Chapter 2472: 2472
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"Snapped."
Edmond left the hospital bed, touched the ground with bare feet, and made a crisp sound, which beat Horton's heart like a thunder. Before his thoughts could react, the subconscious had already sounded the alarm, fearful. Grasping his heart fiercely, shrinking instantly, choking off his breath.
Horton reflexively cast his gaze towards the surveillance window, trying to ask for help, he needed help.
But then Horton realized his gaffe, quickly retracted his gaze, lowered his voice and kept calm, "No need. Really."
He could detect his stiffness, from the sound to the line of sight, his neck seemed to be stiff and fixed, and he stared at Edmund's shoulder blankly, allowing the focus and focal length to fully converge, as if he was staring at the shoulder. A wrinkle above, and then think about how the wrinkle came from, only in this way, his vision will not flutter around-avoid seeing the centipede-like crooked wound again.
Pink and tender.
Twisted and twisted.
But the picture was deeply imprinted in his mind, which made Horton's nerves tense again, and the already tired and debilitated spirit was forced to draw closer again, and all the remaining minds were tightened, and then they were involuntarily. I started counting in my mind: from one to ten and then from ten to one.
Even so, the chills still rushed up the scalp from the end of the spine.
Edmund sat at the end of the bed and looked at Horton quietly, but his eyes were undergoing subtle changes-if it was an aggressive oppression before, then it has evolved into a kind of... empathy. Those gentle eyes seemed to be looking at a lover.
Delicate and soft, warm and light.
This seems to be no problem. The only violation is the wound on his arm. The crooked centipede is always sounding the alarm: This is a brutal and cold-blooded killer. He killed his grandparents, he killed himself. 'S mother, and many other victims.
Who can be sure, before he kills, whether he also looked at the victims like this?
Fear quietly rises between tenderness.
Unknowingly, the whole ward fell into quiet, deathly silence, only the sound of the air conditioner was moving slightly, and the cold air made goose bumps appear on the surface of the skin, involuntarily producing an illusion, always felt that I could Hear the sound of gurgling water:
Is the water pipe making a sound, or is the blood flowing?
Edmund tilted his head slightly, his eyes became more gentle, "You know? Women were very indifferent to me at first, and they didn't want to share; in this life, no one wants to interact with me, even at home when I was young. It’s the same with the cat."
Then, Edmund's gaze caught a glimpse, and the doctors and nurses in the monitoring window left for something. No one else was monitoring the entire ward, only him and Holden.
"Crack."
Edmond sat down heavily and stood up with the help of the rebounding force of the mattress. The sound of springs being suppressed, the sound of fetters colliding, the sound of footsteps colliding with the ground... all the sounds are intertwined, and the sound Demond's super-large body quickly stood up and stirred up a wave of air, rushing towards his face with countless voices, and a stormy wave was set off in the narrow ward space.
Huh!
Almost at the same time, after only half a beat, Horton also stood up abruptly. The instinct of the beast made him and Edmund form a horn confrontation.
But... the momentum was severely suppressed.
Not only was Edmund’s size and physique completely suppressed Horton, but also because Horton’s conditioned reflex stood up eagerly and revealed his panic. That kind of vigilance and panic made Horton’s momentum completely downwind. The sense of crisis of skin pain made all the hairs stand up all over his body.
be quiet.
still.
Both Horton and Edmond remained completely still, and it seemed that even the air was frozen, and no one dared to break the deadlock rashly.
The stagnant air made the two people form a rigid confrontation, and the smell of gunpowder was quietly permeating.
"The only way I can have those girls..." Edmond said, his eyes softened, and he looked at Horton affectionately and intently, but the words were cold to no temperature and filled with blood, "... …Just killing them. This succeeded. They became my spiritual wives, and they are still with me."
Horton was motionless, his stiff muscles couldn't move at all.
Edmund slowly turned his head and looked towards the monitoring window. Only then did Horton react, and then moved with his vision:
No one.
Horton then noticed that there was no one in the surveillance window. A sense of fear instantly pinched his throat. The calmness on the surface was already tightened to the extreme. The slightly trembling pupils were revealing the true emotions in his heart, and there was nothing in his mind. One thought: The devil can smell fear.
