The Prisoner
It's a passageway that looks like it's in a company or hospital.
Sizzle!
Every five meters along the gray-white wall hung a tubular fluorescent light, its iron lampshade edges rusted with brown spots. The ballasts emitted a buzzing sound like an old-fashioned radio.
The square white tiles at the base of the wall have long since turned yellow, and dark green moss has formed at the joints. In some of the chipped cement gaps, you can still see the grass-green paint that was applied in the 1970s.
However, the passageway was rather long and contained numerous partitions and branching paths.
A pure white figure was running here, and you could see a pair of pale legs and feet under the white dress, with veins covering the skin like marble patterns.
She wore a white dress that was light and ethereal. Even through the light of the Incandescent Lamp, one could glimpse the graceful figure beneath the dress; the slightly rounded shape of her body, like a newly sprouted lotus bud, always stirred the imagination.
Strangely,
She was clearly running, and her feet were clearly making contact with the ground, but she didn't make any sound.
The dress did not reveal the expected Female Face; her entire face was completely covered by thick black hair.
As he ran at high speed, his black hair would occasionally sway, revealing a pure white eyeball filled with a deathly mist.
The running speed continued to increase.
When she reached her limit, she even resorted to crawling on all fours.
It seems they are tracking something.
It also seemed as if they were fleeing from something.
After a long period of rapid movement, her physical strength was clearly depleted, and her speed slowed down.
Just then, a restroom appeared ahead, but instead of choosing the women's restroom, she climbed into the men's restroom, which had mottled walls and urinals filled with cigarette butts.
There was still no sound leak throughout the entire process.
She didn't hide in any of the toilet stalls, but instead rested briefly on the ceiling partition.
She seemed to have regained her composure after just a five-second pause.
Just as she was about to leave,
Tap! A light pink soft leather shoe stepped on the bathroom doorway.
A man wearing a white shirt, cropped trousers, and slicked-back hair walked in.
The man seemed not to notice the woman in white hiding in the ceiling partition, and simply went to the dirty sink.
Take out a tissue and place it between your fingers and the rusty faucet, then turn on the faucet that may not have been touched for years, or even decades.
Accompanied by a sound from the water pipe that resembled the mournful cry of an old man, streams of clear water flowed out.
The man seemed quite satisfied with the quality of the water, tidying up a few stray strands of black hair as he washed his hands. Strangely, even though the mirror was directly facing him, the reflection remained blurry.
After a little cleaning,
The man reached into his pocket again, took out a few photos, and placed them by the pool.
The photo shows a woman in white, and it was taken in a different area.
The woman in white is standing in a normal posture.
There was a picture of her lying there eating.
There are also images of her curled up sleeping in the dark.
at the same time,
The woman in white on the ceiling had arrived directly behind him. When she saw the photos, her hair stood on end, and her black hair seemed to be floating in zero gravity.
A tongue covered in Curse Seal protruded from her black hair, and her entire body was wrapped in strange Curse Seal, as if touching it would instantly curse the target.
Her body floated in the air and slowly descended.
When the distance to the man was five meters away, the speed suddenly increased, and the elbow dislocated during the process, causing the arm to become longer.
Just as the finger was about to touch the other person.
Click!
The shutter of the camera held in the man's hand was pressed.
A sound, a flash of blinding light. Then a shattered ampoule, a splash of color spilling onto the thick, glossy paper.
The man took the photo using the reflection in the mirror.
They happened to capture the image of the woman in white in mid-air.
Corresponding to the still state in the photo, the woman in white behind him is also completely frozen in mid-air, maintaining the same state as in the photo.
A continuous stream of cursed energy emanated from it, attempting to break free of its restraints.
The corresponding photos also began to emit black smoke, as if the curse would completely destroy them.
Just as he was about to break free,
Snap!
A rubber-gloved hand was gripping her throat tightly.
"I actually quite like the outdoor element of a messy, dirty bathroom... I didn't expect you to be so good at picking locations."
Two hours later.
A door equipped with at least eighteen locks was opened.
The television set in the 1980s was showing a strange program.
The man with the slicked-back hair returned to this place, back to his residence. One hand was tugging at his crotch, while the other held a rope.
The other end of the rope was to the woman in white, whose collar was completely embedded in her neck, seemingly also binding her internal pituitary gland.
He walked naturally across the living room, holding the rope.
There were more than twenty bedrooms in front of them, which were more like prison cells than bedrooms.
Each of these bedroom doors has a portrait photograph nailed to it, one of which corresponds to the Girl in white.
"You can't run away next time. Since you cooperated well this time, chose the right location, and satisfied me enough, I'll treat it as an exciting outing game."
If you keep running, this room will have to be vacated, and you'll end up like the girl next door.
The man fastened the rope tightly in the corner of the room, like tethering a pet.
He didn't leave immediately, but instead knelt down on one knee and gently kissed the other's forehead with great tenderness.
Because he might not be interested in her for a long time to come. Even a normal rotation would require waiting for signs to appear.
Click!
The door was closed and locked with a chain.
The man once again tugged at his underwear, which was clearly a size too small, between his legs.
He returned to the living room area, intending to continue watching television, but as soon as he sat down, the program was switched to a rather long commercial break.
When I was bored.
He opened his pocket and took out a small box marked "Uncollected".
It also contains photos of Girl taken through voyeurism, each one a elusive yet extremely alluring target.
Since I've already vented today, I don't want to go out tonight, and I have no interest in going out.
He examined these blurry voyeuristic photos repeatedly, even licking some of them.
He actually tasted something different in one of the photos.
He suddenly stood up and carefully examined the Girl in the photo; her blurry appearance gradually became clearer.
The man quickly touched the surface of the photo with his fingers, as if he could touch the delicate skin and the newly grown black hair.
The Girl in the photo is Wu Wen.
Turn off the TV.
Looks like I'll have to work overtime tonight.
[True Hell - Synapse City, Grand Theater]
Actor Dormitory (Luo Di)
The dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, and the class monitor left the dormitory room alone. According to her, she needed to go to the photography studio to set up the connecting gaps in the Corner Space in advance.
The blush on her face quickly faded, her expression turned cold, and a hint of anxiety even flashed in her eyes.
Walking alone through the dormitory corridor, I soon found David's office again.
The door was already open, as if David knew she would come looking for him and had already set up a welcoming seat.
As the class monitor took his seat, the office door was temporarily closed.
"Hawk said you are a very sensible human Girl, which is why I didn't kill you immediately... After all, you have already crossed the line."
Speak, what is the true purpose of your elaborate plan to come to hell?
The class monitor forced a professional smile. "I'm a selfish person. I'm only here for Luo Di and myself. Of course... after our conversation, I believe I can also secure benefits for you."
As I mentioned when I met Luo Di this time, I went to great lengths to create an avatar that temporarily separated from the corner, found Luo Di, and connected to Hell in order to escape a predicament that I couldn't handle on my own.
Mr. David's ability to create Hell Space might resonate with my spatial abilities.
So, this is what I think...
As the squad leader spoke, the fat on David's face trembled slightly, and the curtains between his eyes swayed gently.
"So that's how it is! Sure enough, when I was peering into Luo Di's memories, I discovered your special nature... It's a real shame that such a dangerous and cunning creature like you doesn't play dirty tricks."
If it really satisfies me after it's done.
I personally allow you to participate in the Brain Festival like Luo Di did; after all, you're practically a half- Hell Creature, so it shouldn't be against the rules.