Chapter 613:

In fact, they are men. In other words, they have a head, a torso, two arms and two legs. But they are not human. Those big round eyes, blinking, without eyebrows, are neither human nor open, sunken mouth. They are not human. They are desperate images.
Their skinny legs seemed to bend their knees, their arms dropped from their shoulders, their mouths were bent at the corners, and even their big ears dropped like hounds. Their round black eyes are deeply sunken, a cave of despair.
Hey, there are some rough black things on her body, these things seem to be loosely braided with hard hair, but this is not a real fabric because it seems to move and flicker inside, as if it is made up of billions of restless dust. When the strange creatures closed quickly, I saw that their bodies were not solid, but like clothes that partially covered them. This decayed substance was not very real.
Have you ever been sitting next to a movie theater screen so that you can see the graininess of sports film? These creatures are like shadows like this, viewed from three dimensions.
I stepped back two or three steps, and drew a revolver from my pocket.
"Back!" I warned, I hope they can understand the words, even if they are not. "Come back-otherwise I will give you some!"
They glanced at each other quickly, as if they understood. In my opinion, their mouths are open. They almost laughed. Then they rushed to me.
Except for the bullets in the barrel, I only have a box of bullets. I don't know what will be stored for me, and I have no chance.
My first shot caused one of the creatures to spin to the ground. Before I could level the weapon and pull the trigger again, I almost faced two other people. I got it
The other evil crew members were laughing, their eyes full of expectation. They eagerly approached me, and everyone obviously did their best to attract my attention. It was really confusing, I looked at them warily, suspecting it was a trick. There were only three cartridges left in my gun, and I dared not change the fired ammunition because they were worried that they would rush towards me when the gun was opened and the gun was temporarily useless.
I was about to risk another character in the ranks of the enemy when there was an extra cartridge; a tall and eye-catching figure with a shiny jewel on his body, perhaps a sign of authority, hanging down his brown throat on.
The others flinched immediately, and the newcomer quickly approached me and stretched out his hands to signal.
So I will receive a warm welcome after all! I breathed a sigh of relief, put the weapon in my pocket, and my black eyes flashed angrily. I stretched out my hands to show that they are empty, trying to express my willingness to become friends.
He hesitated, then made a high pitch, which I thought was a command word. Before I released the gun again, these creatures had me. Although their flesh looked more unnatural and unreal than ever, their long fingers grabbed me like steel claws. The person who gave the order disappeared, and my kidnapper led me to fight and walk towards the black and ugly towers of the city.
We hurried across the deserted rocky ground. Pass through the shabby huts on the outskirts of the city, pass through curving, dark streets, and reach the city center.
A group of creatures similar to my kidnapper trapped us. In front of us, they become nothing as we approach, just swarming. It was terrible; an incredible experience that made me doubt my sanity. The only trace of comfort is that they hope they will take me to Hope and Vic.
One of the entrances of a huge, deformed black building, with a brilliant stone creature in his throat appeared as a sudden light flashing in the darkness. There are two others with him, each wearing similar authority jewelry. They stood by and let us in, and then walked down the long corridor. There was no equipment that I could see in the corridor, but it was not dark.
A wide door opened and I was pushed towards the door.
"Pete!" shouting a familiar voice, I scrambled to stand up. There was Vic, his red hair was tousled and his face was gray with worry. Behind him are the big blue eyes of hope, double, and trembling lips.
"Vick! Well, I am here. There is hope, dear..."
My voice has weakened. These are not my previous Vic and hopes. They are unreal creatures, like creatures that have captured me. I can recognize the face and figure of the woman I love and her brother. But they don't seem to have any substance.
Hope is suddenly in her arms. She was crying.
"No, Peter!" she whispered.
"Don't look at me like that. I know how you feel. You-you and Vic-are not real to me either! We are just shadows, lost souls..."
"Come on, hope!" Vic's voice was friendly, but firm and serious. "We are fine. Only for the time being we are-. Sit down, Pete, let's talk. Maybe there is no time to waste some planning."
I insisted that all the troubles tell me where we are; do you know what happened to us? "
"Where are we? Certainly. From one perspective, we are less than a mile from the laboratory."
"But Vic!" I protested. "Are you really saying that we are less than a mile from your laboratory? From our own world? If so, we can see it. We will meet our own trees, houses, and people; we will be The car crashed, and-"
"Two objects cannot occupy the same space at the same time. The old laws of simple physics. Do you mean that?" Vic interrupted.
"Why is it."
"There is another body; what is that?"
"Body? I thought, why does it matter."
"what is that?"
"Anything that takes up space," I replied triumphantly. I remember many things from physics class.
"Yes," Vic smiled. "But let's see. Sound and light may be in the same place, aren't they? We can even add other content: for example, heat and electricity. When it comes to electricity, its huge current does not increase the weight of the wire carrying it, nor It won’t increase its volume unless we are overheated. It’s enough to kill a thousand people or do a million horses at the moment. It has no weight, is invisible, and actually does nothing until Accidentally or deliberately released in some form or other form."
"Yes, but electricity does not matter. Our old world is material; I am important, and you are also important. Why don't we touch things? "
"Our old world is important and real, but for the rest, you are wrong, Pete, eldest son. You are fine, any more. You are something else. As far as our own existence is concerned, you are not Exists in the present form. This world does not exist. The reverse is also true."
I stared at him blankly.
"Then what am I, a ghost?"
"There is nothing. You are old Pete Graham. He is a shrewd and good central defender and the worst scientist in the world. Through the action of four small quartz bulbs, only you are given another existence. This The vibration cycles of the four quartz bulbs form a beat, but, Pete, eldest son, this is beyond your head. We will have time to discuss the details. We will come back. Now, we are in trouble." He instinctively glanced at hope . It was her danger, not his own danger, that made his pale face pale in a short period of time.
"That's something I don't understand. Do these people want us if you can call them that way?"
Vic lowered his head and frowned.
He replied after a while: "I'm not sure I am right, but if I am, they want us to kill them. The more the better.
"When I found myself here, before being harassed, I almost wandered into the city. When they did show up and tried to put on me, I warned them and eventually shot one of them.
"The effect is magical. They can't seem to believe the evidence in their eyes. They rushed at me eagerly, everyone seemed to be begging for bullets.
"I gave them what they wanted, but I still hope that I can scare them. There is a large group of people around, and many people who seem to be in positions are sent out to dance, with signs like jewelry around their throats. If I am correct After reading their actions carefully, they will demand the privilege of death by virtue of their greater authority.
^ Well, I finally decided that my gun did nothing but scare. When I refused to kill them again, they were very angry and brought me here. Occasionally a captain will come in and order me to kill him. I refused because it was the only trump card I had.
"When Hope acted like a stupid kid here, she was not even armed and they immediately drove her here. My theory is that these people live in a dull world with no fun. Their faces seem to indicate To this point. Obviously they live for a long time and there is no way to shorten their life. They are not smart. Things that will kill people in our own world have no effect on them, because remember, they are not physical existence. You see them Does it emerge out of thin air and dissolve in the same way?"
"Yes."
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