Here, it was originally "purgatory", but now, there is more of a thing called the original.

Just like the imitations of some international brands, in terms of quality, the difference is really small and small, and even some imitations are stronger than the real ones in terms of quality, but in the eyes of consumers, the real products have a kind of atmosphere that belongs to him and belongs to his purity.

Now

The real devil has descended,

All beings are equal,

In the face of hell,

collectively

Shiver!

The instruments in each laboratory made a trilling sound at this time, as if sensing a magnetic field and a call, and the previous killing weapons and tools seemed to have their own consciousness at this time.

They began to cheer, they began to live, and they were a little impatient, waiting for a new round of food belonging to the demons.

There is the friction of chains, the impact of scalpels and surgical forceps, the "creaking" of stretcher carts, the "rustling" of doors and windows, and even the incineration workshop used to incinerate corpses.

There are also ashes,

Flying around.

The sound of high or low, neat or chaotic, is perfectly integrated at this time, forming a passionate rhythm, just like Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny", which slowly kicks off at this time and goes to a high ...... Tide.

It's an aura, it's a rendering, it's really eerie, it's really terrifying, it's a bit like a candle on a table, it doesn't bring any change in taste to the dish,

But this sense of formality,

Indispensable.

Zhou Ze, who was missing half of his arm, walked in this research institute, and he walked very slowly;

Watching himself eighty years ago carry out his own verdict, his own killing,

For the first time,

Zhou Ze really realized,

death

It turns out that it is really an art.

With its own unique rhythm,

Contains its unique charm,

It's like a good wine that has been cellared for many years, and before you drank it, you were already intoxicated by the aroma of this wine, and now you taste it slowly, one bite at a time, the aroma of wine enters from the mouth, flows on the tip of the nose, and finally falls into the stomach, and the hot taste instantly hits the whole body.

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

The white coats were like headless flies running back and forth in the research institute, screaming, crying, and roaring, and when the identities of the demon and the big road were reversed, it turned out that there was no one more noble than the other, and everyone was the same in the same position and circumstances.

At the beginning, when they faced the struggles and wails of the prisoners in the test site, they might still be able to laugh and chat, and discuss which of the nearby comfort stations was more enthusiastic.

At that time, they were outside, and others were inside, but now, they are inside, and they don't have the leisure and leisure they used to have outside.

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

Like a guinea pig in a laboratory who is kept in a container, his fate is actually predestined.

Because of Zhou Ze's special instructions,

So the next death picture is not as crisp as at the beginning, before it was an epiphany blooming, and now, it is for you to go from flower bones to buds to the end to full bloom and wither afterward.

Every process is indispensable, every link is indispensable,

From the cultivation 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 is so delicate, but it has been slowly burned in countless ways.

Death will not make your death easy, let alone make your death simple, drain every bit of your fear, release your last pain, and even your soul, will not let go.

Don't think that the end of the flesh is liberation,

The real life and death are not allowed to begin, in fact, after the end of your physical body.

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

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

Who is more sensitive,

I understand it all.

The Art of Killing,

The whirlpool of death,

It's constantly noisy, it's constantly wandering, and it's constantly intertwined.

Zhou Ze lowered his head,

He saw that the blood on the ground seemed to have become vivid, like a landscape master wielding ink, constantly changing its appearance.

Eerie, mysterious, and ghostly talismans, like the stars embellishing the night sky, with a kind of banter and ridicule that does 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, and on each petal, there was a painful face, the souls of the white coats who had just died, this was their imprisonment, this was their terrifying feast.

It's like watching the picture on a black-and-white TV when I was a child, one by one, leaving blank, the lines are very messy, and the white is not so white.

Zhou Ze bent down,

He covered his chest with the only remaining hand,

I feel like throwing up.

It's not sympathy, it's not pity, it's just a simple accident,

Eighty years ago,

Compared to my current self,

It seems to be even more ruthless.

The mutilated body is still walking in it,

Slowly, as if admiring his own masterpiece,

At a certain point,

He appeared in front of a living white coat and threw it as a side dish to the passionate symphony to become one of the notes, or to squeeze his blood out to complement the bloody romantic watercolor.

He didn't smirk,

Even for the time when he opened his eyes to see Zhou Ze at the beginning, he actually had his eyes closed.

It looks a little careless,

But he is like the most perfect artist, the orchestra conductor, he does his duty, everything is the best, so that the audience can ...... Satisfied.

