After the same name as the Abyss Lord

Ye Zun came back to his senses, and focused his gaze on the only survivor besides him.

Molos, pale and faint, rests his head on the broken train window.

He was very careful at that time, that angelic face was not scratched by the broken glass.

Ye Zun walked towards him step by step.

Behind him, in the train full of bloody hell, the body of the serial killer who had just died stood up staggeringly.

Ye Zun looked back at them and let out a low, meaningless sigh.

The newly raised corpse, with three heads, Inspector Henry's, Mistress's and Mistress's.

The three stiff heads looked at him together, giggling slyly.

Ye Zun walked towards them, but the thing didn't move. When he approached, it instantly appeared in a farther place, keeping a distance from him.

When Ye Zun tried to catch them, he even appeared directly outside the car window, staring at him through the window glass.

No, to be precise, it was not a corpse, because the hostess' body was still lying on the ground.

The three-headed monster was just a gray blob of insubstantial shit.

They couldn't pose a real threat to Ye Zun, but Ye Zun couldn't kill them again.

They just followed him, whispering and making annoying noises at a distance.

【Hee hee hee, kill him too. 】

Ye Zun walked up to Moros and looked down at his pale face.

[Puff puff puff ha ha ha ha he already knows your true face, now he is pretending to sleep. 】

[Mr. Detective wants to hide his identity, he has to kill people to silence him. 】

They encouraged and induced, with undisguised malice: 【Kill him...Kill him...】

Moros's long and thick eyelashes moved slightly, and his eyes opened without any trace of drowsiness, looking at him soberly and calmly.

The eyes were as pure as a deer in the forest, and the eyes were like streams of water. He didn't try to hide that he was awake, and he didn't have any fear.

Ye Zun's Adam's apple rolled, and the fingers in plastic gloves subconsciously covered his eyes.

[Hehehe kill him!strangle him!Yes, just pinch his neck like this! 】The ghost screamed excitedly, his voice distorted.

[Why hesitate?Want to try peeling his skin?I can teach you how to do it, but you have investigated us, so you should understand it well. 】

Those malicious voices, talking and whispering incessantly, like the gray mist of the surrounding world, always exist there.

Molos, whose eyes were covered by Ye Zun, did not move. He also raised his fingers and groped to confirm Ye Zun's position. In the dark vision, he touched Ye Zun's eyebrows and eyes, and traced the outline of his side face.

It seemed that he was not nervous or afraid at all, and he never considered whether the person in front of him would hurt him.

"Don't worry, I'm here," he said.

Feeling confused, Ye Zun obeyed his strength and took his hand away.

He looked at Moros's clear and moist eyes, but he didn't want to see his expressionless face from inside.

Moros grabbed his arm and stood up, without looking at the body of the hostess behind Ye Zun, his eyes were only on Ye Zun from beginning to end.

"Let's go."

He took Ye Zun's hand and led him away from this bloody train.

They walked on the abandoned railway tracks covered by thatch in the wasteland.

Twilight fell, gradually darkened.

But there is light on the horizon ahead.

When Ye Zun came back to his senses, he found that at some point, those malicious whispers disappeared.

He looked at the profile of Molos in the dark, not surprised why the man was so calm, nor did he wonder if he was going to do something to him.

He has no curiosity, no desire to think, just like a robot, when the order is executed and the standby is complete, he just watches.

That face is really like an angel, flawless, elegant and gentle.

The angel took Ye Zun out of the dark wilderness and into a bright room.

In the house, two children are playing games.

The little girl smiled and violently dismantled the doll into eight pieces, then clapped her hands and looked at the little boy with happy and innocent eyes: "Brother, my work is done, it's your turn."

The little boy then carefully found various toys and hid the remains of these dismembered dolls.

terrible game.

Miss Lola was busy alone in the kitchen, without interfering with the children's games.

Nor did Molos, who walked in.

He only looked at Ye Zun, and saw Ye Zun subconsciously avoid frowning at the dim light in the room.

It's like the innate aversion of dark creatures to light.

"Uncomfortable? It will be darker here."

He took Ye Zun to a dark corner of the living room and let him sit on the sofa.

Ye Zun sat there, looking into Moros' eyes without emotion.

Those eyes smiled softly, with a shimmer and a smile, they were warm, clear, and pure, but deep.

The whispers in the room reappeared.

Ye Zun couldn't see the ghost, but heard countless voices.

Men, women, children, old people, the living and the dead, those buried under houses and passers-by outside.

[Those children should be killed as well. They have already learned the idea of ​​killing from their parents at such a young age, and they will soon put it into action. 】

[You are also killing people, what is the difference between you and us? 】

[Killed this man too, do you really think he is completely innocent?Without suspicion and investigation?Maybe it's scarier than us all. 】

Ye Zun didn't move, there was a little boredom under his eyes.

