Welcome to Forge Town

The lights that suddenly appeared in the dark night seemed to form a distant light corridor in the dark.

Allen stood at the bottom of the darkness, staring blankly at the people rushing in at the door.The sudden glare made his pupils constrict.But he was still facing the light source all the time, and his expression seemed to be awake but not awake.

Seeing Miranda collapsed in a pool of blood on the desk, Brandon, who had just entered the door, threw away the flashlight and rushed up.He punched Allen in the abdomen violently, yelled something, and was pulled away by other police officers.

He has a gun in his hand, you don't want to live, do you?Vaguely, Allen heard someone shouting sharply.But he has no time to take care of these.Having just received such a powerful punch, he curled up on the ground in pain.A gust of acid water surged up, and when he raised his head, there was still a layer of water in his eyes.

Even so, he still accurately positioned the familiar figure at the door.

"Here you are, Brandon." Allen said calmly, clutching his stomach. "Don't worry, this is the last one, everything will subside eventually." He said, with a warm smile on his plain face, as if bathed in great joy.

"Why?" Brandon asked.He looked at Miranda, whose life and death were uncertain. "You killed her for the joy of it?" He asked with his head down, his voice hoarse, as if he was suppressing extremely violent emotions.

Of course, Brandon knew he was asking a stupid question.I also knew that at this critical juncture, I should stare at Alan and be alert to all his actions.But Brandon didn't dare to look directly into those eyes, he was afraid that he would see his distorted reflection in those eyes that had already been muddy and deteriorated.

Allen looked at him in surprise. "You said, I killed her?"

He raised his eyebrows, as if surprised by Brandon's question. "But as you can see, I'm still standing here, and she cut the artery with her own hands," he said.He seemed to stay out of the matter, as if the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

"You used hallucinogens to induce hypnosis. This behavior has constituted processed suicide." Brandon was still dumb. "You killed someone, Eric."

"It's her decision. I just gave her the choice. It's up to her to implement it or not." Eric smiled and said, "Besides, I don't think you need to worry. Because God is always merciful, even Miranda No matter how big a mistake she makes, when she steps up to the judgment seat, God will personally count everything. When the sin is about to be redeemed, she will be forgiven at last.”

Listening to Eric's extremely subjective religious arguments and pathological remarks that distort the facts, Brandon couldn't help clenching his fists hanging by his side, "Okay, that's not the case. What about Simon? And your bad luck Father, you killed them all with your own hands. Don’t you need to make atonement? You and I are not gods, if you just want to execute the guilty, you should hand it over to the judiciary.”

He pretended to speak calmly, trying not to let Eric notice his panic, and trying to slow down his tone as much as possible-even though Brandon had encountered many life-and-death moments before, he had never been so frightened as this time.Looking at the guy in front of him, he felt that the person standing there was not Alan or Eric, but a group of crazy souls controlled by hypnosis.

But he has to stand up.After taking a deep breath, Brandon hypnotized himself.Worst of all, he happened to be the only one on the front line as their police forces had been dispersed to facilitate sweeping searches.Although he has already requested rescue, it will take at least 10 minutes before the others arrive after receiving the letter.

But things always have pros and cons.Brandon knows that Eric has always been a smart criminal, and those incidents in the past have always left no trace, and he will not be easily convicted in the future.Therefore, if he wants to crack the case and achieve reinstatement, he must pluck his teeth.

Now is a great opportunity.Brandon has a tape recorder in his pocket, and he's going to do his best to cliché until help arrives.If Eric's criminal testimony can be successfully obtained, it will become the most powerful evidence in court—of course, it would be even better if Miranda survived after Eric was arrested. His reinstatement report is even more convincing!

"Oh, justice!" On the other side, listening to Brandon's words, Eric blinked and suddenly laughed exaggeratedly. "My God, listen to these wonderful words—if seeking justice is useful, why should I bother? Besides, Mr. Davis, if you plan to blame me for Miranda's fate, then Please don't forget that there are other people from before, including Joanna, Jelson, Petty, Bull, they are all on the right path under my "leading"..."

Having said that, Eric changed his tone again and suddenly became ruthless. "Also, don't mention that bastard John Winston, he deserves death!"

"You hate him, why?" Brandon asked.

Seeing Eric's sudden change of expression when he mentioned John, Brandon understood that this would be an important breakthrough in breaking the deadlock.So he will stir up Eric's anger. Once he loses control of his agitation, he will be prone to flaws, and he can take advantage of it.

