Joe and Kent huddled in the corner trembling, their bodies trembling, like a few quails in the cold wind, and the bed, they did not dare to lean on, for fear that they would sprout a little sleepy.

In the blank space of the eyeball, there are several thick blood streaks, which adsorb the water on the surface of the spheroid, and evaporate completely, avoiding blinking as much as possible, let alone sleeping.

Sleep is simply an unavoidable flood beast, whenever they fall asleep, the nightmare will spread its wings and descend on their hearts, a new star of fear, exploding with a bang.

The pheromone called fear spreads in all directions, and the ink flows into clear water, infecting all the space.

For Joe, and the other survivors, living and dead, that afternoon was like an unreal nightmare, a nightmare that would never wake up.

Rooted in the heart, growing in the bottom of the heart, the shadow of the canopy, enveloping everything, swallowing up all the rays of hope, swallowing the miserable soul in one gulp.

The night is more frightening than the day, every time the sun sets, the northern hemisphere enters the night, once the two of them fall asleep at night, there will always be a demonic voice in their dreams, with a mask with a strange shape and a hideous expression.

No one knew that the true face of that demon, the word terrible, was not enough to fully describe his essence, the fierce expression, the polite temperament, the smile, the constant smile.

From time to time hysteria, every action is venting anger, killing the enemy is not his ultimate goal, torturing the enemy's spirit, is the most fanatical hobby.

The terrible, heart-rending screams of their companions kept screaming in their ears, and they were so clogging their ears that Joe could not hear anything.

The light energy blade, separating the limbs of the human body like chopping melons and vegetables, the incision is smooth and flat, and no half trace of blood can be oozed, and the moment the wound is born, the tissue is roasted by high temperature, and the cells are carbonized and die.

The bullet storm, one by one hot metal projectiles, scraped the skin and muscles, and shaved the human body into a white skeleton.

The blood is withdrawn from the body, and the flowers, blood-colored flowers bloom from the human body, and after a while, they become a complete clay.

Have you ever seen what it looks like to have human skin stripped away, leaving only the underlying layer of red muscle fibers? Joe had seen it, right in front of him, and saw it so clearly, like waves lapping on his eyes.

There are always these kinds of scenes in dreams, dead companions, companions tortured to death, demonic smiles, alternating reincarnation, driving people to madness alive.

It seems that the companion is standing in front of the window covered in blood, missing arms and legs, and his mouth opening and closing, telling the source of the scars all over his body, and how painful, unwilling, remorseful, and a variety of negative emotions come out of his body.

Countless lips, touching up and down, all spoke the same word, warning Joe never to come to the flower planting house again, not to come, this holy paradise where demons exist.

Even if you return to America, protected by walls and cannons, you can't alleviate this emotion, the sense of security, there is nowhere to exist, and the head that grows on the neck may be taken away at any time.

Now, it's just that it has its head around its neck.

Every day when he opened his eyes, it was never the dazzling sunlight that caught his sight, but the stars in the sky, or the dense clouds, and Joe found that his pillow was always moist, soaked with tears and snot.

It seems that he is crying in his sleep, repenting, begging for someone's forgiveness.

Joe knew very well that that was why he was alive, although not in the true sense of the word, and now Joe Nar was more like a walking dead than a human.

Because, his spirit is completely dead, and his body is only lingering, and remorse and cowardice constitute the reason for his survival.

Joe knew better that all the spies under Donald's command, including himself, had been destroyed, and the entire American's intelligence network in Jiang Province had been reduced to nothingness.

Those who escaped by luck were broken by demons and broke their guts, and no one would think about what happened, or rather, no one wanted to think about it.

Call the demon's name, he has a probability, will respond to you, thinking of this, everyone is tight-lipped, in the face of any psychiatrist's guidance, the spy's heart is a thick cement wall, refusing all requests to enter.

Can't pry it open, can't smash it, scrupulously guard all the enemy's secrets, ironic, extremely ironic.

It seems that everyone is deliberately hiding the truth, staying away from the slaughter, burying everything they don't want to recall deep in their hearts, and it is better that they will never dig it up again.

Everyone was silent and silent about the events of the day, and no one said that they would go back to take revenge, to return to the land inhabited by demons? No, say nothing! Do you want me to die!