Moros raised his hand and gently covered his ears, and put his chin lightly on his shoulder, like a hug.

His voice was heard through the palm of his hand, indistinct, as if blocking all treacherous and malicious voices.

"Feeling lonely and restless?"

Quiet around.

Ye Zun is like an old man in his twilight years, like a robot with out-of-service programming problems, sitting there motionless, losing all desires and ideas about the world.

The angel hugged him, his body was warm and his skin was soft.

Kiss his brows and lips delicately, forehead against forehead.

In a calm and soothing voice: "It's okay, I will be with you, and I will always be by your side."

Ye Zun didn't feel lonely, nor did he have any fear or uneasiness, those ghostly things just made him feel bored.

The boundless darkness is more used to, so sitting alone like this feels like resting.

However, when this person hugged him and looked at him, although he felt nothing, he didn't refuse at all, as if he was conniving, allowing him to do anything.

Laura took the two children upstairs to bed.

Standing on the spiral staircase, the little boy looked back at him, his dark and quiet eyes dead silent.

Ye Zun was still sitting in the dark, and in the darker night, his energy gradually revived.

—Are you going to kill them?

That person is obviously no longer an ordinary person. Sooner or later, they will do the same thing as their parents. Maybe even tonight, they will be unable to hold back their urge to attack Laura.

He sat there motionless, letting the angel push him down, laying on the arm of the sofa, and let the man kiss him.

He even slightly opened his tightly pursed lips, as if withdrawing from a national border of all defenses.

The sound of choking and helpless breathing in the darkness was unfamiliar.

He was a little confused, who sent it, after knowing it, it was himself.

——Like a seduction.

Suppressing his angel who invaded, the pure face in the darkness is still beautiful and innocent.

Trembling breathing, like the chill of hunting, like a sigh before dying, mixed with the depraved eagerness in the darkness.

talking to him.

"I will not leave you, I will always be with you, don't be afraid."

He has no emotion of fear, his soul seems to be sinking in the bottom of icy water, watching the angels, and his body has let go of all defenses just like his own sacrifice.

Those whispers seem to be faintly visible wave after wave across the water.

【Kill him. 】

【He wants to feed you. 】

【Are you sure it's a real angel?The fallen feathers are all black. 】

--sure.

He imagined killing the man.

The fingers were placed on the angel's slender and moist neck, which was wet with thin sweat, like strangling and destroying the beautiful art.

The angel is smiling at him, with pure, focused and loving eyes, or cool, gloomy and seductive eyes.

He was sure that he could tighten without hesitation, letting this person die in his hands, and the light in his eyes was completely silent and dark.

The man didn't struggle, just stared at him with clear eyes, as if promising that he could do anything to him.

It seemed that he never thought about whether he would hurt him or kill him.

The man whispered to him constantly and gently: "Honey, I'm with you, don't be afraid."

—I am not alone, nor do I need companions.

He was a little confused, hadn't he told him more than once?

"I'm here, I won't leave you alone."

"I love you, do you feel it?"

Ye Zun's hand tightened around his neck, and when he heard his near-death voice, he smiled, trembled and sighed, and his love words were transmitted to Ye Zun's own body through the inseparable bodies.

In a shiver of pain and emptiness, he saw the gray world.

Unseen pedestrians, trees, churches and graves.

And the only real thing is the angel's clear and focused eyesight under the gloomy light and shadow, the warm and smiling eyes like a deer, and the black feathers behind him.

Ye Zun hugged that person tightly, with a cold posture and the strength of the confinement, as if about to break, he pressed the back of that person's neck close to himself.

"Don't leave me." He heard his own calm, emotionless voice, "Together forever."

The angel's soft and ruddy lips slowly bent: "Okay. We will always be together."

"Thank you." Ye Zun closed his eyes, responding to the man's kiss again.

……

Like being buried in a coffin, I spent a period of time in the gray world of the undead.

Ye Zun opened his eyes, the train was still moving rhythmically.

The people in the car seemed to wake up from a short and absurd dream just like him, whispering to each other.

Ye Zun leaned on the priest's shoulder, opened his eyes, and could clearly see the skin of the man's neck and the delicate Adam's apple.

The priest always wears a shirt, which is buttoned very high. He obviously always has a dignified, gentle and polite demeanor, with clear eyes and a smile, but he feels unmistakably cold.

Ye Zun looked at the skin of his neck from a close distance, the flawless milk-white skin gave off the same feeling as his master, it seemed to be more delicate and cool than jade.

He took a deep breath.

The aura on the priest's body seemed to be absent, like the aura of ice and snow and some kind of mysterious tree, reminiscent of the bottomless no-man's land.

"Wake up? Had a nightmare?"

Ye Zun's breathing was suppressed and restrained, the priest of course heard it.

"Well, a somewhat scary dream." He said softly.

The man raised his hand and stroked his hair lightly, politely and restrained, and moved away with just one touch.