As for John Winston's identity, in fact, before arriving in town, in order to better understand Eric's criminal psychology, Brandon asked the Central Police Superintendent to check the information.

According to reports, John is a retired psychiatrist who possessed outstanding professional talents when he was young and occupied a very high position in the world.Unfortunately, with the unexpected death of his wife, he also entered a low ebb in his career, leaving only a pair of six-year-old twin sons to accompany him.The following year, one of his sons died of illness, and John simply resigned from his medical position to concentrate on raising his only heir.Until six years later, he was killed by him.

Among the two sons, Eric survived; and the one who died at the age of six was Alan.

Looking at Eric who was in a state of madness, Brandon remembered a legend, which was an ancient story that happened in Ireland.Rumor has it that there lives in the elf world a beautiful fairy named Mab who has the magical ability to master dreams.

In Shakespeare's works, she even entered Romeo's dream, symbolizing deceit and all disasters, as well as emotions such as panic and fear.She can derange people's minds, awaken their dark side, and then lose themselves.

Therefore, compared to Eric's absurd religious views, he is more inclined to believe that Eric was confused by Queen Mab.But of course, he also questioned that it was John's past weird education that caused Eric's mentality to be distorted.So this kind of morbid psychology that can't distinguish between reality and dreams has caused tragic disasters again and again.

In order to learn about that period of the past, or his criminal mentality, Brandon asked again: "You hate him, why?"

"Why?" Eric repeated, "You asked me why?" He was stunned for a while, and then laughed fiercely, "Alan, Alan, it turns out that after more than ten years, no one knows what that disgusting guy did. good thing..."

He was lost in thought, whispering to himself.But maybe the truth has been concealed for too long, and Eric can't bear the shackles of secrets. He wants to share everything now.So he suddenly asked, "Have you ever tried the feeling of being doped every day?"

Looking at Brandon, Eric continued: "Not only stimulants, but also all kinds of drugs. Including drugs, muscle relaxants, and countless strange things that are not named...you I also understand that being a doctor is always easy to get these things.”

"And in the beginning, that guy was always experimenting with the well-behaved Allen—everyone seemed to think that he couldn't write those papers because of his mother's death. That's all.

"In short, in order to break through this dilemma, he put forward a new argument: human beings can approach heaven infinitely when they are in a fantasy state, and then foresee the truth of God. So our little Allen, in this stupid experiment, sacrificed his short life."

Speaking of his unlucky brother, the corners of Eric's mouth curled down, seemingly helpless. "He is a very cute child, innocent and extremely kind. I still remember that I just killed an animal and made him cry for a long time. So, you will not be able to imagine that such an innocent boy, What a sad state of death."

He glanced up to the right, and seriously recalled: "That day, I sneaked into the room and stood by the bed to watch him. After half a month of torture, he was already skinny, with vomit and many welts all over his body, and—— — the traces of the violation there.

"Maybe because he sensed my breath, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Those blue eyes that were originally full of aura became hollow, as if they were dead. But he still hummed and made a sound like a puppy. .I took off the anti-bite cloth strip from his mouth, trying to hear what he said. His lips trembled for a while, and finally he only said weakly—"

"'Brother, please kill me.'"

Eric narrowed his voice, imitating the immature voice of a child, and then grinned at Brandon. "And of course, I will never live up to his expectations."

With a smile on his face, he continued with an exaggerated tone like a stage play: "Later, I personally proved that he made the right decision for six years. How much it is to prove that he can escape from the most shallow pain and turn into the embrace of God." Happy thing.

"That guy's tricks are endless. I haven't had a good night's sleep in the past six years. My mind is always tense, and my head seems to be split into several pieces! So, I simply gave away one piece to store Alan's soul. .In my world, he will always remain pure and innocent, just as he was. For many years, we lived in one body and shared all the joys, and we still do now.”

Listening to the Arabian Nights story, Brandon swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "So after you killed him, you spent seven years in a mental hospital. Then, how did you get out?" he asked, hinting at his mistrust of Eric's discharge procedures.Because obviously, Eric's illness has not improved at all. He suffers from multiple personalities and paranoia, and it even tends to get worse.He strongly doubted how Eric had cheated the rigorous discharge test and related legal procedures.

Eric looked at him in surprise. "My God, do you really want to know?" Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he said dejectedly again: "Actually, we didn't plan to leave that place at first. Everyone was very kind to us when we stayed there, even if there were occasional " A small request", we can easily fulfill it."

