Human dimension reduction

Vincent never thought that there was such pain in the world.

He abandoned the elegant etiquette he had learned since he was a child, and screamed and begged desperately. His handsome face was covered with tears, and his long silver-gray hair, like moonlight satin, was trampled in the mud at random. The villagers were in a hurry. Pressing his limbs, the strong Vincent felt pain all over his body.

The light of the torch swayed and elongated, and in his blurred vision, he was like countless slender ghosts watching silently. The frenzied expressions of the villagers were shrouded in dim light, and their long, short, fat and thin bodies swayed and moved. They were whispering in Vincent's ear, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything—

"Mother……"

When the flesh and blood were cut open, Vincent murmured in a voice that was about to crack. He had no strength to struggle any more. He had exhausted all the words of pleading and crying, leaving only the instinct of the body to twitch under the sharp knife.

The experienced butcher stood in the first place holding a long knife stained with livestock blood. He looked at the prey in front of him with sharp and serious eyes. The cold weighing in his eyes was no different from the usual scrutiny of those cattle and sheep.

The sharp point of the knife pierces the soft skin, used to write beautiful Latin, and the right hand holding the bow is gradually bloody, the white fascia and the pink muscle are separated, the long knife pokes a piece of blood-dripping flesh, and straightens the body, just Land allocation: "Give it to the elderly first!"

The bright red blood seeped into the soil continuously, and the women stretched out their skinny hands to hold the empty bowls to the sky, muttering the words in the Rosary, thanking the Holy Mother for His mercy, Vincent’s nerves were already numb, and he was lying sideways Half of his pale face was buried in the dirty mud, and frightened reptiles hurried past in front of his cornflower blue eyes and burrowed into his messy hair.

From his point of view, people's legs are like a dark forest. He saw his own blood slowly flowing out, mixed with sand and soil, being trampled into mud by people, crossing the jungle-like legs and feet, a pair of green eyes facing him watched.

Who are those... so familiar eyes...

The tortured Vincent couldn't think of anything, he could only stare at the other party, his lips fluttered, and he instinctively called for help.

Anyone can do it, anyone can do it, save him!He had done nothing wrong, why should he be tortured like this?Even if it’s a demon, it’s okay even if you want to take him to the hell of burning flames and brimstone——

Is there anyone to rescue him? !

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on this night,

A boring story happened in the village,

The compassionate doctor begs the devil for mercy,

The innocent pious rejoice,

Children and puppets stay out,

Watch silently.

Qiao Zhou was not surprised by this turning point. When the puppet copied his body, he found something different about Vincent. The copied body was incomplete, with only bones left in his hands, his right leg was empty below the knee, and the left half was empty. The chest and abdomen feel cold and hard to the touch, that is not the temperature of human limbs, but other things used to fill and support flesh and blood.

The puppet told him that what it copied was Vincent when he left Three Trees Village, so what happened in that village that caused Vincent to have such a terrible injury?

The ancient feudal village, the religious villagers, the scene of the epidemic, the doctor who promised to save them...

Qiao Zhou made a bold guess.

Facts have proved that his guess is very accurate.

The groundless theory of what to eat and what to make up for seems to be very prevalent in all countries, especially the more isolated and backward towns, the more people believe in it. Qiao Zhou stripped Vincent from this mutilated body without any surprise. There was a horrible truth.

Ever since leaving that village, this memory has been suppressed by Vincent in a dark corner. Qiao Zhou's words tore off the thin barrier, and dragged the old memory full of rotten blood into the light of day. under.

Vincent's breathing paused briefly.

The puppet huddled in Qiao Zhou's clothes was completely dumbfounded.

It never expected that this human being is so stubborn, he actually turned up the most embarrassing past of the crazy doctor, and even dared to get under his nose.

However, as Qiao Zhou's speculation got deeper and deeper, the power of the puppet was also gradually transforming his body. Abundant power poured into Qiao Zhou's limbs, and countless strange and familiar things cheered into his mind.

For a while, there were red velvet curtains with patterns of golden roses and honeysuckle flowers, sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a silver-plated teapot was placed on the cherry wood tea table, and the servant came in with steaming pastries and smiled at him;

For a while, in front of the sculpture fountain of the statue of a goddess holding a long-necked water bottle, the splashed water droplets like pearls glowed with colorful brilliance, young people with books came and went, their faces were full of high-spirited pride, and they looked at him. Nod respectfully and strike up a conversation with him;

For a while, there was a bright red sky with blurred traces, rugged mountain roads and dense forests, and the hot sunset burned his eyeballs, and the wooden sign that said Three Trees Village was bent back and forth in his sight, as if it had been twisted off;

Moments of dirt, reptiles, the smell of blood and demons dancing in carnival...

These strange memories drilled into Qiao Zhou's mind one after another. The excessive amount of information almost overloaded Qiao Zhou. It took him all his rationality to find himself in another person's memory, standing firmly in place without showing any flaws. .