"Although it's just a dream, I still feel a little uneasy when I just woke up. You can talk about it, and you will gradually forget it when you say it."

"Yeah." Ye Zun leaned on his shoulder, as if unconsciously embracing, with his eyes half closed.

"I dreamed that I was a bad person and did a lot of terrible things."

"A good boy like Ye Zun must be very lonely in such a dream." The priest's voice was always gentle and considerate.

"I don't feel it in my dream." Ye Zun's voice was very soft and slow, and he was depressed to the bottom of the calm and heavy. "The whole world is like that. No matter what you do or encounter, you feel normal in your dream."

The self in the dream was very strange. In the past, Ye Zun had seen it many times in countless literary works, describing killers as cold-blooded, but he didn't have any special experience.

Ye Zun in the dream is like this, the blood seems to be cold, not flowing, no mood swings, no corresponding emotions when encountering anything.

You won’t be surprised when you see the corpse in the box, you won’t be scared when you see the corpse coming out of the box, and you see the video of the perverted killer kidnapping the victim and skinning the victim. Disgust and sympathy are superficial needs, but in fact there is no fluctuation in the bottom of my heart. .

Even though it was the corpse in the box that strangled the hostess in the end, if he was asked to do it himself, Ye Zun in the dream would kill her without hesitation.

He even seriously considered getting rid of the two children who had the tendency to kill under the influence of their parents.

In the dream, his hands were placed on the young priest's neck, and during the process of almost strangling him, his fingers were always steady, without any regret or hesitation.

Although he gave up in the end, it didn't seem to matter if he really killed the priest.

"A terrible dream." When I woke up, I felt terrible.

It seems that to some extent, if he continues to walk in the Demon God's Amusement Park, he will become what he will be one day.

In the end, I don’t even know, feel, or understand that I’m actually alone.

In the gray world, accompanied by ugliness and ghosts, I am bored and walk on indifferently, like another walking dead.

So, want to catch the angel.

Want to be redeemed.

It's just that even I have forgotten the feeling of loneliness and despair, and I don't know that I want to ask for help.

After waking up, Ye Zun has realized that in the gray world full of sins, there are many clues to prove that angels may not be real angels, but are more likely to be the mastermind behind all evils.

As the ghosts of the hostesses said, there are more terrifying existences than them.

Did Ye Zun in the dream also notice it?

But in the end he chose to be raised.

Is it because the hopeless gray world is too exhausting and hopeless?

"It must be scary, but you're already awake." Rin's voice was low and slow, and he stroked his head lightly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Ye Zun closed his eyes, tears oozed from under the eyelashes at the end of his eyes, he tried his best to take a deep breath, restraining the trembling of his shoulders.

He stopped talking.

If you make a sound, you might be caught crying, and that would be too embarrassing.

He's just out of control, tired, and lonely.

This person is obviously by his side, obviously very gentle, but cannot be touched.

Only in a nightmare full of darkness and horror, the demon who transformed into one with the darkness would look at him with a smile and chase him with affectionate and seductive eyes.

Only the demons that appear in the midst of extreme fear and terror will hug him tightly, claim him, warm him, and love him.

In the warm daylight, in the waking world, this is the closest distance the priest has to him.

"Are there any better ones?"

Why can't the gentle Rinto hug him, kiss him, love him?

Ye Zun buried his chin on the priest's shoulder, wrapped his hands around his waist, and acted beyond the limit.

People around will be amazed and stare when they see it unintentionally.

But the ascetic and restrained priest didn't seem to notice it, he just sat there dignifiedly, with a rational and calm tone, his right hand naturally dropped, and his left hand gently touched his head from a polite distance.

It will always be like this, maintaining the restraint that seems gentle and friendly, but actually cold.

"It does seem to be a terrifying demon." Rin smiled, whispering in a gentle and conciliatory tone, "Then, we can escape a little bit."

The curvature of the ruddy lips is pleasant, exactly like the angel in Ye Zun's nightmare.

Just escape a little bit.

【Honey, now you understand. 】

[I have switched identities with you, and I understand how I am looking at you. 】

【Shouldn’t be evading and fearing anymore. 】

[It should be understood that when the devil catches you, the only way to escape is to love him and say to him: I will never leave you, and will always be with you. 】

It doesn't matter if you don't learn it, he has always been very patient and will always teach his little desserts.

But before that, he had to restrain himself and keep his distance under the sunlight.

【Honey, you have to love the real me, instead of sinking in vain illusions. 】

【Even if this illusion is created by me and you. 】

The author has something to say: Once again, I feel like I can mark the full text, dog head~

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感谢在2020-06-0514:39:12~2020-06-0717:13:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Sheng Ming;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 2 for Sheng Ming; 1 for Y and Hua Shang;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: hula hula ball, 1 bottle of longevity;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!