[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

Two identical corpses were placed side by side on the operating table. The skin was cut open, the internal organs were taken out, the brain was stripped, and the room was filled with blood.

Tony buried himself in the microscope while Moriarty hung his hands, changing objects between his fingers.He thought about the existing attempts, destroyed the white house, overturned the attic, and even attempted suicide, but each time he either returned to the beginning of the cycle or entered a completely logical plot.He had to suspect that these changes were calculated based on his own memory and thinking, but who was responsible for the calculation and control? ... Obviously it can't be that thought, is that the reality gem itself?

"It's no different." Tony finished his observation and concluded, "I didn't see Magnussen's body with my own eyes. Death, there is no difference between them. It is just that the body of Magnussen in the basement will not continue to change, and the body of Magnuson on the stairs will slowly show the change process that a normal corpse should have after cutting the throat... It seems There is no answer to be found in him."

"It seems that I have tried everything that can be tried." Moriarty sighed.

Tony looked at him: "You obviously missed a possibility..."

"—combining these attempts may have some effect." Moriarty interrupted him, "The only key point that can be grasped now is the step. There must be an unlocking point in the dividing line from illusion to reality." There is a time gap between when Jarvis wakes you up and when I return to the living room... and you can’t skip Jarvis’ awakening and follow me back to the real world through the steps, and you will have to experience the same memory and Wait, maybe Jarvis is also the key..."

"Then try to enter reality at the same moment when Jarvis wakes me up." Tony said, "Let's first determine whether this period of time is really missing."

"Then try a combo like killing Magnuson on the stairs and Magnuson in the basement at the same time while destroying Appledore, the Thinking Attic or the White House... Hope I convince you next time Time to spend less time."

Tony thought about it seriously: "Hmm... I think it's a little more reliable for you to convince me to agree to be killed by you. Really, especially in the matter of Magnussen, I think it will be a huge project .”

Moriarty kissed the tip of his nose, which was shiny with sweat: "I'll try my best to be eloquent, baby."

When the second reached ten, the world suddenly turned upside down.Moriarty's consciousness became blurred again, his memory was withdrawn, his thinking was reset, and he followed his downward steps, stepping down one step at a time.

-

The man in black robe fell down without saying a word, Tony shook out a piece of desert camouflage to wrap him, pushed him directly under the jeep, dug a shallow hole and half-buried it, squatted behind the car and walked slowly Changed tires.Within 2 minutes, the person who had just left ran back, angrily scolded Tony in the local language, pushed him aside rudely, and started to do it himself.

Tony shrugged and stood aside with his gun in his hand, not worried that he might find someone buried under the car.After sweating profusely for another ten minutes, the man fixed the tire problem and urged Tony to get in the car.Tony got into the back seat directly and sat next to Irene.

Not seen for many days, Irene looks a lot haggard.The make-up was gone from her face, covering Cador and tightly covering her hair and ears.She leaned on the car seat with her eyes closed, as if she had accepted her fate, with a numb look on her face.Tony pretended to inadvertently put the muzzle of the gun on her arm, stared straight ahead, and tapped Morse code intermittently.

The bumps of the car are a good cover.After tapping two or three times in a row, Irene finally responded.She glanced at Tony vaguely, recognized those familiar eyes, and nodded calmly.After driving another distance, the car stopped in front of a piece of weathered rock.The two executioners sitting in the front got out of the car one after another, and Tony also opened the car door, pressed the gun against Irene's back, and urged her to move forward.

It was already getting dark, and the shorter executioner set up a DV in front, while the taller one stood on the other side of Irene with a long knife, obviously he would be the one to carry out the execution later.Irene knelt down slowly, her voice was a little hoarse: "Your leader promised me to say goodbye to someone..."

The man who was fiddling with the DV threw her mobile phone over impatiently. Irene picked up the mobile phone, lowered her head and pressed the screen to light up.The executioner held up the knife and stared at her covetously. Tony made a urging gesture. After two or three consecutive times, Irene lowered her head and pressed the send button, and handed him the phone.

They exchanged one last look, and Tony grabbed the phone and put it in his pocket.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the vast sea of ​​sand. Irene lowered her head, bent her back slightly, raised her knees slightly, and supported the ground with her fingers.Tony raised the muzzle of his gun slightly, calculating the angle of the immediate shot.The executioner raised his long knife high, ready to cut it down at any time.

However, at this moment, a seductive groan suddenly sounded.

"……what."

