Haunted Places Live

Chu Yang withdrew his tentacles suddenly, his body trembling as if he couldn't bear it, and his face was already full of tears.He couldn't recover, he couldn't tell whether it was Lynch or himself who was in pain, the rotten and swollen body of the dead boy was especially in the corner of his eyes, as if he would cry out sadly at any time.

Pain that is so thick that it cannot be resolved, whether it is physical or psychological.Everywhere is black, and the absolute evil without hope is like a thick concrete wall that encloses people layer by layer, a real hell.

Lynch turned his head slightly, looking at Chu Yang who seemed to be on the verge of collapse.He stretched out his hand and gently held Chu Yang's hand, "I said it all, it's not a good memory. Look, I can't stand it."

Chu Yang's uncontrollable trembling passed to Lin Qi through his hands, and the unstoppable sobbing made him choke from time to time.He seemed to want to regain self-control, but the emotional shock he felt was too strong for him to calm down for a while.

Lynch didn't speak, just held his hand quietly.

This is Lynch's memory, and only a small part of it.

Lynch has to face this kind of memory every day, and he can't forget it even if he wants to, revisiting it over and over again, so it is so specific and vivid, and it has such a strong sense of reality and appeal.

How painful should he be?

The more he thought about it, the more intense the pain in his heart became, like a spasm.But Chu Yang knew that he had to control himself, and now was not the time for him to collapse.If it's just perception and memory, it's unbearable, so what else can we talk about to help Lynch share?

Seeing that Chu Yang seemed to have calmed down a little, Lin Qi asked softly, "Do you want to continue?"

Chu Yang took a deep breath and nodded.

Lynch opened his eyes slightly unexpectedly, "Are you sure? It will damage your spirit, right?"

Chu Yang wiped the tears off his face with his palm, and tugged at the corner of his mouth, "It's okay. Don't you carry these memories with you every day?"

Lynch looked at him in a daze.Chu Yang poked out the vine again and attached it to his temple.

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Lynch killed all the guards working at the crematorium at the time, including Merrick.

He didn't know what was drilled out of his hands, but that thing seemed to be one with him.He could manipulate them, as if they were extensions of him, but at the same time had some mind of their own.

Where those strange and dazzling colors passed, all the guards withered and shriveled quickly, with large areas of corpse spots covering their bodies.He controlled those colors to drill into the bodies of those Nazis from every hole, and let them rampage between every cell molecule, causing all body systems to collapse instantly, and all flesh and blood were stripped from the bones and fell apart.During this process of destruction, it was as if something hot was absorbed by the colors and entered into his body, and he felt that his body seemed to become lighter and disappear, leaving only those colors, those colors that erode everything.

But when it came to killing Merik, he was less merciful.He killed him in a very slow manner.He let the color of the stars enter his skin, and the skin was glassed from the muscles, and the skin turned black and fell off piece by piece, in pain like Ling Chi.Then he let the star color enter his abdominal cavity, and let his dirty intestines flow out from his lower body; then the star color entered his ears, causing him to have severe to terrible tinnitus, and finally deaf, followed by the eyes, the eyeballs turned into A puddle of pus flowed out from the eye socket.

Merik howled and rolled on the ground, and the sound of screams came out of the barracks and drifted far away.In the end he didn't have the strength to scream, but just kept twitching, as if being passed by an electric current.

And the prisoners who came with him, seeing these horrific scenes, were all frightened out of their minds.Some screamed and ran away in fright, while others were like frightened rabbits, staying in place and staring at him with dull eyes.

Lynch told them, "Come on, you're free." They didn't respond either.

Lynch himself was also in a trance, not sure if all this was a dream.He walked out of the crematorium and walked in the direction of the No. [-] camp.The Nazi guards in the distance saw the abnormal colors in the direction of the crematorium, as well as those shouts, and they had assembled a small team to check.They only saw an Asian man walking towards them in a prison uniform, two constantly changing and flickering mysterious colors spread out from his rotten hands like silk ribbons, swaying gently behind him.

