Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 895 Ruling

It is not easy to change the mind of a mentally ill person.Their logic is self-contained, and they cannot be persuaded by pure debate.Malcolm once told Jania the story of a madman: They passed a lonely bridge outside the village, and a madman stopped there, claiming that they had stolen his treasure.It was a wretched wretch covered in sores and behaving in such an unmistakable way that no one could mistake it for blackmail.

Somehow, everyone present seemed to have read some introductions about mental patients and became experts in persuading mental patients.They coaxed him nicely, undressed to prove that they did not hide the treasure, and even made up stories that they were chasing a suspicious gang of thieves.The stories they told were far more vivid than the madman's, absolutely as believable as they were believable, and as amusing as they could be.According to professional advice, they first followed the other party's words completely, and then easily twisted them into their own meanings, trying to make way for this poor, dirty and sick man.But no!No matter how eloquent they are, the madman always returns to the original point.In the end he decided that they had not only stolen his treasure, but had hidden it in their stomachs.He even wanted them to open their mouths so he could reach in and take a bite.The strange paranoia and vague malice frightened some of their out-of-town wanderers, so they slipped away decisively, and walked several miles forward, crossing the river at another ford.

Jania will always remember the look on Malcolm's face as he told the story.He looked at the sky, and the few polished stone beads in his hand clattered.In the end he admitted to her that people often say that crazy people are paranoid and only believe their own stories, which is not always the case.There is at least one kind of lunatic who does not take his own words seriously. Although there is some extremely paranoid idea in their hearts, they have not lost the ability to pretend and cover up like ordinary people.So of course a mental patient can also lie, and he can flexibly change his crazy words to match his real inner impulse... just like all normal people.

Maybe the madman wanted to scare us, Malcolm guessed, maybe he just didn't want anyone to cross the bridge, or maybe he wanted to prove that everyone failed him.So no matter how the story about the stolen treasure is made up, in the end it won't be satisfying.Simply winning over a mental patient in terms of eloquence and speech skills will not really make him trust you, unless you cater to the desire he hides in his heart, hate or love, violence or please.There may be some truth to this phenomenon, psychiatric, psychological, even anthropological, but when her artistic father talked about it, it appeared to be very disturbing. Creepy and eerie colors—isn't this the unique logic of nightmares?No matter how hard you try, the situation is bound to get worse, because the motive of this dream is to frighten you.They all fell silent in the end, pretending that the story was no different from any other "Adventures of the Wandering Muralist."

Jania didn't think she could really convince Rhodes.She sometimes thought that Klein didn't look stupid—really, how could it make sense for someone who wasn't stupid to believe that child abuse and abuse could prolong life?But... if it was a kind of distorted resentment, resentment that she was getting old while a young child was thriving, resentment that she was gradually losing her important status... she didn't know.She would never know what Klein was really thinking, not even Klein himself.Are there still few people in this world who know nothing about their own hearts but make up a bunch of big truths?
But right now, Jania knew what Rhode was interested in.She said that when her brother met Klein, Rod had a strange, almost enlightened look on his face. "You're lying," he said, but couldn't hide his satisfaction at the message.This guy was a bit of a sucker at pretending, Jania thought, no wonder someone like her brother could see through.

Her shoulders were pressed down in a look of disdain. "Believe it or not, but my brother did meet Klein. He encountered strange things when he was in Africa," she paused, creating a little hesitation in what she wanted to say, "I...I don't know him How did he do it, I don’t think it’s possible for Klein to be in Africa at the time, but he described a lot of details...I think he did see Klein recently.” A trace of bewildered anger appeared on her face. "The Klein he saw wanted him to join some kind of activity. He refused, and came right back from Africa, but—"

"What kind of event?" Rhodes interrupted her.There seemed to be a layer of dark green fluorescence in the depths of the pupils.

"No one will know the answer," Jania said, almost holding her breath. "You killed him."

The short silence was stretched out in her senses.A halo of cobalt blue seemed to swirl around the edge of the window, casting a uniform pale white.This pale, pale blue confused Jania's senses, and for a moment she thought it was almost dawn outside.But then she realized it was impossible.It might not even be until midnight now, no matter how long she passed out, it might not even be three o'clock in the morning now.There must have been some quiet car passing by outside, because in a blink of an eye, the light blue that illuminated Rhodes like moon white became thicker again, pressing heavily on her chest.In this terrible nightmare, maybe Lot will overturn what he said earlier...

"Then let's see if there are any clues left on him," Rhodes said.He turned sideways to give up his position near the corner.Then he just looked at Jania to see if she dared to go up.Jania knew she had to go, and if Rod went alone to examine the body—the body, she tried not to understand the meaning of the word—he would first try to keep her from escaping, tie her up or get rid of her. She has one leg.That would be the end of it.

"Very well," she said, "I was wondering what he was hiding from me, too." Then she walked towards the window that reflected the nightmare.With each step up, the air seemed to be more choking.The smell of blood mixed with the cold poured into her trachea, and as Rhodes watched her approaching, he suddenly grinned. "It seems that the relationship between you and your brother is not very good."

