Chapter 43
"Yes, that's right," Leyuan nodded and wiped his face. "They died on their own. How can it have anything to do with me?"
The Crying Stick Man laughed and said, "Yeah, we didn't do anything, how could they throw those dirty things on our heads? We are not lambs to be slaughtered, nor are we as helpless as before. If they come again, they can't blame us for anything. They should have known that they were doing something wrong a long time ago, we just made them realize their mistakes."
Leyuan stood up and entered the room. The Crying Stick Man took a towel from the side and followed Leyuan. Leyuan turned on the tap. The Crying Stick Man handed the towel to Leyuan and stood at the door and asked, "Why don't we go out for a walk?"
Leyuan took the towel, wiped his face, rubbed the wet towel under the water, squeezed it dry, wiped his hands, and handed it to the crying stick man. The crying stick man turned around and hung the towel back in place. Leyuan found a stool and sat down. He looked at the crying stick man and asked, "Do you want to go out?"
The Crying Stick Man nodded: "Yes."
"Those people are all outside," the crying stick man looked at the paradise, "but we have to be here, what's the logic? We are scolded, beaten, excluded and tortured by others, is it all our fault? No."
Paradise seemed to be thinking about something, and murmured, "If they think it is our fault, then they should think it is right to torture others. If we torture them, they should also think we are right, and we should go out and torture them.
If they think we are right, then they must admit that they were wrong to torture us, and we should return the pain they inflicted on us to them, and they should accept it, and we are still right.
So, it is legitimate to go out, and we can go out.”
The Crying Stick Man nodded: "Yes."
It took out a crying stick from its clothes and handed it to Paradise: "Would you like something to eat?"
Leyuan took it, poked it doubtfully, took a bite, and found that it had the texture and sweetness of a chocolate-filled wafer cookie.
The chocolate is soft, smooth and sweet, and it is a real pleasure to eat.
Paradise held out his hand to the Crying Stick Man: "I want more."
The Crying Stick Man handed his Crying Stick to Paradise: "This should be enough."
Paradise took a bite and nodded: "Delicious."
It also tastes like a chocolate bar.
Paradise suddenly became curious and asked, "If someone else takes a bite of you, will it also taste like chocolate?"
The crying stick man shook his head: "No."
It smiled a bloody smile and replied, "They will taste their own flesh."
Le Yuan ate the Crying Stick with a crunch and nodded happily: "Great! They deserve it. The one who bites others should be bitten by himself."
The crying stick man disappeared in front of him.
Leyuan ate the crying stick and wiped the corner of his mouth.
The naughty kid in the illusion saw the bloody corpses all over the ground, eating each other. He screamed, turned around and ran away, ran out of the illusion, and ran headfirst into the wall. He had no time to react at all, and he let out a cry and lay on the ground, shocked, angry, and dazed, and passed out.
Paradise clapped his hands and started drawing cards.
Card: Despair Spreader
Introduction: Gold-rimmed glasses, blue suit, broken legs, wheelchair, a cunning and cunning businessman. He looks like a pitiful pretty boy, but don't be fooled by his face.
A dark corridor, a scarlet carpet, a slowly opening door, noise outside and silence inside. A pale face appeared in mid-air and a wheelchair came out of the darkness into the light. With a bang, the magnesium-fluorescent camera suddenly exploded and aimed at the man emerging from the shadows. He looked weak and fragile, like a vase that would fall from a height and shatter if touched lightly.
Beautiful, but it always gives me the illusion that I can easily defeat him.
In fact, of course, illusions are just illusions. He has always been steadfast in his choice of victory. A crushing defeat makes his enemies wail and even struggling to hold on seems to be a struggle, as if survival is also a painful thing. Their spiritual pillars have been broken, and after the break they will collapse and shatter. He will not give the enemy any chance to make a comeback, because he has already suffered losses and will not make this mistake again.
The same mistake cannot be made twice in the same place.
Increased scare value, increased role-playing, unlocked abilities——
[Be careful: The source of despair has come to you, run away quickly, if you are a step slower it will be too late, if you don’t want to die yet]
Increased scare value, increased role-playing, unlocked abilities——
[Mirror flip: inside and outside, can you tell the difference? ]
[True or False: The mirror is here, the mirror is there, you are in the mirror, you are outside the mirror, guess where you are now?]
