Haunted Places Live

The four voices collided together, and the forces of mutual checks and balances collided, and the frantic music could not be tolerated by any clear consciousness.If Lynch hadn't wrapped Zhao Censhang and Devourer Chu Yang with his tentacles in time, their brains would probably be destroyed in an instant.

Amidst the sound of the piano, the sound of the wind, and the sound of singing, the consciousness of the four people intertwined with each other, and countless fragments of images scattered like dust in everyone's mind.

Chu Yang could feel that another self was trying to touch his memory again and again, trying to tamper with his memory.But the other party hadn't read the Necronomicon after all, and hadn't developed all of his abilities, so he couldn't enter for a long time.But he could use his own piano sound to carry Lin Qi's singing voice, and penetrate into Chu Yi's mind bit by bit.

But every time he was about to tear apart Chu Yi's memory, the prophet's voice would interrupt his progress.As a result, the conflict intensifies rapidly, and every time the mutual interference and collision of sounds, the ripples caused will spread to all realities.The originally relatively independent and calm lake surface among the various realities was suddenly torn apart by meteorites falling from the sky, and the hundreds of realities closest to them began to turmoil, and even partially collapsed.

In the countless white voids in reality, huge eyes slowly opened.Countless translucent tentacles that were originally dormant slowly stretched out, and large black spots began to appear on them.

During the fierce confrontation, the consciousness of the four suddenly produced a strange resonance.

Suddenly, everything is quiet.

The four of them stood on a piece of calm water, a dark green lake.In the distance, two huge suns, one purple-red and one blue-blue, are slowly sinking below the surface of the lake.Facing the other side of the twin suns, a huge city stretched out its majestic and ancient arms to meet the last chaotic and strange twilight of the setting sun.

They know this place. In the long poems of the King in Yellow, in the plays of the King in Yellow, and in the inscriptions of the King in Yellow, the destruction of this ancient city is described everywhere.

Carcosa, the kingdom of the king in yellow, the origin of all art, beauty and ugliness.

The yellow clouds drifting across the sky are like tattered rags from the robes of the king in yellow, and the wind blows from every direction, with fragrance and stench, carrying a vague music, music from themselves.

Chu Yang saw a red line appearing on his chest, connecting to Chu Yi on the opposite side.And the same red line appeared on Lynch's chest, connecting to the prophet's chest.

But there is more than one red line.Instead, thousands of them scattered out like rays, submerging below the surface of the lake.He lowered his head, only to find pale, swollen faces floating deep in the pus-green water lines.

his own face.

All the Chu Yangs, all the dead ones, or the Chu Yangs whose bodies were not dead but whose minds and minds had perished, fell asleep under the surface of the lake.Their memories, emotions, and sanity, like a chaotic and thick mist, rose from the lake and gradually drowned everything.

Lynch also saw the same scene, the difference was that what he saw in the lake was himself, the dead self in a different reality.Although he died, the memories, emotions and spirits that existed in the past still exist, and they flowed to him wave after wave from every corner of the long river of time.

They became each of themselves at the same time, and experienced all the fragments of each life, all the emotional ups and downs, all the rationality and madness.They saw the relatives and friends they lost bit by bit, and saw the war, hunger and death they experienced in every world.

Even the hostile self has become a part of itself.On the one hand, he wanted to destroy everything, erase the past, and regain the lost happiness.On the other side, it tries to protect, to protect everything that has happened, to protect the marks left by countless lives that can only exist once in countless realities.

Their thoughts began to split and divide, as if two completely different souls were fighting in one body, fighting for who could survive in the end.

In the end, Chu Yang and Lin Qi returned to this life.

Chu Yang sat on the porch of the vacation cabin in Yosemite, the cool and not biting air blowing his cheeks.In the distance, he saw a beautiful male deer with huge and complicated antlers, standing by the lake and looking at him from afar.And Lynch opened the door and came out of the house, holding two cups of Irish coffee in his hand.The aroma of wine and coffee permeates the nose, with a strong and warm taste.At night, they hugged each other tightly in bed, listening to the silent rustling of snowflakes falling on the eaves outside the window.

