"So you predicted my actions." The prophet looked at the object in his hand and asked, "Why don't you stop me?" ”

"It's inevitable that the vault will be attacked. Anyway, sooner or later, it will be attacked, so it's better to let it happen. There will also be fewer casualties. Xu Fu said, "Having said that, if it were a complete me, I would have thought about it first, and then stopped you without thinking." But now I'm more cranky. ”

"I see." I don't know if the soothsayer understood or not, he just nodded, and then looked at the survivors.

Some crimes, even if the person himself admits to it, may not be able to win the approval of others. Like the prophet of the moment, he has long been regarded as a worthy hero and leader by the survivors, yet such a figure is suddenly accused of "attracting the undead and the living dead". Even if he had turned himself in rather happily under the accusation, the survivors would have had a hard time accepting the fact.

But it didn't take long for someone to force themselves to calm down and analyze the credibility of this matter. Then I gradually realized that the possibility of this thing was not only there, but also very high. Whether it's the monitors on the perimeter of the vault or the fortifications inside, the details of the destruction of these facilities are full of human traces. And among all of them, the prophet is the only one who can grasp the location and specific structure of all the monitors and fortifications, and complete the work of sabotage without knowing it.

There was a lot of discussion, and at the same time one after another the prophet was questioned, and the prophet answered all of them as the culprit. When it was destroyed and how it was destroyed, all confessed. Even the details that people didn't ask about were also informed. People are in disbelief, but they are slowly coming to terms with the cruel truth.

"How can this be...... "The soldier said dejectedly among the people, "why...... Aren't you our hero......"

"Unfortunately, I'm not." The prophet said with a blank face.

The soldier seemed unsteady on his feet, took two steps back, and then became angry, shouting, "Why are you doing this? ”

"Why?" The prophet repeated the words, becoming more and more silent.

"It's not the first time he's done it." The nun walked to Xu Fu's side, "The reason why the town's enchantment was out of order was because he had manipulated the enchantment; And the reason why the undead and the living dead broke into the town was all his doing. ”

"How is that possible!" The soldier couldn't accept it even more, and he didn't even bother to ask the nun how she knew this, "After the invasion of the undead, he opened the shelter to shelter us as soon as possible!" Even before the invasion of the undead, he had been guarding against this state of affairs, how could he possibly do such a thing! ”

"Yes. The town has been protected by the barrier for a hundred years, and the people who live in it are basically born and raised under the protection of the barrier. Everyone believed that the barrier wouldn't collapse easily, and in fact, it would last for another hundred years, or even the third hundred. He alone has never let go of the slightest possibility of being bad. "He grew up with a sense of crisis from a young age, and studied hard with the goal of becoming 'the current him', and when he grew up, he built a shelter in peacetime, hoarded a large amount of food, and made plans for the detailed events of the invasion of the undead, and made all the preparations for it—"

"So how could he possibly do that!" The soldier interrupted her.

At this moment, the prophet coldly asked, "Do you remember how people used to call me?" ”

The soldier froze.

"Murdered paranoiacs, alarmist madmen, idlers who waste food and supplies......" said the prophet slowly, "that's how people used to think of me, and even the children knew that there was a mental illness living nearby who did nothing all day long. It's like a scathing noise mixed in with a soothing song. Everyone was looking at me with tinted glasses. Everyone believed that the undead could not be defended against by preparation. Instead of thinking about how to deal with the undead, it is better to maintain the barrier so that the undead can't get in from the first place. ”

Hearing this, Hu Ma remembered what the soldier had said to himself and the Facelings before.

- "But people rely too much on the protection of the barrier, thinking that with the barrier, they can live in peace." ”

—" The Prophet doesn't think so, believing that the barrier will be broken one day. Even if it has been okay for the past 100 years, there is no guarantee that it will be okay tomorrow. ”

- "So the prophet survived. Those who looked down on him were dead. ”

"But I can't trust enchantments. No matter how strong the wall is, there will be times when it will collapse, and then we can only rely on ourselves. The prophet looked at his hands, "That's what I thought. However, I was disturbed. If the barrier really didn't collapse, at least not in my lifetime, then the preparations I've been doing over the years have really become a joke. The meaning of my life will have nowhere to stay, and my life will be worthless. ”

"So, you've done something to the enchantment." Xu Fu hit the nail on the head and said, "Otherwise, you won't be able to become a 'prophet', and you can only live your life as a 'madman with a mind full of delusions about being killed'." ”

"That's not what I thought at first. Because, as long as I can see other people's happy smiles, I am happy. That's what I do to keep as many smiles as I can on. "But it would be nice if the undead did invade—the devilish thought always lingered." Before I knew it, I wasn't like myself anymore. ”

"You unconsciously hypnotized yourself with your psychic powers, and that's why you're letting the undead and the living dead invade the Vault today—to make the preparations inside the Vault more or less worthwhile. Are you trying to say that? Xu Fu asked.

