What does this all mean
He held his chin, completely immersed in dead silence and deep thoughts. Does the scene before us allude to the unknown past of the Holy Nun, or is this girl named Sasha the reincarnation of Ceresa? The back of the holy nun's hand is tattooed with a blood-red Ouroboros and a five-pointed star. Is this a reflection of her life - forever trapped in a miserable reincarnation with no way to escape
No, it's not too early to define.
Wen Zheliu said patiently: "Okay, let's continue."
The frozen time began to flow again. The girl no longer struggled or screamed. Her pale and delicate limbs were folded into twisted shapes. Her blond hair was covered with wet marks of mud and sweat and blood, and even her pupils were dilated. It was a blur, and I didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Wen Zheliu watched silently and said nothing.
But it seems things are not over yet.
The mountains are rolling in the distance, and the plains are vast nearby. The fire is burning brightly, and a long spiral formation like a snake is placed in the center, and it seems to have set up a stage. The bodies of goats whose blood had been drained were piled up in mountains, and the aura of unjust death was as black as ink, hovering heavily in the sky, plus the crazy and sickly happy Dawson standing at the top...
This situation cannot be fully described with just one sentence about cult activities.
At this time, Happy Dawson, who was presiding over the ceremony, raised his hands again, and the six evil spirits grabbed the girl again and randomly dressed her in a straight-sleeved and wide-open dress. Wen Zheliu frowned in surprise. It doesn't look like everyday clothing. The high-definition picture quality on the screen shows a gaudy muddy gold color. Looking at the wide belt and the typical linear long sleeves, it looks like a crude kimono.
The sudden sense of drama not only did not dilute the cruel and bloody aura of the cult ritual, but instead highlighted the very weird and absurd qualities.
… What on earth is this doing
I saw the two ghosts then lying down, their heads and tails swaying on the ground. In the middle stood a dead man with an expressionless face, holding a dying girl. Hundreds of ghosts around raised their pale and stiff arms, and began to sway in disorder, like a forest of flesh, like white waves, densely packed, and terrifying in appearance, making people's throats twitch just by looking at them.
Wen Zheliu extracted something different from this hellish scene.
"Two human figures are connected head to tail, forming a long and narrow oval..." He tried hard to distinguish, "There is one standing in the middle, holding up the girl, and next to these... boats?"
He suddenly realized: "Is this a performance? A scene of her riding a boat through the waves... or the ocean. What does the clothes they put on her mean? She went to Japan?"
The silent mime performed by the ghosts below continued. The girl's breath was weak and blood was pouring between her legs. However, she was forced to kneel on the hard ground. In front of her stood another woman with disheveled hair and purple and green corpse spots on her face. ghost. The next second, it stretched out its hand and opened its belly, and the rotten and moldy intestines suddenly sprayed all over the ground, splashing all over Sasha's face!
Wen Zheliu's facial muscles jumped violently as he watched it carve out the black heart from the pile of rotten meat and force it into the girl's mouth, forcing the piece of meat into her throat.
Wen Zheliu's spirit was so tortured that he could no longer identify the bizarre imagery here, but he still persisted in reading. Then, hundreds of ghosts began to engage in a beast-like fight in the burning wilderness, like a chaotic mess of flesh and blood, squirming crazily in front of his eyes. This should have been a very tense scene. However, as if they had been ordered to be confined by someone, they did not make any howling sounds. There were only the muffled sounds of tearing flesh and bones and breaking bones throughout the field. Like thick foam exploding in a viscous swamp, it leaves a greasy feeling on the tongue.
One party failed and the other won. The victorious party immediately stood next to the girl, tore off her simple kimono, and let her collapse on the ground like a naked lamb. Immediately afterwards, they struck fiercely and began to dig out the piece of flesh and blood that she had swallowed before. The force was so brutal and rough that it almost completely burst and tore the corner of the girl's mouth, causing her to cry out in pain even as she was dying.
"..." Wen Zheliu squeezed out a frustrated gasp from between his teeth. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to turn his head to one side and count the seconds silently in his heart.
When he counted to one hundred and thirty-nine seconds, the torture display below finally ended, and two more pale ghosts in human form ran out from the side and dressed Shasha in a nun's black and white uniform. A male ghost with a slightly neat shape and a not particularly hideous death appearance walked out from the side, hugging the bruised girl like a lover, intertwining their limbs with her as if no one else was there in the horrifying scene of blood and flesh on the ground, making love. All kinds of intimate and strange behaviors.
Wen Zheliu couldn't figure it out and was completely confused. At this time, several more fierce ghosts swarmed up and lifted the man up violently, just like five horses tearing a corpse apart. They tore him into bloody corpses several times, and then dipped them into pieces. His hands were full of blood, and six blood stains that looked like tear stains were smeared on the left and right sides of the girl's face.
- So far, this ugly, terrifying, weird and delirium ceremony has finally come to an end. Happy Dawson stepped down from the heights, his fat purple suit bulging ridiculously in the dancing firelight. He came to the limp Shasha, dug his pale and skinny fingers deeply into the girl's soft breasts, and issued a second elongated call: "Sacrifice to my lord!"
