Endless Debt

The waiter led Boluogo and others through one weird and bizarre courtyard after another, like a magnificent freak show. Under the manipulation of the witch of pleasure, the Happy Garden presented a bizarre and bizarre feeling that was difficult to understand and describe. .

At first, Aimu would look curiously into the darkness, but gradually, performances beyond her tolerance were being staged. In the end, Aimu reached out and held the corner of Boluogo's clothes, lowering his head, like a buried ostrich. , followed closely behind Boluogo to avoid seeing those crazy things.

Aimu could take the initiative to look away, but she couldn't block the sounds. Even if she covered her ears, the sounds still reached her ears clearly, as if someone was whispering in her ears.

The muscles were pulled and torn, the fat was sizzling under the heat, the bones were broken and crushed with the sound of percussion, and weird hoarse moans came one after another. Aimu couldn't figure out whether they were wailing or enjoying themselves, which was even weirder. Unexpectedly, at a certain moment, Aimu heard a familiar call.

He shouted his name.

"Aimu."

Aimu turned his head. The familiar old face in his memory did not appear. Instead, there was just a weird combination of flesh and blood. There was a dense heartbeat in the flesh, and the frequency was inconsistent. It seemed that it had multiple hearts, overheated. His blood surged, and his whole body emitted intense heat that was visible to the naked eye.

The blood-stained spines intertwined together to support the rugged bone cage. It was covered with a thin layer of skin, and the blood vessels spreading like vines could be clearly seen. The white intestines flowed out, along with the meat balls. They twitched like roundworms on the ground, and the smelly blood flowed all over the ground.

"Amu, my daughter."

A bloody head poked out from the mass of flesh, with long, tangled black hair hanging on it. They were stuck together with thick blood. Through the gaps in the hair, you could see what looked like insect eggs. Densely scarlet eyeballs.

The monster blasphemed Amu's memory, as if it could feel Amu's pain. It let out bursts of laughter. Its pale and slender arms stretched out from the bone cage, and its slender nails scratched the ground, making metallic noises. The sharp sound when cutting.

It pounced on Aimu, and dark chains emerged from the darkness, locking it firmly in place, and the sharp laughter echoed endlessly.

Aimu looked directly at it. She tried to look away, but the muscles in her body seemed to be completely frozen, and there was no reaction at all. It was not until Boluog stood in front of her that they interrupted the relationship. Sight.

In just a few seconds, cold sweat soaked Aimu's clothes. She looked away as if she was rescued, and then met another pair of red eyes.

The waiter crossed her hands in front of her. She bent forward and lowered her head, looking at Aimu with a smile. The two were very close, almost cheek to cheek. Aimu could smell the fragrant smell of the waiter, like a group of flowers. Stand in front of your own eyes.

"You smell good."

As the waiter spoke, she stuck out her tongue and licked Aimu's cheek. She wiped the corners of her mouth, as if tasting Aimu's emotions.

The sharp knife flashed, and anger surged in Aimu's eyes. She almost instinctively drew out the dagger, chopped off several of the waiter's fingers with one blow, and tore her chest. The flesh and blood turned out like petals, and the warmth Hot blood foam hit Aimu's face.

As if the waiter couldn't feel the pain, she completely ignored her fatal injuries, walked aside, and introduced the monster to everyone.

"We are used to calling it the amputee. As for its name, it was completely deprived of its soul when it was dedicated to its master."

The waiter stretched out his blood-stained hand and greeted the amputated person. The amputated person ignored the waiter and struggled violently, trying to break open the cage and pounce on everyone.

"Like you, it is also a fool pursuing immortality," the waiter said, looking at Irwin, with blood pouring from his chest. "What's interesting is that before it completely turned into a monster, it also believed that it would not fall, but in the end It still lost and sank into infinite joy."

Irwin looked directly at the amputee, and as if it noticed Irwin's gaze, its dense red eyes turned to stare at Irwin, and at the same time, waves of charming voices sounded.

