During the isolation, I found Mom’s body in the water heater.
Her head has been crushed, her eyes are missing and her face is twisted and creepy.
The staff took her away and kept me in isolation.
I found a code of quarantine in Mom’s bedroom, and her handwriting ended:
“Don’t doubt it. I’m sorry.
Tick, tick.
In the middle of the morning I heard a drop of water.
Maybe Mom didn’t close the tap?
This beautiful apartment is poorly renovated and the pipes are frequently broken.
It would have been impossible for us to live in a place like this had it not been for being isolated.
I didn’t want to get out of bed, and I turned around and wanted to sleep.
But it kept ringing.
Tick, tick.
I came out of bed to check the bathroom.
The door of the bathroom was opened, and the curtains were painted with light red water on the ground.
Following the water stains, I saw the source of the ticking sound — the water pipe interface of the water heater, a small crack, from which light red liquids were dripping.
Is it rusty inside?
I put it on the crack and looked inside.
Not yet, a round thing came out of the crack and fell on the ground.
When I saw what it was, I made a sharp scream.
That’s an eyeball!
I stunnedly picked up a fixed phone and reported to the IMS.
Ten minutes later, two staff members arrived at the scene.
They took the water heater off and opened it, and I cried.
My mom, it’s inside the water heater.
She bends and bends all over her body, with her hands and feet clung to her body from an impossible angle.
Her head is flat, her face is short of an eye, full of horror and despair.
A normal human body can’t fit in a water heater.
The cracks in the water pipes interface and the fall-out eyeballs are probably the result of the bursting of internal valor with no pressure.
“Ugh…”
I threw up.
What the hell happened?
Why would Mom die in such a terrible way?
Who killed Mom?
Nothing is even understandable.
That’s it, Mom left my life.
The two staff members cleared the scene and took Mom’s body.
When they left, they told me that they would investigate the causes of the whole matter.
But I have not received any notice of how long it has passed.
Until this night, I came to Mom’s bedroom and sorted out her belongings.
Intuition tells me that maybe there’s something in it.
So I saw an A4 piece of paper on Mom’s desk and printed a few lines:
Isolation Code for Lai-sang Apartments
“We welcome you to the apartment, which will be temporarily used as a quarantine centre during the outbreak. I’m sorry.
“As you may have been exposed to pathogens in the near future, a one-month quarantine observation is required here. I’m sorry.
“As long as you abide by the following rules, you will recover and have a good tomorrow. I’m sorry.
“1. For your own safety, please do not leave the room without permission. I’m sorry.
” 2. If any assistance is required, contact the Service via a fixed telephone. I’m sorry.
“3. The staff members bring their meals to the house on a daily basis, and the variety of food is abundant. I’m sorry.
“4. The food does not include conch meat. If conch meat is found in a box, contact the Directorate of Management immediately and can be compensated by additional dessert. I’m sorry.
“5. The daily delivery of drugs by staff members is the only means of preventing infection and must be taken on a daily basis. I’m sorry.
“6. If you feel your memory is blurred, do not rush, and take medication on a regular basis. I’m sorry.
“7. Repeat: If conch meat is found, report it immediately, otherwise the consequences are self-inflicted. I’m sorry.
“8 God does not exist.”
Under these eight codes, there is also an apparently handwritten line.
I knew it at first sight. It was Mom’s handwriting:
“Ari, if you see this code, do it, don’t doubt it, and tomorrow will come. I’m sorry.
I feel something’s wrong…
How many days have I been in isolation with Mom?
I feel a little sleepy and I close my eyes and shake my head.
I’ve never seen this code for days.
Most of the rules written in the code, however, do match my day-to-day life with my mother.
I guess Mom didn’t show it to me after she got the call.
But there is something strange about it.
Like conch meat.
The code is harsh and requires twice that no conch meat be eaten.
If it’s so important, why don’t you just tell the kitchen not to buy conch meat?
And the strangest thing is that my mom would never write the last line.
She’s a careful man who’s always been suspicious.
She told me to keep a skeptical mind whenever and wherever we are faced.
So she would never let me “do it, don’t doubt.”
But the handwriting was Mom’s.
Maybe Mom broke one of those rules to get killed?
But it’s hard to imagine a man doing it, more like a monster.
In a moment, Code 8 suddenly appeared in my mind — “God does not exist.”
The code is the most inexplicable, neither operational nor necessary.
Mother’s terrible death, weird rules, God?
I had a terrible chill.
Yeah.
In this silence, there was a noise in the living room.
That’s the sound of the door.
Someone’s coming in!
I walked to the door of the bedroom with my feet on my feet and tweaked the door.
The light in the living room was turned off at some point, and it was completely dark.
But in this dark, there are two shiny things.
When I realized it was an eye, the man had begun to approach me at an incredible rate.
“Aah!”
