Ethan screamed as his mother quickly rotted in front of him, his body staggering back as if suddenly out of control, only to trip over Samuel's legs. The people around, including Samuel, couldn't seem to see what was happening in front of them, sitting like puppets. Ethan grabbed Samuel's arm and tried to pull him up, but the other's body was as still as a rock, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't even blink. While his mother was still crawling towards him, rotting flesh fell from her face and arms, and the stench of slime trailed long trails behind her.
Ethan couldn't care less about Lasamue, he got up from the ground in a hurry and rushed towards the gate, no one stopped him. But just as his hand touched the doorknob, a scorching pain suddenly exploded in the palm of his hand. He screamed in pain, raised his hand, and found that the flesh had been scorched. But under the black charred flesh, some weird tentacles were wriggling, quickly repairing the wounds on his body, and new flesh and blood grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He turned and rushed in the direction of Tanisel. The priest seemed so far away, still dancing tirelessly, and the beautiful sound of the piano came from all directions, making him nowhere to run.
"Tanisher! Tanesser!" Ethan shouted his name and ran with great strides. But the space was suddenly twisted and elongated in front of him. No matter how much he ran, he couldn't shorten the distance between him and the priest. His shouts seemed to be absorbed by the sound of the piano around him, and he couldn't even reach one meter.
This is a nightmare, a living nightmare. Ethan patted his face hard, trying to wake himself up.
But at this moment, a nobleman with a black veil in the audience suddenly stood up.
In this seemingly frozen prayer hall, this person is probably the only person who has moved apart from Tanisel in the distance and the "mother" who is still crawling towards him with perseverance.
Ethan looked at him, not knowing whether to be happy or wary. An ominous premonition that the mountains and rains are coming made him stand frozen in place, staring at the man.
It was a tall man, wearing an exquisite black velvet robe, his pace was slow, calm and graceful. There was something terrifying and terrifying about him, and Ethan couldn't describe the familiar and disgusting feeling.
The man stopped about ten steps in front of him, and slowly lifted the black veil on his face.
Ethan was stunned.
In front of him is an Earthman who is about seventy years old. Although he is seventy years old, he is not too old in the average lifespan of such an Earthman, who is often over a hundred years old. He should have been a very handsome man when he was young, but his frowning left a deep mark between his brows, making him look a little rigid and serious. But Ethan still likes him very much, thinking that he is a person who is organized and efficient, respects his subordinates very much, and is upright.
Energy Secretary Abel, Ethan's former boss.
"You... how did you... "
Abel smiled lovingly at him, "Long time no see, Ethan."
Ethan took a step back and murmured in a low voice, "It's an illusion... it must be an illusion..."
"Is it an illusion?" Abel tilted his head slightly, but the smile was a bit strange, different from Ethan's memory, it seemed a bit more... cunning. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Want to shake it? Let's see if it's a hallucination."
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here to see you." Abel said, but his facial features and face shape suddenly began to undergo subtle but rapid changes. Under Ethan's shocked gaze, the face quickly transformed into Tanisel's face, then into his father's face, and finally into the face of an unfamiliar Egyptian man, before blurring into a blur. , as if erased by an eraser.
A chill eroded Ethan's body. He stared stiffly at the man in black in front of him, and finally recognized him.
It was the black man who was constantly entangled in his dreams.
Ethan glanced back in a panic, only to see Tanisel still dancing in the distance, playing that enchanting piano music. Is this reality or a dream? Why do things from nightmares appear one after another
"Haven't you ever thought about who proposed to research and develop the second universe, the red earth, or even Project Zero? Why is every mission you do is related to the Energy Bureau, and who chose the mission you participated in?" The man was empty. The director's facial features gradually grew on his face, and he looked at him with a serious and solemn expression, just like the expression that the director used to every time he talked with him, "Have you ever wondered how Ophiuchus learned about it? Project No. 0, why did you just send a Roland who suits your liking to perform the task, and why I couldn't attend the day when I received foreign guests, and you will receive foreign guests for me?"
Every word of the old man was like a sharp sword, piercing the obstacles that Ethan never understood. Those things in his life that he thought were fate and coincidence, in front of this familiar and unfamiliar population, became a well-arranged chess game of fate.
"It's you..." Ethan's voice was hoarse, barely able to utter a complete sentence. His mind has become a mess, too many memories flashed quickly, and all of them were covered with a haze of destiny, "Why... Director... Why me?"
"Don't you think of me yet? My child?" The director "approached with determined steps, his eyes full of pressing pressure," I said, after all the gods left this universe, I was the only one who stayed The ancient existence here walks in the world in the form of a human. I have been waiting for a moment as I watched the people on earth go from a group of cave-dwelling apes to later conquer the entire galaxy, and watched civilizations on different planets emerge and die. , waiting for the sequence force to return to a weak moment, waiting for the opportunity to welcome back the gods to occupy this rich universe. And you, my child, is a key that I personally made to open the sequence god universe, with the sequence force The manufactured body holds the blade of the entropic soul."