[Abyss in the Mirror: Endless falling, eternal abyss, mist that never dissipates, chaos that never changes, do you think there is darkness here? Do you think there is night here? Do you think there is a distinction between day and dawn here? No, no, there is nothing, look carefully, this is the Abyss in the Mirror]
The park opened for performances.
His original body lay down, and the person in the mirror who appeared in the living room hugged Leyuan, brought him to the sofa, put a pillow on him, and covered him with a blanket.
The person in the mirror kissed Paradise on the forehead, just like a priest baptizing a baby in a church, solemn and gentle: "My child, Heavenly Father will love you forever, and so will I."
The second Despair Spreader who appeared in the living room was behind the person in the mirror. He looked at the person in the mirror from behind with a complicated expression. It was hard to tell whether it was envy or anger and resentment. Hearing what the person in the mirror said to Paradise, he laughed and said, "Is it fun to deceive yourself?"
The person in the mirror turned around in confusion, looked at the Despair Spreader and asked: "Are you a megaphone? If not, don't tell me that garbage. I don't want to hear it, do you understand?"
The Despair Spreader's cheek twitched: "I know."
The person in the mirror smiled and said, "I guess you don't know."
The Despair Spreader sneered, "How do I know that this will count? Don't push your luck."
The person in the mirror smiled puzzledly and asked, "Why are you so irritable?"
The Despair Spreader raised his hand to touch his forehead, closed his eyes, and replied a little depressed: "It's simple. If your legs disappeared and the remaining part was still in pain, your temper would not be much better than mine."
The person in the mirror nodded: "Oh, I thought you didn't mind. It's not the first day you broke your leg, and it shouldn't be the first day you feel this much pain. I thought you had a solution to the problem long ago."
The Despair Spreader sneered, "Why do you think I can make others lose hope? Because my existence itself is a kind of despair. Emotions are contagious. It is the most basic, ordinary, lightest, fastest and least alert contamination bomb. Ignorant people will not find the problem. Those who find the problem will not have time to say anything. They will die on their own."
The person in the mirror sighed with an ancient prayer: "Death is the final destination, the hope of despair, and our only way. God, forgive me, I will lead the world to despair, and death in despair is their last and only hope. They love hope and thirst for God's salvation. I will give this salvation to them, just like transferring a spark to a torch."
The Despair Spreader sneered: "When did you believe in God? How come I didn't know? You are clearly the most blasphemous one!"
The person in the mirror smiled as he walked across the coffee table, from the sofa to the wheelchair of the Despair Spreader. He held the handle of his wheelchair, turned him around, and said meaningfully, "That's why, my friend, I want to pollute God, pull him off the altar, erode the light, and praise the darkness. I want God to be used by me, I want God to belong to me, God is a part of me, isn't it interesting?"
The Despair Spreader glanced at him doubtfully: "Really? I don't think you have such great ambitions."
The person in the mirror leaned close to the Despair Spreader's ear and laughed softly, "Are you worried about me? My friend, you really make me ecstatic. I thought no one would care about me."
The Despair Spreader suddenly laughed and said, "No one cares? There was no one in the first place. Wasn't there?"
The person in the mirror agreed with this and did not get angry. He nodded and replied very meekly, "Yes, so the only one who cares about me is me. We should unite as one, solve all problems and reach the final conclusion. I hope we can reconcile."
The despair spreader asked doubtfully, "Have we ever been at odds with each other without even realizing it?"
The person in the mirror laughed out loud: "No! That's not the case. It's just that I want to be closer to you. What's wrong with being close to yourself? Not at all. My friend, I take it back. You have a really good temper! I like it. I hope you like me too. We still need to play for a while before going home. If we don't cooperate well, something might go wrong~"
A huge mirror appeared in front of them. It flashed slightly, and the person in the mirror pushed the wheelchair into the mirror. The wheel spun twice, and the person in the mirror pushed the Despair Spreader out of the mirror. They came to a busy commercial street with people coming and going. The aroma of food came from the wind, and the wind was also wrapped with the temperature of hot flames, just like the summer sun blinking across the cheek.
The man in the mirror whispered in the Despair Spreader's ear: "Where are you going to see?"
The Despair Spreader asks: "Don't you have somewhere you want to go?"
The person in the mirror smiled and said, "Where can I go? I don't have a place to live. I don't have a job. I don't need to study."
He couldn't help but sigh: "What a happy life it is. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, my friend."