Advent

This passage is very long, and it is definitely not a passage that would be used under normal circumstances.

It is very narrow here, so narrow that only one person can pass through in some places, and the space is also very low. Allen suspects that he can touch the pipe above their heads as long as he stretches out his hand.

Those pipes were not covered by anything, just exposed in mid-air, the soft pipes made of biological materials trembled slightly under the flow of liquid from time to time, they showed a fleshy pale color under the dim light, It looked like the blood vessels and meridians of some monster.

Although Allen could hear the humming of the ventilation fan in the silent and dark comrades, he could still smell the stale smell in the air keenly.

The ground was full of traces of dust and engine oil, and even the emergency lights were dimmed. After moving on for a while, the only light left in the entire space was the light in the hand of the staff member...

The burning sensation on the back of his neck made Allen's discomfort worse, but Allen's intuition returned strangely. He stared at the staff member in front of his blurred vision, frowning unconsciously.

Is the other party really going to take him to the living cabin?This thought crossed Allen's mind.

He felt that there seemed to be a force preventing him from continuing to follow the other party.

There was a malicious and weird aura lingering around that man, and his every move made Allen feel uncomfortable and disgusted.

"Mr Alan Morecambe, what happened? Why didn't you go?"

Just when Alan's footsteps gradually became stagnant, the other party seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and immediately turned his head back. Then he stared at Alan with his dark eyes asked.

The smile on his face was as friendly as if someone had cut out pieces of the smile mold and stuck them to his skin.

"It's nothing."

Allen froze for a moment, then replied.

"That's good, we still have a short way to reach our destination."

The man said sincerely, and he grinned deeper, but the smile didn't enter his eyes.

Then the man turned his head and continued walking forward.

And Allen rubbed his forehead, hesitated for a while before starting to walk again.

But at this time...

"Hiss...*...%￥...my Allen...my star..."

Strange, moan-like whispers suddenly came from behind Allen.

That is the melody that can only sound in Alan's dream, dim and obscure, but full of unbreathable frenzy and passion...

Allen stopped suddenly, and he turned his head in shock to look behind him.

Almost at the same time, a strange throb ran through his body, Alan trembled violently, his throat was thirsty, and his heart was pounding.

This passage is too dark, the only thing Allen can see is darkness, but at this moment, there is a wonderful and dazzling shimmer in his vision, the light echoes with the hazy and distant whispers, surrounding Allen is in constant flow.

Allen's sanity immediately became trance.

Is it an auditory hallucination?

Or... a dream?

Allen listened carefully to the damp whispers that seemed to sound from inside his head, and all his mind became distracted in an instant.

He didn't even hear another call from the "staff" behind him.

"Mr Alan Morecambe—"

When he found that the person he called did not respond to him, the smile on the face of the "staff" gradually subsided.

If Alan can still stay awake at this time, Alan will definitely realize that the malice lingering in this man is not his own illusion, but... the essence of the other party.

This is a cold and cruel man, just from his pair of glass beads like black eyes can be seen.

There was no emotion in the eyes he looked at Allen, only a kind of indifference like treating utensils.

It seems that we can only do it here.

The "staff" quickly looked around the surrounding environment, and frowned impatiently.He originally wanted to take Allen to the "playground" he had reserved before doing it-he had prepared a large number of exquisite torture instruments there.And all the "toys" are prepared for "Sraken" Allen.

Of course, the mission secretly issued by the military department has always been so boring: obliterate the target while trying not to draw attention from others.

But everyone's hobbies are different after all...

Before leaving Black Skull, this "worker" loved nothing more than to study the art of torturing and torturing others.

It's just that the people who were in his "playground" in the past and went crazy because of pain were usually unknown people.

Far from the gory aesthetic he had hoped for, and now, he had a dream opportunity.

Allen Bracewell.

The dreamy person who once made everyone obsessed and crazy.

Just seeing the task book, the "staff" was so excited that he didn't sleep for several nights. He kept sketching the wailing and death image of the young man in his mind, and his blood was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

It is precisely because of this that this "staff" started work much later than the scheduled time (yes, he knew that he would soon be reprimanded by the military department, but so what? The world can kill There are many people, but there is only one Alan Bracewell).