"But during that long time in there, we remembered one crucial thing - John was a goddamn old jerk, but we killed him anyway. God says murderers don't go to heaven, whether we How sincere. So, we thought about how to atone for our sins. One day, God told me that as long as seven sinners are sent to the judgment seat, God will reopen the gate of heaven for us—”

"You mean, 'little request'?" Brandon interjected.

Eric blinked, nodded and said, "Well, it's much easier than what John asked us to do. As long as we are willing to "cooperate", they will always considerately fulfill our needs as much as possible. For example, we want a better living environment. accommodation environment, more toys to pass the time, and even hospital discharge procedures... But I never thought that the innocent and lovely Alan would actually do that without telling me."

"He asked them for some psychology books and learned how to put me into a deep sleep. Fortunately, that silly boy can only occupy the body for a while, and he is not familiar with hypnosis techniques. Otherwise, I will disappear, and who will find a way to return Where is the glory of God?"

Looking at Eric's dedicated eyes intoxicated with his own world, Brandon also vaguely turned everything around in his heart:

During those days when Eric was completely unknown, Eric's second personality "Alan" concealed his true self and practiced psychology, hoping to restrain him forever.And while performing self-hypnosis, he also imprisoned part of his memory, eager to return to a mortal identity to live a stable life, so he came all the way to the remote town of Fogg, using the identity of "Alan" to appear in front of him.

But who would have guessed that Eric has not really disappeared. Whenever he encounters social injustice, he will wake up the symbol of the dark side, and he will take revenge at night on behalf of Alan.After locking the target, Eric always lures them, let them eat the meth by mistake, and die in the form he wants.Then these murders were shaped into real suicide cases to complete the absurd fantasy of "seven sacrifices".

During the day, the dominance of the body returned to Allen's hands.Since "Alan" knows nothing about the truth, his kindness and innocence have become the best wings to protect Eric.It's no wonder that Brandon was deceived by those eyes, because the complexity of the whole incident is really confusing.

However, just as Brandon was thinking about how to suppress Eric, for some reason, Miranda, who had been standing aside, suddenly coughed violently.Seeing that Miranda was still alive, Brandon subconsciously walked towards her, hoping to check on her injury or give her some help.

Eric also raised his gun and pointed it at Miranda.

"Hey, stop," he yelled. "Don't come near her again, Mr. Davis. For Ellen's sake, I've done my best to satisfy your curiosity. Now it's time to put this woman on trial." He said.The metal-like voice is extremely cold, and the slightly rising end sound is like a mockery.

Brandon took a step forward, standing in front of Miranda.At the same moment, Sisi rustled from outside, and Brandon knew that his reinforcements had finally arrived. "If I say no, are you going to kill me too?" He looked directly into Eric's eyes, with more confidence-although Brandon never liked to joke about his life, if the hostage died at this moment, he would His reinstatement plan is also over.So he is also betting that Eric will not shoot at himself who is not guilty of death.

Fortunately, Brandon finally bet on the right direction.

Looking at Brandon, and at the nearly ten additional armed police forces at the door, Eric also knew that he was not singing.But he didn't intend to resist with force, he just grinned, turned his neck back, and put on another apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry, Brandon. My apologies to you for Eric." He said weakly, like a different man.A pair of green eyes glistened with tears, "I shouldn't have come here, Brandon. I thought I could save him, but I didn't realize that everything, all mistakes, were made by these hands... ..I don't want this to happen, but I really can't stop him. I know what he suffered at the hands of his father, which hurt him a lot. Thinking of this, I can't obliterate him, but I didn't expect to pamper him in disguise Makes everything...it's all my fault!"

Eric's sudden change caused Brandon to frown. He didn't know what trick Eric was playing again, whether it was just a means for him to divert his attention or try to sell his stupidity to get away with it-but soon, Brandon found himself no longer guessing.

"Alan" suddenly withdrew his hand holding the gun, and stuffed it into his own mouth instead.

Brandon's eyes widened, and he immediately rushed towards Allen, trying to grab the gun from his hand.But at the same time he took the first step, there was a loud noise, and Allen fell to the ground.With his hand still in the air, Brandon stared blankly at the green wallflower in front of him.The original withered color was splashed with red, and it looked delicate and tender.

The author has something to say:

This is a huge bento... I will hurry up at the end! ! ! (make a fist)

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