Eileen suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice in astonishment.Before Tony could react, a saber slashed over, and then a familiar voice sounded: "Run——!"

"——No!!!" Irene rushed over and hugged Sherlock's legs with all her might.In the blink of an eye, Tony raised his hand to grab the incoming blade, and pulled the trigger on the man behind the tripod with his right hand!

The sharp blade cut into his skin with great force, and blood slid down the palm of his hand and into his sleeve.Regardless of checking the results of the shooting just now, Tony threw away the gun in his right hand, turned around with his strength, the palm blade fell heavily, and the long knife broke from it!

The bullet did not cause fatal injuries, and the man behind the tripod had already jumped out, and bullets poured out from the muzzle of the gun.With the breaking of the long knife and the strength of Irene, Sherlock fell to the ground without any suspense, and was hugged and rolled aside.In the next second, Bullet Rain tore his clothes, wiped his muscles and shot into the ground, while Tony jumped up high from the ground, avoiding the strafing bullets, and threw half of the blade in his hand!

The masked man's reaction was so fast that he didn't look like an ordinary person whose mind was corrupted by drugs and had only undergone rough training. He rolled on the spot in time, avoided the attacking blade, and threw a black cylinder at the same time.The bright light suddenly came on, and the sound of the explosion went straight to the eardrums. Tony closed his eyes subconsciously, and stepped back. At this moment, a piece of rope net fell from the sky, followed by more than a dozen well-equipped soldiers who jumped out of the yellow sand. soldiers!

Tony raised his right hand and held down the bracelet.A thin laser cut through the tough web with ease.Wu felt a lot of influence, he didn't bother to fight, and ran straight to the jeep.However, the bullet hit the fuel tank and the tire in the next second, Tony swears, turned around and threw the burqa at the attackers, and ran to Sherlock and Irene in two or three steps, with one in each hand, towards the horizon Run away!

"Can someone tell me what's going on!!?" Sherlock yelled, trying to bend his legs to keep from sinking deeper into the sand. "Who is he!!!?"

"—Superman!!!"

Tony's shoes have been specially modified for the desert environment, and they run like flat ground.They quickly got rid of the pursuers and ushered in the helicopter to respond.After climbing into the cabin, Irene sat down with weak legs, Sherlock took off his mask, and looked at Tony with piercing eyes: "Who are you?"

"Tony Stark." Tony stretched out his hand, "It doesn't matter who I am, where I come from, where I'm going...that means you'd better shut up from now on and don't ask any questions, I Don't want to answer questions."

Sherlock seemed to have never heard of it: "So the disappearance of the newly appointed deputy minister of the Ministry of Overseas Development has something to do with you?"

Tony: "..."

Irene who survived the catastrophe suddenly relaxed and burst out laughing.Tony said with a straight face: "Jarvis? Is Moran missing?"

"Yes, sir," Jarvis replied. "Mr. Moran's communication was lost while you were under attack."

"—It's none of my business now." Tony shrugged and rolled into the driver's seat.Sherlock turned over too, still staring at him. "Where's Moriarty?"

Tony paused with his hand: "Mr. Holmes, can I pay you to shut yourself up?"

"When I don't want to shut up, I can speak four hundred words a minute." Sherlock said, "Then change the question, are the kidnappers of Moran and Moriarty the same group?"

Tony looked at Sherlock.Sherlock spoke quickly and calmly: "It's easy to guess, unless you and Moriarty have broken up, but obviously from the necklace on your chest and the expression on your face when I mentioned his name..."

"—Sherlock!"

Erin cut him off.There was a brief calm in the headset.Tony breathed out slowly: "I don't need more help on this matter."

Worry and concern appeared on Irene's face: "I was brought here for execution as a bait...but Moran was also taken away on purpose? Do you want to find out Moriarty's location in this way?"

"—That makes sense, I didn't even think of it." Tony didn't want to bring up the topic, and interrupted, "By the way, are you two getting married? Don't forget to send us some invitations, Jim I would love to attend your wedding..."

"You have a communication request from an unknown number, sir." Jarvis' voice suddenly sounded, "Do you need me to connect you?"

-

Moran almost woke up from the pain.The burning pain whipped into the bone marrow like lightning, and Moran almost thought he was being tortured before he fully woke up.When he woke up, he found that the facts were similar to torture. His limbs were fixed on a hospital bed, and the doctor wearing a mask was stirring his wound with tweezers.Moran cried out in pain, someone clapped his hands, and the doctor stopped.