Jania lowered her arms and adjusted the knife hidden behind her back to a position where Rhodes could not see it.She felt that this small action of hers had probably been exposed.But she was so close to the landing window now that she couldn't help fantasizing that she could jump out and escape into the street outside, calling for help to passers-by. "We're not a father," she said dryly. "One of Isaac and Ishmael has to be driven out, right?"

Rhodes giggled. "You can have two kingdoms." He ordered with a bit of inexplicable pride, "You go ahead, little girl. Go up the corridor and turn right."

Jania scratched her toe hard in the shoe to keep herself from doing impulsive things.She turned and walked up without saying a word, feeling that Rod's gaze was staring at her from behind.There was a disgusting coldness sticking to the back of her bare neck, as if a toad in a mire was lying there.But she refrained from looking at it, and did not reach out to grab it, but walked up the stairs indifferently.She stepped on a pool of liquid under her feet, and she lowered her gaze and swept over.Blood.Blood of course.After she and Lot talked so much, the blood dripping along the way has not dried up.Jania felt a sudden shock.

The hallway was covered in blood, almost as if the floor had been given a deep coat of paint.The doors of every room were left open, and faint light crept through the doors from the windows, illuminating the damp and smelly corridors.Jania could see the wall clock hanging at the end of the corridor at a glance, and the distance should not exceed twenty steps.But in her feeling, this corridor is extending endlessly, extending, door after door, blood path after blood path.This is like the Eastern Hell and the Ten Temples of Yama that her elder brother told about. Each room hides its own horror, leading to the floor of the eighteenth hell.

At the end of this corridor of hell, Anti-Pierre's favorite wall clock hangs on the wall quietly. With intricate patterns, the metal edging has a bronze-like luster.Jania had studied the clock carefully in the past, and knew that it never ticked the local time, and that it went fast and slow.She had liked its mystery before, too, and thought that she should have such a useless antique in her private room from now on, so as to confuse her guests.Maybe she would still do the same, but she would definitely not choose the wall clock.The wall below the clock face was cracked so deep it looked like someone had driven a chainsaw in there and made an ugly gash in the room and made the poor big guy bleed profusely.Nowhere was there more blood than under the clock, but still, no body.

Jania hesitated a little, but the cold was approaching from behind her. "Go straight ahead." The whisper was threatening to gloat, and she had to obey, and at the same time, the hope in her heart was extinguished little by little.The light is very dark on the one hand, but there is also too much blood here... She really shouldn't have passed out for so long!She moved forward slowly, hanging the knife in front of her right leg, not to hide from the people behind her, but rather as if monsters would spread out from the front room to attack her.When she passed the first door, she glanced in out of the corner of her eye and almost mistook the crumpled carpet for a dead person, and there were a lot of odds and ends scattered on the floor.The condition of the second room is similar—damn, every room is in such a mess, is this an unimaginably entangled game?It doesn't really make sense, since Lot has that kind of ability, he can kill any unarmed person without blinking an eye.

Only the last room remains.Jania knew that it was a dance studio: a square room with almost no furnishings, a maroon wooden floor, and a row of floor-to-ceiling mirrors on three walls. Watch Anti-Pierre practice her strange dance there.But, as far as Jania knew, only she and her mother had ever sat there.

She approached the door frame little by little, as cautiously and slowly as a ship is about to enter the port, with the worst expectations and the meager hopes in her heart.No, don't let her see the face at first glance. If she looks directly at a pair of blindfolded eyes or a fragmented head, she is not sure if she can keep her cool.

A few stars of broken glass fell by the door, shining strangely, like rare treasures covered with pearls.They were part of a shattered mirror, but where the strange light came from was unknown.Jania's eyes followed the wall mirrors that looked like cobweb-like cracks, and what she saw was a corridor extending infinitely into the distance. In the corridor, there were people sitting at intervals. They looked exactly the same, all of them Leaning against the wall, his head drooped, as if in a coma.There are endless dead people lying on an endless road!Jania was taken aback, blinked twice, and the hallucination disappeared.It turned out that it was just multiple projections caused by two wall mirrors parallel to each other.The deep corridor that went straight into the darkness was just an illusion of her nervousness, and there was only one person in the room from beginning to end, opposite the mirror she could see, leaning against the wall, motionless.

Jania ran in.She forgot that the terrifying evil was following her, and she had no time to worry about seeing the face of the dead, but rushed straight to the deepest part of the room.In the darkness, the first thing she saw was the man's hand.It should be the left hand, with the palm facing up, hanging limply next to the thigh, like a pale and curled dead maggot.This person leaned against the mirror, his legs were straight forward, and his body was dragged forward by his head. He looked like a dead body trapped in a maze in the comics.Jania yelled silently in her heart, she hoped for a miracle, hoped that the mirrors surrounding the room actually led to a different dimension, and a strange corpse just happened to fall out of the secret passage, replacing her stunned brother— —However, the man was wearing clothes she was familiar with.There was sourness in her chest, and a numb bitter taste under the base of her tongue.It's that simple, it's that easy.Some people go out for a walk after dinner, but they are killed by a car driven by a drunk; some people can talk nonsense while eating dinner, but they are killed by a madman at midnight.

