Haunted Places Live

The three of them looked at the blacked out video window, and no one spoke for a while.

Chu Yang suddenly said in a low voice, "A fifth-level observer, what he said is..." Me?

He didn't dare to say everything, because he wasn't sure how much Xiao Yiquan knew.Though he doubted they would meet, and it was no coincidence that the doctor had offered to speak to him.

Lynch was also quite shocked.From Chu Yang's current point of view, the power of observation is indeed very strong, and he can write the song of death after only watching the first act of the king in yellow. He is probably a fourth-level observer who has not yet fully developed all his abilities.But there is an almost insurmountable gap between level five and level four. If level four observers are wizards, level five is like a demigod.That is determined by talent, and few people can achieve it by hard work the day after tomorrow.

Xiao Yiquan crossed his arms, turned his head to look at Chu Yang, and said in a gentle but firm voice, "I don't think we should play charades anymore. Chu Yang, I know that the person we are looking for is another you in the parallel reality, That's why I became Chen Yi's doctor, waiting for you to appear. But it seems that in our reality, you are only a third-level observer. Observation ability is largely innate, and there should be no third-level to fifth-level observers. such a big difference.”

Chu Yang frowned, "I don't play the cello anymore, and I don't know much about your troubles. The me who did all this... is obviously very different from me. It's not the same person's difference at all. After he finished speaking, he turned to Lynch, "Did you bring me here on purpose? Want to catch that person through me?"

"Please, you are the one who wants to go back to China to visit the sick." Lynch had an innocent expression.

There seems to be some truth in saying this... But Chu Yang always feels that there seems to be an invisible thread in the dark, which is pulling all his actions, like a huge puppeteer, holding the invisible thread of fate, and pulling them together. These dolls are manipulated between the palms.

"And he just mentioned the Necronomicon

The third volume, won't it be the third volume in the original Arabic language? Lynch reached out and flipped through the messy documents on the table, "Xiao Yiquan, do you have any in your hand?"But don't lie to people at this time.Don't worry, even if you have it, I won't snatch it.I don't even want that kind of hot potato. "

"I don't have any in my hands. Obviously, I am responsible for taking care of this reality." Xiao Yiquan sighed, his eyes filled with deep worry, "If their goal is the Necronomicon, they will be in big trouble..."

Lin Qi and Xiao Yiquan both looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.Chu Yang didn't know what the Necronomicon was, but it probably wasn't a good thing. It was probably an evil thing that came out of the so-called closed reality similar to the King in Yellow.He feels like he's been in this horrible hospital long enough, and he really doesn't want to see another version of himself, and it's likely to be a very evil and perverted version of himself.So he couldn't help asking, "What are you two going to do? Didn't he say not to try to catch those people, and go back and cut off the connection with this reality?"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly a faint sound of the piano floated in the air like a ghost again.Not only Chu Yang, but even Lin Qi could recognize the melody this time.

Death Song.

In the lonely deep sea under the moon, the lonely blue whale slowly suffocates to death in loneliness, and the endless despair washes over like waves.It's a music that has a body, that can reach into your head, reweave the nightmares of your short life that you thought were finally over, and thread all the mistakes you've made into chains.You will see how in your innocent childhood, how you isolated and bullied the skinny boy sitting in the row against the wall with the rest of the class, how you watched the strongest kid in the class take his schoolbag from three When the building was thrown down, he laughed and laughed beside him.You will see that when you were eight years old, you slapped a female classmate in the class like your father slapped your mother, and then you were still full of grievances when the teacher asked the parents to criticize you.You will see that when you are 16 years old, you secretly seduce your best friend’s boyfriend, and send text messages to that boy when your best friend and her boyfriend are arguing, and you will also see that when you are 30 years old, you look at the child you just gave birth in your arms, There was no trace of love in his heart, and he even wanted to strangle him to death in his infancy.You're still 40 years old and feigning sadness next to your mother's failing Alzheimer's organs, wondering impatiently why she's still alive.

You think you are a good person, and you think that many difficulties, pain, guilt, shame, and patience will pass. What you don’t know is that you are just as despicable as other sentient beings, and you are also enduring while creating hatred and pain. , your future will never get better.Those so-called open-mindedness in their forties are just getting used to the torture of life.

This kind of sadness and despair, the despair of being born as a human being, was infinitely amplified by the sound of the piano, and became an impulse like poison.Urging you to end all these useless struggles,

"Chu Yang! Turn off the live broadcast!" Lynch suddenly shouted, covering his ears tightly with his hands.Xiao Yiquan did the same thing.Chu Yang hurriedly cut off the live broadcast, but when he looked up, he saw that even though the ears of the two were tightly blocked with their hands, their expressions gradually became slightly inappropriate, and their eyes gradually drifted towards Kong Mang.It can be seen that Lynch is trying his best to resist the influence of the music, but he can't relax. If he is a little careless, the music will vaguely affect his mind, and he doesn't know what the consequences will be.

