Mysterious Life Simulator

Chapter 28 The Return of the Soul
The story ends here.

The man named He Gang still has many, many memories, and many, many regrets.

But George couldn't look any further.

He opened his eyes with a heavy heart.

At this time, those deceitful sons who were mixed in the blood and crushed into mud seemed to gradually turn into bright lights.

If the Xinghe River goes against the current.

If the lights are bright.

Their bodies are slowly dismembering from solid matter, and become a galaxy that gathers together bit by bit.

The bright and bright river floated up, and it was no longer as weird as before. It only revolved around George for a few weeks, and heavy sighs sounded in his ears one after another.

Then, everything goes back to old times.

【dong——】

【dong——】

【dong——】

It turned out that the bronze bell on the dome of the temple-like laboratory was suddenly struck by the wind pouring in from the door, and the lamps emitting strong light and high temperature shattered one by one.

until there is only the last one left.

that lamp...

dim.

dim.

different from others.

It's been here for a long time.

Maybe ten years, maybe 20 years, its surface is covered with thick gray, and the light is as pale as dusk.

Looking at the corpses all over the place, George felt that these people... deserved to die.

He saw sinners who had been flayed and cramped, tortured to death, and deprived of all senses, forever in absolute agony.

George was dripping with blood.

The statue of Vishnu shattered into tiny stones for some reason, and there was a fine grain feeling under his feet.

He looked down at the indistinct flesh and their slightly undulating chests.

It seems that they have engraved their miserable appearance in their minds, and finally turned around to leave here.

But when he reached the door, he stopped suddenly.

At the same time, a few painted skins that had not been superseded passed him by without paying attention.

George held out his hands, but couldn't catch their departing shadows.

half an hour.

"Ugh……"

All the disgust and hatred turned into a deep sigh at this moment.

……

"Fire coverage, fire coverage!"

"Don't let it escape!"

[Da da da da da——]

【Boom! ! 】

【boom! ! 】

"No, no! All penetrations can't hurt this infected body! We need incendiary bombs!"

"Incendiary bombs cannot be used in heavy rain!"

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

"Bring the tank over here! And our armed helicopter! Penetrating wounds won't help it, so just flood it with steel barrage!"

"Never put it back in Flushing!"

What the soldiers said was not without reason.

If the hopeless believers return to Flushing, the military will hardly be able to organize such a large-scale encirclement and suppression operation due to the density of buildings in this urban area and the complexity of underground facilities.

And letting such a highly contagious and lethal infected body run around in the city, it is already certain that it will become an extremely terrifying existence.

Further back, in the boot of an army truck, Harry ripped himself out of his steel suit.

He curled up in a corner.

Shivering.

There is fear on the face.

It seems to have seen great terror.

You can still clearly see the tear stains on his face.

At this moment, he suddenly began to regret it.

He suddenly became frightened.

George, who was afraid of rushing into Flushing, would encounter an accident, and was afraid that Aunt Sarah would lose her son because of his ego.

He suddenly felt like an asshole.

【Crack! 】

【boom--】

The metal door was pushed open.

The tall figure stood there with his back to the light, staring blankly at Harry who was about to collapse.

It's John.

He knew how horrific the effect of the Infested was on the weak of mind, but there was nothing anyone could do to help Harry.

Harry was lucky enough not to be transformed into a disturbing monster by this influence.

"Son, are you okay?"

John sat down beside Harry.

He took out a cigar as thick as a sausage from his cigar suit, hesitated and put it back.

He patted Harry on the shoulder: "How do you feel?"

Harry's lips were purple: "It's not good... I feel very bad... I won't join in the fun next time..."

John: "That's not like a hero."

Harry: "I don't deserve it."

John: "..."

He took a deep breath.

"Captain America also arrived just now. He and Spider-Man entered Flushing to look for George. We just need to hold this infected body."

"It's you."

At this moment, Harry's cell phone rang.

Inside was George's voice.

He turned on the loudspeaker, and Harry's and John's expressions grew serious and angry.

……

George hung up the phone.

He walked out of that bloody neighborhood.