For Edmund, it was a perfect game, with a firm grasp of the initiative.
"The most interesting thing about the critically ill patient room is that there is no system for notifying the guards. This is short-sighted. After all, the personnel entering and exiting are complicated." The calm tone and speed of speech, slightly ambiguous pronunciation, no change, even a little fluctuation. No, this sounds familiar?
This is Edmund.
This is still...this is Horton.
Horton used to speak the same way, and Edmund did the same, a little more detailed, and now Edmond consciously imitates Horton's bite.
Although it is not 100% consistent, the subtle changes can be noticed between the lines, so that people can’t tell whether Horton was assimilated after talking with Edmund, or Edmund and Horton were assimilated. After the conversation was changed, two completely different souls were overlapping.
terror!
This is really horrible!
The entire filming set was pinched tightly by the throat, and there was no sound at all, so he watched Cameron and more importantly, Lan Li.
In a trance, they have completely lost their judgment. It seems that Cameron is copying Ren Li's performance, and it seems that Horton is gradually evolving into Edmond, that kind of temperament is gradually approaching, even copying, and then Developed a weird and terrifying "mirror effect".
So, what is going on here? What is happening now? What should they do? The emotion of fear to panic makes people unable to move.
"I can easily kill you now." Edmund was approaching.
step.
Then go one step further.
Edmund gradually approached Holden in this way, and he could clearly see that Holden’s jaw curve had completely tightened, and his slightly trembling pupils exposed the panic in his heart. The more Holden controlled, the more he would become. Nervous, that precarious tremor seems to break at any time.
Edmund’s eyes shone slightly, as if he was exploring a black hole with his head, his upper body leaned slightly forward, looking into the depths of Horton’s pupils from top to bottom, and then you could see the water shining. , I tried my best to control and did not prevent the slight redness of the eye sockets. More importantly, Holden held his breath, and his muscles were tight to the extreme, as if suspended animation would be able to avoid injury.
But after a little distance, all these details were not noticed, as if they had never existed before, Horton was still the unhurried Horton.
No wonder people always, don't get too close, otherwise all the truth will come to light and may be disillusioned at any time.
However, Edmond likes this kind of Holden, the kind of fragility that breaks down, let him see... himself.
"Before someone shows up, do something interesting to you." Edmund's voice became lighter and softer, like a whisper in Horton's ear, and then the rhythm also slowed down, as if a light-handed movement , Worried about alarming the elf next to the pillow, "Then you will be with me mentally."
madman.
madman!
This is a lunatic!
Horton couldn't even make a fist. His stiff body stayed in place, unable to move or breathe. Fear had completely prevailed. What's even more frightening was that it was not Edmund that he was really afraid of now. But the self reflected in Edmond’s eyes:
That kind of arrogance, that kind of pride, kind of arrogance, kind of belief, kind of cold-bloodedness, kind of strength... kind of attitude that firmly controls the overall situation and is superior.
Slowly, just like this, his own reflection in Edmond's pupils became blurred, and then overlapped with Edmond's face, regardless of each other.
He was terrified of Edmond, and he was even more terrified of becoming Edmond's self. This thought stuck his throat tightly. He tried to escape, but there was nowhere to escape—he could escape Edmund~www.novelhall.com~ but how could he escape himself? What should he do?
Do not. No no no. This is an illusion, this is just an illusion, this is the illusion that I have created under the panic, things are not like this.
Horton's trembling pupils were denying, he even tried to regain consciousness, but... he couldn't control it, he had lost control.
Cameron smelled the breath of fear—he never knew that hormones really have a taste. Among them, the breath of fear is sweet, just like caramel, not rich but mellow enough to make people feel good. Can't help but want to stick out the tip of the tongue, lick and taste.
In those deep and clear eyes, Cameron saw Edmond and Horton in Edmond’s eyes, from which a powerful force burst out, pulling his collar to the black hole. Close to the inside, like the whirlpool of "Victorius", swallowing him with teeth and claws.
But this is not fear, but enjoyment.
Cameron is enjoying the beauty and grace of this moment, as if...like dancing, not ballet or waltz, but tango, tango that is passionate and lives together, and they are moving towards Stepping into the abyss, he still burst into unimaginable excitement.