I only had time to shout, and an ice-cold hand had held my mouth.
At the same time, I felt something sharp on my waist.
And a man sounded in his ear: “Stop, it will not hurt you. I’m sorry.
In a moment, I was confused.
Knock, knock.
I haven’t thought of my next move yet. There’s another knock at the door.
I’m familiar with that voice. It’s standard staff knock.
“403, did you see anyone in the hallway? The staff outside asked.
The boys next to me didn’t make a sound and the sharp instrument on their waists stinged me with threats and then let go of their hands, which covered my mouth.
“No!” It’s late at night. I’m sorry.
We have deliberately shouted with the smell of gunpowder, not with the former submissives, hoping that those who are outside the door will find out.
But there was no movement outside, and a few seconds later, I heard footsteps going away.
Damn it, don’t you understand?
Suddenly, the tip of the knife on my waist disappeared, and the light in the living room came up with a bang.
At the switch, standing a young boy.
He looked pale and weak with a screwdriver in his hand.
I’ve seen a bit of trouble, but he doesn’t look like a criminal, more like a victim…
I didn’t have time to ask, and he slipped on the wall.
Before the coma, he left a message:
“There’s something wrong with this apartment.
After a few hours, he woke up.
Look at his weak face. I thought he was hungry and brought him some food.
But he didn’t eat it, but he looked straight at me.
“My name is Jiang Yao. He started.
“My name is Oh Ri, and I didn’t sell you to the outside staff in return for telling me about this apartment. “I’ll open the door.
He was staring at me, he was silent for a while, telling his story.
Jiangya is a resident of room 404, and I live with my mother in 403, and we’re neighbors from one wall.
He did not suspect the apartment from the outset, and for a long time he lived in strict compliance with the segregation code.
Until one day he forgot to drink.
The next day, he felt an incomprehensible feeling in the brain and tried to stop it.
When he discovered that there had been no negative physical reaction, he began to question the rules of isolation and observed the behaviour of the staff through their cat eyes.
Later, he tried to sneak out while the staff member was resting, looking for an exit while seeking the truth.
“Now, I’ve almost figured out the layout of the apartment, but when I run away, I need a hand. He said he wanted it.
So I’m the helper?
I’m still a little skeptical: “According to you, there’s a problem with the distribution of drugs by the staff here, so you want to run away? I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
“Isn’t that too far-fetched? I’m sorry.
He took a deep look at me: “Of course, there are things I can’t tell you for a while, but you can think of a few questions: first, do you remember how you came here? Two, do you know how your mother died? I’m sorry.
I’m dumb.
I have no answer to either question.
He lamented: “I have stopped medicine for two months and I still can’t remember how I came here. I saw it from the door when the staff took your mother’s body. That death was no ordinary thing to do, and if we did not leave as soon as possible, we would have suffered that fate.”
I can hear you saying, “Wait, wait, you’ve been off drugs for two months? I’m sorry.
He nodded his head and looked at my eyes a little obscure:
“Yes, that’s what you think: the quarantine code says it’s only a month. I’m sorry.
I’m down in my mind.
Guillaume has hidden something from me, but his problems do exist.
Do I really have to run away with him?
If there is a real problem with the apartment and it has something to do with Mom’s death, it is best to run away as soon as possible.
When I get help from the outside world, I can find out the real cause of death…
Knock, knock!
All of a sudden, it’s ringing again!
I can feel that Jiangya’s body was so tense in a moment.
“Who is it?” I shouted out the door.
There was no one to answer, but the gap at the bottom of the door came in.
I went over and picked up a note that said:
“I know you’re gonna run, and you’re gonna be here in 10 minutes, 503, or I’ll turn you in. I’m sorry.
Well, things are getting complicated.
I showed the note to Jiangyu, and he whispered, “Are you familiar with the house of 503?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head.
From the room number, the paperman is upstairs.
But I’ve been living in this room with Mom ever since I was isolated.
Don’t tell me you don’t know anyone who lives next door.
He thought, “No way, we have to go, no matter what the guy who wrote the note wants, he’s probably asking us, or he’s going to turn himself in.” I’m sorry.
I’ve noded my head, but it makes sense.
After a brief preparation, we opened the door.
I don’t remember how I got to this apartment, and naturally I don’t remember the corridor.
I am therefore surprised to see what I saw for the first time in the corridor.
The corridor has been renovated in a strange way, with the ceilings and floor walls painted in black and the lights dim.
The strangest thing is that the length of the corridor is so long that the wall that is stifling spreads at the end of the horizon that I can barely see the corner.
From this alone, it can be seen that the apartment is so large that it is far from being as simple as “a flat that has been temporarily expropriated as a quarantine ” , more like a specially constructed facility.
However, it has been used to it, and he is well known, as if he often sneaks out.
Under his leadership, we didn’t meet any staff all the way up the stairs and came to the 503 gate.
