08:02:53.
The two discussed as they walked, mainly debating whether it would be more reliable to kill all the other minor characters before going to find Beelzebub and his group, or to launch a surprise attack. Just as Bamke was explaining to him that the simplest method was to wipe out everything alive in the city, He Yu, staring at the lit-up screen, suddenly reached out and snatched it away.
He opened it, without even thinking of explaining, and just muttered, "The camera closest to us was just given control."
The screen flickered a few times, and then the content of the image changed completely. It was a view facing the dimly lit front hall, with the light dimly illuminating the area. It was somewhat dark, almost a black and white scene.
Then came a deep, thick darkness, and the figures appeared as thin and ghostly as ghosts, making the entire building complex seem as frail as if it could be swallowed up at any moment.
He Yu glanced at it for a few seconds and realized he actually knew the place. It was located at the end of an alley on the east side of the castle where the birthday party had taken place, surrounded by a large area of roses and a pavilion. Pandora had said it was a great place for a date.
At certain points, you might feel that the power of most rules can be easily devoured by inexplicable people, but that's just an illusion, because the so-called order and constraints have never existed here.
The surveillance footage showed a new form of torture, similar to an interrogation scene.
At first glance, it appears that on the edge of the castle, several prisoners are engaged in a fierce battle with nobles who have not yet escaped.
Three people died on the losing side. One of them looked like he had been strangled alive, tied to the table with thorns, and looked horribly gruesome, covered in blood. Another person's body was blown to pieces. He Yu suspected that someone had deliberately stuffed a grenade into his mouth, since the explosion wouldn't normally be that dramatic.
Only one survivor remained in the courtyard, his hands bound behind his back, his face looking like a corpse, as if he had been tortured for a while.
Just as they zoomed in on the screen, a guy in a tattered suit said, "Quiet down, I just thought of something funny," and then grabbed the victim by the hair and dragged him to a toppled statue by the side of the path—there were always a lot of these kinds of things here, just for the sake of scaring people.
He Yu couldn't figure out what it was. It looked like the head of a unicorn, with a four-sided stone pillar pointing to the sky at the top of the indistinct head. Now it was lying on the ground at an angle.
The unfortunate young master immediately screamed, stammering, "I've said everything I know clearly, I swear I'm not lying to you!"
The scene looked like an interrogation, but from the moment they saw it, they realized what it truly meant.
At the same time, they also knew that no matter how many shocking things this person said, that group of people would not let him go, because they just needed a reason... to torment someone.
This fact is all too common in Beelzebub's theater.
He had thought earlier that the people who could survive here were mainly mentally ill, crazy, or a combination of both. In that kind of immense pressure, in a theater that encouraged killing and cruelty, one could imagine what people could become.
All the suffering that occurred was a living, breathing, bloody feast, and in Jerusalem, there was never a shortage of "cooks."
This is a hellscape, a place where even horror stories seem naive and childish. It is created by piling up endless wealth and staged in front of an absurd audience.
A man with a buzz cut tapped the sharp stone edge with his fingers while watching him with a smile. As if he realized what these people wanted to do, the tortured man froze. He retreated desperately and cursed with all his might.
The leader was squatting on a corpse. From the conversation, we know that his name is Claude. He was playing with a kitchen knife with his head down, occasionally looking up at the progress, and said, "I think this guy needs a little help."
Another teammate was putting food into his mouth when he heard this, paused for a moment, and then laughed. Someone next to him said that this thing was so damn immoral and laughed along. Everyone looked like they were having a good time.
He Yu scratched his chin and thought for a while. He felt that these people were somewhat familiar, and then he remembered where he had seen them before.
When he was dumping the bodies by the river, he saw many wrecks floating downstream, riddled with holes; they were the ones who did it.
The scene was equally horrific, and the one leading the charge was the guy who had given the feedback, Claude.
The group greeted him with bright smiles. He, sporting a mouthful of shark teeth, cheerfully asked if he had also escaped from the theater, suggesting they perhaps get together for a drink sometime.
He Yu returned the same gentle smile. Both of them appeared amiable, but undercurrents were surging beneath the surface. They were indeed quite far apart back then, and he was too lazy to go and kill anyone. He never expected to run into them again.
On the screen, Bamke finally understood what "assistance" meant; he could even hear the sound of the person reaching into the other corpses.
He suddenly realized that if Joey were still alive, the child would definitely feel nauseous.
Claude squatted down in front of the victim, grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head, and said with a sincere face, "I especially liked the way you looked when we went up to the altar. Do you remember? You were wearing a dark gray high-class suit that day, very elegant. I was so envious."
His face was directly facing the surveillance camera. He Yu found that this person was quite handsome with a little dressing up. As a unique sacrificial offering, that person's life was probably quite good if everything returned to normal.
Most of the people had met in different places, they were familiar with each other, and then everyone dressed impeccably and talked about wealth, the future, painful experiences or high-end consumables at the banquet.
But at this moment, those fake smiles have been completely stripped away, revealing the hidden horror within.
In the dim light, He Yu saw them laughing as they trampled the victim's face, which had just been praised as "very elegant," onto the ground. One of them kicked the victim's foot away, and the victim, who was already powerless to resist, continued to hurl insults, saying that even if he died and became a vengeful ghost, he would not let these beasts go.
Claude leaned back, gracefully picked up his champagne, took a sip, and said, “Buddy, you’ve got it wrong. This is Jerusalem. There are no evil spirits here. The Lord of the Flies will protect us.”
Without looking up, he watched everything that was about to happen, pointing to the shadowy area outside: "We're just some silly toys that were thrown away from the lab and still look human."
The poor man struggled and cried out, his voice completely hoarse. Before long, he had a mental breakdown and just kept crying without stopping. In fact, it didn't take long; it ended quickly.
Unlike Beelzebub's theme of sacrifice, this group pursued simple despair.
Bamke wanted to say something, but found that He Yu was still watching expressionlessly. He just stared at the screen calmly as the people dragged the victim to the stone pillar, two of them lifted him up, and then directly pierced the man's body from the bottom with the pointed end.
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