's telling himself,

but damn it,

why can't he hear a word!

"I can't hear you. What are you talking about!"

Zhou Ze shouted at him. He knew that what the other side said should be very important, which might even be the message he left to himself 80 years ago.

By

The form of dreams.

But he couldn't hear anything. He couldn't really hear anything. In addition, the other side was on the edge of losing control and almost shouting. Even if Zhou Ze knew lip language, he couldn't analyze what he was talking about.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

From a series of explosions,

this is the sound of several exits being destroyed.

No one in the Japanese above dare to go down. They plan to close this place.

And then,The broken figure seems to be getting crazier and crazier.

the blood on the ground is constantly rising at this time. It's covered slowly. At first, it's only zhouze's feet, then zhouze's knees, and finally, it's not over the waist.

Zhou Ze would like to shout for that figure again. He would like to know what he said just now. But Zhou Ze has no time to ask again or do anything else, because the blood has drowned him.

"Gudu..."

The body,

seems to have fallen into the deep sea,

all around,

is a despairing loneliness in the heart,

and below,

has a broken figure,

seems to be also looking up, looking up, but the distance between the two people is more and more far away with the naked eye.

The buoyancy began to grow, Zhou Ze's rising speed began to grow faster and faster, and the sense of suffocation and panic became stronger and stronger.

"Poof..."

When Zhou Ze surfaced,

he sat directly on the sofa.

"Whoop Whoop Call... "

Zhou Ze was sweaty and wet all over, and the white warbler around him was still sleeping, but her hair had returned to the girl's black, and even her skin had become more tight and elastic, as if she could get out of the water with a pinch.

Like fresh pistils, they are well moistened by morning dew.

Zhou Ze put his hand to his forehead,

he had not returned to his mind yet,

it was really the previous picture, too crazy and too frightened, especially the sense of art reflected in the killing, which makes people feel that they are in the center of the symphony orchestra,

No, the center of the Tsunami!

At this time,

Zhou Ze's mobile phone rang,

he glanced at the screen,

it was Zhang Yanfeng's phone.

Answered the phone and gave a feeble "hello".

Zhang Yanfeng at the other end of the phone seemed very excited, and there was a loud mechanical roar beside him. He shouted:

"Hello, the head has agreed, it's time to excavate, it's time to excavate..."

Is it going to be excavated?

Zhou Ze is still a little confused. What is the excavation?

But soon,

Zhou Ze wakes up abruptly,

immediately points his mobile phone at his mouth and yells:

"no digging, no digging now,

never dig out!!!"

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