I lift my hand and imitate staff knock on the door.
Just knocked twice, squeaked, the door slowly opened in.
It’s not closed?
I got the courage to push the door and walk inside.
It’s dark in here. I can’t see it.
I went to the door and I consciously touched it on the wall, but I didn’t.
This room is upstairs. It’s supposed to be the same.
I was wondering, all of a sudden, the door behind me was shut.
I’m in complete darkness.
“Jean Mayo? “I was a bit scared to cry, but I didn’t get a response.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
In the living room, there were shoes.
There’s someone in the room!
The guy with the note?
In the darkness, I was terrified: “Who are you? What am I doing here?”
There was no response in the dark, nor did the sound of the shoes stop.
Only one sound, a sharp object scratched my ear and stuck it on the doorboard behind me.
I touched my ears, I touched a wound and a warm, sticky liquid.
It’s a knife!
He tried to kill me!
I turned my head and headed for the door.
Don’t run! Help! “The sound of Jiangyao suddenly sounded deep in the living room.
With the shouts of Jiang Yao, the sound of the shoes was confused.
I’ve had the courage without a name.
Two fights in the dark, no reason to win!
Instead of running away, I ran towards the voice of Jiangyao.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Bang!
I feel like I hit something.
“Yes, hold his hand! Hold him hard! “The voice of Jiangyao is nearing me.
I’ve tried my best to hold on to the people in front of me.
Soon, chaos is over.
I hold people still.
Pop.
The light suddenly turned on.
I saw the man I was holding – a man in his thirties, leaning on his head, a screwdriver inserted from his temple and ran through his head.
I was scared and I let go of my hands.
Dead bodies fell to the ground, with a dagger in their hands.
“Are you okay? “I’m sorry, but I’m sorry.
“You… you killed him? I’m shaking a little.
“Yes, I came in when the door was closed, and I was afraid that he would kill and not speak, and he did do it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I opened my mouth and I didn’t say anything.
He killed to protect me. I can’t blame him for anything.
But the screwdriver that runs through my head still scares me.
But why would 503 residents attack us? Does it have anything to do with this apartment?
In doubt, after a brief break between Jiangyu and me, we began to separate and search for rooms to see if we could find anything.
In the bedroom, I saw two things that weren’t supposed to happen — two white suits on the bed!
That is the dress that the staff of this apartment wears, which is so sealed that they can isolate the virus.
I’ve only seen the person who delivers the food wear this suit every day when I open the door to get a box of rice.
Why would a 503 household have one?
“Uryi, look!” The voice of Jiangyeo was heard in the living room.
I walked out of the bedroom and only saw him holding a piece of paper.
It’s got a text on it, a handwriting that’s the same as the entry note:
“I’ve been able to figure out the truth for a while, and I may be able to get out tomorrow, so I’ll write down everything I know, and if I don’t succeed, I’d like to see this piece of paper go further. I’m sorry.
“Isolation is a lie! Run away!”
“2. Don’t drink medicine. It destroys your memory, keeps thinking, keeps doubt! I’m sorry.
“3. If they operate in the corridors, they will not communicate with you without fear of other staff members, in order to wear staff protective clothing to cover their identities. I’m sorry.
“4. If conch meat is found in a box of meals, it is kept in the fridge and not reported. I’m sorry.
“5. Eat conch meat before running away. I’m sorry.
“6. When in danger, close your eyes for 10 seconds, hear nothing open. I’m sorry.
“7 God exists! I’m sorry.
After that, I looked up to him.
The man also appeared to have discovered something wrong in the apartment and was ready to flee.
But why would he kill us? Can’t we run away together?
Moreover, most of the information he left behind was contrary to the code of separation, three of which were most interesting.
First, he thinks he should eat conch meat before he escapes, but I’ve never seen conch meat in a box.
Second, he seemed to have a good understanding of the behaviour patterns of the staff, contacted the protective clothing in the bedroom and feared that he often went out to investigate in that dress.
Three, he said “God” exists!
I remember my mother’s death.
Soon, me and Jiangya came back to my room with two suits.
“We have to get out of here as soon as possible. “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.
I nod my head.
In the next three days, we’re getting ready.
I’ve never had any more of the medications sent by the staff, and I’ve become more conscious.
And somehow, since we got back from 503, there’s been a couple of conch meats in the box every day.
Although strange, Jiangya and I also put the conch meat in the fridge, according to information left by 503 households, without reporting.
By the third night, before leaving, I was making the final preparations — looking for my mother’s belongings.
Getting out of here is only the first step, and it is the ultimate goal to trace the death of Mom.
Therefore, even though Mom’s bedroom has been searched countless times these days, I do not want to miss any information.
I didn’t know this was really a success.
At the bottom of the closet, where a large quantity of clothing was squeezed, I found another piece of paper that I had never seen before.