At the same time, Chu Yang returned to his childhood, the fire in the fireplace was flickering, and the lights on the Christmas tree kept flickering.Grandpa was sitting in an armchair, reading a book with flower glasses on, while he excitedly unwrapped the Christmas present and found it was a game console, lying on the floor to play happily.The air is filled with the sweet smell of baked cakes, with a glass of chocolate milk on the side.Grandpa was tired from reading, so he looked up and asked him if he wanted to eat cake.He cheered happily.

Lynch was back at Marianne Bray on a late spring afternoon.He ran crazily in the forest, chasing a hare, and fell in a muddy puddle that was still wet after the rain. When he returned home, his elegant clothes were soiled, and his face was like a big cat.The maids giggled, while his mother, who was drinking afternoon tea and basking in the sun doing embroidery, pulled him over, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and complained that he was getting skinny, but her tone was clearly full of indulgence.

Chu Yang and Lin Qi went back to that night to celebrate the night when Chen Yi was discharged from the hospital.He and Lynch had been busy all day and made a sumptuous dinner.An idol drama was playing on the TV, Chen Yi was wearing a cute pink wig and was gossip about a star in the entertainment industry, Zhu Heze was peeling shrimp for her, Su Yu was next to Chen Yi from time to time, and Chen Yi came back.Bai Dian held the impatient steamed bun and touched it endlessly.At this time the doorbell rang, and Lynch stood up to open the door, but saw the handsome male protagonist Zhao Censhang on the TV standing outside the door, holding two large bouquets of roses in his hand, looking handsomely at the two screaming ladies. A smile: "Happy discharge."

They also went back to the 8 goods store, Lynch dragged him around, and the two went to the cinema to watch a movie, during which Chu Yang fell asleep leaning on Lynch's shoulder, and his saliva even stained Lynch's shirt.Later, in that dark storage room, Lynch put a ring on Chu Yang's hand.Chu Yang noticed a strange coat of arms engraved on the inside of the ring, so he asked Lynch, "What does this mean?"

This time Lynch didn't answer as he remembered, "...it's nothing special, I chose it randomly." He hooked Chu Yang's finger and said seriously, "This is the coat of arms of my mother's family, which has been passed down from generation to generation. Come down. When we meet someone we like, we will engrave this coat of arms on the token of love and give it to the other party."

Chu Yang looked at Lin Qi stupidly, his cheeks became hot, "You...you mean..."

"I mean I like you, fool." Lynch rolled his eyes and smiled softly at him.

Countless moments, countless years, like a long surging river washed away their consciousness covered in darkness and dust.It turned out that in the gap between those painful memories, there are so many happy memories.So much happiness that only happens in their reality, if it is obliterated, it will be completely gone.

Chu Yang didn't want to lose these.

Even with so much regret, even though he had nothing but Lynch, he still didn't want to lose it.So he decided, he's going to grab it, he's going to keep it.

At the moment of making a decision, Chu Yi's thoughts were quickly infected by Chu Yang.His piano sound became chaotic and out of tune.Finally, the four strings snapped one after another, bloody tears welled up in his eyes, but the vines were no longer under his control.What filled Chu Yi's memory was the same happy memory, all the bits and pieces of warmth he had with his Lynch.He remembered Lynch patiently teaching him the Presbyterian ciphertext, remembering Lynch singing the tune he wrote over and over again, occasionally revising the score with a pen, remembering that Lynch finally met Chu for the first time one year after losing his lover. The drizzle outside the window when Yang smiled, remembering that when he came back from the mission, he lost five years of memory because of excessive use of the dirty twins, so Lynch pretended that they met for the first time, and had a little bit of time with him in three months in love.

If everything is rewritten, these will be gone.

Is he willing?

