Fear Collection

Teng Mingcheng said anxiously: "If we want to stop him, we must and must stop him. This is why I came to you."

Zhuang Zheng frowned after hearing this, and said in a deep voice, "Then find him first and then tell me which interrogation room he is in."

"They said that he was in Class A No. [-] interrogation room before, but he just escaped and caused a series of incidents. Maybe he has been transferred underground now." Teng Mingcheng replied.

"Then let's check the Grade A interrogation room on this floor first. If we can't find it, we can 'communicate' with the person in charge here." Zhuang Zheng glanced at the bones on the ground and said, "The situation has changed..."

Zhuang Zheng's thinking has always been decent, and he wants to solve this matter through cooperation.But let alone what happened to Feng Sinian, with Teng Mingcheng's way of killing a few people casually, he can probably imagine what these missionaries did outside.

Once someone on the site dies, the cooperation falls apart completely.

Zhuang Zheng and Teng Mingcheng left here and went straight to Grade A No. [-] interrogation room, but there was no sign of Feng Sinian except for some staff members.

Teng Mingcheng used the swarm of insects to ask for information in the same way. Fortunately, one of the staff members was of a higher rank. He said that Hei Qigu had arrested Feng Sinian on the second basement floor and transferred him to the torture room on the third basement floor. .

Zhuang Zheng and Teng Mingcheng went back to interrogation rooms A[-], A[-] and A[-], but there were no figures of Guan Tong, Ye Nai and Xie Jinxi except the staff.

Zhuang Zheng and Teng Mingcheng discussed it, and finally decided to go underground to find Feng Sinian before looking for other people.

……

The third basement floor, the torture room.

Although this is a torture room, it is completely different from the layout of the Class A interrogation room, which is strictly guarded against death.

Feng Sinian was sitting on a swivel chair covered with soft cushions, looking across a conference table at a full-length mirror standing opposite.

Feng Sinian leaned back on the chair with a smile, put his right leg across his left leg, and said, "Hey, this is a bit funny, at least a real person is sitting across from him holding a mirror, and it's really cool to put a full-length mirror directly. It's kind of funny."

Feng Sinian was sitting opposite the full-length mirror, but his appearance was not reflected in the seemingly ordinary full-length mirror.

The mirror only reflected the furnishings in this room, without reflecting any figures.

"Feng Sinian, hello." A voice suddenly came from the mirror, "Before we start talking, I would like to introduce myself. I am..."

"Death is the public." Feng Sinian took his words.

The voice in the mirror paused and said, "It looks like you know more than I thought."

Feng Sinian replied with the same tone: "In fact, I know almost everything."

"Okay." The person in the mirror said, "Then our conversation can omit a lot of unnecessary communication, so let's start this conversation."

【Interview record】

Interviewee: Feng Sinian

Interviewer: Death is public

Location: Mirror Image-U3 Torture Chamber

<begin recording>

Death is the Lord: You know that U2 stores the 'Trinity Chairs', you know how to use them, and you attack the mirror gallery again, smashing the first mirror with precision.And you still know me, so you must know me, so where did you get this information from?

Feng Sinian: It's nothing, I just know it, I just can hear it.There is always a certain aspect of this world that suddenly makes you realize that it is full of absurdity when you think it is normal, doesn't it?Your secrecy measures are very good, but I can only know, see, this is absurd.

Death is Gong: Alright, let's not get entangled in this, then...

Feng Sinian: What do you think of this world?What do you think is abnormal?What is normality?

[Several seconds of silence]

Death is public: We are not obsessed with how to define normality and abnormality. What we do is to maintain the continuity of civilization, maintain the dominance of reason, and maintain the daily life of most people.If we get caught up in this kind of questioning, we will lose our faith and we will no longer be able to guard reality.

Feng Sinian: Actually, you know that this world is just a fragment of the mirror.

Death is the public: you...

Feng Sinian: [interrupting the other party] I said that I know almost everything, don't hide it.

[silence]

Feng Sinian: Look, there is no normality in this world. It is you who define what is abnormal and what is normal.You think we have stepped out of ignorance and ushered in enlightenment and rationality. Our world is modern and full of modernity.But look again, what does the so-called normality you maintain look like?

Feng Sinian: Enlightenment pursues the clarity of results, rationality is equated with mathematics and logic, there is no ambiguity, no ambiguity, no confusion and room.Cognition is limited to repetition, and thought is only synonymous.The more thought is confined to what exists, the more blindly it reproduces what exists.

Feng Sinian: Repression, distortion, synonym, repetition, alienation, even worship.We stop thinking about meaning, we start to recognize meaning, and even define meaning.

Feng Sinian: Then what are we?We are cogs, we are cogs in a gigantic machine called 'Normal'.This is what modernity, the new world brings us.The old world was abandoned by us and shattered by us, but the fragments flying in the void still reflect the shadow of the old world. You are that shadow, you know it clearly, but you still don’t want to admit it, and you are futilely maintaining the so-called normality.

Death is Public: It's not in vain, at least we did a good job before you came.