Moran turned his head with difficulty, and a familiar face appeared in view.His face was very ugly: "Thomas!?"

"——I originally imagined a better reunion scene." Thomas slowly approached him, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, "I still thought that one day you would understand my painstaking efforts and stand back by my side. Side... But you listened to Stark's instigation and decided to be my enemy. Oh, in order to deceive me, you seem to be injured a lot. It's a pity that all the implants on your body have been removed. For It can make you feel the lesson, I specifically ordered them not to give you anesthesia, you won't blame me for disregarding the past friendship, right?"

The doctor started to move again, and Moran's eyes turned black from the pain.He gritted his teeth tightly, his face contorted, but he still didn't forget to talk to Thomas in a mocking tone: "I hope one day... when I smooth out the grooves in your brain... I don't need to give you anesthesia... . . . but the dead always suffer less than the living, don't they?"

A look of disgust flashed on Thomas's face, and he said calmly: "The body is just a form, and the soul is the essence. If that day really comes, I don't mind what you will do to my body."

"...Where is the boss?"

"You won't be able to see him for the time being." Thomas said sympathetically, "You may never see him again... You still don't know what a great transformation he has completed. the throne of..."

He stopped talking, smiled inexplicably, and turned around: "Enjoy my hospitality, Sebas... After I finish Stark, I will consider letting you go."

His voice seemed to be hovering in Moran's ears, and Moran didn't know whether he fell into a coma or was given anesthesia... When he woke up again, he was already in a room. In a prison cell made of rocks.

The retro environment, the crude facilities, the narrow window above the head... Moran didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.Now he can be sure that he is indeed on Andre's island of revenge, because this kind of architectural proposal was originally proposed by him, a penance room arranged in imitation of the environment of the Prison of Yves... and now it is really turned into detention.

He checked the treated wound and tried to move his body.Injuries and pain did not have much impact on the action, and those intentionally embedded chips were also taken out one by one.There was a surveillance probe that had just been installed on the window. Moran turned around and found another pinhole camera under the table.He violently tore them all down and started banging on the door: "Andre!! Andre!! Let me out!! Andre!! Get out!!!"

While yelling, Moran paid attention to the movement outside.He heard conversations in Russian, and the door opened.Taking advantage of opening the door, he quickly glanced outside.The corridor full of modern atmosphere, the walls hung with oil paintings, and the opposite room with open doors, sofas and tables... Keeping the layout firmly in mind, Moran looked at the two bald men standing in front of the door Roaring: "Where is Andre!? I want to see Andre!!"

"Do you want to be beaten, idiot!" A big man with a snake tattoo on his neck shook the gun in his hand threateningly, "Shut your mouth and stop yelling! Someone will let you out when the time is up of!"

They didn't mention anything about surveillance, and Moran clearly saw a black computer screen half-turned on their desk.The door slammed shut again, and Moran stepped back, pondering the available information.

Thomas said that Moriarty has completed the transformation from a mortal to a god, and most of the things are related to the power gem that Tony said... Regardless of who is the dominant soul in that body, Thomas has not taken more drastic measures against him , but just wanting to keep him here for a while proves that he still has scruples about Moriarty's attitude... But the strange thing is that he is not lying when he said that Moran will never see Moriarty ... Is he really dying?

Moran frowned slightly, and all kinds of information that had been ignored before gathered together in an instant, making him draw a conclusion almost intuitively.Only in this way can it explain why after the news of Moriarty's disappearance was released at the beginning of the new year, why those forces turned to Thomas one after another, because whether it was in their eyes or in the eyes of the black disciples who knew the inside story, Thomas was Moriarty has replaced Moriarty as the person who will share the cake... A lunatic who is near the end of his life and has no obsession with power, of course he will not be seen as a threat...

The question is what is Moriarty's current situation? If Thomas didn't kill him because he was afraid that Moriarty would not be forgiven after death, is Moriarty dead or alive now? ...Maybe the answer lies somewhere in between. Moriarty's soul has not been freed from the body, but it is another consciousness that controls that body, and the transformation Thomas refers to is forcing that consciousness to surrender itself Once he completes his goal, he will kill the donkey, end the life of that body, and release Moriarty's soul, which has extraordinary power!

Moran's mind was wide open, and he couldn't wait to verify his guess.

He groped for his neck to confirm that the mask was intact, but suddenly stopped his fingers again, his expression serious.