It seems to be a dead page in a diary, with Mom’s handwriting:
“It’s been a week since I stopped taking my medication, and I’m getting more and more thinking, and my memories are starting to become complete. I’m sorry.
“Ari is still on her medication, and I will stop her if no side effects are found in a few days. I’m sorry.
“The problem now is with that person. I’m sorry.
“Every time he moves through the corridor from the right side of the cat’s eye while the staff member is resting, and soon he moves back to the right side in blood. I’m sorry.
“I am quite sure that he is carrying out some kind of killing, and now I suspect he is a resident of a certain room on the right. I’m sorry.
“God bless his slaughtering not of other residents, or sooner or later he’ll be watching me and Ari…”
“Forget it, think of how to escape. I’m sorry.
So Mom chose to stop the drug, and it was right.
But then, why did Mom ask me to do what I was told to do?
In addition, mother observed before she was alive that a household might be killing and then her mother died.
Was it the man who died?
The person was familiar with the rest time of the staff member, had regular access to the corridor, was most likely to have killed, and lived in a room on the right.
Isn’t that…
My head is cold.
He lives in room 404 on the right, often in and out of the hallway, and he doesn’t hesitate when he kills 503 residents!
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
The voice of Jiangya suddenly rings in my ears, and as soon as I look back, his head has already touched my shoulder and is staring at the paper in my hand.
“No… nothing! “I rushed to get that piece of paper to my side.
The eye of Jiangya turned to me, staring straight at me.
It wasn’t until I was so hairy that he opened his mouth: “Are you ready? It’s almost time. I’m sorry.
I made an ugly laugh: “Clean up…”
“Then change your clothes and let’s go.” I’m sorry.
After that, he turned and left the bedroom.
I am still appalled.
The identity of Guillaume suddenly becomes a mystery.
Is he the killer in Mom’s diary? Or is it just a coincidence?
But the arrows were on the string and had to be fired.
Whatever his identity may be, he does not seem to hurt me, otherwise he will have a great opportunity these days.
Besides, the apartment is really a problem, as proved by the mother and 503 households.
For the time being, it is only possible to continue as planned.
I stood up, dressed in protective clothing and walked out the bedroom.
Open the fridge, me and Jiangya took out the conch that they had saved over the last few days and ate it all before they escaped.
When I bit the first bite, I felt a strong smell that almost threw up.
Is that how conch meat tastes? I don’t remember…
A few minutes later, I endured vomiting and swallowed the last piece.
I looked at Jiangya and took a deep breath and opened the door into the corridor.
It’s my second time in the hallway.
Jiangya is walking in front, I’ll follow you in the rear.
This time, I fear less the corridor and the staff than I did the last time, but more so for Jiangya.
“Someone’s coming! “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.
As soon as I got here, my foot was slow, and Jiangyeo dragged me, suggesting that I would follow.
Right.
The third rule left by the household – “If you act in the corridor, wear a staff protective suit to cover up your identity, without fear of other staff, they will not communicate with you. I’m sorry.
I have been busy re-pacing and following Jiangyeo’s footsteps.
Shortly after, two staff members appeared at the corner of the end of the corridor.
They’re coming towards us in white, like us.
I’m very nervous, and the steps are getting more unstable.
Ten, five, two…
We’re almost face-to-face, and I’m afraid I’m getting a lot rougher.
One second later, we pass side by side.
The two staff members went straight past me and Jiangya.
I’m hanging my heart down.
Looks like 503.
But then, why didn’t he get out of here and kill me?
As I thought about it, I went to the corner with Guillaume.
As I was about to turn, I looked down and looked at the two staff members.
They stood on the other side of the long corridor, remained still, and the goggles were in my direction.
They’re looking at me!
I rushed across the corner, pushed Jiangyu in front, pointed my finger behind me and suggested that the two previous individuals might have problems.
Jiangya immediately understood that the two of us had accelerated our pace.
But, unexpectedly, we are not in any further danger on our way.
The two men who were just met seemed to have been on the patrol during that period, and they did not pursue us.
Soon, we went down to the first floor.
I was surprised when I thought there would be a long corridor on the first floor.
The first floor is a vast office area, almost as large as a football field, where countless staff members are standing or sitting, and are working in white protective clothing.
There is no one here to talk, to be peaceful, to be extremely abnormal.
And I saw it at the end of the distance, there was a door.
He looked at me and noded his head.
I’m afraid that’s the exit!
We got steady and started walking towards that door.
As was the case just now, those staff members did not pay attention to us when they entered the crowd.
They’re busy with the work they’re doing, and they’re passing us by, and nobody’s looking at us.
And then, as I walked most of the way with Jiangya, it happened.
People are turning their heads around us!
They didn’t do anything, they didn’t say anything, they just looked at me and Jiangya.
Aware of this, Jiangya’s footsteps have been significantly accelerated and I have been following them very quickly.
