Killing Mary Sue [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"Can you stand alone on the top of the mountain and let the wind and frost invade, until the sea turns into a mulberry field and the mountain sinks to the bottom of the sea?"

"I can."

"who are you?"

"Scavenger."

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The first moment the morning light penetrated the curtains, Jane opened her eyes.

She stared at the snow-white ceiling without blinking, as if a strange-shaped monster grew there, and they had a long and silent confrontation with each other until one side was defeated and quietly left.Finally, she withdrew her gaze, turned her head, and looked at the red-haired girl who was sleeping soundly beside her, with a sweet smile on her brows and lips.

【You seem to have started dreaming recently】Life No. [-] whispered,【I always think of those things that have passed so long...】

[Is it the sequelae of exorcism? ] asked the system assistant.

Jane narrowed her eyes slightly.

[No,] She replied, straightened up silently, put on her clothes, stood in front of the wardrobe mirror and looked at herself, and Maggie lying on her side on the bed behind her.I don't know if it's because the mirror in the hotel is too bad, but Jane's face looks a little blurry inside, while Maggie's face facing the mirror is dizzy and black, as if there are countless invisible hands tearing at her. The edge of the body outline presents a frightening blur effect.But when she looked back, she was still the innocent girl with sleeping face. The sunlight coming in from the window fell on her body, she was as pure as an angel who cut off her wings and fell into the world.

Jane looked back at the mirror, but at this moment, she found that the person behind the mirror was staring at her with open eyes without blinking. She turned her head again in an instant, and Maggie was still sleeping soundly, as if the shocking glance before was caused by herself. illusion.Jane frowned slightly, and from the corner of her eye, she saw that there seemed to be a few cracks in the corner of the mirror without a sound, like a spider's thread slowly climbing outwards, and from her perspective, it happened to completely cover Maggie in the mirror. His face was instantly divided into countless distorted mirror images. Even in broad daylight, this weird picture is enough to make people break out in a cold sweat.

Jane twitched the corners of her mouth calmly, without disturbing Maggie, washed up briefly, opened the door and walked out of the room without taking anything.Before leaving, he deliberately locked the door from the outside and put the key in his pocket.

The moment the door was locked and clicked, the girl who had been sleeping peacefully with a smile on her face suddenly opened her eyes. She sat up from the bed like a ghost, then walked to the window, and saw the celibate Jane in black and black hair. Walking out alone, she has a very unique quiet temperament, which can almost disappear in the crowd in an instant, making it impossible to find her again.

Maggie watched her walk away expressionlessly, and then slowly closed the curtains, allowing the room to return to silence and darkness.She looked around, and her eyes finally settled on the luggage bag left by Jane on the chair.

Maggie walked over quickly. The bag didn't have any protective devices. She opened it easily and began to search for it. As a result, she searched inside and out, but found that there was basically nothing except passports, personal documents and some cash. Any personal items of value - oh, of course, and a sterling silver cross.

When she took out the cross and dangled it in front of her eyes, she couldn't help laughing.It didn't belong to Maggie herself, but a soft and treacherous voice that couldn't tell the difference between male and female.At the same time, the skeleton with empty eyes on the necklace around her neck suddenly had clusters of scarlet will-o'-the-wisps in its eyes, and its teeth creaked up and down as if to match the laughter.

"That's interesting... Is this what they use—a dainty little ornament, a powerless toy—to exorcise demons?"

She shrugged her shoulders, threw away the cross unaffected by it, let it fall to the ground and was stained with dust, took out the passport for a closer look, stared at a photo on it, and said, "25 years old?  … ...Aha, it doesn't look like it, our lovely and charming Jane has experienced the tragic past of family destruction at such a young age, you are actually quite lucky in comparison, don't you? - at least, what you want I gave you everything, and what you don't want... I also took it away for you—"

While Maggie was muttering to herself, the expression on her face changed subtly and strangely, sometimes with a compassionate smile, and sometimes into panic and despair, as if two different souls coexisted in one body , one is dominant and careless, the other is hopelessly struggling and trying to resist, the stronger one played a game of cat and mouse leisurely, elevating this originally unsuspenseful hunting experience to another pleasant one. grade.