"Irwin...Long time no see."

The sticky black hair peeled back, a familiar face emerged, and she whispered to Irwin.

"What kind of story do you bring this time?"

She waved to Irwin, "Tell me."

Irwin looked at the woman expressionlessly. Suddenly he smiled, and then asked the waiter, "What did it pay for its eternal life?"

There was a hint of surprise in the waiter's eyes, and the mutilated man let out a sharp cry again because of the prey's escape. More arms stretched out, and they held up the mass of flesh, like a giant spider made of flesh and blood.

"As you can see, it has eternal vitality, but its flesh and blood will die and wither, so it needs to constantly plunder other people's limbs to extend its own life."

The waiter's voice gradually weakened. Excessive blood loss made her face pale. She staggered and fell to the ground.

The amputated person made bursts of longing sounds, stretched out his arms with all his strength, and his slender nails hooked on the waiter's clothes. It slowly dragged the not-dead waiter in front of him. The nails were like scalpels, and it was skilled. The ground cuts open the waiter's body, takes out the internal organs it wants, and stuffs them into the bone cage.

"The owner didn't like it at first. It has completely sunk. It has no emotions, only empty numbness, an unconscious beast that only follows instinct, and a burned-out firewood."

The waiter's voice sounded from behind, as if nothing had happened, she appeared in front of people again, exactly the same as the waiter who had just died, without any difference.

"The owner later discovered that it was perfect for disposing of waste, such as this."

The waiter slapped his hands, and there was a sound of banging back and forth in the darkness above. Then a man covered in blood fell down. He was slapped on the ground hard, his body twisted, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

He saw the waiter and moved his body, squirming forward, shouting for mercy.

"Give me another chance, I will definitely win it back!"

The waiter did not respond, but looked at him with a smile, and then the sharp nails pierced the man's calf. The amputee laughed and dragged the man in front of him, and then the bone cage opened and stuffed the man inside.

The miserable wailing sound resounded, and the amputated man tasted the man's pain and laughed loudly.

Boluogo looked away and couldn't bear to look directly. If emotions were a kind of energy, then this place was a waste reprocessing factory, squeezing out the remaining value from these completely defeated guys.

The waiter looked at Irwin curiously and said doubtfully, "It doesn't seem to affect you."

Irwin shook his head, "I don't like false things, they can't fool me."

"Why insist on pursuing truth so stubbornly?"

The waiter couldn't understand, "When you really find the 'reality', what should you do if it is different from what you imagined?"

"Like it is."

The clear sound of chewing and the man's whine became the background sound of the conversation, and Boluogo also stared at Irwin. Now he was becoming more and more curious about Irwin.

I have read Irwin's books and learned about Irwin's various rumors from Palmer, but looking at it now, my understanding of Irwin is only superficial.

Cinderella didn't dare to look at what was happening in the darkness, but she noticed what Irwin said.

reality.

She remembered that she had discussed this matter with Irwin, and he who had always been gentle became very serious. Cinderella still remembered Irwin's words at that time.

"Truth is important."

Irwin stressed to the waiter, but he wasn't going to explain why truth was important.

"It's strange. What you want is clearly within your reach."

The waiter shook his head and leaned close to Irwin. The fragrant breath was close at hand. At a moment, the waiter's eyes ignited, and Irwin saw the shining color again.

"I like stubborn guys, and I like their wails even more when they fall into despair."

The sounds overlapped in her ears and turned into a wave that drowned her consciousness. When Irwin woke up, the light in the waiter's eyes disappeared, and she had already walked to the front of the line, continuing to introduce pleasure to others like a tour guide. The witch's collection.

"Sometimes the host will not completely eat certain emotions," the waiter walked in the endless darkness. "Some guests have precious qualities and sincere and warm emotions, and the host will take the initiative to collect them."

A beam of light fell, illuminating the figure standing like a sculpture in the darkness. The mother held her child compassionately, but the child in her arms had already frozen to death in the cold wind.

