Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 72 Medusa

On Avril Lavigne's hand, the fine mist dissipated.

He Gangcai saw clearly through her transparent body that it was not any male genital organs twisted together at all, but a group of thick, soft, and short snakes.

They strangled each other densely.

Also biting the body of the companion beside him.

For a certain moment, the pupils of dozens of snakes all looked at He Gang.

The unexplained cold made him shiver.

Then, what seemed like a split second, everything was back to normal.

Avril Lavigne's hands became slender, white and beautiful.

She smiled sweetly, and flicked the bewildered Hancock's forehead very lightly.

"This stupid big guy is very interesting."

she says.

Then, he held He Gang's right hand:
"Let's go."

……

This is...Toronto.

Sunny Toronto.

They emerged on the shore of a lake in Ontario with a huge parking lot behind them.

The wide lake stretches as far as the eye can see, and it is integrated with the blue sky, and the colorful clouds inlaid in the middle are like a mirage.

Looking forward to the left, the Toronto TV Tower and surrounding high-rise buildings are still standing tall, just like the human civilization before this scene.

Huge waves hit the shore of the lake.

The masts of sailboats moored in the harbor are like birch forests growing out of the water.

"Back then, that was the way it was here."

Avril Lavigne's body is no longer so transparent.

She has short hair now, concise and beautiful. Under the sun, her skin is white and translucent.

Suddenly, many people came out of the illusion, they seemed to be there all the time, and they seemed to be completely unaware of the existence of He Gang and Avril Lavigne.

Just like that, he walked out of the silence and emptiness.

In just a moment, a bustling crowd appeared beside him.

They talked and laughed happily, and they passed each other.

If it weren't for these people not having a real entity, I'm afraid He Gang would think that he really returned to the era when Toronto was still sunny.

He reached out, just as a boy passed through his body.

"great."

He Gang said.

He saw the bright reflections of the red balloons floating in the ocean in the sparkling light on the surface of the lake under the spring-like sunshine.

"I often go back to this memory to see the short life I have experienced."

Avril bowed her head and touched the top of the boy who squatted on the ground crying because the balloon was dropped from his hand.

The boy seemed to notice something and looked up.

It turned out to be his mother calling from a distance.

Avril Lavigne leaned against the railing on the lakeside pedestrian street and leaned out her upper body, letting the wind blow her hair.

She said softly:

"I was born in the country. My grandmother said that before the snow melted, many city people would bring their dogs to ski."

At the end of the last century, there was a boom in raising dogs in Toronto.

"At that time, there were still many people in Toronto, and the five suburbs were included in the territory of Toronto, which became the largest city in Canada."

"In the beginning, there were many Asian faces, including Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Indian... We ushered in a wave of immigrants."

"It's not a bad thing..."

"In Toronto in 1997, it was still very muddy. Every morning, Chinese people along the street came out to sell their own vegetables. It was very cold here, and even the pumpkins were frosted."

At a corner station, Avril lavigne recalled the good things she had experienced, but with the emergence of these good memories, some traces of pollution appeared on her face, chest, shoulders and lower abdomen.

She might indeed be a filth already.

Just special.

As special as the Flesh Eater who awakened the consciousness of Pierre Omidyar.

After a while, Avril continued:

"Later, when I got older, I went to the city and started working in a nearby studio after finishing college. At that time, I met Pierre Omidyar."

They started walking aimlessly.

It's like really just wanting to go around.

A mansion area.

It is said that it is a residence, but it is actually more like a forest, with towering trees that are hundreds of years old, and mansions are hidden in the woods.

The garden of the mansion by the lake leads directly to the lake, and an old woman is carefully mowing the lawn with a lawn mower.

A Chinese-looking woman was strolling leisurely on the boulevard pushing a stroller, in which sat a normal, real child.

very nice.

Such a life.

"When I was still immersed in my dreams... I also thought about it. When I was old, I would rent a boat and swim in the lake every day and night, fishing, watching sailboats coming and going, and being surrounded by pedestrians on the pedestrian street. Travelers from all over the world call it another sight of Toronto."

Avril stopped.

Her thoughts fumbled for a moment, then returned.

She still didn't tell the other figure that had appeared in her dream.

He Gang didn't talk to him. He didn't know that the human name was Avril Bradley, but in fact it might be some kind of "filth", or something from "the old days", or maybe a "false god". what purpose.

I don't know if there is any malice towards him, or if there is some kind of trigger mechanism in this illusion.

In this case, the best self-preservation rule is to see less, do less, talk less and think less.

They are still going.

Go all the way to a small fishing platform.