Maggie looked at the mirror in panic, obviously it was still the familiar face, but it was like a scene from a nightmare: in the reflected mirror world, the face of the red-haired girl became distorted, gloomy and terrifying , what stayed above her head was no longer a head full of bright red hair, but countless tentacles that kept stretching and wriggling in the air.Obviously Maggie in reality is safe and sound, but she can clearly "see" in the mirror that her body has become mutilated, the stench is corrupt, and thick pus is dripping from the blackened blood vessels, just like Dorian Gray Like the portrait of her—she's almost eaten!There is not much left of the whole body!

Maggie looked at the scene in front of her in horror. She suddenly grabbed her hair and let out an uncontrollable scream of collapse and pain. She knelt on the floor and scratched her body desperately, as if she could feel that kind of pain. A little bit of the pain of being gutted and gnawing at the soul densely.However, no one can hear her voice, it is a voice from another world that humans cannot perceive - she sold her soul for a transaction, and has long been a trophy of mysterious creatures, neither alive nor completely. To die, I can only watch myself being sucked dry, exhausting the last bit of vitality, and finally becoming one of their countless sacrifices.

It is interesting to watch the crazy behavior of the girl. In reality, Maggie beats every part of her body, trying to revive her decayed organs, while the "girl" in the mirror props her chin to watch with great interest. Watching this vibrant human farce, he sighed with compassion and sympathy from time to time, to comfort the poor girl who had been eaten so little—

"Why struggle, poor little one...isn't this a fair deal?—You forget that you summoned me in the first place, and I worked hard to fulfill all your wishes: to make that heartless person a part of you , I can never be parted from you again... Haven't I done enough, dear? - It is not a pleasant thing to be too greedy, you have to give first if you want it, it is well known rule."

The red-haired girl stopped suddenly. She subconsciously held the skull on the necklace, and a tear fell from her eyes.

The "Maggie" in the mirror looked at her lovingly, "Why should you care more, my dear? Those who betrayed you deserve to die, and their souls deserve to be tortured in hell forever - they are all willing to take the bait Yes, and these scum who failed the test deserved to end up like this! - so you see, this fairness is actually fair, and I am always happy to pay a little more hard work for the poor girls..."

It whispered seductively in her ear, adding to the deliciousness of a soul made contradictory and alluring with regret.It loves this young and fresh body, loves this devilish red hair flowing like blood, and loves the pure aura emanating from this girl's bones that especially attracts men.Before meeting Jane Doe, she was his favorite, that's why he was so reluctant to part with it. Instead, he ate her bit by bit with small mouthfuls full of love.

Oh yes, Jane Doe, a soul that makes it impossible to see through, yet exudes a scent that is so fascinating that it can't be breathed, a scent that is neither vulgar nor pompous and definitely high-end, new and wonderful dark blue , has the depth of a sense of age that has disappeared, which is both thin and timeless, and I can't help but be attracted.

In fact, the exorcist next to her smells good, but it's a pity that he is a man who seems unreliable, full of scum temperament that he hates so much, even if he eats fast food, he will worry about choking his throat. Only the stupid natives are vying for Constantine's soul, but it is obvious that its taste is higher, so Jane Doe looks much more pleasing to the eye in comparison - at least, she is abstinent and restrained, right Everything is full of silent resistance, which is its favorite type.

Especially after entering her conscious world and glimpsed fragmentary memories, it became more and more curious.

"Maggie" stared at the photo on the passport, always feeling a vague sense of disobedience, as if it was difficult to connect this picture with the woman she remembered coming from the flames, that scene was really shocking. It is thrilling, even if it is hurt by being defeated and fleeing the sea of ​​​​consciousness in a hurry, it is still impressed.

It believes that if it can successfully obtain this sacrifice, it will undoubtedly become much stronger than it is now.It's a pity that the woman's will is unbelievably firm, and there seems to be a mysterious force that surrounds her like a barrier. It doesn't have time to peek at the other person's memories, and it can't seduce her if it can't grasp her fatal weakness. There is always the danger of being discovered.

