When An Wujiu said "I don't want to kill", there was a lazy sense of boredom in his tone.
The gun fell, but the black mist still lingered, and a disgusting smell of blood gradually rose in the air, rolling in the darkness. The smell probably came from this black mist that was constantly being "killed".
If you continue to fight, you will either be completely controlled, or you will lose your last strength.
But choosing not to kill this time means that the remaining people will continue to lose their will and be controlled by this cloud of black mist.
An Wujiu always thought that he needed to get rid of it to pass the level, but Josh's words made him have some guesses.
The howling outside the door and the neighing inside the door are languages of the same origin.
Maybe the rules of the game aren't like that.
Perhaps they were simply misled by the danger.
"Did you kill all those monsters outside?" An Wujiu faced the gate of heaven and didn't look at him.
"Almost," Shen Ti said briefly and calmly, as if killing was nothing more than a trivial matter to him, "In short, they don't have the ability to continue to split."
An Wujiu felt strange, but he didn't grasp this point to continue asking, but asked another question.
"Then where are they now? Disappeared?"
Shen Ti lowered his head, touched the hot muzzle of the gun, "It's just outside."
The black mist in front of him was still rushing and screaming in this closed bad territory, and the bloody smell in the air was getting heavier and heavier. Despite its elusive shape, its impact doesn't appear to be entirely haphazard. The black mist crazily hit almost every "beehive ready to give birth", like some kind of struggle.
After hearing this, An Wugui looked around the factory.
And what was in his heart was directly spoken by Shen Ti.
"Are you looking for a surrogate woman in a factory?"
Only then did An Wujiu turn to look at him. Black shadows would appear above their heads from time to time, covering a certain moment like a dark cloud, and the flickering light illuminated Shen Ting's face, and those eyes revealed an unnamed divinity.
Shen Ti moved his neck slowly, and said casually, "When I came in, I found that this factory does not have the so-called 'product source', it is empty here, maybe it is really like the information I got in the room where the order was made. Yes, there is not enough supply here."
"You guessed wrong, there were before the power outage."
An Wujiu saw it, even though his eyes were focused on Zhong Yirou at the time.
Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "So you mean that they disappeared collectively the moment the power was cut off."
An Wujiu raised his head and looked at the black mist that hadn't stopped for a moment, it roared tirelessly and bumped around tirelessly.
Then from time to time, it penetrates the bodies of An Wujiu and Shen Ti. Because they are the last two people not to be confused by it, and the final target.
His sight gradually moved down, and fell on the factory gate that he entered from the outside but never observed from the inside. At this time, An Wujiu discovered that the inside of this door was actually painted with patterns.
It's a golden birdcage.
The cloud of fog was bumping around in the house, but it couldn't touch the door.
The lingering mist receded, Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu's face, and saw a subtle smile gradually emerged from the corner of his mouth.
"Can that door still be opened?" His chin nodded slightly in the direction Shen Ti came from just now.
"It's completely locked." Shen Ti replied, "I checked after it was closed."
An Wujiu seemed unconvinced, picked up the gun on the ground, aimed at the gate and fired several times.
There was no movement, not even a trace left.
He opened the panel and put away the gun. Behind him was the gate of heaven exuding divine brilliance, but he walked towards the closed factory gate alone.
After a few steps, he turned around and fell backwards. His abyss-like eyes looked at the black mist in the corner of the ceiling at this moment, and he smiled and opened his arms to it.
"Come on, don't you want us all to look at you?"
An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "You want revenge, don't you?"
"Then hurry up." With an expression of waiting to die, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, repeating those words, as if constantly exerting pressure and hints on the fog, "Come on, come and control me."
In the next second, the black mist gathered in the air actually swooped towards him as he wished.
Just before hitting the target, An Wujiu dodged.
Then he tilted his head and showed a provocative smile at the black mist.
"Sorry, missed."
An Wujiu rolled up his sleeves and rolled them up, revealing his pale forearms. He clapped his hands at the black mist like a coach encouraging his players, "Come on, can't you control people? Control me."
The original circular hunting has become a one-on-one bullfight.
Shen Ti stared at An Wujiu's eyes, even though he was still provoking, there would be swirling light spots in those eyes from time to time, just like them who had their minds controlled just now.
But in An Wujiu's pupils, that spot of light kept appearing and was suppressed again and again.
He's wrestling with the forces that control him, so he's becoming more and more insane and uncontrollable.
And the black mist also intensified due to An Wujiu's verbal attacks, nourishing and spreading little by little.
