Chapter 218

Here, originally "Purgatory", but now, there is more something called authentic.

Just like the imitations of some major international brands, in terms of quality, the difference is really small, and even some imitations are better than the genuine ones in terms of quality, but in the eyes of consumers, the genuine ones have an atmosphere that belongs to them and their purity.

Right now,

The real devil comes,

All beings are equal,

In front of hell,

Collectively,

tremble!

At this time, the instruments in each laboratory gave out a tremor, like sensing a magnetic field and call, and the previous killing tools and tools seemed to have their own consciousness at this time.

They began to cheer, they began to be active, and they could not wait for a new round of satiety belonging to the devil.

There are the friction of chains, the impact of scalpels and forceps, the "squeaking" of stretcher trucks, and the "rustling" of doors and windows, even in the incineration workshop used to incinerate corpses,

There are also ashes,

Flying around.

A series of high or low, neat or messy sounds are perfectly integrated at this time, forming an exciting rhythm, just like Beethoven's symphony of destiny. At this time, the curtain slowly opens and moves towards the high tide.

This is a kind of aura, but 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 taste change to the dishes,

But this sense of form,

Indispensable.

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

Looking at himself eighty years ago, he made his own judgment and his own killing,

for the first time,

Zhou Ze really realized that,

Death,

It turned out to be an art.

With its unique rhythm,

It contains its unique charm,

It's like a good wine that has been cellared for many years. Before drinking it, you've been intoxicated by the aroma of the wine. Now you taste it slowly one mouthful at a time. The aroma of the wine enters from your mouth, flows to the tip of your nose, and finally falls into your stomach. The spicy taste instantly hits your whole body.

It's so comfortable that you can't help but want to send * * * *!

White coats are like headless flies running back and forth in the Research Institute, screaming, crying and neighing. When the identity of devil and road big is changed, facts have proved that there is no one more noble than who. In the same position and situation, everyone is the same.

At the beginning, in the face of the struggles and howls of those prisoners in the test field, they may be able to laugh and chat, and discuss which service in the nearby comfort center is more enthusiastic.

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

They encountered the most terrible "ghost hitting the wall", and knew they wanted to run, but they couldn't run out at all.

It's like a white mouse that is kept in a container in the laboratory. Its fate is actually doomed.

Because of Zhou Ze's special orders,

So the next picture of death is not as straightforward as it was at the beginning. Before, Epiphyllum bloomed. Now, it allows you to go from flower to bud until it finally fully blooms and then withers.

Every process must be completed and every link must be completed,

From the cultivation of fear, to the depression in the early stage, to the details in the middle stage, to the extension of pain in the late stage, the flower of life is so delicate, but it has been slowly seared in countless ways.

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

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

The real life and death is not good. In fact, it has just begun after the end of your physical body.

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

If the body is compared to the bag P, then the soul is the expensive head hiding in it,

Who is more sensitive,

All understand.

The art of killing,

The whirlpool of death,

Constantly noisy, constantly wandering, and constantly interlaced.

Zhou Ze lowered his head,

When he saw the blood on the ground, it seemed to become fresh, like a landscape master waving ink, constantly changing his appearance.

Gloomy, mysterious, ghost symbols, like stars to the night sky embellishment, with a kind of joke and ridicule that do not need to be covered up at all.

Pools of blood continued to extend, and turned into blood colored lotus flowers at Zhou Ze's feet. On each petal, there was a painful face, the ghost of the just dead white coats, which belonged to their imprisonment and their terrorist feast.

It's like watching the pictures on black-and-white TV when I was a child. Lines and pieces of white are very messy, and white is not so white. Under the chaotic changes, it makes people dizzy, disgusting and disgusting.

Zhou Ze bent down,

He covered his chest with his only remaining hand,

I feel sick.

It's not compassion, it's not compassion, it's just a simple accident,

Eighty years ago,

Compared with myself now,

It seems to be more ruthless.

The crippled body is still walking,

Slowly, it seems that he is appreciating his own masterpiece,

At a certain time,

He appeared in front of a living white coat and threw it as a side dish into the passionate symphony into one of the notes, or freshly squeezed his blood to supplement the bloody romantic watercolor.