He set up that small "playground" in a remote abandoned cabin, in order to enjoy his prey without interruption.

Things started to go smoothly...but soon, the "staff" discovered that Alan was much smarter than he thought.

This beautiful and exquisite little thing has stopped in doubt several times, but at this time, he is standing still.

The "staff" counted the other person's breath silently in his heart, and the person's breathing was very short.

Oh, yes, maybe in the next second he will be like his previous prey, running away with tears and tears-of course, the end result is the same, they can't escape the bullets and blades of the "staff" .

But the cleaner was in a good mood at this time, and he didn't intend to waste too much time on the game of cat and mouse.

He sighed and reached out to touch the pistol on his waist. It would not take much effort to drag Allen's body from here to the abandoned cabin, he thought.

"Tick-tock-"

Something dripped down.

The cleaner frowned, reached out and stroked his shoulder, then he looked at his fingertips, and then frowned in disgust.

It's slime.

That strange greenish-gray slime with an odd smell.

damn biological material...

The "staff" let out a curse in his heart.But just as he was thinking this way, another mass of viscous liquid fell down. This time, the mucus landed on the neckline accurately.

"Tsk—"

The "staff" was about to wipe off the mucus that disturbed his work, but at this moment, the liquid wriggled on the surface of his skin.

"Zizi——

With a wet and maddening touch.

The cleaner felt that the thing went directly along his neck and slipped into his ear.

"Well?!!"

The cleaner let out a muffled grunt, and instinctively prompted him to raise his hand suddenly, and then firmly grabbed the thing that was constantly wriggling into his ear.

But the moment he touched the thing, there was a maddening pain in the palm of his hand.

The "staff" thought he might scream, but strangely, his jaw seemed to be stuck, he couldn't make a sound, he couldn't move, he could only pant violently.Soon, even his fingers lost strength, and he could feel that the thing in his palm was mixing with his own blood and peeled flesh, and continued to drill deep into his ear.

At the last moment of life, the "staff" struggled to raise his eyes to the ceiling——

It was a white mass, with monstrously misshapen flesh and dozens of sucker-covered pallor, that looked entirely beyond human perception.

Incomprehensible.

indescribable.

Can't judge.

The brain of the "staff" is blank, and the only thing that can be perceived is the extreme evil and darkness emanating from it.

Time has become extremely long at this moment, yet so short. The "staff" eyeballs shook.His body began to twitch.

The slender tentacle that fell from the ceiling has completely disappeared into the ear hole, and penetrated into the head of the cleaner.

Everything happened so silently...

A streak of bright red blood slowly fell down the "staff"'s earhole, flowing from the earlobe to his chin, then the side of the neck, and then... a "person" raised his arm, and put his arm near his ear The blood was wiped clean with the cuff.

And at this time, in the real world, only two or three seconds have passed.

The darkness covered up everything, covered up this silent, but extremely precise and rapid occupation and killing.

"Alan... Alan..."

The "staff" raised his arms a little stiffly, and then moved his fingers.

At the beginning, his movements were still a little stiff, but soon, his movements became extremely smooth and natural, no different from normal people.

He turned his head and walked towards Alan step by step. When he called Alan again, his voice was already full of concern.

He kindly raised the lamp in his hand to illuminate the corridor for Allen.

"What are you looking at?"

he asked.

The singing disappeared.

And that weird... squirming color is gone too.

The glare of the lights and the arrival of the man's voice interrupted Allen's trance for a moment.

As if being forcibly dragged up from a weird and absurd dream, Allen took a long breath like a drowning person.

Then, he turned his head in astonishment, and looked at the "staff" who had appeared by his side at some point.

The man was grinning, smiling foolishly at Allen.

"Ellen..."

He whispered, his voice was full of nostalgia and madness that could not be concealed.

"..."

Allen shuddered and took several steps back quickly.

"What are you going to do?"

He stared at the "staff" in front of him with great vigilance, and then asked with a pale face.