"This is the old street. I used to like fishing here most, white sturgeon, perch..."

"It's a pity. The old street is probably full of those things. Even the white sturgeon and perch should eat human flesh and drink human blood. Pierre and I don't like such fish."

They stopped at last.

Then the scenery also cut off from the front.

Like... a cliff.

"From your point of view, I should be a dead person. I have no bones left, my soul is gone, and every drop of blood has been drunk."

She said, actually laughed.

She thought of the horror party that Pierre Omidyar had attended, which had been a carnival for them.

But before that, she woke up.

The human body is just a body.

"Remember what I said, I worked in a studio and was in the art industry."

"Ah."

"Because that's what I learned when I was in college, and I even held a joint art exhibition."

He Gang didn't know what this had to do with what she was going to say, but he still listened honestly.

Avril Lavigne seems to be non-existent to the system, nothingness, illusion, not even a panel.

Like that tainted Washington sculpture.

"Art, philosophy, all kinds of branches, extend in different directions, and have hardly caused any harm to human beings so far. Even science was once one of the branches of philosophy."

"But, one day, all the bits and pieces of knowledge will splice into a horrific vision of a whole truth, and we, driven mad by this hopeless revelation, or hide from the deadly light, hide in a new dark age. to the peace and security it provides."

“The closer you get to crazy people in art, the more you see these terrifying and despairing truths.”

"On that day, I finally knew that art is the raving of the evil god after all—we are pursuing the truth, but the final truth makes people despair. But this discipline will let you guess in the raving of the evil god whether the truth is What, before reaching the peak, people will fall into madness when they see the truth."

Avril Lavigne's eyes no longer had the brilliance and clarity just now.

All I saw was a dead black and white.

Now she really looks like a dead person.

She said that in the process of pursuing the ultimate philosophy, she also fell into the trap of art, and it was this trap that allowed the disordered dream of certain things to impact her will.

She said she wanted to tell the world the truth.

Spread the word that something of the ultimate evil is coming.

Of course no one believed her.

People just thought she was crazy.

"Until now, I didn't understand. When you see the truth of the hardships you will face in the future, you should only hope that the world will only see false truths."

"From the perspective of the earth, the universe, or even any latitude, we... are we not real crickets?"

As she spoke, the strange changes in her body became more and more intense, as if she could no longer suppress the terrifying pollution that soaked her entire body.

"You mean, in this world, those who are highly accomplished in art may resonate with the thoughts of some... evil gods, and may understand their disordered and crazy will, so as to know in advance the future that will descend with them ?”

He Gang finally spoke.

He seemed to understand.

Avril, like Pierre, was just trying to convey some truth to him under the influence of some strange psychology...

convey certain facts.

It's just possible that there is still one person to bear the price and consequences.

At this time, Avril Lavigne has become a strange image of half human and half snake.

Every strand of her hair turned into a struggling and twisted tiny poisonous snake, showing its sharp teeth towards He Gang, and densely packed scales reflecting the light of radioactive substances grew on her limbs.

Dozens of slender snake tails grew out from her hips, twisting and twisting each other into dirty and weird shapes.

"The human mind cannot touch that height, but only the human mind can touch those things."

"So, we were born in every corner of the world, borrowed the blood and flesh of those dead babies, and appeared in the human body in the form of monsters, trying to find a way to break the situation."

"pity……"

"We failed."

"What happened later...I don't know what happened later..."

"But since the disaster has come to the world, it probably... also failed."

Her body was gradually devoured by countless terrifying snakes that came out from under her skin.

Not an inch is spared.

Just like Pierre said at the beginning.

She tried to maintain human features on her face.

she……

Her state is very strange.

"Have you seen Lamia, she is the smartest among us, she should be alive now."

"I am Medusa..."

"You are the last of our world..."

"Last……"

"..."

The snakes finally devoured her completely.

The entire illusion space is also shattering.

Medusa...?

An "Old Day".

Avril's real identity is Medusa.

When everything around him began to crumble, it was difficult for He Gang to express any expression. He stretched out his hand to catch a dim, real, blood-stained scale.

On the scales, the crystal side reflected the figures of two people sitting on the ground facing each other.

One is Avril Lavigne.

The other is...a snake-haired woman with incredible beauty.

……

"what happened to you?"

Hancock shook Ho Gang.

"How long has it been?"

"How long has it been? We should go."

Hear what Hancock said.

He was dragged away to the north again.

He Gang looked back at the huge tombstone.

On the scorched and smashed wasteland, a huge square of [-] meters casts a shadow that extends far, far away.

The embers of the flesh-eaters are still rising.

(End of this chapter)