"Don't you want to take revenge?" An Wujiu dodged all the attacks of the black mist, but because of looking directly at him for a long time, a burst of extreme anger and sadness submerged him like sea water, trying to subvert all his rationality. The fog screamed and wailed horribly together.
His speaking speed became faster and faster, and the light swirl in his pupils did not dissipate.
"Trying to control me... because you've been trapped by people your whole life, right?"
"Is it because of poverty? The materialization that has been taken for granted for a long time? Or commodity fetishism."
The darkness made it difficult for An Wujiu to distinguish, and the extremely angry black mist hit him, and he had no time to dodge completely, and was hit in one arm.
He couldn't move his arm at all, but he was still laughing, and the naked pain almost split his body apart. At a certain moment, some perspectives that didn't belong to him flashed before his eyes.
His vision seemed to be blurred by tears, but it wasn't his tears. All he could see was a transparent cabin roof and many mechanical arms. A sharp knife cut open the body and took out the most valuable things.
Hollowed out, completely hollowed out.
Stitch by stitch, whitewashing the truth of commercialization.
"Many of you, have even paid for it with your life, dying on the operating table. Your whole living life is simply seen as a commodity to be sold, lived like livestock, time and time again Give birth once and create value, but the children you conceive in October may not necessarily have a better future."
"They're goods that can be picked at will."
While speaking, An Wujiu backed up until his back touched the factory gate.
An Wujiu raised his head and glanced back, then hammered the door hard with his hand, it was really solid.
Not many opportunities.
"Come here, bump into me." He looked straight at the black mist that was attacking him.
"The abandoned ones are right outside the door."
He moved his body away at the last second.
The giant neighing black mist surged in, and with the deepest hatred, the greatest helplessness, and the most powerful motherhood, it slammed heavily on the door that imprisoned them.
Violently, shattered.
An Wujiu turned his face sideways, looking at the departing black mist.
His voice was very soft, like the drifting fog, fading away from extremes and madness, and finally said to them.
"Fly freely."
During this process, Shen Ti always holds the gun in his hand, trying to protect An Wugui who is desperate to take risks. But in the end the gun didn't work either. He put it in the panel, walked through the darkness to An Wujiu's side.
The shattering of the factory gate was like their rebellious souls tore a hole in the darkness, and An Wujiu stood at the junction of light and darkness, looking extraordinarily lonely.
Shen Ti walked to the side by side and heard the cry of the baby.
At the other end of the bright corridor, the young women running forward seemed to sense something, turned their heads, and smiled at An Wujiu.
In an instant, it disappeared again. The screams on the entire floor also completely dissipated, and everything returned to calm.
"When you think about the disappearance of these women trapped here, and the black mist struggling in the factory again, you guess that this is their soul."
"So you provoked them deliberately, led the black mist here, and then let them go."
Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu, and found that his eyelashes trembled slightly, like a pair of butterflies about to fly away.
But the other party turned his face, and turned into a world-weary and irrelevant look again, turned around with a sneer, "Do I look like such a noble person?"
Five fragments shining with golden light appeared in the void.
[innocent]
[children]
[truly]
[destroyed]
[revenge]
Innocence; children; sincerity; destruction; vengeance.
Or some seemingly related words.
An Wujiu grabbed the debris floating in the air without hesitation and held it in his hands. It's like asking for your own commission.
He continued his last sentence, "Just trying to find a way to finish the game."
Just as he accepted the fragment reward, the gate of heaven slowly opened, and the spiral staircase inside the gate led to the fourth floor of the containment center.
Wu You was the first person to wake up. His leg was pinned down by Nanshan, and he felt a little numb. He managed to sit up, followed by Yang Erci. The bleeding from her wound finally stopped. They helped the unconscious Nanshan and Zhong Yirou up respectively. The last one to wake up was Josh. His eyes opened suddenly, and he was still muttering, "No blame, their language is the same..."
Josh sat up abruptly, "No blame! That black one is the monster kid outside!"
After shouting out, he was a bit sober, originally looking for An Wujiu, but saw Shen Ti laughing out loud, laughing harder and harder.
"I..." Josh scratched his fluffy hair, "Am I wrong?"
"It's really smart." An Wujiu smiled, "You guessed it all, it's a pity you were controlled, otherwise you might be able to get rid of them with your own hands."
The words of compliment came as soon as he opened his mouth, and An Wujiu walked towards the gate of heaven with a nonchalant attitude.