When Chu Yi was defeated, Chu Yang and Lin Qi's music rushed towards the Prophet with an overwhelming momentum.Even if it is as powerful as a prophet, it has gradually begun to be influenced by them.He began to see many memories that he thought he had long forgotten, the carefree years when he lived with his mother in Marianne Bray Manor at the beginning, and the memory of meeting Chu Yang later.Although these memories are short, they are still vivid. Even the touch of the setting sun on the skin and the unique smell on the water in Venice are as clear as before.

The moment the Prophet began to decline, his control over Chu Yi and the Devourer Chu Yang also began to fail.As a result, the vines burst out from the bodies of the other two Chu Yang again, wrapping layer by layer towards Lin Qi at the center of the vortex.

The three Chuyangs, the vines of memory, empathy and sanity, simultaneously penetrated into the prophet's mind.They saw that the prophet's memory had been touched.

It was a curtain, a black mist covered with black entropy.The trace left by Nyarlathotep.

The vines probed into the black mist, and really touched a sealed memory, a memory that even the Prophet himself didn't know existed.

It was a memory that was poured into the prophet's mind by the prophet's Chu Yang when he was protecting the prophet at the last moment when he was swallowed by the power of the preface.In that memory, the two of them lived in a reality that was very similar to theirs, but neither of them were multi-observers, just normal human beings.The concept of multi-observer is completely absent.Chu Yang is a cellist, his father is an engineer, and Lynch is a singer. His mother used to be a movie actress, but now she is retired, and lives with his father in England.

In that vivid and complete memory, the two got married in Canada and lived in a small pale yellow house by the sea on Nanaimo Island.The two of them will come to this small house to rest for a while after they have just toured, lying on the deck chairs and watching the speedboats speeding by on the sea and the seagulls eating oysters on the beach full of oyster shells after low tide. Kissing in the night full of galactic light.They lived peacefully in this cycle of creation, performance, and rest until they retired in their 60s.After that, I traveled around the world for several years, ate all the delicacies in the world, saw the relics of all civilizations, walked hand in hand in many beautiful small towns, and watched the sunrise and sunset on different coasts.Then, when they were about 70 years old, the two hugged each other and lay on the big bed, and passed away quietly in a dream.

That was another life, a life that was complete and real to the point of being boring, without any ups and downs, and would not even leave a trace in the memory of reality.

That was the happiness Chu Yang gave Lin Qi, and he knew that he would always owe Lin Qi happiness.He worked hard and returned it to him in his own way.

Maybe he has been weaving this memory to be so detailed and real, maybe he has already foreseen that one day he will no longer be able to accompany Lynch.He was afraid that Lynch would fall into the darkness of 80 years ago again, so he wanted to leave him a new life, a piece of sunshine that could dispel everything.

The moment the three Chu Yang revealed the memory sealed by Nyarlathotep, the prophet's singing stopped.

The memory of that complete life poured into his mind swallowed by madness and darkness, like a peaceful ballad.

Tears welled up from his long-dried eyes, and for a split second, he lived through that life.

Every day, every hour, every minute.Nothing big or small, trivial and real.

He clearly felt that they met in the class of the Conservatory of Music, the first time he held Chu Yang's hand in the dark of the movie theater, the first time they secretly kissed under the plane tree at school, and they argued fiercely in the room How should a piece of music be performed? They quarreled and reconciled because of various trivial matters.

The surrounding environment at that time, the feeling of the wind blowing on the skin, and the smell in the nose.Every perception is real.

That is the most extreme memory, enough to create memories of the past.

The prophet's tentacles began to fall from the air and began to shrink towards his body.The process of merging the disintegrated worlds stopped, and Lynch took this opportunity to push the two invading realities apart again.

Did they win?

Chu Yang was a little confused, a little confused, a sense of tranquility and stability, along with the memory of the gone hostility Chu Yang spread to all realities, to all twins.

However, at this moment, the God of Preface descended.