Wen Zheliu's tongue froze and she couldn't utter a single word at that moment. But at this critical moment, Shasha, who was already dying, suddenly raised her head. Her face was covered with red marks of blood and tears, and her blue eyes As bright as snow, as if separated by the barrier of time and space, Chaowen Zheliu screamed at the top of his lungs with a sharp voice that changed its tone: "Help me!!!"
—With a crisp and clear click, the tortured girl finally passed away, ushering in her own death and end.
Hearing Zheliu's whole body trembled, the sound was like a whip of thunder falling from the sky, which shocked his soul, and everything in front of his eyes was covered with white flowers. After a long time, he swallowed his dry and sore throat and said hoarsely: "... You can stop."
The light of the golden sand slightly illuminated his sweaty pale face. He inhaled deeply and exhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling, causing his back to press against the fabric behind him.
He felt gusts of cool wind blowing through the hem of his hospital gown and pricking his body. He was covered in sweat and exhausted physically and mentally from this long period of mental torture.
He slowly squatted down and said weakly: "If there is a better scenery, let me take a look."
The golden light flickered and flowed, and soon, a sparkling golden mirror spread out in front of his eyes, reflecting an endless blue sea. The sunlight is gentle, clustering around and brushing on the snow-white waves. It is so refreshing that it is like a shot in the arm, instantly diluting the sticky and weird visual torment just now.
He slowly and solemnly rubbed his sweaty hair, staring numbly at the floor with no cracks in it.
...No, she is not the reincarnation of Ceresa, and this festival has nothing to do with anyone. It is just an inhumane and cruel farce. Even if this is a virtual game plot, it is too over the top and too scary.
He waited blankly for the illusory sea in front of him, trying to figure out some clues from the chaotic performance just now.
Hearing Zheliu's lips twitching, he murmured subconsciously: "... Putting everything aside, first of all, who is this festival planned for? Who is the owner of Happy Dawson? Will it be the Holy Nun?"
A bold guess suddenly crossed his mind.
"If this scene is purely an interpretation of the life of the Holy Nun... If so, then some parts of it would make sense." Wen Zheliu lowered his eyes, his facial muscles tensing solemnly, "She suffered a severe injury when she was young. Violated, and then... traveled across the ocean to Japan? From England to Japan, in that era, was it possible?"
He frowned, and his fingers alternated in turns, flicking on the open ground like a storm: "Okay, let me put aside these things, and the melee that followed... What does the melee mean? War? During the war years, she was caught. Come on, someone dug her throat out... Want something in her belly? What is it, is she pregnant?"
Wen Zheliu immediately overruled himself: "No, according to the scene, the heart was something she ate after arriving in Japan... Someone wanted the heart she ate - or the object represented by the heart."
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He raised his head and cracked his stiff spine with a clear sound. The slight pain made his brain clear for a moment.
"According to the corresponding imagery, she should have been tortured... But then, she was taken to the monastery, where she met a man, a male lover, or a husband," he bit his lip and tried his best to remember. The male ghost made all kinds of exaggerated actions with the girl, "Then he died, and she...she cried?"
The blood-red tear stains smeared on Shasha's face by the evil spirits seemed to reappear before her eyes, with three drops on each side, varying in length.
"Margarine," he murmured, "that is the end of the weeping Virgin."
He stared at the waves of the sea, but his eyes passed through it and landed in a deeper place.
Wen Zheliu said softly: "My Lord is Saint Sister Ceresa. She is the same as Jenny, and she should be the same as Sasha. They are both blond and blue-eyed women. That's why Happy Dawson chose Sasha and used unreasonable rituals. Please her, make sacrifices to her.”
He was trapped in silence, without any joy in solving the puzzle.
Wen Zheliu thought of Shasha's scream before she died, of Happy Dawson who was also a little person tossing around for dreams and love, of Jenny, of her selfish and despicable sister Marianne...
"You deserve to die," he said softly, word for word. "You deserve to die."
At the same time, there was a knock on the door.
The golden sand in the house is like thousands of stray broken stars, passing away without wind in front of Wen Zheliu. The lights in the house slowly turn on, which is neither difficult to adapt to nor uncomfortable for the eyes.
Gradually, the whole room became as bright as day, and the transparency was adjusted to the normal value. Wen Zheliu's world suddenly became brighter, but he was still sitting alone on the ground, sitting in the middle of the empty room.
He Qin pushed the door open and couldn't help being slightly stunned when he saw him like this.
"Wen... Wen Zheliu?" For some reason, he felt very awkward when he called Wen Zheliu's full name, "What's wrong? The ground is cold, don't sit there."
Wen Zheliu tilted his head slightly, with a hint of paleness still on his face. He looked at He Qin and smiled: "I didn't expect that people from your company would bury Easter eggs in the plot to let NPCs interact with outsiders. "
"?" He Qin felt confused, "What kind of easter egg? The NPCs in the plot editor don't have interactive settings."
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