It was almost a joke to lock him in this room. The guards and surveillance were weak. There was no one in the corridor and no obvious cameras were installed. From the reactions of the two guards, it was not difficult to see that Andre was not If he is not on the island, Thomas will not be ignorant of his strength and neglect to take precautions. If Andre is short-handed, he will at least mobilize Hanks' men... Either he guessed his intention to throw himself into the trap, or He just didn't care if he could see the consciousness occupying Moriarty's body, or... both, Thomas mobilized all his hands to do other things!

"...Enjoy my hospitality, Sebas... After I finish Stark, I will consider letting you go."

The words Thomas said before leaving seemed to ring in his ears again, and Moran rushed to the door and slammed on the door: "Hey!! What time is it now!!!"

"January 1 at 18:06 pm." The guard replied outside the door, "You got up late, idiot! Today everyone eats two hours early, and there is another boat outside, and now the kitchen is full of people. There is probably no soup left..."

...It is already the afternoon of the second day! ?

Moran suddenly changed color.

-

"—Sebastian is in my hands."

Andre's voice came out clearly from the earphones, hoarse and low, as if he hadn't woken up from a hangover.Tony's face was gloomy, and he looked at the clouds in front of him intently: "You? I thought Higgins was behind it?"

"It doesn't matter, because I can guarantee his safety." Andre said calmly, "Thomas wanted to send you some messages, and it happened that I also had some opinions to express, so I made this call myself."

"Yeah, I haven't changed my contact information all this time, I was just waiting for your call." Tony said half-sarcastically, "Now your goal has been initially achieved, and I have become a lonely family. Next, I either choose to throw myself into the trap, or I can only live a life of being hunted down every day... How many organizations has he sold my news to? Oh, by the way, I seem to have bled a little bit just now, how much can this blood be sold on the black market now? Money? There are not many individuals with research value like me!"

"—I have no hostility towards you, Mr. Stark..."

"—how do I seem to remember someone accusing me of being the culprit before? 'It's all because of you, Stark...'"

"It cannot be denied that you are indeed the fuse of all the accidents, but Thomas is a more dangerous bomb." Andre said, "And you can't fail to see that I am reminding you."

Tony was silent for a moment, and said, "Thank you for your reminder."

"I know why you sent Sebastian here, because Thomas will definitely put him in the place closest to him, so that he can witness his correctness." I don't know if it is because of the noise, Andre The voice sounded a little erratic, "Sebastian must be wondering why I am on Thomas' side... because Thomas and I have at least one common purpose, and that is to get rid of you."

"...It's an honor." Tony said dryly.

"Thomas has his own reasons, and I think you are dangerous to this world." Andre said seriously, "You are too dangerous, Stark. It is my people who are in charge of researching that armor, so I Some information was obtained a long time ago... They may not be able to create such a beautiful weapon of war, but it is not impossible to disassemble it. Why the research has stalled, I know it, and James knows it too. He subconsciously To protect you, and I want to protect the world. What you bring is so advanced that it will throw the world into chaos... I know you always want to avoid this, but when you see others in danger , can you refuse to save? When you know that a certain action of yours can prevent a disaster, can you stop doing it?"

"...It seems that things are more serious than I thought." Tony said softly.

"James has been lying to you, he has done more than you can see." Andre's tone became severe, "You think you have prevented him from committing a crime, but you don't know that he killed you to keep your secret How many people..."

Tony was silent.The atmosphere seemed to become heavy.Andre continued: "Even if you were not the direct pusher of the evil, you indirectly caused the incident to happen. Stark, watching the world become worse and worse because of your arrival, you have no intentions at all. Are you guilty?"

"You don't need to use this excuse to convince me, because he never cared about the consequences of leaking secrets." Tony twitched his lips, "There are no permanent secrets in this world, and you think he killed Magnussen because I was threatened ?”

"Otherwise, why else?"

"Maybe he's just curious about the source of Magnussen's confidence." Tony said, "Let's be honest, Andre... what are you trying to express?"

"——Thomas wants you to go to that island." Andre said, "You know Thomas wants to kill you, and you also want to face the enemy and rescue James. I can promise to guarantee James and Sebastian safe, but I hope you really die."

"...What's the reason?"

"He got a nuke."

Silence spread.

"Thomas is a lunatic, he won't have any scruples..." Tony's voice was dry, "...I hope I can trust you."

Andre's voice was serious: "For world peace."

"For world peace."

-

Moran was quiet for a while, then started to kick the door frantically again: "Come here!! Is anyone here!! I need a doctor!!"

The guard shouted impatiently, "What?"

