clown game

Chapter 355 Chapter -1 The Story of the Past Five

"Hey hey, this is human beings, this is you" A middle-aged man wearing the clothing of a Foundation researcher sat on the ground, nagging at a guard who was also sitting on the ground.His white coat was covered with blood, the collar was torn, and hung casually on his shoulders, his hair was sticky and tangled, and there were countless cuts on his face that were drawn with a small blade.

"Slavery, laziness, betrayal, greed, jealousy, cowardice, corruption. Look at these words, why do you use so many different words to distinguish each other, are you deceiving yourself? You can't be simpler, such as directly classifying them all Human nature?" His hands kept drawing circles on both sides of his head, as if he was extremely tangled: "Ah, but it is precisely because of this that you are so interesting. You are simply the most perfect work of the creator, um, of course It's also the worst, hehehe, because each of you has your own little story, little abacus, and thoughts that you don't want to be known by anyone. Watching you people every day seems to be much more interesting than going out and wandering. Oh , By the way, have I entered your mind?" He asked with a smile, and then pushed the guard opposite.

The guard shook a few times, then fell to the ground with a bang, obviously dead for a long time.

"Hey hey hey, it seems that he has entered hahahaha——" He seemed to be amused by his own joke, clutching his stomach and rolling over, his voice was like rubbing glass with sandpaper, making people's teeth sore .

His sight was gradually drawn away. This was a huge room. Around him, there were already countless corpses piled up. They were either laughing or frightened. Dead madman.And the monitor in the corner is recording all this.

In another room, Mr. Detective watched everything on the screen quietly: "Is he like this all the time?" He asked.

"Uh, please forgive me for not knowing what he looks like now. I can't listen to him, and I can't look at him. His infection doesn't distinguish between time and place. Even through the screen, it's enough to kill me." The little fat man sat down. He was wearing earphones far away from the surveillance screen, which allowed him to filter out all the sounds in the monitor and only hear what Mr. Detective said alone.

Mr. Detective hesitated for a moment: "You killed him.?"

"The body." The little fat man said immediately: "But I guess you can't be killed, because you don't have a body in the first place. Anyway, the body has been kept in a safe place now, and since he died , it is even more difficult, we can only use a large number of people to keep him every day, otherwise he will definitely make a bigger mess, but it seems that he is tired of this game, so we need you."

"So you'll kill me too!"

"No, no, that's not killing, it just keeps you out of your body for a while. It's like a cold virus. You are the medicine you need to take after you catch a cold. When the cold is cured, we will return your body to you. It's very It's easy to understand, right?"

"But... he doesn't seem to be so easy to cure." The detective said indifferently: "And your plan has a big loophole."

The little fat man was startled, as if something had been revealed, but Mr. Detective was turning his back to him, and he didn't seem to see it.

"What loophole?" He tidied up his mood and asked suspiciously.

"The loophole is that you think I can catch him"

"Can't you?"

"No, even the thinking that imprisoned the carrier can't. He needs new things, and he will need more and more. This kind of demand makes him strong. One day, he will escape my control."

The little fat man nodded: "We have thought about this before, so we have also made some plans for him, that is, when he can no longer be contained, we will bring him into our organization, saying In fact, the things we touch are almost the most interesting things in the world, and we will use these things to satisfy him and keep a balance between you and him.”

"That's not a long-term solution." The detective said.

"Well, so we still have a back hand, that is, we have found an ancient method to permanently fix the human soul in a body, but it is not yet mature enough, so we need you to be able to fully integrate suppress him before his captivity."

"How long?" asked the detective.

"I don't know yet, but time should not be very important to you. No matter what it is, it is a unique experience for you. Maybe, in the time of imprisoning 'crazy', your feelings will be even more wonderful , isn't it." The little fat man said, showing a slight winner's smile.

After a while.

"Okay. I don't seem to have a reason to refuse, so in the end, have you selected your carrier?"

The little fat man nodded: "Of course, we found some mental patients, murderers, lunatics, thugs, these are people who are similar to that guy, I will send them to that person, and he will invade thinking of those people."

"What about the strength of thinking?" The detective asked again.

"Thinking intensity? What is that?"

"A thing I named myself can probably be explained as the flexibility and firmness of the human mind. Mental bodies like me and him are not just stuffed in. If they are not strong enough, they will be supported. Explode, burn out." The detective explained.

The little fat man seemed to be lost in thought: "Well, I haven't thought about it, but it is true that many volunteers completely collapse after touching the target, but this is not difficult to solve. I will add thinking to the volunteers. It's a test of endurance, and I will choose the most suitable candidate in the end, you can rest assured."

"Okay." Mr. Detective responded lightly.

No one saw it, but on the screen in front of him, the poor researcher in a white coat had sat up, his face was facing the monitor, as if he was looking at the person on the other side through the camera.

No one noticed that at the same time, his mouth seemed to be slightly opening and closing, as if he was talking to himself. In fact, even if someone saw it, it was impossible for him to notice this small mouth. Details that no pixel can capture.

But Mr. Detective sees it very clearly.

The guy was watching himself moving his lips.

he is talking.
"They lied to you!"

(End of this chapter)