The scene was so strange that the Nazi soldiers were stunned.As Lynch got closer, they started shooting at Lynch.

But when the bullet passed through Lynch's body, those colors quickly drilled into the wound, and then the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.That color enveloped Lynch's whole body, he was like a god of death approaching, no weapon could hurt him.

Soon, those soldiers were also swallowed by the stars.

In this way, Lynch entered the No. [-] camp and started a massacre.Wherever he passed, all the Nazi guards fell like dominoes, quickly rotting and shrinking.When the prisoners who were not injured by him saw this horrific and weird scene of killing, many of them were completely frightened and stupid, and some of them knelt down and begged for mercy.

Lynch turned a deaf ear to everything, the wind and the color of the stars curled his slightly curly hair, and the loose prison clothes fluttered, making him look like a wandering spirit.

He searched the entire camp, but couldn't find Rosenberg.

Then he went back to the third camp and continued his killing.He felt that he couldn't stop. When those colors devoured the lives of those Nazis, life flowed to him continuously, and all the pain was relieved, and he felt stronger than ever.Those Nazis who trampled him, trampled them all under their feet, and didn't treat them as human beings were crushed like ants in front of him. The feeling was so wonderful that it was indescribable.

Perhaps this is the cruelty in human nature, the cruelty that everyone has.As long as it is given the right soil, it will eventually grow into a monster that devours everything.

Maybe he was a monster himself.

But the prisoners saved by him were not grateful to him, but feared him, thinking he was a demon from hell.But Lynch didn't care, he didn't want any gratitude, all he wanted was revenge.

He wants to destroy these concentration camps one by one.

Later, Lynch found Rosenberg.It turned out that he was transferred from the second camp to another concentration camp and was used for military human experiments.When Lynch found him, part of his frontal lobe had been removed. Although he was alive, he was just sitting on a chair with a pair of dull eyes, no ability to think, and no one recognized him.

No matter how Lynch called him, how much he hugged and cried, he didn't respond.

Finally, Lynch kissed him lightly on the forehead.Then he let a ray of astral light enter through his eyes, and put him to sleep forever.He kept holding Rosenberg, holding the man who was more like his father than his own real father, letting that body go limp in his arms.

After that, Lynch disappeared.

He knew that someone was looking for him, not just the Nazis, but other forces, forces related to the color of his body.

Incognito, he made a living on the money he stole from those Nazi officers, while trying to find out what the color was.Gradually, he got some clues, and inquired about some "secret organizations" from some street rumors.People in those organizations worship some weird evil gods and make deals with the devil.

However, he really heard about the name Xingzhicai after he met a third-rate writer.The writer himself was also a multi-observer, but he didn't believe in the Four Holy Sees, so he didn't join any faction.He knew a lot about the Presbyterian Church and happened to be a fan of Lynch, so he told him everything in detail.

Only then did Lynch know what he was.

His mother has been trying to protect him so she doesn't let him know anything.

And his father...

When the writer told him how important a "person" his father was, Lynch felt nothing but resentment.

His father knew everything, but never told him, never guided him.

Not only his father, but all those members of the Presbyterian Church, all those multiple observers in the Four Holy Sees, if they have such a powerful force, why do they turn a blind eye and remain indifferent in the face of such evil?Why didn't anyone help them when the concentration camps were so desperate?

No, these so-called multi-observers don't care about the life and death of zero-level observers at all.They probably even had informants among the Nazis.

Lynch just felt sick.

In the process of exile, he also gradually discovered that evil permeated not only those Nazi soldiers, but permeated every civilian who was insensitive and indifferent.Even among ordinary Germans, few people sympathize with the suffering of the Jews, and few people question the crazy government.As a result, the small group who dared to fight and dare to question were quickly reported and betrayed by their friends and family members because of the little reward, and were quickly eliminated by the Nazis.

