Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

The memories in Spencer's mind unfolded slowly like a scroll. It was not until this time that he discovered that there was a very strange place in his memory corridor.

He looked at it and found nothing.

Until the painful characteristics passed over the contradictory place, the clouds and mist immediately dissipated, and a hidden power belonging to Leviathan was sensed and swept away.

Spencer saw the incompleteness of his mind.

He did lose a piece of his memory, but that piece did not belong to "pain", but to the only warmth!

"My wife!"

Spencer frowned. Even though he saw the missing part of his memory, he still subconsciously thought that he had no wife at all.

But the "missing" still kept telling him that it was a very important person to him.

Father, mother?

No!

Who is it?

When Spencer felt irritated, Harry Daimo on the ground looked at the stopped attack in the sky, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing that he would not be killed by others at will.

Without waiting for Spencer to continue the interrogation, he stretched out his palm, and a group of memories appeared in his palm.

"Spencer, this is the most precious skill you are missing, but it contains the pain of Leviathan. Do you dare to integrate it?"

Along with Harry Daimo's words, this group of memories rose up, was caught by the blue energy in the air, and rose outside the atmosphere.

"Spencer, our Lord, don't believe the enemy's sweet words, crush them."

"These hell monks are full of conspiracies and tricks, full of means to play with people's hearts, don't follow its words."

Following the rampaging cursers, seeing Harry Daimo's behavior, they all raised their heads and shouted, trying to dissuade Spencer.

Outside the atmosphere.

Spencer looked at the memory group suspended in front of him. He could see the "pain" of Leviathan contained in it, and also heard the call of the cursers.

But that kind of missing heart, that kind of unspeakable reluctance, was surrounding his heart.

This feeling even gradually began to reduce the pain.

It seems that its value is far higher than the pain that is about to be endured!

"Pain, I crave pain!"

"Come on, let the pain forge my characteristics, I will be eternal in pain!" He finally ignored the shouts of the cursers and made a choice.

The memory ball in front of him flew into his mind.

Scenes appeared in his mind, and those memories and pain were in conflict, and many questions arose in his heart in an instant.

"Have I really been happy?"

"Where does the hatred in my heart come from?"

"Do I really enjoy pain and welcome pain?"

He saw the war, saw himself surrounded by enemies holding muskets, and saw his wife and the child in his arms.

"Disgusting and lowly pig, the temptation in your heart makes you suffer, right, you are just a bastard, you will never have another child, do you understand, Spencer?"

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead, bang, the gunshot rang!

In the brain splashing, Spencer suddenly woke up from the bed, he found himself lying at home, his wife was preparing breakfast.

"Oh, honey, I just had a nightmare. We were all killed. I was scared to death." Spencer habitually said to his wife who was naked and baking bread.

"Oh my God, I was just in your nightmare?" The wife was shocked.

"Fortunately, it's just a nightmare!"

"Really? Then can you feel my presence?"

The wife put down the bread, stretched out her hand in front of Spencer, shook it, and then turned around and picked up the little girl in the stroller without waiting for his answer.

While feeding the child with breast milk, she casually asked: "Thinking back then, your life without chains and hooks must have been boring, right?"

"What?"

Hearing this, Spencer suspected that he had heard it wrong.

At this moment,

the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside to the inside, and a tall black shadow stood at the door.

It turned out to be a staircase, and his bedroom seemed to be in the basement.

The shadow stood at the top of the steps and said to him, "Elliot, Elliot, it's time for breakfast!"

The shadow was bald, with spikes all over his head, and his face couldn't be seen clearly, which made Spencer a little confused. Wasn't he here? Who was the shadow at the door?

"What the hell is this place?"

The figure of his wife holding her daughter appeared from behind the shadow at the top of the steps and asked the shadow in confusion.

A correct version of the book in 1619!

When did she go outside?

Spencer was even more confused. He felt that he was trapped in a strange memory, and even doubted whether he was still in a nightmare and was not awake.

"Daddy!"

Just when Spencer was infinitely confused, a crisp voice came from the bedroom next to him.

A little girl with bangs, a pink bow, and a pink dress, about seven or eight years old, appeared.

She sat at the dining table.

Spencer looked back again and found that there was a wall in the bedroom, and there was no door at all.

His wife was still preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and the sound of washing dishes was so clear.

This is life!

Spencer put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. The little girl's voice came again: "Mommy, why is Daddy wearing your underwear!"

Spencer lowered his head when he heard this. He was actually wearing a set of women's underwear. He felt very conflicted, as if something was wrong, but he subconsciously asked his wife: "How do I look?"

He put his hands on his waist and twisted.

"It's really beautiful!"

His wife put down the plate, walked in front of him, hugged his waist, and became intimate.

Ding Dong, the doorbell rang.

After Spencer opened the door, he saw a milkman holding a gift in his hand.

"Mr. Spencer, little friend, and our little birthday boy, I'm so happy to see you again!"

He looked behind Spencer. Spencer turned his head and saw that his wife was holding a baby in her arms, and the little girl who called him "Dad" was still next to her.

The little girl is here, so whose child is in his wife's arms?

Spencer felt confused, and he felt that his head was about to turn into paste. What was going on?

Didn't the child in his wife's arms grow up and become the little girl now?

"Do you mind if I sit down? I brought a gift for the little birthday boy this time!" The milkman showed the gift in his hand.

"Of course, you are very welcome." Spencer said.

The milkman came to Spencer's wife, stretched out his hand to the baby in her arms, and took it in his arms.

'The little guy is so healthy, oh, I almost forgot, this is my gift, happy birthday! '

He handed the fist-sized gift box to the little guy. (End of this chapter)