But more and more people are staring at us.
Soon, we crossed the office area and all the staff were behind us.
There are only a dozen steps to the exit, and there are no obstacles ahead.
I’m so scared I can’t look back.
I guess everyone’s staring at me and Jiangya.
But now there’s no turning back. After this last ten steps, I can get out of here!
I stepped one step.
Close your eyes!
All of a sudden, the roar of Jiangyao came from the side.
It’s hard to imagine humans shouting that volume, and I feel pains in my ears and echoes in my head.
Then I was thrown to the ground by the side of Jiangyeo.
The huge cracks were then heard in the air, as if thousands of firecrackers were lit behind them.
I suddenly realized that it seemed like a shot — the sound of all the people behind me shooting at me!
I can’t even move on the ground. There’s only one word in my head: “Close your eyes.”
The message left behind says, “When in danger, close your eyes for 10 seconds, hear nothing open. I’m sorry.
I close my eyes.
That was the longest 10 seconds of my life.
In the first second, the firecracker-like gunfire became more violent.
But from the second second, the screams started and the gunshots weakened.
In the tenth second, I can’t hear any noise, screams and gunshots.
Open your eyes and I’ll turn around.
The football field’s big office, no one’s alive.
Not even a complete dead man.
Everyone died in some terrible way, and the entire floor almost turned into a bloody hell.
“Ugh…”
I threw up.
Suddenly, a hand touched my back.
I was able to reciprocate and see Jiangya.
He stood there embarrassedly, as if he only wanted to slap my back.
“Come on, we made it. “I’m sorry, but I’m sorry.
I shook my head, I didn’t listen to him, and I turned and ran to the office space that had become a bloody sea.
There must be a problem!
This massacre, mother’s death, Guillaume, 503…
I had a hint of a connection.
Just getting out of an apartment doesn’t solve all the problems, but falls into some terrible situation!
From the blood-filled desk, the first document I found was a B-grade employee code:
“Please strictly observe this manual and work according to the schedule provided by the supervisor. I’m sorry.
“1. In the course of the operation, protective clothing must be worn throughout the course. I’m sorry.
“2. Drugs are regularly distributed. I’m sorry.
“3. Food is regularly distributed. I’m sorry.
“4. There is no conch meat in the food, and if any of the residents mentioned it, they immediately report it to the competent authorities and execute it at the door. I’m sorry.
“5. The household was found to have left the room and was killed whenever and wherever it was found. I’m sorry.
“6. When entering and leaving the apartment, the person in charge is subject to a uniform arrangement and is in and out, and no one is allowed to approach the gate alone. I’m sorry.
From the title of the code, it appears that there are other levels of staff whose responsibilities may not be consistent.
But this piece of paper has told me why it was discovered when Jiangyu and I approached the gate.
This is a trap, where all staff members move in and out of the apartment in a uniform manner, and approach the gate alone and necessarily non-staff, i.e., the household.
In accordance with article 5 of the Code, a household found to have left the room should be immediately killed.
So we were attacked.
In fact, more importantly, article 4 — they’ll execute any household that mentions conch meat.
The Segregation Code, which is available to households, promotes home-driven reporting of conch meat and even promises dessert incentives.
So, conch meat seems to represent something they can’t control and they’re afraid of.
So they tricked the household, even by going to the door, to avoid the presence of conch meat.
What the hell is this?
While I was thinking, I looked through the second file.
It’s just a line of words, but I’m surprised:
“The perpetrators of the frequent killings of other households have been targeted for the residence in room 503, and two A-class personnel have left for execution. I’m sorry.
Look at the time of the drop, just a few minutes ago.
The two men I was passing by upstairs, were they the executioners who went to 503?
No, the point is! According to this document, the house in room 503 is the murderer that Mom observed!
Now, the stairs from my room to 503 are actually on the right side of the room, in line with the observation by Mom that “the man went through the hallway right through the cat’s eye.”
It’s only out of inertia that I think of Jiangyu, who lives next to the right, as a murderer!
I am somewhat glad that if this were to happen, it would be impossible for Guillaume to be the murderer of his mother.
But who is this?
Suddenly I felt dizzy.
At the same time, I realize that I do not seem to remember the face of Jiangya.
The only thing left in the memory of Jiangya was a white suit.
Headaches are getting stronger.
Finally, I fainted.
I don’t know how long it took me to wake up.
I’m still lying in the hall, right before I faint.
Looking around, I found Jiangya missing.
There was only one note left in the place where Jiangya stood.
I picked up the note and found several lines written in dark red blood:
“I’m a staff member here. This note is a protective suit to testify. I’m sorry.
“If you see this note, it means I’m dead, and you’ve found my letter. I’m sorry.
“You must be 403! I’m sorry.
“Listen, don’t believe that letter! I wrote it, but it must have been modified! I’m sorry.
