Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Ben's brain was like an empty container at the moment, and fear was squeezed in like butter.

Filling his head, it exudes an alluring fragrance, seducing the diners Pennywise's saliva.

At this time, Ben is like a ripe peach with water droplets hanging on it, the tip of the peach is slightly red.

The clown's hand took away the cross,

Jumping down with a cat-like movement, the balloon in his hand was released and landed on the roof of the church.

"Ben, look at yourself!"

"Hey, my fat little loser has grown up, but I'm still the same little fat kid inside."

The clown approached Ben step by step, and its voice was like the neighing of a crow when it was hurt.

There is no escape!

Ben's fingers clenched the lemon tightly, sinking deeply into it, and the pulp squeezed out from between his fingers, dripping onto the floor. His face had completely turned livid.

He remembered Pennywise the Clown,

I remembered the oath made 27 years ago, and the oath that the seven of them made as an alliance through blood.

His palm began to feel painful, as if the scar had cracked and was bleeding, and the blood made the palm of his hand uncomfortable.

This vow came to him after 27 years.

Although he is now successful and famous, the years have long since smoothed his edges. Once they could look down on the adults in Derry Town with their righteousness and their insensitive faces.

But now he just wants to protect himself and just turn a blind eye.

Today, 27 years later, it is still the same,

But he is no longer him, like old shoes that have been worn for a long time.

"what do I do!"

"God, save me."

Ben backed away nervously, praying inwardly.

When the difficulties he faced were beyond his capabilities, all he could do was pray.

Sigh~!

The church door was pushed open.

"Your hair is like the fire of winter, even when January comes," a woman's voice recited a love poem.

Her voice came from the church door and was approaching.

This voice was so familiar that it made Ben's heart tremble.

He thought of the faith that had sustained him in his childhood, the hair that was like the fire of winter, the one that inspired his adolescence, and the girl who was the only one who didn't dislike him.

At this moment, some kind of power diluted the fear, and the cream in his brain was squeezed out of part of his brain. Ben turned back hurriedly.

He saw it!

I saw the girl ‘Beverly Marsh’ who existed in my memory.

She was wearing a floral dress and still had the fiery red hair. She was looking at him with concern as she approached step by step.

Ben seemed to see Beverly's body shrinking, the traces of time disappearing, and she slowly turned into the fiery little girl in his memory, the only little girl he had ever kissed.

The headless body that originally chased him in the church aisle disappeared at some point.

"Are you okay, new boy?" Beverly's voice was filled with concern.

"Beverly!"

Ben's voice was full of disbelief and panic, and he ran quickly towards Beverly.

Now that he has six-pack abs, when he runs, he will no longer be the last one, but the slowest one.

Ben ran to the door at an extremely fast speed, took Beverly's hand and ran outside. Beverly's fiery red hair trembled as she ran, and Ben's palms felt the delicate warmth.

His mouth felt slightly warm, and the touch of that kiss vaguely emerged.

Just like the prince in the fairy tale kissed the sleeping princess, he also kissed her awake in the devil's lair.

At that humblest age, this girl was a warm light hidden in his heart.

"Little fat man, you won't leave me so soon, right?"

Pennywise chased behind him with his limbs like a hyena, grinning widely and laughing.

Ben ran faster. He dragged Beverly and ran out of the door. The sun fell on him.

Pennywise the Clown's neck suddenly stretched out like a fishing rod, his funny head became as big as a car, and his big blood-red mouth opened, filled with sharp fangs.

It's like fishing for fish with a dip net.

Beverly, who was half a body slower than Ben and could reach the sun in just one step, was devoured by the clown's head that fell in mid-air, and a crater was gnawed out of the soil on the ground.

Ben stumbled, and the weightlessness made him stumble. The female severed arm that he still held tightly in his left hand was losing its warmth.

The clown's head slowly revealed half of his head covered in white makeup from behind the wooden door in the church. His dark eyes stared mockingly at Ben who fell to the ground outside.

"No one cares about the little fat guy."

"You are always alone!"

Half of the clown's face retracted behind the wooden door, and Beverly's blood-stained head poked out of the door.

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her face was bloodless, her mouth opened and closed, but the voice that came out had a sinister tone, it was the clown pinching his throat:

"Kiss me, little fat boy!"

"Kiss me like it's your last time."

From the position outside the door, one could see that her head had been broken at the neck, and a pale claw was grabbing the head from the back of the neck, controlling her mouth to open and close, making it look like she was speaking.

At this moment, Ben's heart broke.

"No--!"

He stood up from the ground and glared at the clown, his bloodshot eyes filled with blazing anger.

"Even if January comes, my heart is still burning."

A gentle male voice came from Ben's ear.

He turned his head sharply and found that he was still in the church, still looking down at the ugly scar on his belly, as if nothing had changed.

The priest, two meters away, was reading aloud with an old postcard in his hand.

That was a postcard he had carried with him for 27 years. No matter what he did or what clothes he changed, even if he forgot his childhood memories, this postcard was always carried by him and kept well.

Over the years, he has lost his wallet, his phone, and his underwear, but this postcard has never been lost for a second.

"Is this a love letter you wrote to the girl? When you took off your clothes, you dropped it on the ground."

Wu Heng folded the postcard after reciting it and handed it to Ben.

Ben reached out blankly and took the postcard. The residual warmth from the girl's palm seemed to still remain in his palm. He had already remembered Beverly and understood why he cherished this postcard.

The hallucination just now filled him with palpitations.

"Fortunately, fortunately it's an illusion."

Ben just wanted to make a phone call at this moment, or fly over directly to meet the girl.

Looking at Ben's expression, Wu Heng could only sigh that love is indeed a thing more powerful than poison, and fear can only shrink in front of it.

Sigh--!

The church door opened.

This familiar voice made Ben's whole body tremble, and he looked back sharply.

Wu Heng also turned back.

The hallucinations I experienced just now were not the power of Pennywise the Clown.