Fortunately, it kept a hand back and didn't completely eat Maggie's soul, so it was able to hide it as a shield so as not to show up on the spot.It's strange, obviously Constantine is the one with stronger magic power, why can a woman who is only 25 years old do this?What exactly is her weakness?

While taking the time to take another mouthful of the girl's bloody soul, while propping its chin up and thinking hard, its eyes suddenly brightened.

This woman must have other unfulfilled purposes for staying with John Constantine, and as long as she wanted something from him, she would definitely ask for it-maybe it would be easier to start with a man.After all, Constantine wasn't without weaknesses compared to Jane Doe, was he?And as it happens, it knows the deadliest of them——

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Going out in the morning, until it was almost dark at night, Constantine returned to the hotel with the good things he brought from Ray.

He opened the door. The room was dark, the windows were closed, the curtains were drawn, and there was a damp musty smell typical of cheap hotels.He has long been used to not caring about this, he threw his backpack at the door, leaned tiredly on the sofa whose cloth was rough enough to be used as a skin scrub, took out the Sika cigarette in his pocket, lit a cigarette, and casually pumped up.

A little fire light lit up in the dim room, and Constantine's face with profound vicissitudes looked tired and depressed.There was a rustling sound from the wall behind him, as if some insects were crawling and crisscrossing behind the wall.Konstantin held a cigarette between his fingers, lowered his head and didn't look back - he rarely did this, even if he was walking alone in the street late at night and there were hurried footsteps not far behind him, he never turned his head once.Never looking back is the motto of their business, because there are too many ghosts following behind, with familiar and mutilated faces, which can be seen in dreams.

He sat silently in the dark, unknowingly the cigarette had burned to the end.Konstantin stomped out the cigarette butt, and crushed Le Nian vigorously, as if he wanted all troubles to fly away with the ashes, but unfortunately they not only would not leave, but followed closely like a cigarette addiction for a lifetime Behind him, you can't even shake him off——

Constantine raised his head, wanting to see which ghosts and old friends were so understanding today, visiting one after another after dark.He just raised his head, but was stunned when he saw a little girl standing in front of him.

Constantine stood up immediately in shock, his eyes wide open, his fingers trembling.

"Astra...?"

The curly-haired, dark-skinned little girl stood in the middle of the room like a ghost, looking in the direction of Konstantin with big helpless eyes, her face full of bewilderment, helplessness and fear, she hugged herself tightly, her voice seemed to come from another world. Came, "...John? Is that you, John?—Where are you? I can't see you...I'm so scared, John, help me, it's cold in here, it's cold..."

"Astra..." Constantine stared blankly at this little girl who seemed to have never grown up in a few years, the innocent girl who he originally wanted to save but ended up going to hell because of him, guilt and memory In an instant, it swept over like a tsunami, breaking through his already crumbling rationality.He looked at "Astera" who was looking around in panic, and walked towards the darkest part of the room step by step, and couldn't help stretching out his hand towards her, "Don't be afraid, I'm coming to you... this time I will definitely be able to find you--"

"John..." Astra seemed to finally see him, pleading in her pitiful big eyes, "Hold me, John, I'm so cold...it's so dark here, there's nothing—why did I come here Here? Why aren't you with me?"

Constantine hardly dared to look directly into her eyes. For the first time, he allowed himself to be swallowed up by such guilt. Even though the Astra in front of him might just be his illusion, maybe it was a pawn with ulterior motives, he wanted to confess it , to express the regret and pain that have been hidden in the heart for a long time.A person's late night is always so hard, need something sober to get through the long night.He had tried his best not to let Astra enter his dream, but what should come finally came, and he couldn't avoid it no matter what.

If John Constantine, a liar and scum, has anything that can deceive his weakness, except for his dead lover Emma, ​​it is the little girl Astra who fell into hell in front of him.

If given the chance, he would pay a heavy price in exchange for her soul.She was innocent and did not deserve such a horrific end.

