deformed bone

He turned his head to look at Han, and he found that Han was just like him, with an ugly face.

Obviously, the strong sense of discomfort that Joyce felt also appeared on Han.

Those words that Isaac said... those... ravings...

Make them feel creepy at the same time.

And Ai Zac's whispers continued, the man's face was bloodless, his cheeks were wet with thin sweat, making his skin look like rubber, with a strange texture.

Isaac looked like he was wearing some kind of mask, and something else was hiding behind that mask, staring at Joyce and Han eeriely, and then said that strange thing that made people feel chills all over. Weird words.

"...you're dead. You locked me out and blew up the damn machine room...I passed out, but when I woke up, all I saw was the machine room filled with sea water , that door has been deformed...but the cruise ship still hasn't sunk...I saw your face, pressed tightly against the porthole...white, swollen...you are still looking at it even after you die look at me..."

"Stop it, Isaac, no one wants to hear—"

"... Calvin died too. He strapped the dynamite to himself. You and Han are dead, the auto detonator is broken, no one can fix this. So Calvin said to me, 'Hey, Dude, it's up to you'...and I just looked at him and I went up and hugged the monster and I just hit the button like that."

Isaac let out a painful sob.

When he talked about those things in his dream, he didn't look like he was dreaming at all, but really experienced it all.

"I blew up Calvin with my own hands. I killed my brother with my own hands, do you know? But that monster..."

The room seemed to be covered with an invisible layer of black mist, and everything darkened unconsciously.

Han grabbed Joyce tightly. He was sure that he might have scratched him, but his friend seemed to have lost his sense of pain.

In fact he is too.

Han wanted to yell, or directly use force to silence Isaac and stop talking.

But in that weird, low voice, he and Joyce got into weird situations.

They were sweating coldly, their hearts seemed to be clenched tightly by a ghost's hand, and it became icy and cold, pressing on their abdominal cavity.

The two of them couldn't move at all, they could only stand there listening to Isaac's narration and sobbing.

"...he didn't die. He wasn't human anymore. I saw his wings, and God, after Calvin died, he was right in front of me...he put... Calvin...he put Calvin... ate..."

Isaac burst into tears.

He looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Then, the monster came towards me, with Calvin's blood on his body, and he had wings growing from his back, and the wings were red... He laughed like crazy at me, and he said he wanted to thank me , and now he is finally integrated with his beloved brother."

Isaac's crazy words sound like the plot of a B-grade movie, but his fear is so contagious. Along with his narration, Joyce and Han seem to have passed some blood red eyes. fragments.

They also seem to have seen the bloody Joshua, the terrifying monster created by the Adventist faction-eating his brother alive, and then rejoicing, growing the wings of the other party.

Joyce was cold and very nauseous.

How should I put it, his rationality is telling him not to be fooled by Aizhak's words, but another small part of his soul has an intuition that cannot be explained by science or language——Aiza K may be right.

But Joyce still stubbornly resisted his own thoughts.

"Calm down, Isaac, you are losing your mind... Even if what you said is right, maybe those things you saw in your nightmare are really our future, but that doesn't mean it's impossible to change. Maybe it's something, maybe it's God, maybe it's the devil... In short, they just let you see the future clearly in order to let us change this tragedy, right?"

Han weakly persuaded Aizhak.

"No... oh... no... You have no way of knowing what a horrible sight it is... There are no gods or devils in this world... There is only that monster in this world." Isaac yelled uncontrollably Said, "He left me, he kept me alive. I begged him countless times to let me die, but he wouldn't allow it. He wanted me to see those things, because he wanted to see my pain. Even The devil is not as terrible as that guy, the monster who created the whole hell by himself... my poor Calvin... he devoured my poor Calvin..."

Finally, Isaac's voice lowered.

Isaac's gaze blankly moved away from Joyce and Han's faces, and then fell out of the dark window.