"Then, that's been resolved now?" Josh got up from the ground, his body was a little weak, and he felt like his chest was leaking, and he couldn't breathe.
An Wujiu shrugged, pointed his thumb at Shen Ti behind him lazily, and said briskly to Josh in an encouraging tone, "Go and thank him."
Shen Ti's smile subsided, and he stretched his hands upwards.
"Some people really hate being a hero."
The two pushed and pulled riddles back and forth, which made Josh in the middle confused.
"Who killed that black shadow..."
Yang Erci did not question An Wujiu about the key fragment this time, because she actually did not expect An Wujiu to come.
Perhaps part of the motive was to find the gate of heaven on this floor, but he came too timely and too fast, not entirely for profit.
She looked at An Wujiu, and An Wujiu also glanced at her.
"What? Can't move it? Don't you like holding her very much?"
After he finished speaking, Yang Erci's face, who had always been calm and calm, changed, which greatly benefited An Wujiu.
But what Yang Erci said was beyond his expectation.
"Thanks."
An Wujiu turned his face, looked towards the front of the stairs, but did not respond.
Nan Shan gradually woke up from the coma, but still had no strength to move on, he said to Wu You who was supporting him, "Just put me on this floor."
Wu You was quiet for a few seconds, and said in a very disgusted tone, "I finally dragged you here, and you said you won't go up?"
"Let me do it, the brat won't grow taller if he presses down." Seeing this, Shen Ti stepped forward and put Nan Shan's arm on his body. He has never done such a thing, thinking that he doesn't quite understand what motivates the behavior of helping each other in the individual competition at the altar.
He can see human nature clearly, but it is difficult for him to understand the complex emotions between people.
"By the way, go back with your mahogany sword." Shen Ti carried Nanshan up, step by step.
"Well... it's in my sleeve." Thinking of the sword being used by Shen Ti, Nan Shan's doubts surged again. He turned his face weakly and stared at Shen Ti, "Are you..."
He paused for a long time, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask.
"Do you want to ask me if I have learned Taoism? Or what is my background?" Shen Ti asked himself, and then answered, "No, I haven't learned it, just a common background."
Nan Shan laughed, and accidentally coughed a few times.
"Dude, this face of yours is not something you can get from an ordinary background, are you Chinese?"
Shen Ti smiled, and said "thank you" to Nanshan in Russian on a whim, this is a language that popped up randomly in his mind, and it has nothing to do with him. Hearing the compliment on appearance, Shen Ti's first subconscious look was An Wujiu who was looking forward.
The snow-white pattern on the side of his neck is particularly distinct, and the hem of his shirt is lifted by the wind, revealing the light, and the line of his waist can be vaguely seen.
Shen Ti didn't know which country he belonged to, with Caucasian or yellow blood flowing through his body, what his ancestors should look like.
He even felt that he had no ancestors, no fetters.
The door of the fourth floor was opened, and this floor didn't have a very strange view. It was restored to the previous circular structure, which was very similar to the first floor, clean, tidy, and bright.
Nanshan's spell is still effective, and his sealed physical strength has recovered a little, so he said to Shen Ti, "It's enough to be supported by one person." But he found that he was standing where he was, and did not leave.
Much like waiting for him.
This simply made Shen Ti feel a little more happy.
An Wujiu turned his face and faced Shen Ti. Seeing him approaching her, she leaned towards his ear.
"The life experience you told me last time was false."
Shen Ti thought for a while before he remembered what was the last time and what he made up.
"You said my dad was drinking?" He admitted frankly, "Yes, I said it last time, I lied to you."
An Wujiu lazily raised his eyes, there was no anger in his eyes, only scanning and sizing up carefully, as if he wanted to see through himself in front of him.
He also had this mentality before, after meeting An Wujiu.
They are indeed of the same kind.
An Wujiu didn't speak, doubts abounded in his heart, the person in front of him could manipulate a mahogany sword, he was fighting monsters outside alone, but his body wasn't even stained with mucus, and he could even stop the fission of monsters with a single sword.
He was not under the slightest control of the black mist, even if he looked directly at it, his willpower did not waver for a moment.
"Are you curious about me?" Shen Ti smiled, his jewel-like eyes shining brightly.
An Wujiu hates things he doesn't understand the most, he only needs the chaos he creates.
"Yeah, I'm super curious." An Wujiu smiled.
"But it doesn't matter, one day I will skin and tear you apart and eat you wholeheartedly."