Chu Yang didn't cover his ears.He was a little fascinated.

The sound of the piano is even more moving than his playing, as if every movement takes into account both perfect control and ease of freedom. Even though he wrote the melody, it sounds more perfect than any performance he has ever performed.He moved towards the gate, but Lin Qi's voice came from behind him, "Chu Yang! Don't go!"

Chu Yang forgot that he was very resistant to seeing another self just now, but now, listening to the saddest music in the world, he thinks he needs to see him.After all, it was an alter ego who had caused those poor victims to mutate, and he felt it was his duty to do something about it.

Chu Yang looked back at Lin Qi, and said, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of this music. Cover your ears." Then he closed the door.

The music echoed in the corridor, but there was no one else.Chu Yang quickly ran towards the corner looking for the sound, but the music always seemed to be floating farther away, and he couldn't touch it no matter what.

Suddenly, he stopped in a corridor.

In front of him, stood two people.A man and a woman, the man is tall and strong, wearing a black suit, but wearing a pale mask on his face.The woman is curvy and slim, dressed in a handsome leather jacket and skinny jeans, with long silky hair and her face is also covered by a Japanese Zengnv mask.

And behind them sat a man playing the cello in a dilapidated hospital wheelchair.His whole body was wrapped in a black dress suit, with a black bow tie around his neck, and a black bird-head mask on his face that looked like a doctor during the Black Death period. Only his wrists and a part of his exposed neck looked paler. It was whiter than Chu Yang's own skin, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long, long time.

He swung his arms enthusiastically, swaying his body gently with the music, and the cello Chu Yang in his arms was all too familiar.Cremona's SC-500 is his second cello. On his 17th birthday, his grandpa's sister, that is, his grandma, gave him a birthday present, and it was also the last one she gave him. A birthday present, and she passed away three months later.There was also a scratch on the side of the piano case, which he accidentally rubbed against the door frame.

The man playing the piano didn't seem to feel his approach at all, he was completely immersed in the music, but that intoxication carried an inexplicable darkness, melancholy, and a fearful evil.

Chu Yang suddenly felt that there was a gap between himself and the opposite self.

"Stop!!!" Chu Yang yelled at the man, at himself, "Stop continuing! Haven't you killed enough people?!"

Almost beyond his expectation, the man actually stopped.The bowstring hangs in mid-air, and the silent silhouette of the huge bird's beak on the mask is filled with a sense of unspoken coercion.

In an instant, all sounds in the world seemed to disappear.The whole space was suffocatingly silent, and the only thing Chu Yang could hear was his breathing that hadn't calmed down because of running all the way.The man wearing the bird-head mask turned his head slowly, and the moment his eyes met, Chu Yang suddenly felt that many, many vague memories flooded into his mind quickly, but only for a moment, those memories quickly dissipated like smoke.What is left is just a feeling hanging in my heart.

A desert-like desolation and desolation, as well as a reckless, terribly hot attachment.

Chu Yang, who was wearing a mask, stood up slowly, turned around, and stopped looking at him.There seemed to be some contempt in the last look he gave him.

The other Chu Yang said in a voice he was familiar with that was exactly the same as him but without any emotion, "Kill him."

After finishing speaking, his bow was drawn down in the air, and the original continuous scene seemed to be torn open a gap, and there was even a sticky gossamer still unbroken.Behind the rift lay a dizzying darkness without a ray of light.Chu Yang, wearing a mask, just stepped into the black hole-like crack. The moment his body was engulfed by the darkness, the crack stuck together again, as if there was only one wheelchair in the corridor from the beginning, and no one had passed. A man with a bird's head mask.

The moment the crack disappeared, the two men and women who had been standing still like sculptures suddenly started to move.From behind their masks, countless black strips suddenly shot out like fireworks bursting, like thousands of thin tentacles, spread out like two giant nets in front of him, and then poured towards him. Down.He didn't even have time to run away, only time to put his hands up to shield his head, not even time to panic in his mind.

However, the expected indescribable touch did not come, he opened his eyes, but was surprised to see Lin Qi and Xiao Yiquan standing in front of him, one on the left and one on the right.Lynch's left glove had been taken off, and his deformed left hand was raised in the air. A large mysterious and dazzling illusion filled the air, blocking those tentacles pouring down like black water in the air.Those black earthworm-like things kept rolling and twisting, and the color of the star controlled by Lynch was also flowing and changing in an extremely rapid manner, mixing with the black tentacles, as if extremely anxious.