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"Snapped."
Edmond left the hospital bed, touched the ground with bare feet, and made a crisp sound, which beat Horton's heart like a thunder. Before his thoughts could react, the subconscious had already sounded the alarm, fearful. Grasping his heart fiercely, shrinking instantly, choking off his breath.
Horton reflexively cast his gaze towards the surveillance window, trying to ask for help, he needed help.
But then Horton realized his gaffe, quickly retracted his gaze, lowered his voice and kept calm, "No need. Really."
He could detect his stiffness, from the sound to the line of sight, his neck seemed to be stiff and fixed, and he stared at Edmund's shoulder blankly, allowing the focus and focal length to fully converge, as if he was staring at the shoulder. A wrinkle above, and then think about how the wrinkle came from, only in this way, his vision will not flutter around-avoid seeing the centipede-like crooked wound again.
Pink and tender.
Twisted and twisted.
But the picture was deeply imprinted in his mind, which made Horton's nerves tense again, and the already tired and debilitated spirit was forced to draw closer again, and all the remaining minds were tightened, and then they were involuntarily. I started counting in my mind: from one to ten and then from ten to one.
Even so, the chills still rushed up the scalp from the end of the spine.
Edmund sat at the end of the bed and looked at Horton quietly, but his eyes were undergoing subtle changes-if it was an aggressive oppression before, then it has evolved into a kind of... empathy. Those gentle eyes seemed to be looking at a lover.
Delicate and soft, warm and light.
This seems to be no problem. The only violation is the wound on his arm. The crooked centipede is always sounding the alarm: This is a brutal and cold-blooded killer. He killed his grandparents, he killed himself. 'S mother, and many other victims.
Who can be sure, before he kills, whether he also looked at the victims like this?
Fear quietly rises between tenderness.
Unknowingly, the whole ward fell into quiet, deathly silence, only the sound of the air conditioner was moving slightly, and the cold air made goose bumps appear on the surface of the skin, involuntarily producing an illusion, always felt that I could Hear the sound of gurgling water:
Is the water pipe making a sound, or is the blood flowing?
Edmund tilted his head slightly, his eyes became more gentle, "You know? Women were very indifferent to me at first, and they didn't want to share; in this life, no one wants to interact with me, even at home when I was young. It’s the same with the cat."
Then, Edmund's gaze caught a glimpse, and the doctors and nurses in the monitoring window left for something. No one else was monitoring the entire ward, only him and Holden.
"Crack."
Edmond sat down heavily and stood up with the help of the rebounding force of the mattress. The sound of springs being suppressed, the sound of fetters colliding, the sound of footsteps colliding with the ground... all the sounds are intertwined, and the sound Demond's super-large body quickly stood up and stirred up a wave of air, rushing towards his face with countless voices, and a stormy wave was set off in the narrow ward space.
Huh!
Almost at the same time, after only half a beat, Horton also stood up abruptly. The instinct of the beast made him and Edmund form a horn confrontation.
But... the momentum was severely suppressed.
Not only was Edmund’s size and physique completely suppressed Horton, but also because Horton’s conditioned reflex stood up eagerly and revealed his panic. That kind of vigilance and panic made Horton’s momentum completely downwind. The sense of crisis of skin pain made all the hairs stand up all over his body.
be quiet.
still.
Both Horton and Edmond remained completely still, and it seemed that even the air was frozen, and no one dared to break the deadlock rashly.
The stagnant air made the two people form a rigid confrontation, and the smell of gunpowder was quietly permeating.
"The only way I can have those girls..." Edmond said, his eyes softened, and he looked at Horton affectionately and intently, but the words were cold to no temperature and filled with blood, "... …Just killing them. This succeeded. They became my spiritual wives, and they are still with me."
Horton was motionless, his stiff muscles couldn't move at all.
Edmund slowly turned his head and looked towards the monitoring window. Only then did Horton react, and then moved with his vision:
No one.
Horton then noticed that there was no one in the surveillance window. A sense of fear instantly pinched his throat. The calmness on the surface was already tightened to the extreme. The slightly trembling pupils were revealing the true emotions in his heart, and there was nothing in his mind. One thought: The devil can smell fear.
