Chapter 34 You seem to be having a lot of fun.

In the huge laboratory, some researchers who were working suddenly found that their colleagues around them had disappeared, but they could not find any trace of each other. Such a thing naturally attracted attention, and the hunters took quick action and began to investigate one by one whether the problem was caused by the sudden containment of contaminants.

At this time, Kevin squatted on the ground and yawned. Since the human moth died suddenly on the spot, he had to switch to another ancestor to serve him. He cultivated relationships three times a day and was very busy. The man's behavior at this time seems very normal, but only when you get close to him can you notice that he seems to be talking to someone who does not exist.

"You have to move faster." The green-haired man rubbed his head and said helplessly: "Hunters are not vegetarians."

"Blame me?" Kevin raised the coffee in his hand, originally wanting to take a sip, but now He almost choked and coughed: "How can you blame me? He said he had an old injury. Can I tie him up, knock him unconscious and send him over?"

Kevin clenched his fists and was so angry that he had a headache. The person opposite was still saying something, but he suddenly stopped and heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Da da da."

It was the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the ground. The pace of the visitor was neither hasty nor slow. The rhythm of each step was very long, but he walked extremely fast. He arrived in just a few steps. In front of the room, like a string of connected notes, a man stood in front of the door. There were no other unnecessary decorations on his extended white coat, but it was worn by the visitor to give it the feeling of high-end custom-made clothing.

He lowered his body slightly and slipped through the door frame, considering how tall the man was. One shiny leather shoe hit the floor, then another.

This casual outfit, lazy appearance, and long gray-blue hair hanging on the shoulders together constitute the image of the visitor. The director is leaning on the door frame, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a A pen.

"Look," the man's red eyes fell on Kevin, and the other man's body was completely stiff at this time. An indescribable pressure was oppressing his nerves, bone marrow, and even his head. Kevin's His eyes were bloodshot, and his body involuntarily bent down little by little, as if he had been crushed by something. He could only kneel on the floor with his back straight: "There is an extra little one in my laboratory. Rat."

"Help...I..."

The coffee in Kevin's hand fell down and ended up on the newly cleaned floor. The other end of the call had already stopped answering. The person he was communicating with had already stopped talking. It had disappeared, and the only sound of cracking bones could be heard in the room.

Shu Mo stood there and looked at the two people in front of him. No. 13 stood in front of him and glared at him. The mask on his face was different from that of his brother, revealing a pair of eyes. At this time, those eyes were full of burning anger, looking at him with hatred. Shu Mo in front of me.

The look in his eyes was as if he wanted to cut Shu Mo into a hundred and eighty pieces with his eyes, and then burn it to ashes with a fire and then use it to plant flowers. Shu Mo took a step back silently. He felt that he was wronged. From birth to now, Shu Mo had encountered many things because of his identity as a so-called blasphemer, but he never understood why those people were chasing after him. Don't put it behind your butt.

Now there were living breathing Seven Commandments in front of him, or people from the Trial House. He originally wanted to continue walking forward, but No. 13 suddenly stretched out his hand and swung out the giant scythe in his hand, layer by layer. The sound of chains being blocked came, and the road ahead was now locked. Shu Mo could only stop. After thinking for a moment, he simply asked the other party a question:

"You always say that I am a blasphemer." Shu Mo looked at No. 13 and said, "But I don't have anything." Do it."

"Do I look like I can kill a god?"

Shu Mo looked down at himself, feeling a little confused. The situation now became very magical. No. 13 stood next to Shu Mo and confronted him, staring at the man. No. 7 limped over, and his injuries finally got better. When the two people stood in front of Shu Mo, he finally saw clearly what the long rope hanging between them was: it was pulled out from the waists of the two people and connected No. 13 and No. 7 when they stood together. Umbilical cord together.

When this soft and lustrous thing appeared in front of Shu Mo, it seemed strangely absurd. Numbers 13 and 7 are both wearing the robes of the Judgment House, with patterns similar to the Eyes of God sewn on the corners of their clothes. That is the logo of the Judgment House, serving as God’s other pair of eyes that shepherd believers for Him.

To be honest, although he has always been called a blasphemer, Shu Mo has never seen that high God. In other words, he has doubted a little: does the so-called God really exist?

"Your existence is the greatest blasphemy against God!"

Number 13 said word by word. He took a step forward and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to embrace something, and as if he was worshiping it, even if the other person did not appear in front of him. In front of him, even though No. 13 has never seen God, he still believes in him fervently, even if God never comes to him.

He even half-knelt on the ground, praying in the direction of the divine residence on the first floor. No. 7 stood beside him, glanced at him, and suddenly coughed softly.

"Ahem."

"Ahem!"

No. 7 reached out and pushed his brother: "You bowed in the wrong direction..."

Even at this time, road idiots often can't recognize the people in front, left, and right. No. 13:...

