It is not possible to expect that some prisoners with only a junior high school education have read much more than they have read.

Criminals with high IQs don't use it for direct consumption.

Therefore, it is unlikely that the illusion they encountered will be likely, and someone will call them "Sister Lin!" ”

Similarly, don't expect them to read boring and intellectually demanding hard science fiction texts – if it's an eschatological one, it's still possible.

This also indirectly limits the SCP from manifesting the terrifying illusion of world destruction.

But it must not be said that these people can be that good.

At worst, it's a quick and furious rear-end fight.

Of the four scattered groups, the best group was at a loss at the changes around them, until one of them excitedly remembered where it was.

He excitedly shouted at his companions, "This is the place in the Harry Potter movies!" I remember! I was still watching his movies before I went to jail! ”

Apparently he was impressed with the film.

If you think about it, if anyone is watching a movie and some servants of the people suddenly drag you out of the theater, you will also be impressed by this movie.

Perhaps when he was captured, the impression in his memory was too deep to be so subtle that the figurative scene was so subtle.

A black robe floated in front of them now—not the broken Voldemort, but it might have been even more terrifying to them.

The only flesh they had exposed, their nearly rotting hands, and when the group spotted them, they had apparently noticed their gazes.

So they silently passed on the invitation: Do you want a wonderful kiss goodbye?

D-Class: No, thank you.

The reason why these people are lucky is that the experiences of others are more difficult to describe.

Poisonous threes, sexual and violent drinking parties, all the noise is made up of a few people who are already at the party, who graciously invite the group to step into this land.

The devil knows whose fantasy it was, or if it was lustful, but it undoubtedly appealed to the majority of the group, and the scum barely hesitated......

It is only because this illusion satisfies all their sinful thoughts.

There was only one person, and he saw with horror what the prototype of those people at the party was.

It wasn't any known creature, and its style was supposed to be bordering on nightmares, rough lines...... That should be a mouth, right?

He could see the flesh in the mouth, and he could see the faint tips of the teeth hidden in the flesh.

It must not be compared with human teeth, and the moment he looked at it, his eyes seemed to be torn apart, and tears flowed from soreness, and when he dried his eyes, everything in front of him was back to normal.

A man in a tuxedo, doing obscene things, raised a glass and invited him to go.

And this manslaughter man, watching in horror as the person before him walked into the party, looked like he was at ease after a moment of shaking.

Moaning, and an indescribable sound—it sounded like a meat grinder, but it seemed like chewing.

He seemed to know something.

But he didn't have time to think about the deeper meaning.

After those people walked in, the surrounding scene instantly changed into several appearances, except for the initial party, the first chair of the White House, a mountain of gold, and the half-hidden, revealing unknown void gates appeared one after another, throwing olive branches to him.

His daughter, his wife, begged him for help at the party,

In my ears were the shouts and moans of those people who had just gotten better.

No! I know what that is, those things are fake, my wife they won't be here!

And those Throat Demons don't seem to be able to move, they can only confuse themselves in various ways.

As long as you don't move, as long as you don't move!

He admits that there are many things in those fantasies that can be said to be his dreams, and they are also things that some people struggle for for a lifetime cannot obtain......

Status, power, beauty, and even the ability to transcend life and death and subvert the world.

He could feel a nameless being whispering in his ear.

"Come on...... Give up the resistance, become one with me, and you will get everything......" The voice muttered, and the words that came out had the power to enchant people, "I am the throat of the whole world, and naturally I have the ability to speak in a way." ”

As if everything it says is true, and all its guarantees are inevitable.

And he is only one step away from the supreme position.

"No...... No! No! He shook his head frantically and put his hands over his ears, but he still couldn't stop the voice: "It's all an illusion...... Everything is fake, I want to live, I want to live...... Get out ......."

Sensing his struggle, the Abyssal Throat let out a chuckle in unison, seducing people's minds very much, "Yes, everything is an illusion." ”

They admit it quite bluntly, but then "but at the last minute, you will get, even if it is only for a moment...... But that's a lifetime for you. ”

"You will spend your life in an illusion - a happy family, a high position, no fear of being oppressed by others, and can protect whoever you want to protect."

"Your good deeds will be praised by others, and your evil deeds will be ignored by others, and everything about you will be like a dream."

"So come on...... There is no gap between a moment and a lifetime. ”

Do you spend a lifetime in an instant......

No, it's all fake, it's all a temptation.

The D-class kept telling himself that all they promised was death, but to his despair, he found that his feet were moving involuntarily.

Even this temptation is trying to eat away at his brain: "Think about it, your ordinary life can only be used to atone for your sins, and finally die in disrepute." ”

"Instead of living your life in sorrow, why not just choose a death that you can accept."

The voice didn't come from the mouth of the Throat Demon, but from the depths of his brain.

That was his own idea.

Look! This is how you act, and this is your choice, whether it is a thought or a biological instinct.

So, what is it that is holding you back?

That's what prevents you from making the right choice......

Bang!

The D-class whimpered in excruciating pain, his face alternating between flushing and sickly whiteness.

In the last seconds before going crazy and losing his mind, he decisively opened the safety and fired a shot into his leg.

Undoubtedly, this action did prevent him from stepping into the throat of the abyss.

But it must have incapacitated him.

His arm, tormented by the excruciating pain, spasmed, his teeth were bitten and bleeding, and the pain brought back his near-complete loss of consciousness.

"Ah...... What a naughty little thing. The Abyssal Throat Demon squeaked twice before slowly disappearing into thin air.

They still have to find the next food - if someone summons them.

As they vanished, everything around them fell apart.

Whether it's a ridiculous party, or a treasure trove of gold, or a short-lived White House that is now cracked.

Although the tide of desire receded, another sharp pain soaked into his brain and tormented him to the death.

Squeezing the last of his strength out of the sea of consciousness, he knotted his calf hard and passed out.

I hope I don't die from blood loss.

If I could, I hope I could see the sun tomorrow.

It was almost an extravagant hope, and he knew it.

And Li Zhi is still bargaining with the god of dice.

The results are remarkable.

At least the god of dice is willing to turn "impossible" into "unless the pure yang qi is pure and all are not scumbags!" ”

Then, with Li Zhi's unremitting efforts, the reward changed from nothing, and the final negotiated reward was a constant wishing spell - it allowed Li Zhi to use his arcane value as the basic unit, and then go to complete anything, but the final interpretation belongs to the god of dice, and any action needs to go through the god of dice.

Although the god of dice still wants to make a few bets on the Overlord Treaty, "each wish requires a 50 difficulty die, and the dice are performed by the god of dice." ”

However, on the grounds that this article directly led to the nullity of the entire treaty, the opinion was forcibly and unanimously canceled after the god of dice scored ten points in a row.

Li Zhi, who got this treaty, was satisfied.

It would be better if the punishment for failure in the challenge was not written on it with all the dirty thoughts.