For Edmund, it was a perfect game, with a firm grasp of the initiative.
"The most interesting thing about the critically ill patient room is that there is no system for notifying the guards. This is short-sighted. After all, the personnel entering and exiting are complicated." The calm tone and speed of speech, slightly ambiguous pronunciation, no change, even a little fluctuation. No, this sounds familiar?
This is Edmund.
This is still...this is Horton.
Horton used to speak the same way, and Edmund did the same, a little more detailed, and now Edmond consciously imitates Horton's bite.
Although it is not 100% consistent, the subtle changes can be noticed between the lines, so that people can’t tell whether Horton was assimilated after talking with Edmund, or Edmund and Horton were assimilated. After the conversation was changed, two completely different souls were overlapping.
terror!
This is really horrible!
The entire filming set was pinched tightly by the throat, and there was no sound at all, so he watched Cameron and more importantly, Lan Li.
In a trance, they have completely lost their judgment. It seems that Cameron is copying Ren Li's performance, and it seems that Horton is gradually evolving into Edmond, that kind of temperament is gradually approaching, even copying, and then Developed a weird and terrifying "mirror effect".
So, what is going on here? What is happening now? What should they do? The emotion of fear to panic makes people unable to move.
"I can easily kill you now." Edmund was approaching.
step.
Then go one step further.
Edmund gradually approached Holden in this way, and he could clearly see that Holden’s jaw curve had completely tightened, and his slightly trembling pupils exposed the panic in his heart. The more Holden controlled, the more he would become. Nervous, that precarious tremor seems to break at any time.
Edmund’s eyes shone slightly, as if he was exploring a black hole with his head, his upper body leaned slightly forward, looking into the depths of Horton’s pupils from top to bottom, and then you could see the water shining. , I tried my best to control and did not prevent the slight redness of the eye sockets. More importantly, Holden held his breath, and his muscles were tight to the extreme, as if suspended animation would be able to avoid injury.
But after a little distance, all these details were not noticed, as if they had never existed before, Horton was still the unhurried Horton.
No wonder people always, don't get too close, otherwise all the truth will come to light and may be disillusioned at any time.
However, Edmond likes this kind of Holden, the kind of fragility that breaks down, let him see... himself.
"Before someone shows up, do something interesting to you." Edmund's voice became lighter and softer, like a whisper in Horton's ear, and then the rhythm also slowed down, as if a light-handed movement , Worried about alarming the elf next to the pillow, "Then you will be with me mentally."
madman.
madman!
This is a lunatic!
Horton couldn't even make a fist. His stiff body stayed in place, unable to move or breathe. Fear had completely prevailed. What's even more frightening was that it was not Edmund that he was really afraid of now. But the self reflected in Edmond’s eyes:
That kind of arrogance, that kind of pride, kind of arrogance, kind of belief, kind of cold-bloodedness, kind of strength... kind of attitude that firmly controls the overall situation and is superior.
Slowly, just like this, his own reflection in Edmond's pupils became blurred, and then overlapped with Edmond's face, regardless of each other.
He was terrified of Edmond, and he was even more terrified of becoming Edmond's self. This thought stuck his throat tightly. He tried to escape, but there was nowhere to escape—he could escape Edmund~www.novelhall.com~ but how could he escape himself? What should he do?
Do not. No no no. This is an illusion, this is just an illusion, this is the illusion that I have created under the panic, things are not like this.
Horton's trembling pupils were denying, he even tried to regain consciousness, but... he couldn't control it, he had lost control.
Cameron smelled the breath of fear—he never knew that hormones really have a taste. Among them, the breath of fear is sweet, just like caramel, not rich but mellow enough to make people feel good. Can't help but want to stick out the tip of the tongue, lick and taste.
In those deep and clear eyes, Cameron saw Edmond and Horton in Edmond’s eyes, from which a powerful force burst out, pulling his collar to the black hole. Close to the inside, like the whirlpool of "Victorius", swallowing him with teeth and claws.
But this is not fear, but enjoyment.
