This place had always been "purgatory", but now, there was something else that was called "the original taste".
It was just like the imitations of some international brands. In terms of quality, the difference was really very small. Some imitations were even better than the real thing in terms of quality. However, in the eyes of consumers, the real thing had an atmosphere that belonged to him, a purity that belonged to him.
Right now,
The true devil had descended,
All living things were equal,
In front of hell,
Collectively,
Trembled!
At this moment, the equipment in the various laboratories began to tremble, as if they had sensed a kind of magnetic field and call. The killing weapons and tools from before seemed to have their own consciousness at this moment.
They began to cheer, they began to become active, and they were even a little impatient, waiting for a new round of food that belonged to the devil.
There was the sound of chains rubbing, the sound of scalpels and surgical forceps colliding, the "Creak" of stretchers, the "Rustle" of doors and windows, and even the incineration workshop used to cremate corpses,
There were also ashes,
Flying everywhere.
High and low, neat and messy sounds were perfectly integrated at this moment, forming a passionate rhythm. It was like Beethoven's "Symphony of Fate", slowly opening the prelude at this moment, walking towards the climax.
This was a kind of aura, and also a kind of rendering. It was truly eerie, truly terrifying. It was a little like the candlelight on the table. It would not bring any change to the taste of the dishes,
But this sense of form..,
Was indispensable.
Zhou Ze, who had lost half of his arm, walked in this research institute. He walked very, very slowly
As he watched himself from eighty years ago carry out his own judgment, his own killing..,
The first time..,
Zhou Ze truly realized..,
Death..,
It turned out that it was really a kind of art.
With its own unique rhythm..,
It contained its own unique charm..,
It was like a fine wine that had been stored in the cellar for many years. Before he drank it, he was already intoxicated by the fragrance of the wine. Now, he slowly tasted it. The fragrance of the wine entered his mouth, flowed to the tip of his nose, and finally fell into his stomach. The burning taste instantly attacked his entire body.
It was so comfortable and satisfying that you almost couldn't help but want to moan!
The white coats were like headless flies in the research institute. They kept running back and forth, screaming, crying, and roaring. After the identity of Demon and Lu Da was swapped, it proved that no one was more noble than the other. In the same position and situation, everyone was the same.
Back then, when they were faced with the struggling and wailing of the prisoners in the experimental site, they might still be able to laugh and chat, and they could even discuss which of the nearby comfort centers was more hospitable.
At that time, they were outside, and others were inside. But now, they were inside, and they no longer had the leisure and carefree mood they had when they were outside.
They encountered the most terrifying "ghostly wall". They knew they had to run, but they couldn't.
He was like a lab rat that was kept in a container. His fate was already decided.
Because of Zhou Ze's special instructions,
Therefore, the following death scene was not as straightforward as the beginning. Previously, it was the blooming of the epiphyllum, but now, it was a bud waiting to bloom and then wither.
Every process could not be missing, and every link could not be missing,
From the nurturing of fear, to the suppression in the early stage, the details in the middle stage, and the extension of pain in the later stage, the flower of life was so delicate, but it was slowly burned in countless ways.
Death would not let you die easily, nor would it let you die simply. It would squeeze out every bit of your fear, release your last pain, and even your soul would not be let go.
Don't think that the end of the physical body is liberation,
The true inability to live or die has only just begun after your physical body is completed.
One had to know that the soul was more sensitive than the physical body. The punishments of hell were mostly targeted at the soul.
If the physical body was compared to a bag, then the soul was the VIP hiding inside,
Who was more sensitive,
They all understood.
The art of killing,
The whirlpool of death,
It was constantly clamoring, constantly wandering, and constantly crisscrossing.
Zhou ze lowered his head,
He saw that the blood on the ground seemed to have become alive. It was like a landscape master waving ink, constantly changing its appearance.
It was gloomy, mysterious, and ghostly. It was like the stars decorating the night sky, carrying a kind of mockery and ridicule that did not need to be concealed at all.
Pools of blood continued to extend over, turning into blood-colored lotus flowers at Zhou Ze's feet. On each petal, there was a painful face. It was the souls of the white coats that had just died. This was their imprisonment, this was their terrifying feast.
It was like watching a black-and-white television when he was young. There were lines and patches of white. The lines were very messy, and the white was not very white either. Under the chaotic changes, it was dazzling, nauseating, and disgusting.
Zhou ze bent down,
He used his remaining hand to cover his chest,
He felt a little nauseous.
It was not sympathy, nor was it pity. It was just pure surprise,
The him from eighty years ago,
Compared to the current him,
He seemed to be even more ruthless.
The incomplete body was still walking,
Slowly, as if he was admiring his own masterpiece,
At a certain time,
He would appear in front of a living man in a white coat and use him as a side dish. He would throw him into this passionate symphony and turn him into one of the notes, or he would squeeze out his fresh blood to supplement this blood-colored romantic watercolor.
