Evil God

Chapter 7 Mutation!

Reach out,

Touch the switch,

Open,

With a snap,

The light is on.

Karen continued down to the basement.

The perception of 'terrifying' often comes not from physical objects, but from the 'self-replenishing brain'.

When decorating the basement of Emrys 'house, it will certainly not be foolish enough to design in accordance with the "gloomy" and "oppressive" atmosphere. But at night, even if your walls are all painted with Barbie powder, as long as you know that there are two bodies lying inside, you will not feel "warm" and "cute".

The crying continues.

It came from Aunt Mary's studio.

Karen walked to the studio door, but it wasn't locked... because you couldn't think of the need to lock it.

Karen stopped, not in a hurry to turn the door handle, but turned back and looked behind him.

The hallway behind me is not dark because of the lights, but the revolving ramp from the basement to the first floor is still gray and difficult to see.

Close the eyes,

Take a deep breath,

Karen hopes to smell the sweetness of hot milk,

Unfortunately, he is not a dog nose.

Thinking of dogs,

Karen lowered her head and took a look,

The golden haired dog, who had previously appeared very enthusiastic about letting it in, did not follow them down the basement;

What a dog that is not worth loving deeply.

Reach out,

Grasp the door handle;

In an instant,

As if the "channel" had suddenly been switched, a sense of trance struck, not strong, but clear perception of existence;

Immediately,

The 'crying' in the studio suddenly came to an end.

Karen turned her head again, and the light bulb on the hallway behind her still maintained its normal brightness.

“Click…”

Twist the handle,

Open the door,

Reaching out again, touch the switch button next to the door as quickly as possible, and immediately press it;

“Pa…”

The light in the studio is on.

Light,

Adequate light,

It can bring great psychological comfort to people.

On two stretcher carts in the studio, Jeff and Mr. Mosan lay separately.

Jeff's face was smeared with powder, 'shining brightly'.

It can be seen that it is a bit heavy, and the hair has also been combed out in the middle. With hair gel applied, it appears... particularly energetic. It is estimated that Jeff had never been so energetic before.

Mr. Mosan appears quite 'normal', not putting on strong makeup but paying more attention to details and nature, looking as if he is truly asleep.

When Aunt Mary is working, she fully "favors one over the other"; The difference between a welfare bill and a regular bill is reflected here.

Of course, if Aunt Mary had known in advance that Mr. Mosan's children were planning to cremate him, it might have been that Mr. Mosan would have been like the young man next to him, Jeff.

Karen walked past Jeff, and the previous cry had a sense of aging. It was clearly not made by young people like "Jeff", it could only be... Mr. Mosan.

But standing in front of Mr. Mosan,

Karen only saw Mr. Mosan lying quietly there, without any other 'heretics'.

Reach out, pull over a round stool with wheels underneath, and sit down with his feet tilted against the railing under the stretcher truck.

Karen tilted his head slightly,

Just keep staring at Mr. Mosan.

Meanwhile,

From time to time, the corner of the eye flickers through the open door of the office, paying attention to the hallway... well, mainly at the slope at the end of the hallway.

Time is a quarter of an hour.

In this quarter of an hour, everything was calm.

It's a person or a ghost. You appear. Can you give me some feedback?

Karen sighed and was ready to leave. The warm bedding in the evening was even more attractive.

Get up,

As he walked past Mr. Mosan,

Karen noticed that the button on Mr. Mosan's neck had been pulled open, and he instinctively reached out to help tie it back.

However,

Just as my fingertips touched Mr. Mosan's neck skin,

Karen suddenly felt dizzy in his mind,

This feeling felt like a faint smoke, and his body also stumbled along with it.

Karen immediately stabilized his figure and leaned his back against the wall.

“Wuwu…”

A choking sound came again.

Karen immediately raised his head,

Directly in front of him, Mr. Mosan still lay there;

But in the slanted corner, there seemed to be another figure curling up in the corner with his knees in his arms, crying.

Karen, who saw this scene, didn't scream out in fear, he actually had enough psychological construction already;

And for Karen, seeing a "ghost" is much better than not seeing a ghost;

In the latter case, he had to doubt whether his "brain" and "spirit" were malfunctioning.

So, compared to 'I'm a neurotic person', Karen is still more inclined to accept 'this is a neurotic world'.

“Mr. Mosan?”

Karen made a voice of inquiry towards the figure curled up in the corner.

But that figure seemed to have not heard anything at all, did not make any response, and still sobbed on its own.