"No, that's just an excuse to pass the buck. Anyway, I did it with those hands. The soothsayer said as he looked at the nun, "and she followed the clues shortly after the invasion of the undead. ”

Hu Ma also looked at the nun in surprise, who was silent.

"She knew how important I was to the Vault, so she didn't expose me." The prophet said, "I have not killed her." Because I need to be punished. Even if the punishment is insignificant to those who die, and those who are not as good as those who die. But I still need to be punished. ”

The soldier said dumbfoundedly: "Is it possible, that secret room is actually ......"

"You made a promise with me that you wouldn't do that again." "But you have broken your appointment, and you are still a hopeless villain," said the nun. ”

Everyone looked at the prophet with disappointment, even hatred, and he just didn't say a word.

He seemed so calm, not at all as full of self-reproach as he said he was, so eager to be punished. But as a psychic, Hu Ma was able to feel a strong undercurrent from beneath the calm appearance of the prophet. But all psionic beings are basically able to feel the overly strong feelings of others. Just as the previous flax could vaguely feel some kind of brewing change from under Xu Fu's calm appearance, the current flax can also clearly hear the waves in the prophet's heart.

Hu Ma approached Xu Fu quietly, in case the prophet suddenly made a move on Xu Fu. Xu Fu turned his head and smiled at Hu Ma. It's the same smile, but it's stranger than all the smiles before. Then Xu Fu turned his head and looked at the prophet.

Xu Fu asked: "Now that you have fully practiced the meaning of your life, are you relieved for this?" ”

The prophet looked calm and shook his head.

"In the past, you chose to do this to get out of the uneasiness, but now you have entered an even heavier uneasiness." Xu Fu stared at him, "Where are you going to go in the future?" ”

"I don't know." The prophet told the truth.

"You want to be a monster, and your psionic energy is trying to turn you into a monster. However, you didn't make it to the monster after all. Xu Fu spoke, holding his cane, and staggered towards the prophet, "Your mistakes come from the fact that you are a human being after all. You're too human. You can't be resigned to the ordinary, and you can't completely turn into a monster. I finally took a key step, but I was just stuck in the middle, constantly struggling. ”

Speaking of this, there was a vague incitement in his words, "However, you have another choice. ”

The prophet looked at Xu Fu, waiting for his answer.

Xu Fu said slowly, "That's death." ”

"Dead?" The prophet's eyes did not wave.

"Yes, die." Xu Fu admitted.

"Where is the death, what is there?" The prophet asked.

"Nothing." Xu Fu's voice seemed to have a demonic nature, "No desires, no worries, no hue, no karma. Everything in the world ceased to exist there. ”

He continued, "If you insist on saying it, it's empty. ”

"Empty."

"Yes. The so-called 'emptiness'. Xu Fu said, "It's 'peace of mind'." ”

"Peace ......of mind," the prophet chewed on the word. Suddenly, Hu Ma felt that the waves in the prophet's heart, which were like ten thousand insects devouring the heart, had finally calmed down. It was as if he had suddenly let go of something at this moment.

He fell to his knees with his head in his hands.

His body suddenly burst into countless bloody wounds. The wound quickly decayed, giving birth to dense white maggots.

When the maggots appeared, they began to frantically eat the carrion. His wounds were getting bigger and bigger, and the maggots were eating at his body like a movie fast forward. No one came to the rescue, and he didn't struggle at all, just knelt on the ground, waiting for himself to be eaten by the maggot swarm.

A moment later, the maggot swarm had eaten all the flesh and blood of his body, even the bones. Then the maggots ate at each other, and when the last maggot remained, the fat maggot burst open and turned into a large pool of blood far beyond the maggot's size.

The blood spread to Xu Fu's feet, and he watched it all indifferently with his cane.

Hu Ma stood behind Xu Fu, he couldn't see what Xu Fu's expression was at the moment, but a creepy feeling suddenly rose in his heart. His back, his attitude, and his words were even more like withered believers than the withered believers he remembered.

When Hu Ma came back to his senses, Xu Fu had already disappeared.