"This is …" Kelan is no stranger to these faces. Whenever he stops, those screams and screams come from them … They are all "sacrifices" that the victims in the East Ninth District incident were killed by the Arasaka consortium and heretics.
Chapter three hundred and ninety The victims’ obsession
The word "Viis" has both the meaning of victims and the meaning of sacrifice and sacrifice, and especially refers to the kind of sacrifice of living things.
The hundreds of stacked bodies on the second floor of izakaya flashed like slides. He will never forget the victims’ faces, frozen and frightened, and their memories are clear, as if it happened yesterday.
Ke Lan doesn’t know the names of these people before their lives, and he doesn’t know who they are or what they have done … These people’s lives may be like two parallel lines if they don’t have friends with him for a generation-without this massacre.
He never recognized what a "sacrificial ceremony" was. It was a naked massacre and a group of unscrupulous people trampled on life.
……
When the puppet’s face opened his eyes, the familiar cry rang in his mind again.
"I don’t want to die …"
"Please … don’t kill me. I can give you all my money …"
"It hurts … it hurts …"
"blood! Lots of blood! Is this my blood … "
Ke Lan can not only hear these sounds, but also feel the strong emotions of these people before they die … fear, despair, resentment … that kind of feeling of being there as if his soul had arrived in the bodies of the victims to die instead of them.
When you close your eyes, Kelan can see several undead struggling in the mire of his feet. They stretch out their flesh and blood to rot, exposing their bones and arms to cling to his ankles; The smell of death crawled along his legs, wrapped around his knees and wrapped around his throat like a leech.
From that day on, these undead remnants have been haunting him, not fade away
They are like drowning people waving their hands and trying to catch everything they can … They caught Kelan, but Kelan couldn’t pull them out of the deep pool of death.
They are already dead.
Kelan doesn’t believe in ghosts and gods, and he doesn’t recognize that there is such a thing as the undead in the world. He knows that those whines are all hallucinations, as if they were recorded and played repeatedly in his ear.
Kelan opened his eyes.
The illusory undead want to pull him into the abyss together, but their bone claws can no longer grasp Koran’s body, and all other thoughts are left behind by Koran. He ends up with his gun aimed at a distant target.
Puppet individuals have no limbs, except for their "face" which is covered all over their bodies. Their figure is like the shrinking of the meat mountain in Chiron, and the thick "black asphalt" flows slowly between the face and the gap between the faces-this is the "fake" which is simulated by the source materials and human tissues of the puppet individuals. Compared with them, they have higher density and are closer to pure black.
"What the hell are these …?" Marshall put his hand over his ear and clenched his teeth. "Mom is so bored … why do these sounds sound like they are ringing in my head … damn it!"
"It’s a’ sacrifice’ that wails before dying," Kelan explained. "That thing’s face comes from those sacrifices that were swallowed up by it."
"Sacrifice? Living sacrifice? Just like those people in the’ sick village’? " Marshall asked.
"Almost … but the flesh-and-blood wall is more like a waste recycling furnace, which decomposes human corpses and benefits them again … What it accepts is the material meaning of’ sacrifice’. Without those substances, it can also construct the’ dwelling place of God’ covered by flesh and blood."
"That this guy? What’s the difference? " Marshall leng once asked again
He has always been very critical of the sacrificial rites of "sick village sects", but considering that most of those who were killed were seriously ill and it only increased their pain and suffering, he never protested to Chiron.
"They sacrifice is … is the sacrifice consciousness"
"Consciousness? Don’t these people … "Marshall pointed to the puppet individual face" these people are the experimental body in the living experiment project? How can there be so many? And … how can there be old people and children? "
"No, they are all ordinary people." Ke Lan shook his head. Marshall had already "fled" to the sick village when the East Ninth District incident happened. It was normal that he didn’t know about the tragedy. "The heretics planned a massacre, they killed thousands of civilians and took their brains. Although I don’t know what they did to the brains of the victims, it is obvious that a considerable part of the consciousness of the dead should be preserved in some form."
"What do they do with these things?"
"To create a powerful monster that they can drive."
"Is this ugly monster in front of you?"
"Well" Koran nodded his head.
"It’s all a bunch of crazy people." Marshall vigorously spat on the ground, pushed a grenade into the launcher of an assault rifle and pulled the trigger on the puppet individual.
"Dong-"
The cylindrical rifle grenade came out of the chamber and left the launcher in an instant. Marshall’s substantial idea "pushed" it again, which made the Grenade fly to the puppet individual several times faster.
But when the grenade is about five meters away from the puppet, its flying speed suddenly drops.
The iron-gray metal cylinder was frozen for half a second, and suddenly deformed from the metal shell at the tail of the rifle Grenade. The whole rifle Grenade was crushed into thin pieces in a blink of an eye like a heavy forging machine metal ingot.
At this time, the filled explosive was detonated, but the explosion flame did not escape from this square inch. The flame, shock wave and fragments were compressed by a fingertip. If it is shaped in astronomical terms, it is not an explosion, but it is closer to the concept of "collapse".
"Collapse" and "explosion" are two completely opposite concepts. Explosion releases energy outward, while collapse is to attract all mass to itself and finally form a celestial body with extremely high density.
The light produced by the explosion was finally condensed into a dazzling light spot, which flashed for a while and then disappeared into the shell of a grenade. It was a soybean-sized, rounded and solidified metal ball, which made a muffled sound.
Chapter three hundred and ninety-nine After restraint
"Sure enough, this guy has a similar ability to me," Marshall said somberly. From those black spikes with residual consciousness, we can know that the puppet individual absolutely has far more strength than the "perfect individual"-the so-called "perfect individual" is just like the ceiling for human beings … but it is far more than that for the alpha creation.