Oh no

In fact, it is to make himself satisfied.

A dream that crosses the distance of eighty years,

are located at opposite ends of each other at the point in time,

What exactly is a dream,

What is the false part that dreams can change,

Zhou Ze didn't understand and didn't understand.

But probably,

It should be true that my self eighty years ago woke up here, started killing here, and started purifying myself.

As for whether he saw his current self eighty years later, whether he accepted his commission and made this killing, which was extremely simple for him, more complicated, more tiring, longer and more enjoyable,

Then it is unknown.

If you want to know the truth,

can only wait for the secret of the underground to be unearthed,

Leaving this dream,

In reality,

Look at the traces left by eighty years ago,

In this way, the most correct judgment can be obtained.

however

Suddenly,

Everything seems to be sped up,

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

The white coats and gendarmes, who had been waiting to be thrown into this feast one by one, were thrown into the laboratories almost in one go, and the experiments in the laboratories began to continue, the tools and instruments began to operate on their own, all kinds of experiments began to restart, and even the notebooks and pens flew up to record their own.

It's just that the raw materials are no longer the big roads they used to say, but they have become themselves.

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

He grabbed half of his own head with both hands,

It seems to be very painful,

The body is also shaking constantly,

It's like I can't restrain myself anymore.

Everything around him is his handiwork, it is his art of death, everything changes according to his state of mind, and when he begins to gradually fall into madness and fall out of control, everything around him also begins to extend to the cruel aesthetics of violence.

Screams,

Wailing,

There are living people,

He who has a dead soul,

They are even more miserable in the midst of this.

Suddenly

The broken figure opened his eyes, and there was a kind of blood red in his eyes, which made Zhou Ze a little dazed for a while.

He's shouting at himself,

What was he talking to himself,

But damn it,

Why can't I hear a word!

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

Zhou Ze shouted at him, he knew that what the other party said should be very important, and it might even be the message he left for himself eighty years ago.

Pass......

Dream form.

But he couldn't hear anything, he really couldn't hear anything, plus the other party was on the verge of losing control and was almost roaring, Zhou Ze couldn't analyze what he was talking about even if he knew lip language.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A series of explosions came,

Here are the movements of several exits that have been blown up.

No one in the Japanese above dared to go down anymore and planned to close this place.

And at this time,

The broken figure seems to be getting more and more crazy,

The blood on the ground continued to rise at this time, slowly covering it, at first, just to Zhou Ze's feet, then slowly to Zhou Ze's knees, and finally, not over his waist.

Zhou Ze wanted to call out to that figure again, he wanted to know what he had just said, but Zhou Ze didn't have time to ask again, and he didn't have time to do anything more, because the blood had already drowned his whole body.

"Goodo............"

body

It's like falling into the depths of the ocean,

Around

It's the loneliness that makes people desperate in their hearts,

And below,

There was a broken figure,

It seems that they are also looking up and looking up, but the distance between the two is getting farther and farther away at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

The buoyancy began to increase more and more, Zhou Ze began to rise faster and faster, and the sense of suffocating panic became stronger and stronger.

"Poof............

When Zhou Ze surfaced,

He sat up straight from the couch.

"Huhu............ Whew............... Whoohoo.................."

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

The white warbler beside her was still asleep, but her hair had regained the black color of a girl, and even her skin had become tighter and more elastic, as if she could get out of the water with a pinch.

It's like a fresh stamen, moistened by the morning dew.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to cover his forehead,

He still hasn't come back to his senses,

It's really the previous picture, too crazy, too frightening, especially the artistic sense embodied in the killing, which makes people feel like they are in the middle of the symphony orchestra.

No, it's the very center of the tsunami!

Then

Zhou Ze's mobile phone rang,

He glanced at the screen,

It was actually Zhang Yanfeng's phone.

I answered the phone and said "Hey" weakly.

Zhang Yanfeng on the other end of the phone looked very excited, and there was a loud roar of machinery next to him, and he shouted loudly:

"Hey, the boss has agreed, it's going to be excavated, it's going to be excavated............"

Going to excavate?

Zhou Ze was still a little confused,

What to excavate?

But soon,

Zhou Ze suddenly came to his senses,

Immediately put the phone at his mouth and shouted:

"Can't dig, can't dig now,

Don't dig it out!! ”

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