Feng Sinian: Are you good?So what is that factory?You are our mirror, and that factory is your mirror.You look at the reflection called the factory, look at the fat, the flesh, the bones, the monsters that appear.Do you still think everything is fine?

Death is the Lord: Then do you think our world will be better if the mirror image is destroyed and those abnormalities return to the world?We have walked for 300 years, out of war, out of plague, out of ignorance, to determine the normality of today. Do you want us to return to the barbarism and chaos?

Feng Sinian: The distortion and depression of the new world are unavoidable, and the pain of the new world is real. I am not a spokesperson for barbarism or chaos, but we cannot continue on this road.

Feng Sinian: When I heard the voice of the world, when I understood His existence, I understood all of this.

Death is the public: Him?what is he

Feng Sinian: Too many people have asked me this question, but very few people understand it.

[Pause, speaking faster]

Feng Sinian: I said that when modernity was established and people cheered the arrival of the new world, reality was divided into two parts.The old world was forgotten, abandoned, and shattered, floating above reality and buried below reality, and He was born among these countless fragments.

Feng Sinian: He was not born before modernity, but at the moment when the world was broken.That new world, full of order, rationality, and repetition, full of alienated monsters, was unbearable.He is a god, a demon, a ghost, a phantom, and a phantom. He is everything in the old world that hates everything in the new world.

Feng Sinian: He exists because of the negation of the old world by the new world, and because of the distortions and contradictions of the new world. The new world has shaped him and defined him, and he will eventually return and come to the new world with great dreams. Horror, smashing the huge machine, causing the gears to fall into a pool of blood and make red ripples.And we, we will howl, weep, rage, hate, pain, and fear.

Feng Sinian: The destruction of the mirror image is just the beginning. He wants to disturb the reflection in this fragmented world, and try to see how many people can understand all of this.

Death is public: But I will not allow it, we will never allow this to happen.

Feng Sinian: I can't help you.

<End Log>

The full-length mirror opposite Feng Sinian suddenly reflected his appearance, the next moment Feng Sinian's figure disappeared on the chair, and the reflection of Feng Sinian in the full-length mirror moved instead.

Feng Sinian, who was in the mirror, stood up from his chair, walked to the mirror, and tapped on the mirror.

"Death is public, this is your means to block the anomaly? Pull the anomaly into the space inside the mirror and take it away from the real world."

"But that's what I want."

"Are the spaces behind different mirrors connected?"

Feng Sinian slowly, slowly showed a terrifying smile, then suddenly bent down and gave a gentleman's salute, then got up and stretched his arms upwards, saying: "Ladies and gentlemen, super-dimensional spectators, contradictory It's been laid, the clues have been gathered, and now..."

"The fun begins!"

The next moment, Feng Sinian's figure disappeared in the mirror.

At the same time, the door of the torture room slammed open, and Guan Tong walked in with his bare upper body and the head on his chest. The room was empty, and there was no sign of Feng Sinian.

"He escaped again?" Guan Tong muttered to himself.

Not long after, Zhuang Zheng and Teng Mingcheng rushed over, only to see Guan Tong standing at the door with his head bowed and his fists clenched.

"Where's the person?" Teng Mingcheng looked into the room with his head, but didn't see Feng Sinian, "Fuck, he escaped again?"

Guan Tong in front of Teng Mingcheng clenched his fists so hard that his arms were shaking.

Teng Mingcheng glanced at him inexplicably, and suddenly felt danger.

The next moment Guan Tong turned around, and the fingers of one hand inserted into his eyes with lightning speed, at the same time the human head on his chest opened its eyes.

Teng Mingcheng's body trembled as if struck by lightning, dense bulges swelled up on that thin layer of skin, the next moment the skin was cut, and restless swarms of insects tore through the fragile skin and poured out.

Zhuang Zheng stepped back two steps away from Teng Mingcheng. He looked at Teng Mingcheng, but he didn't try to save him.

Guan Tong forcibly dug out a myriad that looked like a gnat from Teng Mingcheng's eye socket, which was the main worm that Teng Mingcheng's consciousness resided in, and then threw it into his mouth and swallowed it without blinking.

Zhuang Zheng watched the head on Guan Tong's chest close his eyes again, and faintly, he heard a very light, very light sigh.

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When Zhong Wen escaped from the "yellow den", he swore that even if he dug three feet into the ground, he would find out a certain friend who sold him into the "yellow den" and castrate him!

The ambition is there, but the pockets are empty.Zhong Wen looked at the black and hollow "work clothes" on his body and worried all day, can't he dress like this to find a temporary worker?

When frustrated, Zhong Wen received a scam call.A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and the deer kicked wildly in his heart.

I'll just cheat this time, and pay it back when I have money, isn't it morally corrupt?

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Chi Huai bit his earlobe: "I paid."

The mobile phone broadcast: "Alipay arrives, 50 yuan."

Hold? !I'm here to scam money, not to sell! !

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[Note] Also from Horkheimer, Adorno: "Dialectics of Enlightenment", p. 23.