"Astra..." Konstantin reached out and finally touched hers, even though her fingers were so pale and cold, as if ice ran through their veins, chill from hell, enough to freeze everything.However, he still held her finger without hesitation, as if grasping the last straw in his life and the last trace of redemption in his life full of innocence and illusion, he hugged Astra tightly, letting This kind of cold permeated his limbs and bones, and he seemed to fall into the abyss for a moment, engulfed by endless silence, darkness and nothingness, but a smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm sorry." He finally said the words buried in his heart, so short and so difficult, "I'm sorry... I couldn't save you."

The girl leaned quietly in his arms, where the exorcist couldn't see, the faint shadow cast behind him crawled out countless twisted and wriggling tentacles, crawling further away go. The originally clear eyes of "Astra" also instantly turned completely black. She stretched out her pale hand, and slowly hugged Constantine back, as if merging with him. smile.

"Yeah, John," said "Astera" sweetly, in a childlike, innocent voice, "you can't save me, and you can't save you... The truth is, you can't save anyone."

"—she too."

Constantine was taken aback for a moment. He seemed to have sensed the hatred and malice in these words, and slowly lowered his head. However, what he was holding in front of him was not the so-called Astra, but Maggie. A girl Maggie with sweet eyes and a sweet smile.

Facing Constantine's face that suddenly changed color, "Maggie" shrugged, and said humorously in an extremely flat but deliberately disappointed tone, "—Look, my dear, this is a man—a group of more A big trotter who likes to think with his lower body."

What, what? !Constantine's expression suddenly became strange, but before he could say a word, the girl in front of him suddenly changed his face, backed up again and again as if he saw some terrible monster, and crazily grabbed his neck and fruit. The skin on the outside, looking crazy, screaming hysterically——

"Let me go—let me go! You don't come here—please don't—"

Damn it—he grew up on the street and cursed Constantine, who has rich experience in touching porcelain, and just took a step forward when the door of the room was suddenly kicked open. He glanced around the room expressionlessly, then fixed his eyes on Maggie, who was dressed disheveledly and looked terrified, stepping back and hiding in the corner.

Constantine, "...you listen to me! It's not what you see!"

However, his explanation was interrupted by Maggie's helpless sobs. Jian Min glanced at him without any reaction, just walked past him indifferently, squatted down, carefully inspected the wound on the girl's body, and then paused. .

The blond exorcist who couldn't argue, "...do you believe me when I say I don't have that kind of thought about her?"

Jane didn't say anything, just lowered her head and asked the shivering red-haired girl, her tone still not in a hurry.

"How did you get here, Maggie?"

"I remember, I locked the door when I went out, and when I just came back, the door was still locked..."

Constantine saw that Jane didn't seem to believe this lovely and pitiful Maggie, and couldn't wait to agree with her words, and chimed in, "That's right—I don't have the habit of breaking into the room of underage girls at night! Although I'm a jerk, but she This is not my Konstantin's dish—"

Jane looked back at him indifferently, and the blond exorcist immediately shut his mouth and didn't speak.

Jane turned her head and stared at the silent girl, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Jane opened her mouth lightly.

"It is true that John Constantine is a scumbag who has no boundaries, is irresponsible, likes to cheat and cheat, and is a voracious scumbag."

Constantine, "..."

"—but I'm sure he wouldn't do that to a girl after I left—especially a girl like you."

The blond exorcist nodded approvingly.

Jane looked at the girl who was hidden in the thick shadows in the room, and spoke softly.

"Tell me, is the one in front of me Maggie Greed who went astray because of her ex-boyfriend cheating on her, or the god who woke up from R'lyeh's deep sleep?"

She looked at the writhing shadow beside the girl with a calm expression.

"Or should I call you..."

"From a different world, the original consciousness has been integrated with the creatures in the body, regardless of each other, the Cthulhu outer god in the past, the demons of today and the future?"

She read out the ancient name that was said to represent the unknown and the fear in the legend.

"—Nyarlathotep."

The author has something to say: so you all guessed wrong about Mary Sue's real identity hhh