Cameron is enjoying the beauty and grace of this moment, as if...like dancing, not ballet or waltz, but tango, tango that is passionate and lives together, and they are moving towards Stepping into the abyss, he still burst into unimaginable excitement.
"Snapped."Edmond left the hospital bed, touched the ground with bare feet, and made a crisp sound, which beat Horton's heart like a thunder. Before his thoughts could react, the subconscious had already sounded the alarm, fearful. Grasping his heart fiercely, shrinking instantly, choking off his breath.Horton reflexively cast his gaze towards the surveillance window, trying to ask for help, he needed help.But then Horton realized his gaffe, quickly retracted his gaze, lowered his voice and kept calm, "No need. Really."He could detect his stiffness, from the sound to the line of sight, his neck seemed to be stiff and fixed, and he stared at Edmund's shoulder blankly, allowing the focus and focal length to fully converge, as if he was staring at the shoulder. A wrinkle above, and then think about how the wrinkle came from, only in this way, his vision will not flutter around-avoid seeing the centipede-like crooked wound again.Pink and tender.Twisted and twisted.But the picture was deeply imprinted in his mind, which made Horton's nerves tense again, and the already tired and debilitated spirit was forced to draw closer again, and all the remaining minds were tightened, and then they were involuntarily. I started counting in my mind: from one to ten and then from ten to one.Even so, the chills still rushed up the scalp from the end of the spine.Edmund sat at the end of the bed and looked at Horton quietly, but his eyes were undergoing subtle changes-if it was an aggressive oppression before, then it has evolved into a kind of... empathy. Those gentle eyes seemed to be looking at a lover.Delicate and soft, warm and light.This seems to be no problem. The only violation is the wound on his arm. The crooked centipede is always sounding the alarm: This is a brutal and cold-blooded killer. He killed his grandparents, he killed himself. 'S mother, and many other victims.Who can be sure, before he kills, whether he also looked at the victims like this?Fear quietly rises between tenderness.Unknowingly, the whole ward fell into quiet, deathly silence, only the sound of the air conditioner was moving slightly, and the cold air made goose bumps appear on the surface of the skin, involuntarily producing an illusion, always felt that I could Hear the sound of gurgling water:Is the water pipe making a sound, or is the blood flowing?Edmund tilted his head slightly, his eyes became more gentle, "You know? Women were very indifferent to me at first, and they didn't want to share; in this life, no one wants to interact with me, even at home when I was young. It's the same with the cat."Then, Edmund's gaze caught a glimpse, and the doctors and nurses in the monitoring window left for something. No one else was monitoring the entire ward, only him and Holden."Crack."Edmond sat down heavily and stood up with the help of the rebounding force of the mattress. The sound of springs being suppressed, the sound of fetters colliding, the sound of footsteps colliding with the ground... all the sounds are intertwined, and the sound Demond's super-large body quickly stood up and stirred up a wave of air, rushing towards his face with countless voices, and a stormy wave was set off in the narrow ward space.Huh!Almost at the same time, after only half a beat, Horton also stood up abruptly. The instinct of the beast made him and Edmund form a horn confrontation.But... the momentum was severely suppressed.Not only was Edmund's size and physique completely suppressed Horton, but also because Horton's conditioned reflex stood up eagerly and revealed his panic. That kind of vigilance and panic made Horton's momentum completely downwind. The sense of crisis of skin pain made all the hairs stand up all over his body.be quiet.still.Both Horton and Edmond remained completely still, and it seemed that even the air was frozen, and no one dared to break the deadlock rashly.The stagnant air made the two people form a rigid confrontation, and the smell of gunpowder was quietly permeating."The only way I can have those girls..." Edmond said, his eyes softened, and he looked at Horton affectionately and intently, but the words were cold to no temperature and filled with blood, "... Just killing them. This succeeded. They became my spiritual wives, and they are still with me."Horton was motionless, his stiff muscles couldn't move at all.Edmund slowly turned his head and looked towards the monitoring window. Only then did Horton react, and then moved with his vision:No one.Horton then noticed that there was no one in the surveillance window. A sense of fear instantly pinched his throat. The calmness on the surface was already tightened to the extreme. The slightly trembling pupils were revealing the true emotions in his heart, and there