Her expression was so tragic that just by looking at this scene, people watching would feel an unspeakable sadness.

"You have frozen her here and turned her into an ornament!"

In grief, Bologo realized what they had done, and there was anger in his voice.

Another beam of light fell, illuminating a deformed child. Her body was curled up on the ground. The spine on her back bifurcated into another spine in the middle. The body was like a scattered twig, and the other half of the body grew out, with two heads. right next to.

"The sisters have been trapped together by their deformity since birth, and each believes the other has ruined them."

A strong sense of hatred emanated from the deformed child's body, and many scratched red marks appeared on the smooth and white skin. They tore each other's hair, bit their cheeks, and left scarlet hickeys.

The Desire Witch perfectly freezes the scene of them hating each other, like a frozen scene, standing forever.

"They are connected by blood and are one body. They should be the closest blood relatives, but they hate each other like enemies."

Burning Hate was perfectly preserved and became part of the collection.

The waiter continued to lead several people forward, and more falling sounds were heard from behind in the darkness. Fuzzy figures fell to the ground one by one. Before they could make a wailing sound, they were dragged into deeper darkness by the amputated person.

From this point of view, Gauld is not yet part of the Desire Witch's collection. He is just a temporary toy. When she gets tired of playing with it, Gauld's ending should be similar to that of a amputated person.

Burlogo said, "She has really bad taste."

The waiter turned back in confusion, and Boluogo continued, "Look at what she collects? Distorted and deformed negative emotions, full of pain and hatred."

“These pains will turn into everlasting joy.”

Boluoge knew what the waiter was referring to, the protection of the Desire Witch, Chaos Weile. Looking at it this way, Boluoge felt that the Happy Garden was a little darkly humorous.

This is a hell on earth that extracts your most painful aspects and transforms them into endless joy.

Boluogo thought of the enemies who died in his own hands and had protection. He was in pain and happiness, and his reason almost collapsed under the intersection of contradictions.

Irwin said, "False joy, self-deception."

The waiter laughed, she had seen many people like Irwin, like people with amputated limbs.

"Everyone is like this. They feel that they are the special one. They feel that they can win the game. They feel that they can defeat everything."

The waiter's voice became softer, as if he was telling a fable, "But they all lost... No one is special."

"We'll see," Irwin said.

The waiter responded with a smile, "We'll see."

After opening another door, several people returned to the original area. Six doors were lined up on both sides of the corridor. The door at the end was not closed. It could be clearly seen that this door led to the outside of the train station, where the Dawn was waiting. Stopping on the railway track, orange-red light hit the carriage, and the train seemed to be on fire.

Boluogo was too lazy to think about the twisted and staggered spatial structure in the Happy Garden. In comparison, the spatial arrangement of the living rooms seemed more regular.

"You can leave at any time, or you can always hide here. No one will force you to make a choice."

The waiter did not set foot in this area. She was in the darkness, bowed to a few people, and then closed the door.

The moment the doors closed together, the invisible pressure that filled everyone's hearts finally subsided. Palmer took a deep breath, blinked, and rubbed his cheeks vigorously to confirm the authenticity of the weird deformity just now. Show, the impact on him is not small.

Thinking of this, Palmer's admiration for Irvin increased even more. He was indeed his idol, and he was so powerful.

"Let's go, it's time to rest."

Boluogo tried his best to forget what he had just seen and relaxed himself as soon as possible. Only in this way could he cope with the subsequent battle. He was about to help Palmer return to the room, but found that no matter how hard he pulled, Palmer could no longer walk. I noticed that his other leg was not lame either.

Palmer stared straight at Irwin, his eyes making him look dumbfounded. Irwin was stunned for a while, probably because he figured out what Palmer meant. It just so happened that he also felt that he should let others understand more. Own. This helps with subsequent actions, success or failure.

"Want to come to my house as a guest?"

Irwin opened the door, and the quiet and mysterious library was within easy reach.

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