The room behind the door is almost the same as the last time I saw it during my tour of Haiyin Temple.
It was still the familiar empty space, with a chair placed alone in the middle.
However, it seems not accurate to say that they are exactly the same. The walls on the top, which were previously speculated by Haiyin Temple Travel to be single-sided glass, have been removed, revealing the decoration that looks like an audience seat at the back.
The configuration was like that of a gladiatorial arena. He was in a sunken space, and above that were countless seats, just like the seats for the nobles in a gladiatorial arena.
Sure enough, seeing such a scene, what is there to not understand? Haiyinsi Suyou frowned slightly. To some people, the suffering he endured here last time was like a performance that made people applaud.
And it didn't seem surprising who was sitting in the audience at the time.
To those guys who are almost as ugly and evil as ghosts, his existence may be just a precious tool.
The reasons for the previous suppression seem to be gradually becoming clear. There is no need for overly strong personal colors here. All that is needed is a loyal, stupid and blind tool.
A tool that can allow those twisted desires that should have decayed and been eliminated with time to continue, Haiyin Temple Suyou thought so when he saw the elderly and middle-aged people sitting in the audience.
Countless tubes mixed with gold and black were extending from above their heads, sinking deep into the ground where Haiyin Temple Suyou was standing.
Some sticky and dirty stuff was continuously entering their bodies through those hollow tubes, as if it was trying to fill the empty shells in those human-shaped shells.
Haiyin Temple Suyou looked at them coldly.
There are some familiar faces among them, needless to say, these people are always keen to appear in various news. However, those faces that once appeared lively and majestic on TV now seem so hypocritical and distant.
Those faces are all aged, and wrinkles are the punishment given to them by time, but also the necessary traces. However, there are always people who try to transcend the torrent of time, swim upstream, and find ways to make their desires expand infinitely and make themselves immortal.
Even if it means using any means necessary, even if it means sacrificing countless others, just for the sake of one's own tiny profits, they are generous enough to allow countless young people who once had dreams to sacrifice their lives for the land they love.
Is the so-called optimal solution really the optimal solution?
Or is it only true for certain people, only for representatives of a certain force?
If the achievement of a goal requires the sacrifice of so many young flesh and blood, but can only satisfy the desires of a very small number of selfish people, then even if such a goal is covered with a high-sounding cloak, what justice and dedication can it be talked about, Haiyin Temple Suyou thought with great irony.
There was the sound of mechanical activity, and where the double panes of glass had once been, a steel fence was slowly rising.
When traveling to Haiyin Temple, he felt like a beast in a cage, and this thought was probably absolutely correct. In the eyes of those senior executives, he might even be just a fragile but precious bird, who had to be manipulated by others until now.
"Please take a seat."
I don't know who on the platform made the voice, it seemed friendly, but it also sounded like he was looking down on small animals like cats and dogs.
It is obvious that Haiyin Temple Suyou is not a docile domestic animal. Perhaps the illusion created before can barely be classified as this, but now there is obviously no need to continue to be hypocritical.
Those things standing on the platform could perhaps be called human beings. After all, in appearance, they still had human form and could speak human language.
But what I felt during the tour of Haiyin Temple was a sense of familiarity, an inhuman familiarity. Those skins supported by disgusting and messy things may have morally departed from the concept of human beings.
He suddenly thought of a very interesting paradox, the Ship of Theseus, when all the human parts of a person are discarded and gradually replaced by the blood and flesh of others and their own desires from the ghosts and gods.
When a person exchanges things with another person, can he still be called a human being?
Perhaps some philosophers would have different opinions, but for the tour of Haiyin Temple at this moment, there is obviously only one answer.
It’s just that this truth is definitely not good, but for the Haiyin Temple tour which had been anticipated for a long time, it did not cause the psychological blow as imagined.
The live broadcast room is still faithfully recording all of this, and the reaction of the barrage is as satisfying as the feedback of faith value.
Roald Dahl's elevator has now entered the space where the "Holy Spirit" is, and the clown Joestein Gad has gradually brought the Ugly Feast back on track.
[Oh my god, this posture is so wrong]
[How did Brother Hai get arrested again? Help! I just watched the live broadcasts of several other live broadcast rooms. It’s impossible that all the characters I like are dead.]
[What do you mean everyone be in front of you, don't scare me, and Hai brother, what's going on, help me]
[Everyone be, no way, didn't Mr. Dahl go to the Armed Detective Agency to negotiate the matter of Nakajima Atsushi? At least it's pretty fun there.]
[What? I don’t know what happened but the elevator went into space and the live broadcast is gone. I guess it’s going to be bad.]
[The situation at the Banquet of the Ugly is even more bizarre. Those who took the other forks all followed Shibuzawa Ryuhiko and turned into goldfish. The others are probably not much better either. It's as if their san points have all dropped.]
[This is weird, Brother Hai is not here, right? Those old guys up there obviously have bad intentions.]