Those people talked about the treachery and cunning of the Jews, as if they had suffered a lot from the Jews and had some deep hatred.It seems that the label of Jews means that every individual is exactly the same, as if killing them is justified, just like exterminating pests, there is nothing to sympathize with.

These people, although they didn't really raise the butcher's knives, all of those raised butcher's knives had their help.

This is the real world, the real humanity.Stupidity, evil, violence, greed... always want to trample on those who are weaker than themselves, always think that they are right, and never want to face the real self.

When you are unfortunate enough to be the minority chosen to be sacrificed in such a group, you simply have no power to resist.You can only keep lying to yourself that you will get through it and everything will be fine.You don't know that what awaits you is the gas chamber crematorium, and you don't know that those crazy and brutal things that you think "they would never do" are actually done.

Lynch hated it all.The hatred gradually swallowed all his emotions and became the only thing that existed in his body.

He then began to appear as a singer in the homes of some Nazi officers, using his singing to sow the seeds of self-destruction in the minds of all those Nazis.The seeds will not show results immediately, but they will take root and sprout, affecting their every decision, leading them to the most painful death.

He also began to use his personality charm and singing voice that he has experienced for many years to influence ordinary people and young people who may be multi-observers.Gradually, he had his first followers.These people have long been unable to endure the cold and high-handed Nazi rule, and cannot tolerate the cruel truth in the concentration camp that Lynch told them.A considerable number of these people are even descendants of Nazi officers, and they provided enough help for Lynch's "assassination" and disguise of identity.And those street eyeliners ensured that Lynch would not be found by the Presbyterians.

Lynch, who was immersed in the vortex of killing and revenge, didn't realize that he hadn't thought of his mother for a long time.It wasn't until the news of the D-Day landings spread throughout the streets that he suddenly felt a strong urge.

He wanted to go home, to see his mother.

But he was already the leader of those followers and could not withdraw immediately.It was not until the decline of the Nazis that it was impossible to recover that Lynch finally decided to go home.

However, he did not expect that there was only an empty house and a tombstone waiting for him.

It turned out that when he was struggling to swallow the moldy bread, when he was carrying bricks in a high fever, when he was tortured and beaten, when he was swallowed by the flames of hatred and revenge, his mother had already passed away.

Lynch quickly understood why he survived even though he was shot and fell down.Why does the star color suddenly appear on my body.

It turned out that he himself had already killed his own mother.

It was his ignorance, stupidity, and pride that drove his mother and himself to destruction.

It turned out that the person he should hate the most was himself.

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It was only here that Chu Yang disconnected from Lynch's memory.

His whole body was in a trance, as if a sledgehammer was beating in his head, and it hurt dullly.There was also a dull pain in the chest, and there was still a slight numbness in the fingertips.

Lynch sat up straight and looked out the window.It was already noon at this time, and the time was not long, but the memory had gone for many, many years.

Chu Yang's expression worried him a little. He raised his gloved hand and gently stroked Chu Yang's cheek, "Are you okay?"

Chu Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a hoarse voice, "What about you?"

The noon sun fell on Lynch's eyes, with a layer of gilt, a little gentle, "I'm not doing well."

No, Lynch is not nice at all.

He's lived so long with these memories, with this regret and self-loathing, with all this hatred and disappointment.Could it be that the first 23 years of his life were too easy and sunny, so the next 80 years had nothing but darkness.

But Lin Qi was once such a proud and dazzling young man, it's not fair...

"I'm sorry..." Chu Yang's lips trembled a little.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry... I wasn't with you at the time... I couldn't help you."

This sentence, for some reason, suddenly poked at a small crack in Lynch's heart that had been tempered for thousands of years, right in the heart.He pulled Chu Yang over, put his arms around his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "Fool, even your grandpa might have just been born at that time. What does it have to do with you?"

Chu Yang also hugged Lin Qi tightly, as if afraid that he would evaporate.

"I'm not leaving." Chu Yang said to Lin Qi, and also said to himself, "I am willing to stay."