At this time, he had already walked in front of Ethan, and in the depths, a thin hand like eagle's claws gently caressed Ethan's cheek. It felt cold and sticky, as if a poisonous snake had crawled across his skin, and a shudder rose from Ethan's back. Those evil blue eyes stared at Ethan, and for a moment Ethan seemed to see a blood-red tentacle growing from his face, wrapping around his neck like a tongue...
"My dear Ethan." "The Chief"'s voice resounded in his mind, "I'm your father."
Ethan felt that his neck was strangled by invisible red tentacles.
"No, you're not." Ethan struggled. "My father is Adrian Eldridge!"
"Don't deceive yourself. You know in your heart that Adrian Eldridge was never your father, he was just a pawn who helped me raise you." A bit arrogant.
"Ethan" his mother also appeared behind him, rotting hands resting on his shoulders, removing the ear clips from his ears, and the corpse fluid soaking his clothes and corroding his skin , which made him feel that the itching on the back of his neck and back was even more severe, and even bursts of cracking pain began to appear.
"Baby, your time is up, get down on your knees and accept his blessing!" The twisted voice came from the broken throat, and the gentleness and touchingness of the past could not be heard.
All the words buzzed in Ethan's ears, impacting all his past memories. The father treated him hot and cold, took care of his life but hardly ever smiled at him, and the mother found various reasons to leave the house and leave him. Ethan never had a birthday party, and only his parents didn't have time for school performances. He didn't complain much when he was young, but when he watched other people's parents kiss their children and wipe off the oil paint painted on their faces during the performance, he felt a little pain in his heart.
When the classmates complained that their parents were too strict and didn't let them play too late at their classmates' house, Ethan, who was parked beside him, looked envious. Dad never worried if he was out playing too long, but Ethan still came home on time every night to eat with his dad.
He always believed that his parents loved him, they were just too busy. Especially my father, although he seldom talked to him at home, but as long as he was a good boy, he would still smile at him.
So Dad must love him. As long as he is a good boy, Dad will love him.
But if you love him, why didn't you even attend his graduation ceremony, why didn't you ask him what ideals he wanted to do in the future, why never ask him if he was in a relationship like other parents, why when he left After home, they are all in the same city, but they have never come to his apartment to see,
But now, hearing this, it seems that everything suddenly makes sense.
Love, probably still there. But hate, I'm afraid there's a lot...
The fiancee was pregnant with a child of unknown origin before the same room. If the proud father did not love his mother so much, he would not be able to bear such a humiliation, right
Ethan's heart seemed to be twisted so hard that he couldn't speak. He was a monster, from the very beginning, from the moment he was born.
From the beginning, he didn't deserve to be loved.
He felt so heavy he couldn't bear it. Something in his body was about to burst, and he fell to his knees, a sharp pain like a tear in his back. He resisted and didn't call out, but saw that his nails quickly turned black and longer, and the black lines spread from his arms to his palms.
At the same time, an overwhelming sense of fear was taking over his consciousness. He suddenly felt very tired, so tired that he couldn't move a finger. He really wanted to find a place where there was no one, a dark, closed corner, and hide himself.
The world is so chaotic and dangerous, he needs to weave a cocoon and wrap himself up layer by layer.
This urge was so strong that he didn't notice that the tentacles behind him were gushing out unconsciously, wrapping himself around him layer by layer, and gradually only a pale face remained outside.
He saw that the body of the "Director" in front of him was deforming and expanding. The facial features on his face melted together, and a blood-red tentacle rose into the sky, whistling in the lofty hall. The big hand dripping with mucus gently lifted his face, forcing his green eyes to meet the "face" without facial features.
"Ethan, it's time for transformation. Whether to live as my son and obey my will, or to age and die quickly after a short period of beauty like your mother, you have to think carefully."
After he finished speaking, he gently twisted Ethan's head and made him look at his mother, who was so rotten that one eyeball was hanging out of the socket, and countless maggots were wriggling around her body.
The green eyes suddenly widened, and that was the deepest fear in his heart.
It dawned on Ethan that he was now entering his deepest nightmare—the "pupa" period his mother had said lasted about two weeks before adulthood.
He let out a beast-like wailing, and more black tentacles spewed out, and the sharp blades shot towards the prowling chaos in front of him. However, his tentacles passed through like a mass of mucus, and the tall monster didn't seem to react at all. The red tentacles rolled up and broke the tentacles.
Pain and Ethan roared in pain, he saw the red tentacle stretched out in front of him, and heard the voice of the prowling Chaos Nyarlathotep resounding in his mind, full of the purest evil, "The dancing Ian. Furen, it's also a gift I chose for you. Do you like it?"
"Shut up! Shut up!" In the face of the overwhelming threat, among the fear hormones uncontrollably secreted by his body, there was only one thought in his mind - escape. He wrapped his entire body layer by layer with his tentacles, as if he could isolate the chaotic world outside. It's an irresistible urge, an animal instinct that rules everything.
He needs to hide, hide deeply.