The day I climbed the signal tower, I picked out half of my eyeball.
It's sticky and has body heat.
Someone yelled below: "The third child's head was stuffed into the pig's belly!"
The black shadow hung upside down on the rusty shelf, the tip of the knife pressed against my eyebrow: "Container No. 7?"
A mechanical sound exploded in his head: "Countdown to clearing - 10, 9, 8..."
Hell start
When Lin Yuan woke up from the severe pain of falling from the tower, he found that he had become a scrap product of the "Shenting Project"——
A living container for the sins of the personality.
Man-eating monsters crawled out of the furnaces burning with rage, corpses drowned in the weeping rain swamps, and the city of carnival drained the brains dry with laughter...
And all of this was actually the work of his biological father.
Survival is betrayal
Here it is:
Kindness is a reminder: tears of "sorrow" will turn into a noose to strangle you
Hope is a luxury product: "Hi"'s candy house hides a peeling knife
Even memory is a weapon: the six desires can tamper with your last thought
"Want to live?" The shadow twisted the pursuer's neck:
"First learn to push your loved ones into the corpse pit!"
Ultimate bet
Behind him is the countdown of personality disintegration, and in front of him are seven emotional execution grounds.
Lin Yuan clutched the rusty iron piece dug out of the corpse, on which was engraved his father's last confession:
"Don't trust Bai Zhou... Especially him wearing gold-rimmed glasses."
——To live is the dirtiest betrayal.
"Warning! The container contamination level is 89%..."
When the mechanical sound sounded for the 137th time, Lin Yuan was stabbing the scalpel into Yin Kun's neck.
Warm blood sprayed on his father's gold-rimmed glasses, and he licked the corners of his mouth:
"Guess who is the container now?"
