This is the end of the story.

That man named He Gang has many, many memories, and many, many regrets.

But George couldn't look any further.

He opened his eyes with a heavy heart.

At this moment, the deceitful sons who were crushed into mud mixed with blood seemed to gradually turn into bright light.

If the galaxy flows backwards.

If the lights are on.

Their bodies are slowly dismembering from solid matter to becoming a galaxy that comes together little by little.

The bright river floated, no longer strange, but only swirling around George for a few weeks, and a heavy sigh rang in his ears.

Then, everything went back to the old days.

[Knock-]

[Knock-]

[Knock-]

The bronze bell that turned out to be the dome of the temple-like laboratory was suddenly struck by the wind pouring in from the doorway, and the lamps that emitted strong light and high temperature shattered one after another.

Until only the last one remains.

That lamp......

Dim.

Bleak.

It's different from the others.

It's been here for a long time.

Maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, its surface area was a thick gray, and the light was faint like dusk.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, George felt that these people ...... Death is too good for him.

He also saw sinners who had been skinned and cramped, tortured with capital torture, and deprived of all senses, in eternal absolute torment.

George was dripping in blood.

The idol of Vishnu crumbles into tiny stones for some unknown reason, and there is a fine graininess when stepped on.

He looked condescendingly at the blurred flesh that was no longer humanoid and their slightly heaving chests.

It seemed that their painful and miserable appearance was engraved in their minds, and they finally turned to leave here.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

At the same time, there are a few unsurpassed paintings that pass by him without paying attention.

George stretched out his hand, but couldn't catch the shadow of them leaving.

Half a day.

"Alas......"

All the disgust and hatred turned into a deep sigh at this moment.

……

"Fire cover, fire cover!"

"Can't let it escape!"

[Da Da Da -]

【Boom!】 】

【Bang!】 】

"No, no! None of the penetrations can harm the infected! We need incendiary bombs! ”

"Molotov cocktails cannot be used in heavy rain!"

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

"Drive the tank! And our gunships! Penetrating wounds don't work against it, so just drown it with a barrage of steel! ”

"It must not be put back in Flushing!"

The words of the soldier are not unreasonable.

If desperate believers returned to Flushing, the density of buildings and the intricacies of the underground facilities in the city would hardly have been possible for the military to organize another such large-scale encirclement operation.

And if such a highly infectious and lethal infected body is allowed to circulate in the city, it is already certain that it will become an extremely terrifying existence.

Further back on the line, in the back of a military truck, Harry pulled himself out of the steel suit.

He huddled in a corner.

Shivering.

There was fear on the face.

It seems that the Great Terror has been seen.

You can still clearly see the tear stains on his face.

At this point, he suddenly began to regret it.

He suddenly became scared.

George, who is afraid of rushing into Flushing, is afraid that Aunt Sarah will lose her son because of his conceit.

He suddenly felt like a jerk.

[Click!] 】

[Bang-]

The metal door was pushed open.

The tall figure stood there with his back to the light, staring blankly at Harry, who was on the verge of collapse.

It's John.

He knew how terrible the effects of the infected could be on the mentally weak, but no one could help Harry.

Not becoming an unsettling monster because of this effect was a blessing in Harry's misfortune.

"Kid, are you okay?"

John sat down beside Harry.

He pulled a sausage-thick cigar from his cigar set, hesitated for a moment, and put it back again.

He patted Harry on the shoulder, "How do you feel?" ”

Harry's lips turned purple: "It's bad...... I feel bad...... I won't join in the fun next time......"

John: "It's not like a hero. ”

Harry: "I don't deserve it. ”

John: "......"

He took a deep breath.

"Captain America arrived just now, and he went into Flushing with Spider-Man to find George, and we just need to hold this infected person down."

"It's you."

Just then, Harry's cell phone rang.

Inside was George's voice.

He amplified it, and Harry and John's expressions grew serious and indignant.

……

George hung up.

He walked out of that bloody neighborhood.