" I know where God lives, and God is in my heart!" No. 13 changed his direction and worshiped. After No. 7 was glared at by him, he stepped back helplessly. He didn't even dare to tell his brother. He bowed in the wrong direction again.

This scene looked a little funny, but Shu Mo only found it horrifying. Because the fanaticism in No. 13's eyes and the reverence for God in his voice could not be concealed. Shu Mo had never imagined that someone would go so far in their faith. He couldn't figure out why, let alone them. Why do this.

What exactly is faith?

For some reason, Shu Mo thought of greed.

His eyes were complicated: "I have never seen Him, and I don't even know if He exists."

"Have you ever visited God?"

No. 13 said: "We cannot gaze upon the glory of God, but I believe that one day I can Go and see Him."

No. 7 walked around Shu Mo, then tentatively hit the barrier and was knocked to the ground.

Shu Mo said: "I have never seen Him. If you have not seen Him and I have not seen Him, then can I deduce that God does not actually exist? He is just a symbol, a logo, and a being. A fabricated lie?"

No. 13's eyes widened a little, and his expression suddenly became terrifying at that moment. He seemed to be completely irritated, and roared: "You are lying, how can you slander God? !"

No. 7 was trying to kill Shu Mo with a curse like taking an object from the air, but his mental attack failed to penetrate the director's protective shield. He squatted down helplessly, as if trying to hang on Shu Mo. what.

Shu Mo said: "Since you said that I am a blasphemer."

He tilted his head and seemed to be thinking about something: "Then if I say this now, doesn't it fit my image?"

No. 13 was angry to the roots of his teeth. Itching, Shu Mo couldn't help but take a step back due to his vicious eyes. Then he suddenly realized that No. 13 couldn't hit him, so he took two steps forward. That meant: You have the ability to hit him. me.

"Brother!" No. 13 was so angry that he was placed in the trial house to receive teachings after being transformed. No. 13, who only knew how to obey God's will, could not speak better than Shu Mo. He quickly called for reinforcements, but Seven Hao took out a pack of cigarettes, lowered his head and took a puff. The man sighed and said, "Little Thirteen, why don't we go back to sleep."

"Shut up, you loser!" Thirteen No. 7 glared at his brother fiercely. He seemed to be so angry that he lost his mind: "You ungodly bastard, when I get back, I will definitely report the above to the Bishop and report your crimes."

No. 7 Raise your hands in surrender.

Shu Mo looked at them and suddenly asked: "You haven't answered me yet."

"Do you think God exists?"

No. 13 turned to look at him. His eyes were bright red, as if they were quenched with poison. Blind obedience and fanaticism to God almost made those eyes look like a burning fire. Shu Mo saw his own reflection in it that was being burned by the fire and began to distort, as if he was really being tortured in it at this time:

"Of course God exists."

"If there were no God, we would have been drowned by the flood long ago."

The voice of No. 13 suddenly dropped, losing its anger, becoming hollow and flat, as if speaking without emotion. What is being recited:

"Before the end of the world, the twelve gods created miracles. They built twelve towers, and before the flood came, they allowed the creatures of the old era to enter the towers to avoid disaster."

"If not With their feats, all of us have been flooded and swallowed up by disasters.

What great beings they are, compassionate and tolerant, allowing the world to survive under the grace of God, and allowing you to continue to survive in the tower

. All our lives now, all our lives, originate from God's mercy."

No. 7 smoked a cigarette without saying a word, watching his brother recite the Judgment Hall word by word in a longing tone . Bishop Nei recited the words in their ears day and night, and the cigarette ashes in his hand fell little by little and fell on the back of his hand, even burning to his fingertips without even noticing.

Then, he heard the sentence that everyone in the trial court said:

"Without God, we have become ghosts of the old era, corpses submerged in floods."

Shu Mo slowly frowned and looked at As the person in front of him looked at him, the emotions in his eyes were burning like will-o'-the-wisps, and they burst out, trying to burn him together.

"And you, you bunch of scum and maggots, you live under God's grace, but you intend to disobey His will."

No. 13 came forward, as if he wanted to tear Shu Mo to pieces with his fingers. His fingers scratched on the protective shield. The man's nails were lifted off due to the shock caused by too much force, but he didn't care at all. No. 13, whose fingertips were dripping with blood, looked completely unconcerned about his body's injuries, as if he was protecting his body. God’s dignity is much more important than your own safety.

"In the previous great purge, you blasphemers died under the glory of God. Ah, what a nostalgic time. I still remember the feeling when I cut off the heads of you heretics." No. 13 suddenly Smiling: "And you are the garbage that escaped that cleaning. Your existence makes the tower full of filth. The existence of pollutants comes from the aura exuding from your body."

No. 13 looked at it in confusion. Looking at Shu Mo, he looked at the hesitant expression that suddenly appeared on the face of the man who had always been indifferent. He laughed and answered Shu Mo's previous question:

"Your existence is filth itself." He said softly: "It's because The existence of you blasphemers will continue to produce filth in the tower."