Karen stood up and walked towards Mr. "Mosan", but his "line of sight" formed a "separation" from "reality". When he walked towards Mr. Mosan himself, the distance between the two sides did not close, but remained constant.

When Karen's face was almost touching the opposite wall,

Mr. Mosan is still curled up in the 'far' corner.

The scene of 'hell' has not frightened Karen until now, and this' supernatural constant distance 'has even sparked Karen's desire to explore.

“So, what I see is not a real existence?”

After saying this, Karen bit his lower lip,

“I said some nonsense.”

Next,

Karen tried to spread out his hands and slowly moved his position.

Next moment,

Mr. Mosan's curled figure also began to move, no, it was a translation.

This feeling,

It's like hanging a projector on my forehead.

Is this... a soul?

Karen is not sure about the "material" of this thing, after all, the distance is here, and he cannot reach out to touch it.

But,

Karen suddenly had an idea.

With Karen's constant turning, Mr. "Mosan" sobbing and Mr. Mosan lying on the stretcher were placed in the same direction.

After adjusting the direction,

Karen started to 'focus' again,

Move your steps back and forth to fit Mr. "Mosan" and Mr. Mosan as closely as possible.

In fact, Karen himself doesn't know why he did it, but it seems natural that the "ghost" should be placed with his body, at least give it a try?

When both sides overlap,

Karen saw clearly that Mr. "Mosan", who was originally curled up, suddenly stopped crying. Then, he stood up in confusion, and in Karen's "gaze," Mr. "Mosan" lay on Mr. Mosan's body.

The entire process is fast, incredibly smooth and smooth;

And at a time when both sides overlap completely,

Karen felt as if she had a hand and suddenly grasped his "brain". Yes, it was the "brain", not the forehead, not the hindbrain, not the scalp, but deep inside his own brain;

With a "smack" sound,

Just grip it tightly,

Pull out hard!

“Um…”

Karen let out a painful cold snort and knelt down on the ground, thanks to subconsciously supporting the floor tiles with both hands, otherwise paying tribute to Mr. Hoffin during the day.

But even so,

Karen also clearly saw drops of blood dripping onto the blue and white tiles in front of him.

The nostrils... are bleeding again.

With one hand covering his nose, Karen reluctantly stood up again.

As he stood up,

Mr. Mosan, who had already put on his makeup and was lying on the stretcher, slowly sat up.

The movements of the two are almost synchronized, silently synchronized.

“Um…”

Karen let out a low shout.

Although he knew that all this' killing 'behavior originated from his own initiative, when he saw a corpse sitting straight in front of him, he still couldn't avoid the impact from his heart and mind.

In the impact, it brings some confusion, confusion, confusion, and... absolute excitement.

Mr. Mosan gradually changed his posture from sitting on the stretcher to kneeling on it. His eyes were open, but there was no color, it was a very monotonous gray white.

“Please... please... don't burn me... don't burn me... cremate the flesh... no forgiveness... cremate the flesh... no forgiveness.”

Karen swallowed his saliva,

Looking at Mr. Mosan, who was performing "worship" and "begging" to himself through religious rituals.

Aunt Mary once said that in the teachings of Mr. Mosan, believers are not allowed to cremate their own flesh, and for a devout believer, showing loyalty to their faith is nothing but two things... "life" and "death".

Life is the 'life' upon entering the Church, death is the end of oneself, and at the same time, it inherits the religious meaning of 'life'.

The 'crying' he heard earlier was the sadness and resentment from Mr. Mosan.

“Mr. Mosan? Mr. Mosan?”

Karen tried to call him.

“Please... don't burn me... please... don't burn me.”

Mr. Mosan continued to repeat his prayers.

Oh,

Is it impossible to engage in peer-to-peer communication, leaving only one 'instinct' behind?

Alternatively, using the explanation of one's previous life habits, that is... obsession.

But how did all this happen?

Aunt Mary, Uncle Mason, and Mina have never said that corpses can undergo "mutations," which means that in the eyes of normal people, this world should be normal.

But the first time was' Jeff ', and the second time was ‘Mr. Mosan’,

He has encountered this mutation originating from the body twice in a row,

Karen had to doubt... no, it's almost certain that all of this has an inseparable reason with him, and the trigger medium should be here with him.

Is it the reason for the original "Karen" or the reason for his "awakening"?

“Please... don't burn me... don't burn me... don't burn me! Don't burn me! Don't burn me.”