Her right leg was in unprecedented pain, making her last few steps shaky.But she gritted her teeth and persisted, and she came to the man's side steadily, and squatted down with the support of her left leg.The smell of blood in the air has always been strong, but when she got close to the corpse, she smelled another smell, almost a fragrant decay, reminding people of morning mist and woods.No one ever mentioned that the breath of death can be fragrant.She blinked her eyes vigorously to keep her vision from being blurred by the wetness, and then touched the pale cotton-like hand, the skin was still soft, but it was as cold as ice.

"I told you." She heard someone outside the door say this, with lazy self-satisfaction.But she didn't feel angry or scared.She still has to do it to the end, because people will say "to die is to see the dead body".She gritted her teeth, reached out and grabbed the hair on the man's forehead, and slowly raised his head.

A face that closely resembled her brother's looked at her.The face was bloodless and expressionless, calmer and more rigid than a plaster portrait.Any living being, any mammal with flexible muscles and soft tissue in the face, can never keep such blankness for long.And just as Jania raised its head and looked between its eyes, the eyes jerked, the pupils contracted, and the focus shifted from nothingness to Jania's stunned face.He looked at her indifferently, his pupils moved slightly but swiftly, as if staring at countless invisible flying insects moving among them.Jania was too shocked to speak.Her leg hurts and she can't stand up, it's not her brother, it's not even a living person, it's more like... the pet snapping turtle that Emma showed her, the one that popped its head out and chewed the head off a live shrimp of cold-blooded animals.She subconsciously retracted her hand.The thing was still staring at her, its sight seemed to gradually become clearer, and it stopped turning suddenly.It was paying attention to her little by little.

Maybe she cried out without knowing it, maybe it was just the silence that lasted too long.Lot, who was at the door, deliberately walked in with heavy steps. "How much more time do you need to mourn your brother?" he said falsely. "Don't be too sad, we have business to do."

Jania said nothing.She felt she wasn't the only one who didn't understand what was going on.She didn't dare to turn her head to look at Lot, and Lot didn't seem to look at the corpse in his mouth at all.He wandered around in the mirror room, crushing the broken glass all over the floor into fine sand bit by bit.If he was planning to shake her spirits in this way, it would be in vain. Jania was only nervous because she noticed that the face on the opposite side was also slightly tilted, showing a listening expression.

She licked her lips, trying not to breathe out as she spoke. "You killed him."

"I told you already. Don't you think I'm bragging?"

"At least not on purpose," Jania said dryly.She hammered her face hard, not only hoping to wake herself up from the dream, but also ordering herself not to remind Lot again.Maybe she should, though, because the thing was staring at her silently again now.She also couldn't tell if it was a moment of "the lesser of two evils".Maybe her brother had just been beaten and damaged his facial nerve, or (not too bad in the current situation) her brother had become patient zero of some sort of zombie virus.

"I really didn't plan to kill your brother so early," said Lot, obviously misunderstanding her completely. "When he started to make trouble, I had to be the first to kill him. If I knew his epiphany came from Yu Klein..."

"What will you do? Persuade him to join your mission?"

"That's not entirely impossible."

Jania didn't quite believe his words.After the report that the prison collapsed due to termites came out, she carefully read the articles introducing the missing criminals, and secretly thought that Rod was the kind of lunatic driven by potential desires that Malcolm said, not because of faith. Hate, but fabricate beliefs to keep the hate going.You are just pretending to be generous, she thought bitterly in her heart, because you have already killed him. "So, if he can come back from the dead, are you still willing to let him join your operation?"

"Back from the dead!" Lot said emphatically, with a theatrical tone. "If he can receive that kind of pardon, of course I will reconsider everything. Everyone should be judged properly."

"You swear you will judge fairly?"

Lot said humbly: "I only listen to the judgment of the Holy One."

Jania was about to smile with revenge, but someone beat her to it.A few seconds after Rhodes' oath fell, the thing opposite her who was listening indifferently smiled.In an instant, its eyes lost focus, like the scattershot of a blind man, but the smile was undoubtedly intelligent.It was another expression that had nothing to do with her brother: that kind of innocent happiness tinged with ill intentions.Its lips moved.Jania noticed it was counting as if in German: one, two, three—and then its head jerked sideways, its gray pupils staring into nothingness, and it died convincingly.

Jania stared at the body of her dead brother.She began to shake him, and the head swayed as if it had been planted, what a goddamn weed!She secretly exerted force on her fingers, pinched and twisted, and pulled his hair as she did at the beginning.The corpse still died in a calm manner.

"Don't waste any more time." Lot urged, "Take all your brother's belongings, and then you have to leave here with me."

"Yeah," Jania said through gritted teeth.She endured and endured, trying to overcome all unknowns with ethical emotions and detached rationality.She will adapt to the situation, will try her best to deal with the murderer, and will overcome the sadness of her brother's death and the eerie and short-lived resurrection phenomenon-thinking of this, she finally couldn't help it, and stretched out her hand to slap the dead man hard.

"Ah!" The dead man yelled, and smashed the mirror behind him with the back of his head.

(End of this chapter)