There are many and complicated memories, but they are all fragmented fragments, which cannot be combined into a reasonable plot, and there are still many gaps. Qiao Zhou tried his best to get rid of distracting thoughts, and quickly picked out useful information from them, trying to grasp Vincent's soul.

But the reality didn't give him more time. Under the terrified gaze of the puppet, Vincent, who was carrying a steel pipe, began to change.

The middle-aged male doctor with his head bowed was originally slightly bloated, and the buttons of his white coat could barely be buttoned, but now his figure is shrinking rapidly, his fat waist is becoming thinner, his figure is elongated, and his limbs are faintly contoured She was long and straight, and her short black hair was fading, gradually turning silver gray like moonlight.

He is alienating, to be precise, he is changing towards what he should have been.

It turns out that after wearing human skin, the monsters will get closer to their original appearance with the passage of time, and will they eventually become their original appearance?

It should be regarded as the process of assimilating the soul into the body...

Qiao Zhou suddenly realized that when they changed back to their own appearance, their abilities should return to their peak, until they were equal to "Building No. [-]"? !

He also took a moment to think about this, the puppet was already scratching his chest through his clothes in a hurry, wishing to throw out everything he knew, but it didn't dare, Vincent in his heyday had room to manipulate Once it makes a sound and is heard by the other party, it will be arrested in minutes, and it is not uncommon for it to be dismantled into sawdust.

Even if Qiao Zhou beat Vincent with words and found out the truth about the other party's death, the power he copied still didn't reach [-]%, especially when Vincent went berserk because of his words——

There was a slight blue halo in those black eyes, mixed with elegant and soft purple, transitioning towards cornflower blue like ink smudged, the thin cheeks were sharply curved, and a few strands of long hair hung down on the forehead, Dull lips are brighter than dead rose petals.

—The dead are being raised.

Qiao Zhou turned a blind eye to the series of changes in the big boss, and seemed to have no psychological pressure at all. He pretended to be happy and said, "But you have already killed them, Vincent, are you unhappy?"

The shabby steel pipe disappeared, and it was replaced by a black cane with a low-key luster, thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, and long anti-slip chains hanging down the cheeks. There was a kind of expensive and fragile beauty. Wearing The handsome doctor in the white coat pressed his hands on the cane, and the scarlet lines appeared on the snow-white clothes from light to thick splashes of ink.

Standing there, he was like a living interpretation of a silent grand tragedy. He was originally a creation that God was proud of, but he was embraced by the devil. The temperament of genius and lunatic perfectly blended in him, like a raging fire. A glazed vessel cast in the palace is hard and fragile, but it can attract everyone to go crazy for him.

Sharp, morbid, insane.

crazy doctor.

"Why should I be shaken by the death of a group of ants?" The crazy doctor smiled reservedly, and the cornflower blue eyes were shining with compassion.

"How pitiful," he sighed with genuine emotion, "the passing of life is without sentimentality, and fate is so impermanent."

Qiao Zhou followed his words and probed further: "Life and death are part of the life process, life and death are of equal value."

"Yeah, so I complied with their wishes, let them heal and obtain a healthy body, and then generously bestowed upon them death."

The genius doctor whose white coat was splattered with scarlet blood sympathetically said, "It's a pity that I promised to cure them, but their bodies were healed, but their spirits were sick. I must fulfill my promise."

His words were somewhat contradictory. Qiao Zhou tried to grasp the wandering thread in his mind and connect everything together. When the cold wind suddenly appeared in his ears, his body's instincts were faster than his reason, and he raised his hand to block the sword that was close at hand.

Vincent crossed the distance between them in an instant like a ghost. He still had that crazy smile that was like a dream, and the rapier in his right hand lay across Qiao Zhou's neck. The blood grooves, the elegant honeysuckle and rose patterns cannot conceal the seductive essence of this vicious weapon.

...I made a mistake, I forgot that most of the canes of noble youths in that era had hidden canes and swords.

Qiao Zhou gritted his teeth, and the force from his hand was increasing. The crazy doctor smiled excitedly. He didn't have any idea of ​​using swordsmanship, but he tried to chop off the steel pipe in Qiao Zhou's hand, and cut the rapier directly into him. neck!

Madman's choice.

Unlike the Vincent just now who would be teased by Qiao Zhou's words, the waking mad doctor didn't care what Qiao Zhou said at all. I am you and you are me. He didn't care whether what Qiao Zhou said was true or not.

He just wanted to kill him.

Thanks to the truth unearthed just now, Qiao Zhou's strength has also increased a lot. At least he didn't have his head cut open by the crazy doctor in the first place. Instant death against the mad doctor's steel rapier.

During the confrontation between the two sides, the crazy doctor approached Qiao Zhou's face affectionately, his gaze wandered like a snake, and he gently kissed Qiao Zhou's broken hair on the back of his hand when the weapon collided.

It's unbelievably soft at the touch of a finger.