The high-spirited spies, including themselves, have all become soulless wastes, and they will not walk with their backbones straight, but will only want to curl up in a ball and become transparent beings, so that no one can find out about their whereabouts.

The psychiatrist's expression was very unsightly, his face was ugly as if he had swallowed a few flies, and Victoria frowned, "You mean, our excellent operators in America are all frightened by a flower planter?"

Have you become a flock of cowards, sheep who will only wait to die?"

The doctor paused, although he didn't want to admit it, it was the first time he had encountered such a difficult situation in so many years as a doctor, but in the spirit of being responsible for the patient, he decided to say it.

Even if someone misunderstands a quack or has low ability, the irreparable thing will not change even if it is repeated thousands of times.

He said solemnly: "Sir, whether the result is good or not, it is already like this, my ability is limited, and I can't change anything."

After licking his lips a few times, the doctor said apologetically: I'm sorry, but as you can see, the eagles of America have lost the light in their eyes, and they have all become eagles with broken wings.

You can't fly anymore, you better arrange a retirement life for these poor guys, and find a secluded sanatorium somewhere far away from people, which is good for the recovery of your mental state.

After leaving a few reports, the doctor left the ward, and when he went out, he looked at Joe and Kent with a look of pity and sympathy, two young men in the prime of life, whose future was full of infinite possibilities.

It's like an unstable atomic reaction, and you never know what will happen in the next second.

The mental state of the two was very unstable, wandering back and forth between sobriety and confusion, and even if they occasionally came to their senses, they only knelt in the corner, trembling and their lips twitching.

Begging for someone's forgiveness, the piety on his expression is more pious and awe-inspiring than when he goes to church, and it is more fearful than awe.

It's something that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the two of them, and it completely dominates the thinking of individuals.

The doctor sighed, full of regret in his heart, it was hard to imagine what they had been through, but he didn't want to know.

He didn't want to find out what could make the trained agents like this.

If it is some kind of stimulus, then for believers, it may only be when they see the face of the devil that they will have such an impact.

After smashing his mouth twice, the doctor left without looking back, he decided to leave the land of right and wrong as soon as possible, it was a good choice, and if he stayed, he was afraid that he would become crazy.

In the future, it is better not to have anything to do with the intelligence services, the doctor looked at Victoria

Curiosity will kill not cats, but people.

Listening to the sound of kicking away leather shoes, Victoria sat down in his chair, his eyes resting on the two madmen, and he couldn't imagine what the operators had gone through.

It flowed silently for a while.

Victoria hesitantly opened several reports of the deceased, which were from the agents except Joe, all of whom were dead and killed themselves.

At his behest, the doctor reluctantly used hypnotherapy, and Victoria was really helpless, and in the face of questioning, the agents were just silent and silent.

Emotions are always on the verge of some kind of outburst, and just a few keywords, a similar scene, will trigger a sense of fear.

Faced with this dilemma, Victoria could not relent, he had to obtain information for America, and what was going on in Jiang Province was particularly important.

With incense, music, and hypnotic props ready, the doctor began his first attempt.

Subject initially behaved well, with no adverse reactions, and the recorder kept a record as usual.

A few questions about the name and family were thrown, and the answers of the hypnotized subjects were relatively good, although the eyes were empty, but they were carried out in an orderly manner.

Until the question involves words such as Jiang, player, Donald, etc., the subject is like a madman, falling into complete madness, showing extreme fear.

This is the first stage.

As if there is some kind of threat, which continues to endanger life, the most vivid word is the trapped beast in a cage.

When the doctor relented and asked the subject to tell what had happened, the agent entered the second stage.

Exhibits intense aggression, hysteria, attacking all questioners and visible people, and if the question is stopped, the subject will slowly calm down and enter a period of peace.

In this case, if the question continues to be asked, the subject will continue to receive the relevant words, triggering an anchor that will cause the subject to commit suicide and escape from reality in order to maintain secrecy.

For these reports, several agents have committed suicide, and Joe and Kent are the last two survivors.

In each report, the experience is more or less the same, the first part is relatively normal, receiving Donald's order to go to a fixed location to meet to ensure that the process of transporting players goes smoothly.

Later in the report, several words appeared in the report, demon, smile, anger, grace, which were common to all reports.

Others, too, are scattered with some differences, holy light, sword.

God's punishment, blue flames, crimson flowers, blood.