Ymir had an impulse in his heart that I couldn't understand, and it's hard to describe his state of mind at the time, but I can only say that deep down in his heart there was a faint self-destructive fanaticism.

It took me a moment later to realize that this guy had extremely strong self-destructive tendencies.

It was also after this moment that I was faintly moved by Ymir.

By this time Ymir had folded his robe and stood up, let out a long breath, and said to me, "Let's go." ”

I nodded, "Don't let Andre see you." ”

Without saying a word, he walked in the direction of the inner wall of the Red House, where there was a secret door disguised as a bookshelf.

I glanced at the books on the secret door, and they were all popular science books, as well as some obscure academic papers.

In the most conspicuous position on the bookshelf, I also saw the famous "A Brief History of Time".

Ymir apparently looked through the books a lot, and all of them had become so thick that only the pages that were often turned over could be so fluffy.

I casually asked, "Do you like to read popular science books?" ”

Ymir replied without looking back: "I especially like cosmic science, in fact, I don't have the knowledge base to read these books, like understanding them, many times I can only rely on imagination, fortunately, I am lucky, I have relied on imagination over the years, and finally read all the books through." ”

He said these words very calmly, and did not mean anything in the slightest.

The fact that he can read these obscure books just by imagining shows that his divergent and abstract thinking is extremely powerful, in other words, this person is a real high IQ.

As I said, my IQ is actually very average, and the reason why my academic performance is good is entirely because of my lack of concentration, but my divergent thinking and abstract thinking cannot be compensated for by concentration, and if I don't have enough theoretical reserves, I can't read these books on the shelves anyway.

Thinking of Ymir's intelligence, extreme paranoia, and strong self-destructive tendencies, I suddenly realized that this guy has an extremely rare high-functioning anti-philistine personality.

The reason why this kind of personality he has is extremely rare is because most people with similar personalities have one thing in common, that is, they have poor emotional cognition, either they are relatively indifferent or have strange emotions, while Ymir is only emotionally intense, and his cognitive ability to emotions does not seem to be abnormal.

It's hard to imagine that such a person has become an order, and they should prefer chaos.

Ymir opened the secret door and led Lilith and me into the secret passage, and I asked behind him, "Why did a man like you become an orderist?" ”

Ymir was stunned: "Can you see through my heart?" ”

"I can only see your emotions and guess your personality through your emotions. I think you should prefer chaos. ”

"Because of my father."

Ymir said something suddenly, and at first I didn't realize why he suddenly mentioned his father, but after a few moments, I realized that he was responding to the question I had just asked.

It was because of his father that he became an orderist.

Then I heard Ymir say: "He is the best father in the world, and I will live only for his ideals for the rest of my life." ”

As he said this, a great sadness suddenly erupted in Ymir's heart.

Lilith also seemed to see something in his expression, and she walked up to him, rubbing her hand on his shoulder, silently comforting him.

Ymir turned around with a gloomy face and continued to walk deeper into the tunnel.

After nearly two kilometers of tunneling, we finally reached the surface through a wellhead.

It is a forgotten steel garden, with a dry fountain standing in the middle of the garden, and bunches of roses and blades of grass stuck in the artificial soil paved with gravel, which are not real plants, but rough handicrafts made of wrought iron, which have long since been rusted due to age, and the air is filled with a strong smell of rust.

Around the garden, towering steel walls are stacked on top of each other to seal the place, and there is no road to connect it except for the secret passage that connects to the mouth of the well.

"That's where my father made a pact with the devil." Ymir put the lantern in his hand on the ground and said sullenly.

The pale light spread along the ground, forming a spot of light with a diameter of one meter.

Except for the ground beneath this spot of light, the rest of the surrounding landscape was shrouded in gray and oppression.

Ymir shook his robe and slowly sat down on the ground: "Now, I'm back, they'll come for me soon." If you can't deal with them, don't hold on, run as far as you can, it's not worth it to take your life for someone like me. ”

I smiled helplessly: "You are still really a contradictory person, on the one hand, you are conceited, and on the other hand, you feel that you deserve to die. ”

Ymir also smiled: "Everyone is contradictory. ”

As the words fell, a dark wind suddenly blew over the steel garden surrounded by high walls.

Whine

The sound was like the whispering of a wild beast in the dark, and the wind was sharp, but we could feel very little of it.

The lantern on the floor flickered twice before slowly going out.

Ymir said behind me, "It's too late for you to leave." ”

I pulled the barrel from my waist and tightened the tip: "Trust me. ”

When the last glimmer of light disappeared into the dark shadows along with my voice, three white figures appeared in the center of the garden.

Facelings are real, and cloak demons are real.

Three tall and thin figures like ash rods slowly emerged from the ground, like three drowned corpses floating on the surface of the river, they were wearing pure black tuxedos, and they also held a narrow cloak in their hands, all three of which had similar silhouettes to humans, but there were no ears, no hair, and nothing else on their heads.

At this time, I could clearly feel that Ymir, who was sitting behind me, was full of fear and an extremely strong sense of excitement in anticipation of being destroyed!

But alas, I will never let him die.

These facelings, in fact, are just some old ghosts with hundreds of years of age, and I don't know what they experienced before they died, after becoming powerful ghosts, they all glow with a strong killing intent, in addition, on them, I can also sense a strange aura fluctuation, like brain waves, which can be transmitted directly into my mind.

It was only later that I realized that they were communicating with me in this way.

"Kill you!"

"Kill you!"

"Kill you!"

The sound reverberated in my head over and over again, abstract and empty at first, then more concrete and clearer, like a whisper from the depths.