Under the priest's gaze, the blood reflected on the ground suddenly disappeared, and the room was completely darkened. Vertices

The door behind him was like a pitch-black mouth, trying to swallow up the priest's spirit.

The fear that has been suppressed in the pastor's heart is constantly amplified and magnified......

Even the priest himself could not tell how he had left the rain curtain and made his way to the tavern on the edge of town, and when he regained his senses, he was already sitting at the bar with a cold beer in his hands.

Only by holding the wine in his hand with all his might can his hands not tremble violently.

The priest looked at the bubbles that were rising behind the glass piercing, and felt as if countless invisible fish were lurking in the beer, exhaling incessantly.

At that moment, the fear in his heart changed, and he began to recall the blood light that came out of the refrigerator, that light was so vivid, beyond all the colors in the world, what a thrilling beauty.

Beauty that cannot be borne by this world.

That night, the priest got himself drunk, and the bartender took him to a nearby inn.

The inn was quite old, and the wallpaper on the four walls was almost black with dust, and in some places large pieces of wallpaper were peeling off, revealing the gray mottled walls.

The priest's brain was soaked with beer, and he lay on the musty-smelling little bed, the ceiling hovering before his eyes.

There were only two things left in his mind at this point.

The blood light that came out of the refrigerator, and the indescribable totem.

He was amazed to find that the totem had a huge attraction for him, and as the totem's appearance continued to swirl in his mind, he gradually saw the true face of the world.

There was no wallpaper in the house and no bright chandeliers on the ceiling.

Those thin skins that looked like wallpaper were just human skins that were spread out flat and covered with bloodstains, and he could even clearly see the residual hair and cold hair on these forcibly stretched human skins.

The chandelier on the ceiling is also a strange totem that glows, and from the totem there is an extremely bright red light, making the whole room filled with blood.

But there was no fear in the priest's heart, he felt that he had never been so sober as he was now, and besides being sober, there was a piety in his heart that he had never felt before.

The priest climbed out of bed and opened his arms to the totem on the roof, embracing the blood that bloomed from the totem.

The totem seemed to sense his piety, and a mysterious power began to emerge in this small space, and the red light in the room was distorted, forming a bright mist of light that swirled around the priest.

At the same time, in the pastor's mind, there was a dull whisper, a prophecy that the priest had never heard, it was extremely oppressive, extremely dark, but it made the pastor feel unprecedented pleasure, as if the long-suppressed nature in the pastor's heart was finally released from the confinement in the whispers.

The priest shouted excitedly, he could not understand the whisper, but he was able to shout out the whisper in his head word for word in the midst of the shouting.

The totems on the rooftops became more and more beautiful, and the world became more and more real in the shouts of the priests.

Syllable!

Just as the priest was enjoying this pleasure with all his heart, the door was violently pushed open, and the bartender stood outside the door and yelled: "Shut your mouth, slut! ”

The priest knew that the tall figure standing outside the door at this time belonged to the bartender who had brought him here.

However, at this time, the bartender was covered with flesh-pink antennae, his face was distorted and deformed, and the surface of his skin was covered with grape-sized tumors, layer upon layer, and there was no flesh on the tumors, like blood blisters that were about to burst, and on the bartender's forehead, there were also swollen eyeballs, and at this time, all the eyeballs kept turning to the priest, and countless fierce and evil eyes also fell on the priest.

This damn monster!

Undeterred by the bartender's appearance, the priest cursed in his heart, and then quickly grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed the bartender in the heart.

"I am on the side of the righteous, and of course the evil is no match for me, and since he was stabbed, he has been screaming in an attempt to induce me to spare him. But I knew that evil would not be forgiven, so I raised my knife and slit his throat. He lay in a pool of blood, and the world was finally at peace again. ”

So says the pastor.

The professor recorded the pastor's words in a notebook and asked, "That was the first time you killed someone?" ”

The priest shook his head: "No, I haven't killed anyone, what I have killed is all monsters, monsters like you." ”

The professor frowned: "That night, counting the bartender, you killed a total of thirteen people, not only you, the teapot, the cigarette, and the engineer, but also stopped immediately after killing thirteen people." Does the number thirteen have any special significance to you? ”

When interviewing the first three people, the professor would have gone into a complete madness at the very mention of this number, and they would simply not be able to continue the conversation.

So when the question was asked, the professor kept staring at the priest, praying that he wouldn't fall into madness like the first three.

I don't know if the professor's prayer worked, but the pastor did not fall into madness, but said very calmly: "At that time, I heard the call of the doctor, and he told me to go outside and witness another truth about this world. ”

Seeing that the pastor did not fall into madness, the professor suddenly cheered up, but in order not to irritate the pastor, he had to deliberately keep his tone steady: "Have you seen the doctor?" ”

"I'm not the one chosen, the doctor won't be in front of me, but I can hear him."

"What's the other truth?"

"It's a totem, every corner of this world is shrouded in the holy light of the totem." "I walked out of the hotel under the guidance of the doctor, looked up at the sky, the dark clouds were slowly torn apart, and in the vast darkness behind the clouds, there was a huge totem suspended, and its holy light illuminated the whole world. The moment I saw it, I understood one thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"That totem is a part of me, and the skin used to make the totem comes from me."

Nonsense.

The professor sighed helplessly and wrote down this seemingly meaningless sentence in his notebook.

The pastor suddenly asked the professor, "You think I'm crazy?" Do you think all I see is an illusion? ”

There was no response from the professor.

The priest continued, "How do you know that the madman is me, not you? How can you be sure that what I see is fantasy and what you see is real? Most of the people in this world are corrupted by disease sores, you are all monsters, and what you see is an illusion. ”