Do you know the Kraken? In ancient weirdos, this is a demagogic evil leprechaun who uses his magical singing voice to lure sailors across the sea willingly to become their own meal.

Five years ago, when I was still in school, the school organized a spring outing for teachers and students to go hiking in the unnamed mountain on the outskirts of Liucheng. However, due to the frivolous disputes and conflicts between several students, a female classmate in the class ended up getting lost in the mountains. I ignored the teacher's admonition, and secretly searched for the lost female classmate, and it was this reckless decision, the difference between this thought, that became the key fork in the train of my life into the runaway track. Later, I don't know if the lost female classmate returned to the class smoothly, and I hope that the search and rescue team contacted by the teacher will find her well, but I myself did not return smoothly after all.

I got lost in the woods deep in the Nameless Mountain, and my phone ran out of battery around 10 p.m. There was no lighting condition, so I had to grope in the darkness where I couldn't see my fingers. In such a quiet place, the chirping of insects is particularly harsh, and occasionally the sound of what appears to be an animal crossing the bushes and grass can be heard. Although I am still moving forward in the dark, I may have the idea of giving up.

After that, I came across it unexpectedly.

I still can't forget the huge eggs that appeared in front of me when I was hungry in the mountains and forests in the middle of the night, crushed on the grass. The giant egg looked like a rugby ball lying on its side on the ground, slightly taller than me, with a white translucent soft shell, smooth and slimy, with a faint glow from the inside. If you look closely, you can see that the inside of the soft shell seems to be filled with some mysterious liquid, and there are unknown objects in the liquid that move strangely like a heartbeat. The light rises and shrinks regularly with the fetal movements.

Perhaps it was me, the uninvited guest, who upset some unknown equilibrium, and the movement of the giant egg stopped abruptly after only a few seconds of observation, and the light gradually died out. Then the soft shell cracked open from the bottom half, and a large amount of amniotic fluid-like liquid poured from the inside out, bringing out the upper body of the creature inside.

At this moment, I am like the first passerby to be killed in the prologue of a horror monster movie. But I couldn't get out, and my feet were firmly pinned to the wet grass. Because I saw the creature's form.

The naked creature crawled out of the cracks of the giant egg and stretched its body. It was a very beautiful female body, like paper-pale skin wrapped in transparent mucus, faintly emitting a white light under the silver full moon. However, it doesn't look like a human, it doesn't look like a human at all, but it looks like some kind of monster that is good at mimicking humans. Obviously, I was witnessing such a beautiful female body, but the perception I formed in my heart was similar to seeing a soft creature living at the bottom of the sea, like a white octopus, or perhaps more like a white soft flesh that could be faintly glimpsed through the cracks in the half-open shell. The impression of beauty is very different from the beauty of human women, and it is more like a beautiful animal.

However, looking at this seemingly inhuman thing, I was shocked, frightened, and at a loss, and I also sprouted a forbidden stupidity. I realized that I was congested with blood, and the more scared and stupid I was, the more I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was as if a stick had been roughly poked into my brain, stirring my thoughts slowly and evenly like well-heated mud.

I walked gently up to it with steps that would not disturb it, and it looked up at me quietly.

Under that immoral and scheming gaze, I made a choice that I could regret for the rest of my life.

The slight grinding of the cloth sounded, and after a few moments, I picked it up.

After that, my life exploded into another railroad full of evil and depravity.

As I expected, it is indeed a demonic thing in human form, and its food is people. Although it seems to have a high degree of intelligence, it can't understand the human mind, and as a human being, I can't understand what it is thinking about at all. I tried to teach it to speak, but I didn't know if it had a different vocal organ or if it couldn't understand human language in the first place, and my attempt ended in failure.

In order to hide and feed it, he still committed the felony of murder. I'm not devoid of normal morals, and I hope I can continue to be a good person. I can't even say that I had dreams of being a hero. Like the protagonist of a fictional story, fight against unforgivable villains and monsters, and become the hero of your dreams amid flowers and applause. To this day, I have no intention of defending myself, and even if I am sentenced to death, I have no complaints, because I deserve it. Yet whenever it came to it, especially when it was around it, in close contact with its body, what I thought was unshakable reason dissolved under some kind of moist and sultry magic.

But beyond that, my true soul seemed to get another moment of respite. My heart seemed to be roughly split in half by its existence, the sober me and the crazy me. I sometimes suspect that it may have some supernatural charm that can easily dominate my mind, so that I do what is good for it without hesitation, and I think it is my own will. As in many stories, monsters use magic to deceive people's hearts and make people die for themselves. If so, what a great forgiveness for me.

But what if not? Perhaps, I am a despicable deviant sexualist, capable of committing the most filthy felonies for the sake of my own shameful and despicable desires.

Coming back from my trance again, I found it coming close to me. It stared at me silently, its emotionless eyes reminiscent of insects staring at their prey.

It must have been a self-deceptive hallucination, and I felt like it was worrying about me. Slimy, cold, eerie, soft, lovely tongue, slowly licking my cheeks – is this its gesture of concern? I couldn't help but hug it, and the painful and tangled lump in my heart briefly dissolved once again.

Ah, ravage my soul, as I ravage your flesh.

In order to linger with you forever, I don't care no matter how far I fall.

In the years that followed, I traveled with it from place to place, and I don't know how many people I had killed and how many sins I had piled up. My spirit has accumulated extraordinary pressure, and I don't know when I will collapse, maybe I have already collapsed. But every time I mingle with it, I find peace again. Sometimes I suck it as greedily as a baby to its mother, and sometimes abuse it as a tyrant does to a slave. Just as I was frantically begging for it, it was frantically begging for me like I couldn't be fed, and every time such frequent intimate interactions occurred, I felt like I had found a place for my soul.