In front of Xiao Yiquan on the other side, a barrier of raging fire appeared strangely, but the flame was icy blue.

The fight between the two sides was actually only a few seconds, and then the wave of black tentacles faded away in an instant, and the two of them took a few steps back, as if they were invincible.They looked at each other, as if hesitating whether to proceed with the order.At this opportunity, Lynch uttered a series of incantations at a very fast speed, and more illusions poured out from the cracked skin of his left hand. In an instant, the entire corridor seemed to be covered by that disgusting yet beautiful, dazzling Filled with a strange brilliance of inscrutability and evil.When the two saw this, although they couldn't see their expressions, Chu Yang could smell some kind of fear in them strangely.At this time, Lynch was completely different from usual. In his deep eyes, there was a cold, bloodthirsty, animal light.It is a desire to kill that is divorced from human morality and deeply rooted in human animal nature.

"Catch as many alive as possible!" Xiao Yiquan shouted to him from the side.

"Whispering!" Lynch complained, and suddenly grabbed his hand fiercely, the sky full of colors seemed to have heard some kind of order, like a huge net, suddenly gathered towards the two men in black.The two had nowhere to escape, but at the critical moment, a black wound was torn out again in mid-air, like a mouth swallowing two minions in black, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Fuck!!!!" Lynch cursed, this was the first time Chu Yang saw him so frustrated and angry.

Xiao Yiquan rushed to the place where the two disappeared, and found a few drops of black matter on the ground.He knelt down, dipped a little of the black liquid that looked like paste with his fingers, put it in his nose and sniffed it, "The Temple of Chaos."

"Are you okay?" Lin Qi, who took back all the stars in his hands, put on his gloves and looked at Chu Yang with concern. His face was obviously haggard, and he even seemed a little...a little older?

Chu Yang said, "I saw him."

Lin Qi said, "I know, otherwise the sound of the zither would not stop." If the sound of the zither did not stop, they would have no way to act, let alone rush to rescue Chu Yang in time.

Lin Qi had an inexplicable intuition that maybe the target of that dangerous fifth-level observer, Chu Yang, was Chu Yang in each reality... When Xiao Yiquan in the video said that Chu Yang, who caused the infection, did not belong to this collapsed reality, but He entered from another reality, and after Chu Yang had already eliminated this reality, he had this kind of guess.When Chu Yang was attracted by the music, Lin Qi also strongly felt the danger, the danger gathered on Chu Yang.

At that time, he covered his ears and staggered to catch up with Chu Yang, but the sound of the piano was too strong, many times stronger than the songs he had heard from Chu Yang in the bar, even he couldn't bear it.It was impossible for him in that state to save his Chu Yang.

Fortunately, Chu Yang used some method to stop the music.

The believers of the Chaos Temple are different from their elders. They did not choose to accept the stigmata in a parasitic way, but directly mutated their bodies.But the use of music to influence people's minds is obviously only used by members of the Presbyterian Church.Chu Yang is a cello genius, and his grandfather is also a music teacher. No matter how you look at it, he should be a descendant of the Presbyterian Church.But why did the fifth-level observer, Chu Yang, become the leader of the two followers of the Chaos Temple?

"The piano he uses is the same as mine. But... I don't understand..." Chu Yang stretched out his hand to support his aching forehead, "How did I become like that?"

"As I said, experience and memory have a huge impact on a person." Lynch's voice was low and gentle. Through the glove, he gently raised Chu Yang's face with his hand, staring into his eyes seriously, "I don't know what you experienced in that reality. But in our reality, I promise I won't let you become like that."

"If it doesn't become like that... I have no power to fight back in front of him..." Chu Yang whispered, the feeling of being crushed by an existence that was too much beyond himself made him feel a little bit Suppressing the feeling of suffocation, "What if he wants to invade and infect our reality?"

The only reason he is alive now is probably the contemptuous look that another Chu Yang gave him at the end.Knowing that he was too weak, he just handed him over to two subordinates instead of doing it himself.

He had a strong intuition that he and that Chu Yang would meet again.When that person wants to hurt and infect Chen Yi, Zhu Heze and Su Yu, or even Lin Qi, is he capable of protecting them now?

"They won't succeed." Xiao Yiquan came from behind them and said firmly, "I will report this matter when I go back, and I will never let them continue to be so presumptuous."

The author has something to say: Students who don’t know what kind of bird’s beak mask doctors wore during the Black Death can check it out~ I think it’s a very sexy mask (cover your face)