Joker Game (Fei Gua) Chapter 1: Story of the past 5

"Hey hey, this is human beings, this is you" A middle-aged man wearing a foundation researcher's costume sat on the ground, chattering to a guard who was also sitting on the ground. His white coat was covered with blood, the collar was torn, and hung casually on his shoulders, his hair was sticky and tangled, and his face was covered with countless cuts drawn with a small blade.

"Slavery, laziness, betrayal, greed, jealousy, cowardice, **Look at these words, why do you use so many different words to distinguish each other, are you deceiving yourself? You can't be simple, such as directly Classify it as human nature?" His hands kept drawing circles on both sides of his head, as if he was extremely entangled: "Ah, but it is precisely because of this that you are so interesting that you are simply the most perfect work of the creator, um , and of course the worst thing, hehehe, because each of you has your own little story, little abacus, and thoughts that you don’t want to be known by anyone. Watching you people every day seems to be much more interesting than going out and wandering Oh, by the way, have I entered your mind?" He asked with a smile, and then pushed the guard opposite.

The guard shook a few times, then fell to the ground with a bang, obviously dead for a long time.

"Hey hey hey, it seems that he has entered hahahaha——" He seemed to be amused by his own joke, clutching his stomach and rolling over, his voice sounded like he was rubbing the glass with sandpaper, making people The roots of the teeth are sour.

Looking away gradually, this is a huge room, surrounded by countless corpses, they are either laughing or terrified, their faces are contorted and convulsed, as if they are holding each other. A lunatic who played with himself to death. And the monitor in the corner is recording all this.

In another room, Mr. Detective watched everything on the screen quietly: "Is he like this all the time?" He asked.

"Uh, please forgive me for not knowing what he looks like now, I can't listen to him, and I can't look at him, his infection doesn't distinguish between time and place, even across the screen, it's enough to kill me." The little fat man sat far away from the monitor screen, wearing headphones, which allowed him to filter out all the sounds in the monitor and only hear what Mr. Detective said alone.

Mr. Detective hesitated: "You killed him?"

"Body." The little fat man immediately said: "But I guess you can't be killed, because you don't have a body in the first place. Anyway, the body has been kept in a safe place now, and he Since his death, it has become more difficult to deal with. We can only use a large number of people to keep him every day, otherwise he will definitely cause even bigger troubles. However, it seems that he is tired of this game, so We need you."

"So you will kill me too!"

"No, no, no, that's not killing, it just keeps you out of your body for a while, it's like a cold virus, you're the medicine you need to take after you catch a cold, and when the cold gets better, we'll return your body to you , this is easy to understand, right."

"But he doesn't look so easy to cure." The detective said lightly: "And there is a big loophole in your plan."

The little fat man was startled, as if something had been revealed, but Mr. Detective was turning his back to him, and he didn't seem to see it.

"What loophole?" He tidied up his mood and asked in confusion.

"The loophole is that you think I can watch him"

"Can't you?"

"No, even the thinking that imprisoned the carrier can't. He needs new things, and he will need more and more. This kind of demand makes him strong. One day, he will escape my control."

The little fat man nodded: "We have thought about this too, so we have also made some plans for him, that is, when he can no longer be contained, we will bring him into our organization To be honest, the things we touch are almost the most interesting things in the world, and we will use these things to satisfy him and keep a balance between you and him.”

"That's not a long-term solution." The detective said.

"Well, so we still have a backup, that is, we have found an ancient method to permanently fix the human soul in a body, but it is not yet mature enough, so we need you in our real suppress him before he can be fully imprisoned."

"How long will it take?" the detective asked.

"I don't know yet, but time is not very important to you, no matter what it is, it is a unique experience for you, maybe, in the time of captivity "crazy"~IndoMTL.com~ Your feelings will be even more wonderful, won't they." The little fat man showed a slight smile of victory as he said.

After a while.

"Well, I don't seem to have a reason to refuse, so in the end, have you selected your carrier?"

The little fat man nodded: "Of course, we found some mental patients, murderers, lunatics, thugs, these are people who are similar to that guy, I will send them to that guy, he himself It will invade the thinking of those people."

"What about the intensity of thinking?" The detective asked again.

"Thought strength? What is that?"

"I named something myself, which can be interpreted as the flexibility and firmness of human thinking. Mental bodies like me and him are not just as simple as stuffing them in. If they are not strong enough, they will It will explode and burn out," the detective explained.

The little fat man seemed to be lost in thought: "Well, I haven't thought about it, but it is true that many volunteers completely collapse after touching the target, but this is not difficult to solve. I will help the volunteers In the test of the endurance of thinking, I will give the most suitable candidate in the end, you can rest assured."

"Okay" Mr. Detective responded lightly.

No one saw it, but on the screen in front of him, the poor researcher in the white coat had sat up, his face was facing the monitor, as if he was looking at the person on the other side through the camera with.

No one noticed. At the same time, his mouth seemed to be slightly opening and closing, as if he was talking to himself. In fact, even if someone saw it, it was impossible for him to notice. The details are so small that the pixels can't capture them.

But Mr. Detective sees it very clearly.

The guy was watching himself squirming his lips.

He is talking

"They lied to you!"