He didn't grin,

Even in addition to opening his eyes to see Zhou Ze at the beginning, he actually closed his eyes.

It seems a little careless,

But he is like an artist and conductor who pursues perfection most. He scrupulously abides by his duties and does his best in everything to make the audience... Satisfied.

Oh, no,

In fact, it is to satisfy himself.

Crossed the dream of 80 years of time distance,

At both ends of the time point,

What is a dream,

What is the false part that dreams can change,

Zhou Ze doesn't understand or understand.

But probably,

Eighty years ago, I woke up here, began to kill here, and began to purify myself. This should be true.

As for whether he saw himself now 80 years later, and whether he had accepted his commission to make this extremely simple killing more complicated, more tiring, longer and more enjoyable,

Then I don't know.

If you want to know the truth,

We can only wait to dig out the secrets underground,

Leave this dream,

In reality,

Go and see the traces left over 80 years ago,

Only in this way can we get the most correct judgment.

However,

Suddenly,

Everything seems to have been accelerated,

Zhou Ze suddenly found that the blood on the ground, which had changed the pattern, began to boil,

White coats and gendarmes, who had been waiting to be put into the feast in turn, were almost thrown into various laboratories. The experiments in the Laboratories began to continue, tools and instruments began to operate by themselves, and all kinds of experiments began to restart. Even the recorded pamphlets and pens danced by themselves to make their own records.

However, raw materials are no longer what they used to call big roads, but have become their own.

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

He held half of his head in his hands,

It seems very painful,

The body is constantly shaking,

It seems that I can't control myself.

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

Scream,

Wailing,

There are living people,

Those with dead souls,

They are even more miserable in this.

suddenly,

The broken figure opened his eyes with a kind of blood red in his eyes. For a time, Zhou Zedu was a little confused.

He was shouting something at himself,

He was telling himself something,

But damn it,

Why can't I hear a word!

"I can't hear what you're talking about!"

Zhou Ze shouted at him. He knew that what the other party said should be very important. This may even be a message left by himself 80 years ago.

By

The form of dream.

But he couldn't hear anything, and he couldn't really hear anything. In addition, the other party 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!"

A series of explosions came,

This is the explosion of several exits.

None of the Japanese above dare to go down any longer and intend to close this place.

At this time,

The broken figure seems to be getting crazier and crazier,

At this time, 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 finally, it was beyond the waist.

Zhou Ze wanted to stop the figure again. He wanted to know what he had just said, but Zhou Ze had no time to ask again or do anything again, because the blood had drowned him.

"Gudu............."

Body,

Like falling into the depths of the ocean,

all around,

It's hopeless loneliness,

And below,

There is a broken figure,

It seems that they are also looking up, but the distance between them is getting farther and farther 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 panic was becoming stronger and stronger.

"Poof......"

When Zhou Ze surfaced,

He sat up straight from the sofa.

"Hoo Hoo..... Hoo Hoo..... Hoo Hoo......"

Zhou Ze was sweating profusely, and his whole body was soaked,

The white Yingying around is still sleeping, but her hair has returned to the girl's black, and even her skin has become more tight and elastic, as if she could squeeze it out of the water.

Like fresh stamens, well moistened by the dew in the morning.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and covered his forehead,

He still hasn't recovered,

It's really that the previous picture is too crazy and too startled, especially the artistic sense embodied in the killing, which makes people feel that they are in the center of the symphony orchestra,

No, it's the center of the Tsunami!

At this time,

Zhou Ze's cell phone rang,

He glanced at the screen,

It's actually Zhang Yanfeng's phone.

I answered the phone with a feeble "hello".

Zhang Yanfeng on the other end of the phone seemed very excited, and there was a huge noise of machinery nearby. He shouted loudly:

"Hey, the boss has agreed to excavate, excavate......"

Excavation?

Zhou Ze is still a little confused,

Excavate what?

But soon,

Zhou Ze suddenly woke up,

Immediately point your mobile phone at your mouth and shout:

"No digging, no digging now,

Never dig it out!!! "

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