The other areas of Flushing were hardly damaged, and the desperate believers seemed to retain some of He Gang's obsessions, just frantically trying to find the escaped black man.

I found a new black umbrella from the convenience store on the side of the road, and slapped a dollar on it when I passed the cash register.

The rainstorm has no intention of stopping.

Sarah nearly blew up the phone.

George smiled wryly.

He could almost guess how angry Sarah would be, maybe kick him.

With the rain still falling, George put up his umbrella and rushed out into the downpour.

The whole of Flushing was dark.

Like hundreds of years ago, when people were still using kerosene lamps, it was dark and silent at night.

Thunder filled the ears.

The torrential rain washed the body.

George was still obsessed with that memory from another person.

The Sons of Deceit may be creatures born out of some supernatural power from the thoughts left over from before the Fall.

They live in the bloody filth, or live in a weak and fragile body like painted skin, waiting for the moment when they are killed and the memory sealed in the body is released.

As if the meaning of their presence was death.

Thinking about it this way, these weird slugs are a bit tragic.

George walked down the long dark street in the direction of the exchange of fire.

He had already contacted Harry and entrusted him with trying to get Stark's help to use the city's surveillance system to find the female nigger who had escaped from Flushing a few hours earlier that day.

It's dead here.

When a stranger steps in, he can feel the coldness penetrating into the bone marrow. This kind of coldness is the coldness of death, like a lingering soul, like a ghost restless.

In the sky behind them, the three or five painted skins that had escaped from the underground temple and were almost collapsed moved with the wind, but they were always near George.

They were crying and laughing, and the wails of young girls came out of their mouths.

It disturbed George's mind.

He thought, it might be that He Gang's youngest daughter, who had suffered a lot of torture before her death, stayed in this world and refused to leave.

But she was lost in the depravity and darkness, unable to find her own home for a long time.

George used to be a staunch supporter of materialism and a vanguard of atheists, so it is impossible to know scriptures such as the mantra of the past life to save the dead.

But he has read extensively, read the Four Books and Five Classics, heard the customs of all directions, and occasionally some poems and essays to appease the dead souls are also engraved in his heart.

His voice was low and hoarse. It seemed to be covered by the rainstorm and thunder, but it seemed to convey indeterminately. Even the hopeless believers who had almost completely lost their humanity suddenly looked in this direction, with tears in their eyes.

"The soul returns..."

"Go to the king's constant work, what are the four directions."

"Leave the king's pleasure, and leave it more ominous."

"The soul returns..."

"The East can't be trusted..."

……

"Chu Ci. Evocation"

When George was still Chen Quanzhou, he remembered "Ultimate Move" and "Conjuring Soul".

At that time, Chen Quanzhou thought, one has to think about death after all.

Not built on feudalism.

And built on the spirit.

"The soul is back! The king is supreme..."

"..."

"The soul is back! The king has never left this secluded place..."

"..."

As George walked, he sang the Songs of Chu in correct Chinese and Chinese. There were three or five pieces of painting, all at a loss, as if suddenly occupied by his daughter's consciousness.

They opened the gaps in their skins, and there was nothing inside.

"So I'm already dead..."

The girl's voice is soft and waxy, but it seems to be separated from people by a high wall and an abyss, and the mist stretches and looms.

"Although I don't want to die..."

"But……"

The painted skins suddenly lost their toughness, were pierced by raindrops, torn to pieces, and then...

Scattered.

"Uncle, help Dad..."

"He's a good guy, really..."

"He's a good guy..."

It seemed that a girl was leaning over George's shoulders. Her voice was very pleasant. He could probably imagine that this was a child as happy as a bluebell.

But she...

She is dead.

It was such a painful death.

"uncle……"

George fought back the almost contagious sadness, he didn't turn around, just promised in a low voice:
"I will, I will..."

"Thank you, thank you uncle..."

With the last gust of wind, her voice dissipated in the rainstorm like a painting, and everything around her seemed to stand still for an instant.

then……

【Boom! ! 】

Thunder still.

　Today is only one chapter, too busy to write the next chapter.

　　And my thoughts are a bit messy, the outline is there, but I don't know how to transition, I think about it, I think about it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)