Karen noticed that Mr. Mosan's speech speed began to accelerate, and his shoulders began to tremble slightly. The originally dull eyes were gradually being filled with blood.

In the air,

A dangerous atmosphere began to permeate.

“Mr. Mosan?”

Karen exclaimed tentatively again, as his body began to move;

The beginning of the matter was somewhat eerie, but its development seemed to be proceeding according to the "normal" he could understand, such as... what a corpse would do when it suddenly "scammed" out of consciousness.

However, just as Karen had just walked Past tense from Mr. Mosan's side,

Mr. Mosan suddenly raised his head:

“How dare you... burn me.”

Suddenly,

Mr. Mosan's eyes were completely covered in blood, and his body swung violently;

Yes, when thrown up, the coordination between muscles, bones, and the whole body seems to be non-existent at this moment, but it just sticks out like a fish thrown on the shore, bouncing up!

“Bang.”

Karen only felt like she had been hit hard on the back and fell forward.

After the fall, Karen immediately supported himself with both hands and flipped his body, while at this moment, Mr. Mosan also climbed up and quickly leaned towards Karen's neck with both hands.

Karen lifted her knee and pressed it against Mr. Mosan;

But this body is indeed a bit weak, and its physical condition is already poor. Secondly, Mr. Mosan's current weight can be said to be even heavier than when he was alive.

Karen's knee not only failed to lift, but also lay flat under the pressure from Mr. Mosan.

“How dare you... burn me.”

Mr. Mosan opened his mouth,

Bited directly into Karen's chest.

“Dong…”

Karen's chest felt as if it had been hit by a stone, which was very painful, but the expected blurring of flesh and blood did not appear, because Mr. Mosan's teeth had already fallen out seven or eight times before his death, and he had to use dentures to eat.

Therefore, Mr. Mosang had previously suffered from loneliness.

But Mr. Mosan's hands had already climbed up to Karen's neck and began to exert force. His legs and torso, more like an octopus, wrapped Karen tightly around them.

Karen tried to break free with both hands, but his struggle seemed somewhat futile at this moment.

At a time of near despair,

Karen, who was pressed against the tiles, could only turn her head to look at the entrance of the studio;

“How dare you burn me.”

Mr. Mosan is crazy!

“Pop.”

It's like the sound of metal hitting, or like a light bulb exploding,

Alternatively,

Like a snap of a finger?

Karen was no longer able to distinguish the sound clearly, but his heart relaxed and he exclaimed... he was saved.

However, after that sound came,

“Ah ah ah!!!! Burn me! Burn me! Burn me.”

Mr. Mosan, who was originally ' crazy ', suddenly fell completely into a frenzy.

Karen suddenly felt that the strength of his hands pinching his neck was much greater than before, which was a real state where his neck was about to be cut.

Like a Ham sausage, two hands grasp both ends and start to twist in the opposite direction, then wait for the... at one end to burst;

Karen's current "eyes", "ears", and "nose" have an illusion that they are about to explode.

“How dare you... burn me!”

“Unexpectedly... me.”

“Unexpectedly.”

“Burn.”

Suddenly,

Mr. Mosan seemed to have reached a critical point, his body stiffened and he collapsed.

After the constraint on his neck was lost, Karen began to gasp for breath. The air in the basement was not fresh, but at this moment Karen felt particularly sweet;

This is not an exaggerated technique, but a bleeding in one's own throat, and in addition, nasal blood has also infiltrated into the mouth.

Karen pushed Mr. Mosan away from him, supported him with both hands, and slowly moved his position. After leaning his back against the wall, he stopped.

Twist his head,

Glancing at the door again,

There are dim yellow lights in the hallway nearby, but in the distance, it is still dark;

Karen supported his face with his hands,

Later,

He patted his forehead a few times with the palm stained with his own blood,

“Hehe hehe…”

He smiled,

After laughing, take a deep breath,

In Chinese, which does not exist in this world,

Cursing the world over and over again:

……

The slope from the basement to the first floor,

Dis stood there,

On its face, there was Pu'er, a black cat crawling at the same height on the first floor stairs;

Dis turned his head and looked at Pu'er,

Ask:

“What did he say last, the language of the demon?”

The black cat raised its head,

Look at Dis,

Next moment,

Unexpectedly, it uttered a woman's voice and uttered words:

“I have lived for two hundred years and have never heard of any strange demon... who can create his own language.”

Next,

Pu'er added:

“Still so... complex and obscure.”