No. 13 whispered: "Why do you think we hate you? It's because if we don't get rid of you, the tower will be because of you. Our existence is constantly being polluted and eroded. After losing the tower, we will be flooded. You are the culprit causing everyone's death."

His nails were lifted and fell to the ground, although No. 13 could not touch them. to him, but he still had the feeling of being wrapped in blood. He took a step back and watched No. 7 take a step forward, hold No. 13's hand, and whispered to him: "That's enough."

"Shut up. ! Brother, don't stop me."

"There's not enough time," said No. 7, "If you don't leave, it will be too late."

"I have to kill him!" No. 13 said loudly, "I have to get rid of this. Heretic..."

"Are you telling the truth?" Shu Mo looked at him, his brows slowly furrowed, and a very complicated expression spread on the man's face. He didn't care about anything else, not even that he was being raped. Called heresy, but the appearance of contaminants is because of him?

Will he cause the destruction of the tower?

Shu Mo suddenly remembered what Price of Truth said to him: The truth you want is right in front of you.

Is this the truth?

"No, that's not right." Shu Mo lowered his head and took a deep breath. He raised his face. His green eyes were extremely bright. The stubbornness in his eyes was even more stubborn than that of No. 13. He took a step forward and suddenly ignored the two people. During the dispute, the man grabbed the hood of No. 13. The man let out an exclamation. He never thought that Shu Mo would suddenly attack him, because the black-haired young man's hand was too hard and the movement was too sudden. His hood After being lifted off, the mask fell to the ground. Several of the man's hairs were grabbed by Shu Mo and pulled out. He raised his face angrily, only to find that Shu Mo was looking at the hair between his fingers. hair, and then slowly showed a smile.

"Fake."

"What?"

No. 13 grabbed his hair, and his green hair exploded messily, and then pressed it against the back of the man's neck according to gravity. No. 7 was also a little confused. Shu Mo took a step forward. He suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed the hair on both sides of No. 13. No. 7 reached out to stop him, but was pushed back a few steps by the barrier on his body. The man's body showed a With an unprecedented aggression, he grabbed the man's green hair hard and kept observing, just to verify his inner thoughts:

"Your hair is green."

Shu Mo looked at him, Say softly: "So everything you say is false."

Don't believe what the green-haired person says.

Shu Mo's fingers trembled and he continued: "So I am not the culprit that caused the filth to appear. You...you are lying to me."

"You are the liar!" After hearing this sentence, No. 13 was also completely deceived. Enraged, he held Shu Mo's hand and planned to struggle. However, in the next second, the two people's movements suddenly stopped. The movements of No. 13 and Shu Mo seemed to have pressed the pause button at this moment. People hesitated and tested, but in the end, Shu Mo and No. 13 both decided on one thing.

Shu Mo's fingers froze, and when he saw the person in front of him suddenly hunched over, he chuckled from his throat:

"The barrier..."

"It's ineffective..."

It was like a beast that had been restrained finally broke free from the shackles. , No. 13 changed his appearance from before. He slowly straightened up and was cut in half, as if two faces were torn off, and then split apart forcefully. The weird faces sewn together were just like that. Mo's face raised a smile to him.

"Don't be afraid." No. 7 behind him took off his mask, revealing a face exactly like his: "I will send you... to see God."

Shu Mo was silent.

@Director, didn’t your barrier promise to be effective for a few hours? Why did it suddenly fail? Is this a fake or shoddy product?

No. 13 slowly raised his hand, and his giant scythe flew towards him dragging long chains, while No. 7 was behind him, and finally hung the thing in his hand on Shu Mo's body, the ferocious weapon There was blood on the edge of the blade. Shu Mo didn't pay attention to No. 7's movements. He just looked at No. 13 in front of him and raised the thing in his hand. Before death came, his expression showed no fear or fear. Not afraid, but calm, calm as if just about to usher in a peaceful sleep.

Among all the people killed by No. 13, there were countless people who showed their ugly faces before dying and even knelt down to beg for mercy. However, he had only seen a few people with such expressions as Xiang Shu Mo. There was no one who would not die before his death. He lost his composure in front of him, why could this blasphemer put on such an expression?

Then, he raised his hand, and the giant scythe reflected Shu Mo's face. The next second, the calm expression on the black-haired young man's face broke and turned into a... puzzled expression.

"Eh?"

No. 13 paused. He didn't even have time to react. A feeling of déjà vu came from his limbs. Number 7 beside him also felt that the scene was a bit familiar. Before the two of them could react, they were just like the two of them. The cannonball spun and flew out again, making a crackling sound in the air like a high-speed spiral, and then hit the wall of the containment room hard.

"It seems I'm late."

The sound of high heels on the ground came, like the sound of claws tapping the ground when a spider walks: "You seem to be having a lot of fun?"