“You must feel a problem with this apartment, but don’t doubt it, don’t doubt the rules. I’m sorry.
“Follow the rules, we’ll have the best ending! I’m sorry.
I recognize this handwriting!
This is 503 from the house, the same note he put in the door and the letter he left!
In the first sentence, this note appears to be in a protective pocket. Why didn’t I find it?
Is it in the pocket of the protective suit that was placed in Jiangyao?
But why, like my mother, should I not doubt and follow the rules?
“If it weren’t for me, he would have killed you. I’m sorry.
Suddenly, the voice of Jiangyao sounded.
I was stunned because there was not a shadow around him: “Where are you?”
The voice laughed: “I am in you.” I’m sorry.
Invisible, I sense some sort of despair approaching.
“What do you mean? I’m shaking a little.
The voice laughed again: “Now that’s the end of it, tell you the truth…”
“I am God. I’m sorry.
The voice of Jiangya echoes in my mind and tells an incredible history.
It was not part of the world, but a creature from outer space.
Three hundred years ago, it fell on a hill near a village.
At the time of the war and the harvest, the whole country was in famine, and a scrawny villager discovered the flesh monster, which was tens of metres long, with red eyes on it, torn to pieces and devoured its body.
Soon, the entire village came in and tried to divide it.
As a result of its fall, it was seriously injured and unable to resist, but barely imitated the human language and lamented to the villagers to let it go.
The villagers were shocked to hear the human language being spoken in the mouth of this huge piece of meat falling from the sky.
Some villagers hesitate, after all, to eat humans and animals, not to mention that the meat in front of them may come from the heavenly “the fairies”.
But eventually, driven by hunger, they chose themselves in their own lives and those of others.
It was then eaten and eaten by hundreds of villagers.
The villagers, who wished to fill their bellies, were also cursed — the devoured creature was not dead, its meat was merged with the villagers, and its consciousness was in everyone’s mind.
It told them that those who ate its body could live forever, but at the expense of it, the villagers had to give “belief” and “blood” to keep it alive, or else it would die with the entire village.
People of that age did not understand the concepts of Earth, the universe and alien life, which, in the view of the villagers, was God.
The more people who recognize it and believe it, the stronger it is.
The more cruel and scary the killing, the happier it will be.
This is its revenge for humanity, and the villagers have happily accepted this cooperation.
The villagers who survived the famine long ago abandoned their morals and dignity as human beings and abandoned themselves from choosing to eat a “speaker” from heaven.
Now, of course, they are willing to sacrifice others in order to preserve the privilege of immortality.
Since then, the village has become hell without return.
Every evil man who has blundered into it will be maimed by the villagers as a sacrifice to him and will die in misery.
But 300 years later, everything has changed.
As the times evolved, the villagers of the village were relocated to the county towns.
At the request of the villagers, the county prepared an apartment for them to maintain traditional communal relations in the apartment.
Within a short period of time, the apartment was the centre of a large number of murders that resulted in the tragic death of the deceased.
This anomaly was noted by an organization specializing in the monitoring of anomalies.
Following an investigation, they blocked the entire apartment and started the “Closure Plan” — by brainwashing the families and deceiving them with isolated lies, to make them forget the existence of God and to stop them from killing.
As a result, God loses faith and blood and dies.
This was just one of the solutions to the problem, and another was proposed: to kill all the villagers, and the Gods die without them.
However, the programme was not adopted either on humanitarian grounds or on the basis of the idea of using these villagers to study immortality.
Who knows that the blockade plan has not had the desired effect, because God has a special ability to manipulate villagers who have eaten their own meat to commit suicide as a source of “blood”.
As a result, it did not die as quickly as planned.
But there are limits to this: once all the villagers die, God loses both faith and blood, and still cannot escape the fate of death.
So God started his plan.
It began to induce suspected villagers to escape.
As long as one person escapes before all the villagers die, there will be an opportunity to rise again.
My mother was one of the villagers, and one day after the isolation, she found out the truth, inspired by God.
But somehow, she rejected God and refused to escape.
So God brutally killed her.
And I saw my mother’s last words, and when she had doubts about the quarantine code, God had the opportunity to invade my mind and become my companion, Jiangya.
In fact, there was never any other room next door.
I’m the only one who’s been working all the way to the present.
Now, God has invited me in his mind:
“Ri, get out of here! You’re the first villager to eat my meat and the most loyal priest in the last 300 years! The solution is done. As long as you get out, you can live under my protection! I’m sorry.
The voice of God is full of excitement.
Listening to this crazy past, I was surprised to be calm, thinking so clearly that I felt like I could not believe myself: “At that point, I have a few questions for you. I’m sorry.
“Yes, you can ask.”
And I thought, “What about that man in 503? Why did you kill me?”
God smiled: “The house of 503 was the first group of people to plan. I’m sorry.
