Haunted Places Live

Lynch's eyes looked at the empty sky, they were so wide open, but his vision was completely distracted.

Chu Yang knelt in front of Lynch, gently holding Lynch's cheek with his own hands, but couldn't see his own reflection in those eyes.He turned to grab Lynch's shoulder with his hands, shaking it slightly at first, and gradually getting bigger and bigger. "Lynch! Lynch! Come back!" He kept calling, with fear like cold, gloomy fingers strangling his throat.

He shouldn't show it to Lynch, as long as he has seen it, it is impossible to look back.

The vine protruding from the chest is still attached to Lynch's temple, and pulling it away forcibly at this time will only completely disturb Lynch's sanity.Chu Yang didn't dare to move. He could feel Lin Qi's chaotic and contradictory emotions, his sanity on the verge of collapse, and fragmented memories conveyed through the vines.Endless confusion and panic caused by this confusion, and Chu Yang's breathing became more and more rapid and out of control.

Can't go on like this, or the two of them will perish just like that, before the Prophet can be stopped.

But after thinking about it, I felt that there seemed to be no reason to fight.

If you just let go and let yourself be swallowed by madness, it seems that you don't have to be so tired and suffer so much.

Chu Yang gradually began to retreat into the depths of his memory, reassembling those fragments that shone with different brilliance, whether it was good or bad, depressed or nostalgic.He scattered all the pieces in front of him, like thousands of puzzle pieces, waiting to be returned to their original positions.

He saw his messy birth, with the blood of his parents, his grandpa stealing him, the nightmarish grey-clothed man's twisted smile.He saw himself losing control in the church, saw his grandfather seal his power with tears in his eyes, and saw Lin Qiao and his grandfather's final farewell.He also saw his four family-like friends playing the cello in a lively bar, immersed in simple and ordinary days, running around for food and clothing for three meals a day.He also saw the eyes peeping at him in the dark, the package that appeared at the door of his house, and himself who composed the song of death in a strange way.

He saw countless blood-stained news headlines, heard Internet abuse that seemed to be turned into sound, the door was filled with paper money sent by people who hated and hated him, and the walls were covered with filthy excrement and cursed graffiti.He saw Song Liangshu lying on the ground, his lips were bright red, but his eyes were still wide open, full of remorse and resentment towards himself and him.He also saw himself laying in the bathtub and stupidly scratched the skin on his wrist, he saw himself struggling to get out of the bathtub like a dehydrated fish to call for help, and he saw blood dragging long traces on the ground.He also saw his grandfather who was lying on the hospital bed relying on countless machines to maintain his last life, saw the infinitely melancholy look that his grandfather gave him at the end, and the unspeakable farewell that stayed on his lips.

Then, in the numbed, walking-dead hell of sin, he saw Lynch.

A spoiled young man from a rich family, an Internet celebrity who knows nothing about the heights of the sky and the earth is going to die everywhere, and his life is turned upside down as soon as he appears.Obviously at first he didn't have a good impression of him, but after the hound incident, he couldn't help but rely on him.It seems that no matter how unreasonable things happen, no matter how desperate they are, Lynch always has a way to find a way out for them.So much so that every morning when Lynch came out of the room rubbing his eyes and smiling handsomely at him like a handsome guy, he had a feeling, very similar to the tranquil and peaceful feeling when he was immersed in the sun. Feel hopeful.It seemed that being alive was no longer such a strenuous task, and he could finally open his eyes again and take a look at the world he lived in.

He once thought that feeling like that would never be possible again.

In the 8 goods store, the first time he tasted the pain of low sanity, he only wanted to believe in Lynch. It was probably at that time that he felt that he was actually emotional.He couldn't believe it, with a kind of panic that lacked self-confidence.When he got to know Lynch, learned more about his personality hidden under different masks, and his possible past, when he saw how patiently and seriously Lynch took care of himself who was mentally abnormal, he would He felt more and more that he was not good enough for Lynch.After all, I have nothing, only a cello and a whole body of sins.He wasn't even sure if the kiss Lynch had given him in the shelter was meant to comfort him, or if it really meant something else.

While he hoped for other meanings, he was also afraid of disappointment, afraid that his extravagant demands would ruin the warm and hopeful way of getting along.But he finally got brave enough to ask that question with a sense of inferiority and shame at his vacation home in Yosemite.He didn't expect Lynch's response to be completely beyond his expectations...

Up to now, even though they have experienced the same indescribable horror in Yosemite, every time he thinks of the pine forest and snow field, and recalls the small light in front of the wooden house in that silent night, he still feels pure warmth and happiness .