"Yes, it is impossible for you to understand the things I experienced. The world is destroyed. The end of the world is not a big fireball from outer space directly hitting the earth. The end of the world is not riding a horse in the sky. Bird-feathered angels blowing horns. The end of the world is...the end of the world. Country after country, continent after continent. Everyone went mad, and those who didn't..."

It seems to recall some extremely terrifying picture.Isaac was so trembling that he could barely speak.

For a moment, there were only three people in the safe room breathing abnormally heavily.

Joyce suddenly pinched his palm hard, and his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, bringing up a smear of warm blood.The pain helped pull him out of that dazed, terrified mood, and he did.

What Isaac said was by no means illogical nonsense.

But Joyce doesn't want to be as terrified as he is... Of course, he doesn't want to be destined to end up being a twisted corpse in the porthole of some hellish mechanical room under the pressure of sea water .

Joyce looked back and gave Han a look.

Han seemed to be still immersed in what Isaac said, Joyce squeezed his hand vigorously, and after getting his attention, he gave him a wink.

【He needs something calm. 】

Joyce said to Han silently with his mouth.

It took Han a while to react, he staggered to the corner, and then he dug out the tranquilizer from the emergency kit.During this time, he slipped the pill bottles and dropped them on the floor, but the sound of the bottles hitting the ground didn't even attract Isaac's attention.

The process of giving Isaac a sedative was quite embarrassing, and Isaac rejected the kindness from his friend so decisively that the process of taking the medicine looked more like some type of struggle.

"No...let me finish...please believe me, I do see the future."

Isaac showed a desperate and crazy smile.

"This world is completely finished. That monster is the apocalypse, the end of everything. Hehe, the priests are lying. The gods in this world have never thought of preparing any heavenly residence for his servants. Leave it to Humans have only hell, only abyss..."

"No, there is no God. No... no redemption, no future, we screwed up. My friend, we totally screwed up."

Finally, the sedatives that entered Isaac's body began to take effect slowly.

Isaac fell silent, his eyelids drooping limply over his eyeballs, hiding his terrifying gaze.

Joyce and Han carried Isaac back to the dirty broken bed. During this period, Isaac kept repeating those disturbing words like a repeater.

When the room fell into silence again, Joyce could only stand blankly in the center of the room, staring at Han in a daze, his face as pale as a ghost constantly wandering in a cemetery.

It took a while before Joyce managed to hold himself up, walked like a sleepwalker to the corner, and pulled out a dusty wine bottle from behind a piece of loose wall decoration.

Han frowned when he unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down the liquid that had been stored for an unknown amount of time. The latter didn't seem to want Joyce to do so, but he didn't say anything in the end.

After pausing for a few seconds, Han stepped forward and took the bottle from Joyce's hand, and he gave himself a few sips.

Well, the hot and cold liquid can really relieve the overly tense nerves of human beings.

After a few sips of wine, Han finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"What do you think...the reason for this incident?"

Han asked.

Joyce shrugged.

He felt tired and terrified.

"I don't know, oh man, I'm not interested in blowing up a cruise liner right now."

Joyce muttered in frustration, trying to lighten the mood, but his naughty remark was not helping.

"Oh, I don't think it's a good idea now either, considering I was ripped apart on the pier."

The two of them looked at each other the same way, and then let out unusually bitter laughter at the same time.

And at this moment, a voice calmly inserted into the conversation between the two.

"It seems that at this stage we should give up our plan to sink that cruise ship."

"Ahhhh-"

Han let out a scream, and he almost fell straight to the ground.

As for Joyce, it took a lot of effort for him not to draw out his gun and shoot randomly at the dark corner of the wall.

When it was clear that the speaker was none other than Calvin who had gone and returned, even a person as calm as Joyce couldn't help but swear a series of swear words.

"...Damn it, Mr. Calvin, are you trying to turn your head into a honeycomb?! I almost shot it!"

he growled in a low voice.

Joyce and Han are certainly not the kind of people who are easily frightened, but this time the situation is somewhat different.

They were literally horrified by what Isaac was showing.