"I need a doctor!!!" Moran yelled, "My wound is open!!!"

"Forget it, idiot!" A guard came over and knocked on the door with the barrel of a gun. "Your voice is as loud as a live donkey, don't try to trick us into opening the door. Are you a wounded ass? Open? Hahaha..."

Moran recognized his voice and knew it was the one with the snake tattooed around his neck.He yelled angrily, "Idiot!! Get me a doctor right away!! Damn it!!! I need morphine!!!"

The guard laughed loudly at his companion in Russian: "Did you hear that, Ivan? That's the point, he wants morphine! Hey, idiot, there's no morphine here!"

Moran pretended not to understand, and continued to shout: "Give me the morphine!!"

"Does everyone seem to be addicted to drugs now, Peter?" His companion said, "Maybe he really has a wound. I'll go and report to the higher authorities."

"Who has time to care about him now?" Peter said in a disdainful tone, "I'm locked up here and still want morphine? Hey! Idiot! No morphine!"

He used English for the second half of the sentence, and Moran slammed the door, cursed a few words, and stopped as if exhausted.After a pause for a few seconds, he lowered his voice: "Is there any heroin?"

"What?" Peter didn't hear clearly.

Moran leaned closer to the keyhole: "Heroin, bastard! Marijuana is fine too! Opium, Demerol, cocaine..."

"Ha! You like a lot!" Peter sarcastically said, "But I'm just your guard, and I'm not responsible for providing you with drugs. What if you die of drugs?"

Moran heard the change in his attitude, and immediately said eagerly: "You must have a way to get me some! I saw your tattoo... It seems that it has been tattooed for less than two months, two months There's no way a drug addict will wean themselves off these little treasures, right? You've got the stock! Give me some! Give me some, and I'll pay you back!"

Peter was silent for a while, and his voice became clear: "Do you understand the rules of trading?"

Moran knew that he was also close to the keyhole: "I can't give you anything now, but you know I won't stay here for long... If you can go online, you can search for my identity, I'm Sebastian Ann Moran, Deputy Minister of Overseas Development, a hereditary aristocrat, do you think I will deceive you? Even if I lose my salary, you can sell it to any reporter just because of my drug use. A lot of money."

He didn't mention Thomas and Andre, deliberately lowering his status.Peter hesitated for a moment, probably remembered something, and said fiercely: "You have to give me the reward before leaving the island. If you dare to lie to me, I will definitely let you learn a lesson."

Moran hastily began to promise.Peter opened the door.Due to the pain of the wound and the strenuous activity, Moran is indeed pale and dull-eyed now, which is quite consistent with the symptoms of drug addiction.He no longer doubted, and took out a brown vial from his pocket: "You can only get opium here..."

Moran grabbed his hand, twisted it in the opposite direction, his legs lifted into the air, grabbed Peter's neck, and dropped him heavily to the ground, snapping his cervical spine.Another guard heard something wrong and quickly stood up with a gun in his hand. Moran stepped forward and smashed the medicine bottle in his face.The guard pulled the trigger subconsciously, and Moran snatched into the room dangerously, grabbed the barrel of the gun and slammed into his arms, throwing him backwards, the muzzle of the gun pressed against his heart, continuously Pulling the trigger a few times... The blood smeared quickly, and Moran shot another shot in the opponent's head, and then he was slightly relieved, and the pain of the tearing wound emerged.

After checking his condition a little, Moran walked towards the window with the rifle in hand.As he expected, there were almost no people outside... If he remembered correctly, this villa was the most luxurious of all the buildings on the island, and the other villas were only used for entertaining guests.Thomas probably hid someone here...

...If you don't hide it closer, how can you let him find it easily?

Moran thought to himself, walking along the corridor to the master bedroom in the impression of the villa.On the third floor, he killed another skinny black man wearing only an apron. After opening the door of the master bedroom, a sweet smell of opium rushed straight to the sky.He parted the tapestries and curtains, and walked into the depths of the room.The places where the windows used to be were sealed with oil paintings and embroidery, thick carpets spread all over the floor, and next to the walls was a thick layer of cushions piled with shiny satin.A person wearing a silk robe is crouching among the brocade, if it weren't for the black hair, it is almost impossible to tell that there is a human being on it.

Moran squatted down and poked the gun.The person in the brocade half turned around and opened his eyes.The familiar face definitely belonged to Jim Moriarty, but Moran felt strange and absurd.His throat was rough: "What should I call you?"