“But at the time they looked at so much about me, they realized that I existed, and instead they gave me the power to believe. I’m sorry.
“So the organization changed the plan as a matter of urgency, brainwashing the original group of staff and sending them into the apartment, making them the same as the villagers. I’m sorry.
“As you can see, the staff only knows the rules and knows nothing about the truth. I’m sorry.
“The man in the 503 who, without knowing whether he was lucky or suspicious, found himself alone a problem with the daily medicine and then found out the truth alone. I’m sorry.
“After he stole a list of villagers, he began to kill them according to that list. I’m sorry.
“I guess he did it for two reasons, one to kill me for duty, and he killed all the villagers, and I died. I’m sorry.
“The other one is to avenge the organization, which, in order to study the mystery of the eternal life of the villagers, isolated the first of its staff by accident, believing that he was angry with himself … When the villagers were killed, the organization’s research naturally failed. I’m sorry.
“He put a note on you to go to him to kill you, after all, you’re one of the villagers. I’m sorry.
“But fortunately, we killed him together… no, you did. I’m sorry.
“As for the letter he left behind, I modified it a little, to guide you, and you should understand. I’m sorry.
I noded my head, and I kept asking, “What’s the conch? I’m sorry.
God replied, “There is no conch meat at all. It is part of my consciousness. Only those whose subconscious is affected by me will see it in the box.”
“That’s why I changed the 503 letter — I had to use the information that the man left to make you believe you had to eat conch meat before you ran away.
“The more conch meat I eat, the more it binds with me.
“The conch meat we ate before we left was actually for you, so I got enough power to help you kill the whole office in those 10 seconds. I’m sorry.
No wonder … it’s no wonder the organization’s execution of those households that reported seeing conch meat.
Because that means they’re already affected by God, and they don’t know what to do.
“Why didn’t I promise to get you out of here? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
This time, God was silent for so long that he did not answer positively: “You seem to have misunderstood something. I’m sorry.
“I am not begging for your answer. You are only one of the villagers.” I’m sorry.
“Now you’ve helped me kill most of the staff here, and if you don’t, I can still get another villager out of here. I’m sorry.
“In that case, you’ll die like your mother, understand? I’m sorry.
I noded, “I see. I promise. I’m sorry.
After that, I pushed the door out of the apartment.
When I left the guard around the apartment, I came to a no-man’s-land.
I can feel God in my head, and I can feel the joy of his escape.
Its greed is also felt — it is pushing me closer to the town and to the target of killing.
It wants too much “blood”.
I can even access part of God’s memory.
Turns out, more than 3,000 years ago, God came to Earth.
It was in ancient Egypt that God raised up a Pharaoh called Osiris.
Osiris has taught people the skills to grow land, make bread, dig wells, brew wine and mine, which has greatly improved their standard of living.
But when he was bewitched by God, he became the most brutal Pharaoh for the sake of life.
Eat alive every day.
“God” has also become the god of ancient Egyptian legends, building a great pyramid as a palace.
But then, in the war, the followers of God were killed and wounded, and people had a new faith.
Since then, God has lost his bread in the West, and has left for the far east, where he has compelled a man called the Qin.
After the defeat of the Six Kingdoms, God did not wait for the living to be sacrificed. Instead, he was trapped in the ranks of the hegemonic conquerors. He was wounded, but fled and hid on the overseas island of Ponglai.
Reluctanced for the victory, he took 3,000 young boys and girls for sacrifice, but “God” became the bird of shock until the victory was over.
Since then, God has been hiding in the crowd for over a thousand years and has witnessed many histories. Chen Zhu, Peng Zu, Hono-kun, a named person, all had an affair with it.
But as humankind continues to develop, the environment develops, ideas are liberated, and the space for God’s survival grows smaller, from one civilization to one regime to one religion to local cities and tribes.
Until 300 years ago, it ended up in a village.
At this point in time, God was nearing the end of the oil, giving up the choice of the person in power and not the individual.
It appeared deliberately in front of hungry villagers, acting like it was delicious.
It’s just that God didn’t think that social development would be so rapid, that the country would be rapidly urbanized and its living space would be smaller.
“I’m actually the last villager, right? If you don’t choose me, you’ll die. I’m sorry.
I say to God, there’s no respect.
I feel like God’s a little bit of a panic.
I’m the last villager who actually told me that.
In that note, written in blood, the household of 503 wrote the phrase: “You must be a resident of 403. I’m sorry.
It is impossible for him to be so sure that the person who saw the note came from 403, but only one possibility — he had killed all the villagers except 403.
Me and Mom are the only villagers that can be manipulated by God, and we all live in 403.
If Mom hadn’t accidentally died, I’m afraid 503 residents would have picked a point to sneak into my house and killed me and Mom.
But Mom’s accidental death made 503 residents understand that “God” is already tempting me and Mom.
