Love, death, and false man

Chapter 59. The Scarred Demon
10/11—9:00
The teaching building has six floors and is about 25 meters high. Because the victim fell headfirst, there was no possibility of rescue.

At the entrance of Binhai No. 6 Middle School, an ambulance had already taken the deceased away, and the sirens of police cars blared like a piercing demonic sound. At least according to official reports, this was the fifth suicide at Binhai No. 6 Middle School within forty days after the start of the school year. The deceased was identified as Xiao Long, a student in Class 2 of Grade 11. Prior to this, a classmate had committed suicide on September 22.

However, under the historical narrative dominated by the Soul-Sucking Lord, a powerful algorithm circumvents the impact of such events. High-powered satellite base stations intelligently conduct mind control on relevant personnel over a wide area, weakening the activity of brain electrical signals and thus preventing memetic effects.

Once all traces were cleaned up, everything was as if nothing had happened, and no one cared. On the contrary, there was a sense of pleasure in achieving something effortlessly, not just from the suspension of classes, but also from temporarily surfacing from some kind of metaphysical horror to take a deep breath of fresh air.

The puppet has become the target, a case of substitution; the first to be criticized should be the online subculture, which has seeped into people's minds like a fungal carpet.

There was no impact whatsoever, not a ripple was created, as if the water had disappeared into the water.

10/11—10:45
A cursed gray iron curtain of the sky, layer upon layer, pressed down on the earth.

Binhai City, West District.

Inside a convenience store.

Fang Yan took off his school uniform and changed into his usual sportswear and mesh shoes.

They got Xiao Long's backpack, which contained a topographical map of Emmanuel Monastery. Although it was on the edge of the city, it was still within the city limits. To maximize the use of the land, apart from a small courtyard, the main buildings were still detached buildings.

In addition to a topographic map, there was also a sketchbook.

It's a comic created by Xiao Long himself before his death. Fang Yan doesn't understand anime and manga very well, so he can't figure it out. It's roughly a story about a girl created by a cartoonist who comes out of the comic and falls in love with the cartoonist. It's a nested story.

Fang Yan was preparing to do something big next. For him, bourbon whiskey was still not strong enough, so he bought a bottle of Niulanshan liquor and chug down half of it to mentally prepare himself.

Reason told him that this matter was over. Xiao Long committed suicide, which was a good thing. Those who couldn't keep their mouths shut only had two fates: being killed by themselves or being purged from within. This wasn't some childish spy game; those who couldn't handle it had to die.

They can also use satellites to circumvent algorithms and continue to quietly lurk in the complex and winding human society.

But he committed suicide.

It was as if it had struck a wound in Fang Yan's body, a wound that had been tightly gripped by a supreme, invisible force for a long time. He was entangled by a mind-control organization from which he could not escape, and by a brutal fate from which he could not break free, causing his astonishing anger to rise endlessly.

Fang Yan, with his high school mentality, couldn't stand this kind of bullying. It felt like there was magma roaring inside his skull, and a beast that had been trapped for years was gnawing at the fence of his brain's blood vessels.

Drinking leads to trouble. After downing half a bottle, Fang Yan threw it into a trash can on the street. After smoking three Hongtashan cigarettes in a row, he had mentally prepared himself.

To reduce the computing burden on the server and to avoid causing the Mandela Effect, I put on a black ski balaclava that I bought from a convenience store.

Salvation Army.

Ultimately, it's all about profit; as long as it's about killing fake people and charlatans, they don't care about breaking the rules.

Fang Yan obtained the landline number of Emmanuel Monastery from the liaison officer. He needed to confirm whether that person was there now, as he was about to do something big.

After a few rings, the other party finally answered the phone; it was the voice of a young man in his early twenties.

"This is Emmanuel Monastery. May I ask who you are?"

"I'm looking for your eldest brother, a guy named Andy."

"We don't have a person named Andy here."

"What are you pretending for? You think you're some kind of ascetic monk? You're about to die and you're still putting on an act. Get the person in charge here right now."

The other party was silent for a while.

"You wait."

About half a minute later, a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone kind and gentle. "I am the abbot of the monastery, Andy, and who are you?"

"So you're Andy. I've noticed you're pretty tough, daring to plant your flag on my turf. Have you thought about how you're going to die?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand where this so-called territory is. Since you know the doctrines I believe in, then you are also a participant in this war. Hmm... interestingly, I recall that I have no experience with this kind of situation. Is this a declaration of war? You have already organized an encirclement operation and informed me in advance so that I could prepare?"

"Screw your mother? I can take you all down by myself."

"...

In that case, I admire your courage. Your voice sounds young; are you a student at Binhai No. 6 Middle School? Including the victim from this morning, you must be the murderer who killed three members of our group.”

“One of them was driven to his death by your own actions.”

"...

"Oh, I see. It took me a lot of effort to understand your logic, but now I get it. Unfortunately, he lacks the qualities of a believer. The people of 2030 are strange; they always attribute their own incompetence to other factors. In a war that lasts until the end of time, to reach the ideal kingdom, the power of all ages and the universe must be gathered; personal suffering is completely negligible."

"Andy, you are a bad person."

"Oh?"

"You want to be more evil? I'm fucking more evil than you."

Fang Yan hung up the phone; the long summer he had experienced on the hellish oil tanker had stirred up a terrible bloodlust within him.

Twenty minutes later.

Binhai City, West District, Gas Station.

The silver-gray cylindrical can was encased in heavy metal armor, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, with highly conspicuous flammable and explosive markings.

After a 60-cubic-meter, 17-meter-long tanker truck stopped at the designated location in the unloading area of ​​the gas station, the driver turned off the engine, removed the key, and connected a static grounding wire to the grounding terminal on the vehicle body to release the static electricity accumulated on the vehicle body and prevent static electricity from causing a fuel vapor explosion.

"Show your transport permit and dangerous goods handling qualification certificate."

The gas station attendant told the driver this, and asked a colleague to check if the tanker truck's seal was intact, as a broken seal could mean the fuel had been contaminated or stolen.

They didn't wait to check the level gauge on the side of the tanker truck.

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Da da da……

The submachine guns were firing into the sky, the extractors were constantly flinging out spent cartridges, and a man wearing a black ski helmet appeared inside the gas station.

Everyone present was completely terrified. Those who reacted quickly ran away, including the tanker truck driver.

However, one female staff member fell into stress-induced arrest, her legs seemed rooted to the spot, and she couldn't take a single step.

"Please understand my work. In order to liberate all mankind from the historical narrative dominated by the Lord of Souls, I must fight."

Too many beasts need to be eliminated, too many mind-control dogs need to be slaughtered.

Fang Yan directly commandeered the tanker truck, jumped into the driver's seat, closed the door, tore open the guitar case zipper, and placed the grenade launcher in the passenger seat.

He reinserted the key, started the engine, stepped on the gas, and quickly turned the steering wheel, heading towards the Emmanuel Monastery with 45 tons of gasoline.

(End of this chapter)