"You can call me Jim, or you can call me Stuart." Stuart sat up slowly, as if he was half asleep, with a dull face, "Thomas told me that there will be a guest... I smell blood from you."

He suddenly seemed to come to life, and he held Moran's arm urgently: "Do you have that kind of medicine?——Thomas has a kind of medicine that can make people feel very happy. If you can provide it to me, I will tell you You a Moriarty's secret..."

Using Moriarty's body for such an act, Moran slapped him unbearably.Stuart seemed to have been greatly frightened, and retreated to the corner of the wall covering his face: "My face is going to split...my face is going to split..."

Anger and sadness rose in Moran's heart inexplicably.He suppressed the urge to kill Stuart, and still cherished the luck that Thomas found someone to look like Moriarty: "Where is Moriarty?"

Stuart raised his head with strange eyes: "You are always looking for Moriarty...I am not allowed to imitate him, but you blame me for not being like him...Everyone, everyone, what is so attractive about him?"

Moran narrowed his eyes: "Besides me and Thomas, who else?"

"Andre." Stuart showed a smile that was not a smile, and raised his chin slightly, "He also slapped me like you, and then left in a huff. I should be happy for your loyalty huh, Sebastian?"

For a moment, Moran almost thought it was Moriarty who had returned, but the sense of incompatibility in Stuart's temperament made him wake up again.Familiar voice, familiar tone... Moran's eyes fell on Stuart's ears, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly - he was afraid that if he didn't restrain himself, he would smash that face in the next second .Faces can deceive people, but ears can't. He finally tore away the luck in his heart and admitted the weirdness he saw before him.

"Another question." His voice was trembling. "Where's Thomas?"

"--I'm here."

Thomas' voice came from behind him.Moran turned around and saw him in a suit and leather shoes, slowly walking into the room with a relaxed expression.Moran raised his gun and pointed it at him: "Thomas, how confident are you that I won't kill you?"

"Ah...you do have many reasons to kill me." Thomas sat down on the chair with a smile on his lips, "but you must want to know how I am sure that Jim still 'exists'."

Stewart got up quietly, covered the half of his slapped face, and slipped into the bathroom.With killing intent rising in Moran's heart, he asked cooperatively, "How did you make sure?"

"—Didn't you smell the smell in this room?" Thomas' voice was so soft that he seemed to be talking to himself, "The continuous burning of opium, the 'kiss of the holy light' once or twice a day... ...Oh, you probably don't know about the newly formulated drug in the laboratory. It can lengthen the pleasure to five stages, which is completely irresistible. But when it works on him, the effect is a little worse than that of ordinary experimental products, after all He has a powerful soul, and the combination with the body is not tight enough... But after losing the protection of power, he has become more and more dependent on this feeling."

"But you destroyed Boss's body." Moran couldn't hide his anger, "Even if he can come back in the end, he will become less and less like himself..."

"--What is there to miss about a mortal body!" Thomas suddenly raised his voice, his chest heaving violently, "He is destined to gain greater power and achieve a perfect divinity, and the mortal body is just a bondage! You have until now Still can't understand?..."

He met Moran's gaze, and suddenly laughed: "Oh... yes, you will think I am a lunatic. But no one has ever noticed his specialness like me. I know... you think I'm a pedophile, I've been madly in love with 'Him' from such an early age...you don't know what it's like when my life is in a desperate death and I hang myself in the attic and decide to kill myself , but the soul passed through the wall and saw an angelic boy hang a fat man and cut off his lower body with a paring knife."

He twitched his nose nervously, and said softly: "You don't understand that feeling... The moment I met his gaze, I seemed to be caught in a dizzying light... I don't know what I am How did I escape from death? When I woke up again, the rope was broken. I lay on the ground and slept for 72 hours. From then on, I decided that I must follow Jim and witness him How did you become a god?"

"...Higgins, you are an out-and-out pervert..."

Moran was disgusted and noticed his description: "So you concluded from the beginning that there was a soul occupying this body, because you had the experience of your soul leaving your body?"

"Yeah, I recognized it from the beginning." Thomas said softly, "For that, I have to thank Stark... right?"

His face became scary again, and his smile was almost ferocious: "But why should I thank him... He changed Jim and made him no longer pure. I could have watched him release in the last period of my life." To show the most dazzling brilliance and climb to the top of the world, but he made him degenerate, slowed down his pace, made him forget his mission, and even removed me from his most trusted ranks..."

Moran couldn't help laughing suddenly: "Sorry...