Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 155 Trap
"The further down you go, the more patterns of emblems represent the Church of Suffering."

He Gang stroked the dry patterns on the wall.

There is a thin layer of dust on it.

Each pattern is exactly the same, an abstract tree root formed by a group of snakes twisted together.

"When did this church appear?"

"What is its teaching?"

"Do believers know what they believe in?"

"What was the first missionary to know the mother of suffering?"

Dumbledore asked a lot of questions in one breath.

These questions are one mountain after another before peeling away the truth about the end of Flushing.

They finally reached the underground level of minus seven.

A red and yellow barricade stands randomly behind the door, the only bright color.

A few people looked around, it was a big, big underground space, but it was full of dirty clothes, leftover food, and other weird and weird utensils left over from some religious ceremonies.

Even though it was close to the toilet, there was a bucket full of excrement in the corner.

Pneumatic chambers on several walls hide many living supplies.

But there is no one here.

Only the bright green emergency light was blinking.

At this time, He Gang heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside the wall, each step became heavier and heavier, and the next step followed.

He and Dumbledore exchanged glances, apparently the latter had also heard the voice.

Quietly.

Because the sound insulation effect of the entire wall is very perfect, just like swarms of mice running through the wall.

On the not-so-smooth walls, there are door after door that were originally used to provide the bedrooms of the survivors here.

I don't know when, the black shadow quietly seeped in through the gap between the floor and the door, and it was clearly outlined by the light.

Only then did He Gang realize that there seemed to be light behind these doors...?
That light...

Very familiar.

Something flashed through his mind.

It was the scene when they fought in Flushing not long ago.

The mother of suffering turned into a huge woman's fleshy head, and endless human eyeballs grew all over her body. The light that radiated from those eyeballs seemed to be this light.

"This shelter is a bit weird."

He says,

"As soon as these two people came in, it seemed that they had been declared dead."

At this moment, Marion Slingenia found a video camera in a pile of trash.

She and her companions were completely unaware of the unparalleled light emitting from those cracks in the doors.

"There's hallucinogens in the air, and they actually see the lights, but certain neurological senses are blocked, and they take the lights for granted."

Dumbledore explained, but then he turned serious,
"But hallucinogens... Anyway, I don't think some flesh and blood without reasonable reason would have the wisdom to do this."

"You mean...someone planted hallucinogens here?"

He Gang watched a man and a woman enjoying their last moments as human beings,
"But, what purpose do they have...? Wait..."

He met Dumbledore's eyes suddenly.

So, is it possible that this whole sanctuary is a complete conspiracy?Including those manuals marked with safe bases, will they all be one bait after another?
He Gang suddenly shuddered.

He always thought that in this world, the only enemies of human beings should be filth and those evil things.

If the guess is correct, does it mean that the entire church has already devoted itself to the cause of infection at that time?

Or is this another despicable trick of some politicians?

They turned on that camera.

a woman.

She sat where Somarian Slingenia was now, looking pained, her eyes bloodshot, her chest smeared with a large, wet black red.

It was probably dried blood.

The time on the video shows March 28.

The woman trembled and took short breaths, her lips were bloodless, and she was squirming slightly, as if she was talking, but her voice was choked in her throat.

She hung her head and sobbed silently, and after a minute she managed to restrain herself.

She started to say something.

"Damn!"

Jason Barry cursed viciously.

The device is damaged and cannot record sound.

The woman in the image is howling in grief, loudly as if praying, and wailing meaninglessly.

She reached into her breast pocket and took out a photo that couldn't see the shape on it and a ring, and the dull luster of the Knot ring could be clearly seen.

She clutched them tightly in her palms, her thumbs groping for the gleaming metal.

She sat there for almost an eternity, murmuring apologies and begging for forgiveness, looking lost.

After a while, the woman raised her head and found that she was still recording, as if she had returned to reality.

She stuffed the two extraordinary objects back into her pockets, and leaned forward, as if to turn off the camera, but at this moment she seemed to have discovered something, with a frightened and flustered expression.

The camera suddenly played white noise for a few seconds, and then suddenly there was a voice that disturbed Jason Barry and Marion Slinger.

No, not this camera.

It's the sound of another device sitting in the trash.

Echoes in the dark.

At the same time, the camera's screen dimmed.

But the sound was still echoing, like bowel sounds.

Marion Slingenia opened her mouth in astonishment, and all the blood on her face was gone.

The sound-producing device is still playing.

Something had recorded the voice inside, and the inhuman voice was unappetizing.

"The hallucinogenic ingredient is almost gone."

said Dumbledore suddenly.

At the same time, Marianne Slingenia picked up a cigarette in her gun hand and struck a match.

She tried twice with trembling fingers to light the cigarette but failed.

It took the third time to succeed.

Obviously, when the hallucinogen ingredients disappeared from the air, both she and Jason Barry noticed the bright light and...clear-cut shadows behind those doors.

Something has been hiding here.

They are dead.

"We have been lied to by the Church."

Marion Slingina's voice suddenly became very calm, she said this to Jason Barry, then pulled the bolt of the gun, and was ready to trigger the bomb at any time.

Jason Barry spit out a smoke ring:
"I have known for a long time that the government should not trust them, and should directly wipe out Manhattan with nuclear bombs, instead of believing in the weird saying that suffering teaches the use of flesh and blood to restrain flesh and blood."

He jerked off his shirt.

There was a ring of grenades strapped to his body.

"I'm not going to be one of those things."

He said.

They all know what happens when they are dragged into the sun.

At that time, even death will be a relief.

One door after another was pushed open sadly.

In the blazing light, there are countless living flesh and blood struggling to maintain their original form, wriggling into the darkness.

He Gang tried his best to see what was in the fierce light.

Can only vaguely see countless eyeballs.

"Goodbye."

Marianne Slingenia said.

She pointed the gun at her temple.

Jason Barry stood up and said:

"Goodbye."

But then, a figure suddenly fell from the ventilation duct above his head!

His strength is so great among ordinary people, a knife in his hand actually made both of them incapacitated.

He severed their cervical vertebrae.

Marianne Slingana screamed in horror:
"It's you! It's you!"

He Gang also looked at the figure.

His face was expressionless, with drops of liquid flesh dripping from his body, but he was indeed still a human being.

It was Tom who was with these two just now!

(End of this chapter)