It is this memory, this piece of warmth, like a piece of pure and flawless snow.Even though he was later surrounded by endless madness, pain and blood, even after his own madness himself destroyed the last of his loved ones in this world, even if his hatred for himself and all who caused it had climbed up. At the peak, this piece of pure land has never been polluted.

It was this memory that let him know that he still wanted to live.

Still want to stick to it.

This memory spread in his and Lynch's minds, suppressing all the scattered dust.He felt that Lynch's mind began to converge a little bit.

The light gradually condensed in Lin Qi's slack eyes, Lin Qi blinked slowly, and his eyes fell on Chu Yang.

"I see," Lynch told him. "I know what I am."

Chu Yang saw that Lynch's body began to change.Some black things began to emerge from his trousers and sleeves, strange, soft, sticky... substances that do not belong to this world, and the moment they touch anything, they will quickly disappear Infect.He saw a vast black forest blooming behind Lynch, and the endless tentacles broke through the shackles of the human body and stretched freely into the void.

Lynch let out a sigh of comfort and contentment, and for the first time in his life, he felt completely stretched and relaxed.

Chu Yang's vines were also spreading, submerging his own body.The vines and tentacles are intertwined, just like the most delicate and tender caress between lovers, lingering and inseparable.That is the most extreme intimacy, the most authentic self blending, no matter beautiful or ugly, without any cover, but still passionately in love.

The bodies of the two were tightly entangled, and Lin Qi hugged and wrapped Chu Yang with his own body.He looked at those eyes that had endured too much suffering, and said earnestly and tenderly, "After all this is over, can we go back to our bubble?"

The reality of just the two of them, the reality of being together forever.

Chu Yang closed his eyes, leaned his head on Lynch's shoulder, and finally felt the hope of standing in the sun again.

"Okay, let's go together."

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Chu Yang the Devourer couldn't help but recall every moment he had been by the Prophet's side all these years.

After knowing the identity of the prophet, he gradually began to feel that everything was traceable.Why did the Prophet know himself so well, why did the Prophet favor him so much, why... he deliberately came to save himself after Antonio killed Lynch.

Prophet didn't need Lynch in the first place, which is why all the Lynches die.

A pain of being betrayed, a pain he is all too familiar with, like black venom spreading in his heart.Obviously he also betrayed the Prophet, didn't he, but why was he so desperate after knowing the Prophet's true identity?

It was probably because he had never had hope in his life, and the only thing that gave him hope was the Lynch who had written in his palm, the Lynch who belonged only to him.But if even Lynch can become a prophet, is there anything in this world that won't be swallowed by pain?

If everything is pain, what is the need to persist?

However, he remembered that with Lynch in this reality, he had seen those fleeing people, those zero-level observers who had never been cared about by these multi-dimensional observers, working so hard to live, no matter how imperfect the reality was, no matter how full of incompleteness, They are also trying to survive.Because for them, death may be the real death, and in other realities, maybe they never existed.

So life is extremely precious to them, because there is only one time.

Are they entitled to deny their right to exist?

Are they qualified to decide what kind of reality is good reality?

Or there has never been any distinction between good and bad, and some are just different memories.

Contradictions and conflicts ran rampant in his consciousness, and the powerful oppression of the prophet began to affect his will.But he is still trying to persevere, persevering for some people who don't care about his life or death.

But at this moment, another zither sound collaborating with him paused.

Chu Yi's movements stopped.

In an instant, overwhelming entropy poured down on him who was defenseless, and in an instant, his consciousness was swallowed up.

He opened his eyes and found himself back in an extremely familiar room.

There were cushions everywhere to prevent him from harming himself, dirty and moldy.There was a fishy smell in the air, and it seemed that even the internal organs began to rot after smelling it for a long time.The only light came from the door that would never open, from the thin line beneath it.

As if an invisible hand climbed up his throat, Chu Yang couldn't breathe, and a huge panic engulfed him.He staggered up from the ground, rushed to the door, and charged with all his strength.But it was useless, the door remained motionless, and he could even hear the guards outside the door joking and chatting, talking about the recent basketball game.

Panic made him tremble all over, almost hysterical.He doesn't want to come back, and once he comes back, he can't go out again.

Because the person who will take him out is gone.

In his worst nightmare, Chu Yang, the Devourer, let out a creepy cry.

At the same time, the force capable of holding the Prophet was subdued again, so the three realities began to merge with each other again, and no force seemed to be able to stop it any longer.