[Please don't do that.]
[Wait, why did it feel like Brother Hai was smiling just now?]
Just as the bullet screen said, Haiyin Temple looked around and suddenly felt like laughing.
According to his current settings, it is obviously impossible to climb up the high wall and lift up the iron fence to get to the top. The only place below is the chair he has experienced before. This sentence obviously means that he should sit on it as before.
"Hayinsi Suyou, please don't waste our time. This is our last test for you." As if in a hurry, Haiyinsi Suyou just stopped and was urged.
"What test?" As if he really knew nothing, Haiyinsi Suyu lowered his head, forcedly suppressed the smile on his lips, and asked timidly.
"Well, you can think of this as a test of our high hopes for you. You'll be a hero, kid."
High hopes? Hero? What a lie this is. We will be deceived until the end.
Traveling upstream along the Haiyin Temple, one can feel that the familiar forces coming from beneath one's feet seem to be becoming increasingly unstable.
He already had an idea of what was underground. It seemed that he was the only one who could see those hollow black pipes.
It is precisely because he is the only one who can do this that these terrible powers are abused. After all, no one can see what price a ghost who is so greedy that he is left with only instinct has paid.
No one knows except himself.
The ability of clairvoyance is like a gift but also like a curse. He has to endure the pain alone and face the fear alone.
Perhaps he would have his last try in a while. The young man in the light-colored windbreaker always made Haiyinsi Suyou close his eyes, but soon he shook his wrist slightly as if nothing happened. Such action was very covert, at least those blindly arrogant guys didn't notice anything.
Haiyin Temple Suyou slowly walked towards the chair, sat down obediently, and was trapped on it without any resistance.
The moment he sat on it, Haiyin Temple Suyou could clearly feel that the thing underground had reacted violently, as if it was howling in pain or shouting in joy.
What also changed was the air traffic control above the heads of those in power. The aggregates of impure energy mixed with black and gold began to tremble violently and even began to absorb something from the bodies of the elderly.
The skin that was maintained by the power of the false and prosperous ghosts has become old and cracked again, and the grooves on the face are filled with black dirt that cannot be dissolved, but
They are still unaware of the false fantasy that their selfish desires will be satisfied.
The body filled with black sticky substance began to bend and hunch, and the vitality was constantly lost. When even standing became a luxury, some people belatedly discovered something beyond their imagination.
"My hands, my body! Ahhhhhh! No, don't!" The body is melting, the muscles are shrinking and degrading, and the carbon compounds are breaking down, as if surrounded and digested by invisible decomposers.
These ambitious people who should have turned into bones or dust in the last century finally reaped the consequences of their own actions. No one can escape the constraints of time and space in a way that does not belong to him.
Those antiques from the last century eventually seemed to melt under the high temperature. They first expanded rapidly like balloons due to the expansion of the distance between gas molecules.
Immediately, like taking off the lid of a pot of Chiba tofu, it shrank into a dry, wrinkled little thing in the blink of an eye, as if it had been processed by the human head shrinking technology common in the bloody culture of some distant tribe.
Only Yukio Mishima still had the strength to stand. He was about the same age as Natsume Soseki, so naturally he had not been completely abandoned by the years, and the backlash he suffered was not the greatest.
But he could only just stand.
The man's wrinkled hands tightly grasped the edge of the steel railing, his eyes were full of ferocity, the aging of his body and the loss of strength made him almost crazy. If he was not still in human form, he could almost be regarded as the incarnation of the devil.
"Impossible, impossible, there is absolutely no possibility, you can't be..."
He held his face in disbelief, his nails scratching bloody marks on his cheeks, and his eyeballs were almost dug out of their sockets to protest the scene before him that Yukio Mishima could not believe.
His body was shaking violently. His crazy and chaotic emotions made him unable to control his body movements. He no longer looked as relaxed and elegant as he had just been.
However, even the falling of the medal on his collar that he was so proud of did not attract the slightest attention of Yukio Mishima. At this moment, it seemed that both his power and longevity were swallowed up by the existence that came from underground and from the void of fear.
He just stared at the high school students who were firmly fixed in their seats in the sunken space with a biased and distorted look, as if he wanted to engrave the scene of traveling upstream to Haiyin Temple in his pupils.
The boy who was imprisoned and should have been used as a stepping stone fuel made Yukio Mishima feel terrified for no reason, which was undoubtedly something that someone as arrogant as him could not tolerate.
However, he still has one final trump card.
The old man gave a horrible smile, and with this movement, the skin on his cheeks was torn like thin paper.
His heart seemed to be wrapped tightly and pulled down, his tinnitus was instantly twisted into a sharp scream that pierced the eardrum and caused bleeding in both ears. At the last moment of human consciousness, Yukio Mishima was finally able to see.
It was a seemingly ordinary book.
But it was this thing that instantly twisted the old man's body into a human pretzel like plasticine.
The consciousness beyond human finally reached a terrifying height.