was nothing in his mind. One thought: The devil can smell fear.For Edmund, it was a perfect game, with a firm grasp of the initiative."The most interesting thing about the critically ill patient room is that there is no system for notifying the guards. This is short-sighted. After all, the personnel entering and exiting are complicated." The calm tone and speed of speech, slightly ambiguous pronunciation, no change, even a little fluctuation. No, this sounds familiar?This is Edmund.This is still...this is Horton.Horton used to speak the same way, and Edmund did the same, a little more detailed, and now Edmond consciously imitates Horton's bite.Although it is not 100% consistent, the subtle changes can be noticed between the lines, so that people can't tell whether Horton was assimilated after talking with Edmund, or Edmund and Horton were assimilated. After the conversation was changed, two completely different souls were overlapping.terror!This is really horrible!The entire filming set was pinched tightly by the throat, and there was no sound at all, so he watched Cameron and more importantly, Lan Li.In a trance, they have completely lost their judgment. It seems that Cameron is copying Ren Li's performance, and it seems that Horton is gradually evolving into Edmond, that kind of temperament is gradually approaching, even copying, and then Developed a weird and terrifying "mirror effect".So, what is going on here? What is happening now? What should they do? The emotion of fear to panic makes people unable to move."I can easily kill you now." Edmund was approaching.step.Then go one step further.Edmund gradually approached Holden in this way, and he could clearly see that Holden's jaw curve had completely tightened, and his slightly trembling pupils exposed the panic in his heart. The more Holden controlled, the more he would become. Nervous, that precarious tremor seems to break at any time.Edmund's eyes shone slightly, as if he was exploring a black hole with his head, his upper body leaned slightly forward, looking into the depths of Horton's pupils from top to bottom, and then you could see the water shining. , I tried my best to control and did not prevent the slight redness of the eye sockets. More importantly, Holden held his breath, and his muscles were tight to the extreme, as if suspended animation would be able to avoid injury.But after a little distance, all these details were not noticed, as if they had never existed before, Horton was still the unhurried Horton.No wonder people always, don't get too close, otherwise all the truth will come to light and may be disillusioned at any time.However, Edmond likes this kind of Holden, the kind of fragility that breaks down, let him see... himself."Before someone shows up, do something interesting to you." Edmund's voice became lighter and softer, like a whisper in Horton's ear, and then the rhythm also slowed down, as if a light-handed movement , Worried about alarming the elf next to the pillow, "Then you will be with me mentally."madman.madman!This is a lunatic!Horton couldn't even make a fist. His stiff body stayed in place, unable to move or breathe. Fear had completely prevailed. What's even more frightening was that it was not Edmund that he was really afraid of now. But the self reflected in Edmond's eyes:That kind of arrogance, that kind of pride, kind of arrogance, kind of belief, kind of cold-bloodedness, kind of strength... kind of attitude that firmly controls the overall situation and is superior.Slowly, just like this, his own reflection in Edmond's pupils became blurred, and then overlapped with Edmond's face, regardless of each other.He was terrified of Edmond, and he was even more terrified of becoming Edmond's self. This thought stuck his throat tightly. He tried to escape, but there was nowhere to escapehe could escape Edmund~www.novelhall.com~ but how could he escape himself? What should he do?Do not. No no no. This is an illusion, this is just an illusion, this is the illusion that I have created under the panic, things are not like this.Horton's trembling pupils were denying, he even tried to regain consciousness, but... he couldn't control it, he had lost control.Cameron smelled the breath of fearhe never knew that hormones really have a taste. Among them, the breath of fear is sweet, just like caramel, not rich but mellow enough to make people feel good. Can't help but want to stick out the tip of the tongue, lick and taste.In those deep and clear eyes, Cameron saw Edmond and Horton in Edmond's eyes, from which a powerful force burst out, pulling his collar to the black hole. Close to the inside, like the whirlpool of "Victorius", swallowing him with teeth and claws.But this is not fear, but enjoyment.Cameron is enjoying the beauty and grace of this moment, as if...like dancing, not ballet or waltz, but tango, tango that is passionate and lives together, and they are moving towards Stepping into the abyss, he still burst into unimaginable excitement.