The rest of Flushing was barely damaged, and the desperate believers seemed to retain some of Ho Harbour's former obsessions, just frantically trying to find the fleeing black man.

I found a new black umbrella from a convenience store on the side of the road and slapped a dollar on it as I passed by the cash register.

The rainstorm has no intention of stopping.

Sarah almost burst the phone.

George smiled wryly.

He could almost guess how angry Sarah would be, and maybe he would have banned him.

The rain was still falling, George propped up his umbrella and rushed into the rain.

The whole of Flushing was in darkness.

For example, hundreds of years ago, when people were still using kerosene lamps, it was dark and silent at night.

Thunder filled my ears.

The rainstorm washed away the shell.

George was still immersed in the memory of another person.

The Children of Deceit may be creatures that have emerged from the remnants of the minds of humans before the Fall because of some supernatural force.

They live in bloody filth, or in the weak, fragile alien bodies of the Painted Skin, waiting for the moment when they will be killed and their memories sealed away.

It's as if the meaning of their appearance is death.

Thinking about it this way, these weird slugs are actually a little tragic.

George walked along the long dark street in the direction of the firefight.

He had contacted Harry and asked him to try to get Stark's help, using the city's surveillance system to find the female who had escaped from Flushing a few hours earlier that day.

It's lifeless here.

When a living person steps in, he can feel the coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow, and this coldness is the coldness of death, like a ghost that is not gone, like a ghost who is uneasy.

High in the air behind him, the three or five almost crumbling painting skins that escaped from the underground temple moved with the wind, but they were always near George.

They laughed and wept, and their mouths uttered the wails of young girls.

It made George feel uneasy.

He thought, maybe it was He Gang's little daughter who had suffered a lot of torture before he died, and she didn't want to leave the world.

But she was lost in the darkness of depravity, and she could not find her place for a long time.

George had been a staunch supporter of materialism and a pioneer of atheists, and could not have known such transcendent scriptures as the Death Curse.

But he has read a lot of books, seen the four books and five classics, heard the customs of the eight directions, and occasionally remembered some poems to appease the souls of the dead.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was muffled by the rain and thunder, but it seemed to convey that even the believers in a desperate situation, who had almost completely lost their humanity, suddenly looked in this direction with tears in their eyes.

"The Soul Returns......

"Go to the king's constant work, what is the Quartet."

"The pleasure of giving up the king, and the ominous away from the other."

"The Soul Returns......

"The East can't hold some ......"

……

Chu Ci. The Conjuring

When George was still Chen Quanzhou, he remembered "The Great Move" and "The Conjuring".

At that time, Chen Quanzhou thought that people should always have some thoughts when they die.

Not built on feudalism.

And built on the spirit.

"The soul is back! You are the ...... heavens."

“……”

"The soul is back! You have no ...... in this secluded capital."

“……”

As George walked, he chanted Chu Ci in Chinese with straight and round words, drawing three or five pieces of skin, all of which were at a loss, as if suddenly occupied by Nannan's consciousness.

They opened the cracks in their skins, and there was nothing inside.

"So I'm dead......"

The girl's voice was soft and glutinous, but it seemed to be separated from people by a high wall and an abyss, and the mist was looming.

"I don't want to die though......"

"But ......"

Suddenly the skins were no longer tough, and were pierced by the raindrops, torn to shreds, and then ......

Scattered.

"Uncle, you help Daddy......"

"He's a good guy and really ......"

"He's a good guy......"

It seemed that a girl was leaning over George's shoulder, and her voice was so beautiful that he could probably imagine that it was a happy child like a bellflower.

But she ......

She's dead.

Died so painfully.

"Uncle ......"

George endured the sadness of being almost infected, he didn't turn around, but promised in a low voice:

"I will, I will......"

"Thank you, thank you, uncle......"

With the last wisp of wind, the sound of the girl dissipated in the torrential rain, and everything around seemed to stand still for a moment.

And then......

【Boom!】 】

The thunder continues.