When Mom died, I was the only hope of God, who would do his best to help me.
That’s why the man was so careful to lure me to 503 and try to kill me in his own home.
Too bad he failed.
He was prepared to fail, however, to write down the note in blood and put it in his protective clothing, telling me “Don’t doubt the rules, follow them”.
Because even if he failed to kill me, God could not lure me away if I followed the rules and didn’t doubt them.
In the end, after killing me as the last sacrifice, God will never find a new sacrifice and the blockade will succeed.
This is also the expectation of my mother, who, after learning the truth, refused to release this terrible God, leaving me with that sentence:
“Ari, if you see this code, do it, don’t doubt it, and tomorrow will come. I’m sorry.
I haven’t had enough time to stop. I haven’t been able to remember what happened.
I was only the first to eat it, according to God, and the most loyal of many priests.
But now that I’m one with God, I can’t get rid of God and God can’t get rid of me.
I don’t need to listen to God anymore.
God seems to be aware of this, but he is not panicking at all, and as long as I want to live, I will kill and feed him.
“You are the last villager, so what? I am still the supreme god. How small you human beings are, how small they are, how selfish they are, and so full of greed, that they can only think for themselves, and ultimately they will only be my slaves, including you.” I’m sorry.
God speaks so passionately, even if only I was an audience.
I didn’t listen to it, I didn’t go to town, but I was getting farther away from town.
“What are you doing? Why don’t you stop? Are you trying to break God’s will? I’m sorry.
God found something wrong and yelled in anger, but couldn’t control my actions at all.
“You’re not selfish, you’re not greedy. I’m sorry.
I mock God.
Indeed, human beings are selfish and greedy.
300 years ago, I ate living creatures that did not belong to this world in order to feed myself and live, because of my selfishness.
And then I was greedy of my immortality and promised to maim the innocent for it, a selfish extension and my greed.
But selfishness and greed are human nature!
When human beings are primitive, the environment is harsh and selfish to ensure the self-protection of humanity.
Later on, humanity evolved, civilization advanced, individuals became tribes, tribes and nations, driven by interests, and mankind fought for resources.
Selfishness and greed contribute to the development of human civilization.
But while human beings have selfishness and greed, the creators give what they are bound by — humanity.
Selfish greed and humanity are essential elements of human existence!
The “Closure Plan” is not perfect, but I am grateful for it, because it took my memory away, and I was able to look at what I did in the eyes of the bystanders to understand what I have lost — humanity — for selfishness and greed over the past 300 years.
So I chose to redeem myself for that memory loss, to put an end to all the tragedies, and not to let God continue to harm the world.
I stretched out my arms, raised my head and embraced the morning sun.
In the apartment, my mom and I had to rely on clocks to determine the time, and it’s been a long time since we saw the sun.
It’s so warm…
Then I pulled the screwdriver in the exit bag and pointed it at my heart.
I’m the last person to believe in God, and now I’m in a no-man’s-land, and God can’t tempt other human beings.
As long as I die, the god will cease to exist.
“No, no, you can’t do this. I’m sorry.
Seeing I’m going to kill myself, the Gods are panicking.
It scares humans who look like ants.
“Don’t you want to live forever? I’m sorry.
“I can bring you a lot of money and rights. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“You must have lied to me. You just want more. I won’t let you. I’m sorry.
I’m not moving at all. The screwdriver is getting closer to the chest.
God is even more frightened, “No, no, I’ll do whatever you need. I’m sorry.
“I don’t really have to die. I can live and live with blood. I won’t hurt anyone again. I’m sorry.
I stopped my hand, and all I wanted was God to stop hurting people.
But the next moment, I smiled.
300 years ago, didn’t I just be compelled by God?
God is inhuman.
Screwdriver, easily inserted into my heart.
“No way. How could you? How dare you?”
The “god” in his head screamed with surprise and anger.
Before losing consciousness, I said to God, “It is true that we are small and full of selfishness and greed compared to the vast universe, but it is not these greeds that make human development so far. I’m sorry.
“In addition to selfishness and greed, remember that human beings are human beings who can overcome and control selfishness and greed. I’m sorry.
“With my life as an ant, it’s worth a divine meteor. I’m sorry.
“God” is still roaring, but the breath is getting thinner.
I also have all the memories of God.
It turns out that not all people are compelled by “gods” to control selfish and greedy people in history.
Quincho, Cheng Qian, Yu Fei, Qianxian…
A familiar name appeared before me.
Then let me be the last human to reject God.
As the blood drained, I became weak.
I feel like I saw Mom laughing at me.
But the next minute, the dog barks.
Before my world was completely dark, I saw a bunch of wild dogs tearing my body apart.
At the last moment of unconsciousness, I heard God say:
“You are not the only ones who possess greed. I’m sorry.
“God” has returned to its height.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