However, nightmares will eventually visit.

Or maybe my dream is finally over.

The Security Service managed to catch my horse's foot after a few twists and turns, and helmet-wearing law enforcement warlocks attacked me from all directions. In that battle, it died without any suspense, and I laid down my weapon in despair.

I know there will be such a day, although I don't believe in karma, but people like me can't not receive retribution.

Those people didn't kill me on the spot, probably because they thought it would be better to do a trial. My senses were sealed, and my body was in bondage. Sometimes the ban is lifted for interrogation, often accompanied by a lie detection device or a spell to tell the truth; More often than not, it is to look at the silent and vast darkness in a daze, looking back on the bits and pieces between those years and it.

During that dry time, which was tantamount to torture, one could even hallucinate some small and twisted whispers. But if you listen, the weird babbling disappears like a mischievous goblin.

Anyway, I don't have a few days to live, and if they want to ask why, I'll say it all. My own journey so far, pain and entanglement, tyranny and joy, and the present view of the past. It can be regarded as a summary of his life.

"Do you know the Kraken?" The inquisitor sat on the opposite side of the square table and threw words at me. This was the man who led the team into my hideout, he looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair, obvious wrinkles on his face, but his posture was extraordinarily straight, and his eyes were as penetrating and coercive as those of a falcon. "In ancient weird tales, this is a demagogic evil goblin who uses his magical voice to lure sailors across the seas and willingly make them their own meals. ”

I passively and briefly, I replied, "I've heard of it." ”

"We dissected the corpse and were able to determine its habits and talents." He continued, "Just as I had originally suspected, it was a monster with a specialty in demagogy. Although it is different from all known monsters, many of its characteristics resemble those of the Kraken, hence the nickname 'Kraken'. What it is best at is to tempt humans who are close to it, hypnotize and brainwash, transform the flesh, and turn it into a useful blade to capture prey and repel enemies for itself. ”

"I love it with all my heart."

"That's what people who have been hypnotized and brainwashed generally answer."

"I'm not hypnotized or brainwashed. All those crimes were committed by my own hands. I deserve death. ”

That's an unusual answer. That's what you said when I interrogated you a few times before, right? And the instruments and spells can prove that your words are not mixed with a single bit of falsehood and acting. We think this is strong evidence that you still have a normal sense of morality. Moreover, we have also investigated your resume when you were still in school, and we have also asked your parents, and there is no doubt that you are a person with sound values. And you say that you can immediately turn into a great villain who willingly provides human flesh to monsters, which is unconvincing. He said, "A young boy who was still in school and full of expectations for his future life was suddenly kidnapped from his parents and friends by evil monsters, forced to undergo inhumane brainwashing and reform, and had no choice but to go through hell for several years as a murder tool...... Our organization is not impersonal enough to sentence a 'victim' like you. ”

"Am I a victim?" I asked rhetorically, "A victim with bloody hands?" ”

"Mr. Li, if there is a superpower person who is good at controlling the minds of others, he randomly selects a 'lucky' boxing champion from a sports news website, and manipulates it with his superpowers, driving the boxing champion to kill ten people who he doesn't like in life, do you think that the boxing champion is at fault for this matter?"

"It's different. I wasn't controlled. ”

"The reason why you insist so much is because there are still residual after-effects of hypnotic brainwashing, just as people who have just woken up from a dream sometimes can't tell the difference between real and unreal. Although this is a rare case, based on past experience, this sequelae usually heals on its own in two days. He shook his head, "Although there are some emotional voices in our organization who privately believe that you are guilty, you can rest assured that our Security Service is law-oriented. If the law says you sin, you are guilty; Say you are not guilty, and you are not guilty. ”

I was silent.

"To help you reintegrate into society as soon as possible, we have a psychotherapy program here. And, don't you still consider yourself a bad person? This psychotherapy program can also be regarded as a final psychological test. He said, "Who you really are, you will find out." ”

This proposal cannot be rejected from my position, and there is no reason to refuse.

After the relevant equipment and personnel were in place, I fell into a deep sleep.

…… Like, I had an incredible dream.

In my dream, I was like the protagonist of a fictional story, suddenly involved in extraordinary events from my life full of common sense, and was favored by a special power to go back in time. And in the process, he got to know a beautiful woman who manipulated the power of thunder, and fought side by side with her to fight against the evil and crazy demons.

Like a brave man with a clear conscience, he acted resolutely because he couldn't sit idly by and ignore evil, and after gaining the friendship and approval of his partner, he chose to fight alone in order to keep his partner away from danger.

Originally, he didn't even have the strength to fight, but miraculously he got a powerful weapon enough to participate in a magical battle, and he stepped forward with the consciousness of a real hero, bravely fighting, defeating, and rising......

Finally, at the end of the journey, he came into contact with the truth of his own fate and experienced painful inner entanglements, but he did not collapse, but chose to face his fate after the entanglement.

What a dazzling dream......

Why can't it be me?

After the darkness receded, I opened my eyes and slowly sat up.

The inquisitor stood by and waited.

And in the corner, there is also a beautiful woman wearing a white carnation hair ornament, a white T-shirt and blue jeans, who seems to be the age of a college student. She stood there without saying a word, her left arm severed from her elbow and wrapped tightly in a black bandage painted with a large amount of red scripture-like handwriting.

The interrogator was the first to speak, "How, Li Duo, do you feel better?" ”

I was silent.

"Well, let's reconfirm. At the same time, this is the last question. He said, "Did you help the Kraken out of your own volition, or were you brainwashed by the Kraken and forced to do it?" ”

"I'm not brainwashed." I said, "I did it all voluntarily." ”

Two days later, I was acquitted.

I still miss that slimy, cold body.