He did not smile sinisterly,
In fact, other than the time when he opened his eyes to look at Zhou Ze, his eyes were actually closed.
He looked a little careless,
But he was like an artist who pursued the most perfection, an orchestra conductor. He dutifully performed his duty and did everything to the best of his ability, to make the audience... satisfied.
Oh no,
It was actually to make himself satisfied.
A dream that crossed eighty years of time,
Each located at the two ends of time,
What exactly was a dream,
And what was a false part that could be changed in a dream,
Zhou Ze did not understand, nor did he understand.
But probably..,
Eighty years ago, he woke up here and began to kill here. He began to purify himself. This should be true.
As for whether he had seen his current self eighty years later, whether because he had accepted his commission, he had made this extremely simple killing more complicated, more tiring, more long, and more enjoyable for him,
That was unknown.
If he wanted to know the truth..,
He could only wait to dig out the secret underground,
Leave this dream..,
In reality..,
To look at the traces left behind eighty years ago..,
This way, he could obtain the most correct judgment.
However..,
Suddenly..,
Everything seemed to have been sped up.
Zhou Ze suddenly realized that the blood that had been changing patterns on the ground began to boil,
One by one, the white coats and military police who had been waiting to join the feast in order were thrown into the various laboratories. The experiments in the laboratories began to continue, the tools and equipment began to operate on their own, and all kinds of experiments began again. Even the notebooks and pens flew up on their own to record their own records.
However, the raw material was no longer the big road they used to talk about, but it had become themselves.
However, the change in this melody made Zhou Ze feel a little shocked. When he looked at the broken figure again, he found that the figure had already appeared in front of him.
He was grabbing half of his own head with both hands,
He looked very painful,
His body was also shaking non-stop,
It was as if he could no longer control himself.
Everything around him was his work, the art of death that belonged to him. Everything was changing according to his state of mind, and when he began to gradually fall into madness and lose control, everything around him also began to extend towards the cruel aesthetics of violence.
Screams..,
Wails..,
There were living people..,
There were dead souls..,
They were in even more pain.
Suddenly..,
The broken figure opened his eyes. There was a blood-red color in his eyes. For a moment, Zhou Ze was a little dazed.
He was shouting something at himself,
He seemed to be saying something to her.
But damn it..,
Why couldn't he hear a single word!
"I can't hear you, what are you saying!"
Zhou Ze shouted at him. He knew that what the other party was saying should be very important. This might even be a message that he had left for himself eighty years ago.
Through..
In the form of a dream.
But he couldn't hear anything. He really couldn't hear anything. In addition, the other party was on the verge of losing control and was almost roaring. Even if Zhou Ze knew lip language, he couldn't analyze what he was saying.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
A series of explosions rang out,
This was the sound of several exits being blown up.
The Japanese above no longer dared to go down. They planned to seal this place.
And at this moment..,
The broken figure seemed to be getting crazier and crazier,
The blood on the ground continued to rise and slowly covered it. At first, it only reached Zhou Ze's feet, then slowly reached Zhou Ze's knees, and in the end, it did not reach his waist.
Zhou Ze really wanted to call out to that figure again. He really wanted to know what he had just said, but Zhou Ze didn't have time to ask again, nor did he have time to do anything because blood had already drowned him.
"Gulp..."
His body..,
It was as if he had fallen into the depths of the ocean,
All around..,
It was a loneliness that made one feel despair,
And below..,
There was a broken figure..,
As if he was also raising his head and looking up, but the distance between the two of them was getting further and further away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The buoyancy began to increase, and Zhou Ze's speed began to increase. The suffocating panic also became stronger and stronger.
"Pfft..."
When Zhou Ze surfaced from the water,
He sat up from the sofa.
"Huhu... Huhu... Huhu... Huhu..."
Zhou Ze's body was drenched in sweat, and his entire body was drenched,
Bai Yingying, who was beside him, was still asleep, but her hair had already returned to the black color of a young girl. Even her skin had become tighter and more elastic, as if water could come out of it with a pinch.
It was like a fresh stamen that had been well moistened by the morning dew.
Zhou Ze reached out to cover his forehead,
He still hadn't come back to his senses,
The previous scene was too crazy and too shocking. Especially the artistic feeling reflected in the killing, it made people feel like they were in the center of an symphony orchestra,
No, it was the center of the tsunami!
At this moment..,
Zhou Ze's phone rang,
He glanced at the screen,
It was actually Zhang Yanfeng's phone call.
He picked up the phone and said weakly, "Hello.".
Zhang Yanfeng, who was on the other end of the phone, seemed very excited. There was a loud roar of machinery beside him. He shouted loudly,
"Hello, the higher-ups have agreed. They're going to dig, they're going to dig..."
They're going to dig?
Zhou Ze was still a little confused,
Dig what?
But soon..,
Zhou Ze suddenly woke up,
He immediately pointed the phone at his mouth and shouted,
"You can't dig it, you can't dig it now,
You must not dig it out!!! "
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