Foreword:
Deep in the roots of human nature, we long for the appreciation of others.
Dale Carnegie丨"Human Weakness"
[Part①·New toys]
"Mr. Jason."
The steward of the housekeeping department sat slumped next to the shoe rack, still not understanding what happened——
——This reckless hotel employee was involved in the fight between psychics. One second he was running wildly in the corridor, and the next second he was in the guest room.
"Mr. Jason, what is going on?"
The manager is a middle-aged man with a fat body and a simple face. From the employee badge in the customer service department, you can see an easy-to-remember name, Boris Hamann.
At this moment, Mr. Boris looked nervous, and with a fake smile of a service attitude, he asked the famous lapis lazuli guard and the outstanding VIP.
"Did you pull me into the room? Are you dissatisfied with the store? Or..."
Jason Megan frowned and stood outside the children's room.
"Keep quiet! Boris Hamann, keep quiet."
"It's really strange." Steward Boris could vaguely guess the truth of the matter——
——To be able to make the VIP show such a serious expression, I'm afraid there is a very terrible criminal in this room.
"I'm on a mission." Jason spoke very fast, trying to make the innocent victims realize the seriousness of the matter in the shortest possible time.
"Because you called out my real name, the enemy has recognized my true identity, but I can't blame you for this. It's my lack of consideration."
"We will be attacked by the spirit power at any time. If my spirit body is not around, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you. You have to find a way to protect yourself."
"I know it's hard to stay sane in a situation like this, but fear only makes you lose control."
Before he finished speaking, Boris Hamann almost collapsed emotionally.
For an ordinary person, a sudden change in spiritual pressure stimulates his senses and affects his mind.
The bright lights in the children's room, the bright colors of the wallpaper and toys, all look so beautiful. They are like the colorful poisons in nature, causing people to instinctively resist emotions.
Boris swallowed and interrupted Jason Megan in horror.
"Is it all my fault? Because of me? I don't know anything! Mr. Jason! I don't know anything! The manager asked me to do this! It's the manager!"
Jason's eyes swept around the house, and he could feel strange psychic waves coming from everywhere.
"No! I don't mean to blame you! Haman!"
Is the enemy's spirit hidden in this room?
Mixed in with these brightly colored decorations?
What are the special abilities?
What means will be used to attack?
He couldn't care less about comforting Boris, there was no time left.
Traces of spiritual disasters are scattered throughout the room. Like the fingers of the Almighty Hand, Haitang's soul power seems to be fragmented and can be divided into many small parts.
Time passed by, and nothing seemed to happen. Jason did not dare to move, unwilling to touch the brass chain of the door.
In the career of this green gold guard, he has met many psykers who use their spirits as static traps. These traps will not actively attack the victims, but are like exquisite triggering mechanisms. Torturing the prey, making it weak, and finally delivering the fatal blow.
Haitang had just called out Hun Wei's real name - [Circus of Doom·Devil Circus].
The soul power attack had been launched, and the moment they stepped into the room, they were already in the trap.
"Don't move around, don't touch anything suspicious, Mr. Harman!" Jason Megan reminded kindly: "This guy doesn't seem to have the ability to actively attack us! You have to stay calm!"
"But how can I calm down!" Boris squirmed on the carpet and moved his buttocks to stand up: "Mr. Jason! You said it very lightly! How can I control my brain!"
"I still have someone I want to pursue! I was just promoted to the position of supervisor! This is terrible! This is terrible!"
Boris bit his fingernails nervously, his eyes were bloodshot, and his thick black-rimmed glasses were already covered in mist, the mist evaporating from nervous sweat driven by high blood pressure and high body temperature.
"I still have a lot of debt and I have to pay it back! If I die in a place like this, it will bring a lot of trouble to the hotel."
"What will my co-workers and the manager think of me? It's not okay for them to go to my house and cause trouble for my father! This is not allowed!"
"Is it just because I called your name? Just because of this trivial thing?"
With that said, Boris slowly stood up.
Jason shouted nervously: "Haman! Boris Haman! Control yourself!"
"Why do I feel so hot?" Mr. Boris's fingernails were full of meat, and when he scratched his neck, he brought down some sticky sebum and debris: "Why did I stand up suddenly? I couldn't stand up just now. .why?"
Jason's pupils trembled——
——The piece of carpet next to the shoe rack at the entrance, in front of the mirror in the dressing room, and close to the door is still tightly connected to Boris Hamann's buttocks and legs.
The pink rubber sheet was covered with red and blue hairs. They were like living animals. They bit Boris's butt and crawled up his calf, tightly grabbing the chubby big brother. .
It was these damn things that grabbed Boris's legs and feet just now. He couldn't stand up at all. He forcefully pulled down his pants and thighs in a daze, and then he stood up awkwardly!
At this moment, fresh blood flows from the gap between the muscles and the skin, like strawberry ice cream that is about to melt, dripping on the rubber mat of this carpet.
"Boris Hamann!" Jason exclaimed involuntarily, "Stop moving! You are injured! You are bleeding!"
Mr. Harman's eyes were dull. He woke up from the great fear and finally felt the pain. When he looked in the mirror, he realized that his thighs and buttocks were cold at one time and hot at the other.
"How could this happen! How could this happen!"
"I'm so unlucky! Mr. Jason! Can you help me? Why are you just watching? Why?"
Jason was about to step forward to help Boris, and at this moment——
——The pink rubber carpet opened his eyes.
A dozen cracks of various sizes emerged from the bottom of the mat, and they all looked at Jason with hateful eyes.
Jason's expression changed and his body began to stiffen, as if he was very afraid of this terrifying soul power.
Boris panicked: "Why? Why are you looking at me like that? Mr. Jason? Are you wary of me? Are you doubting me?"
"No! No no no! Boris," Jason Megan explained: "There's a rug that's hugging your legs. It's hurting you. It's the spirit of the enemy, me."
"Are you scared?!" Boris was sweating profusely and his face gradually turned pale. He looked in the mirror again and again - he was just an ordinary person with no inspiration, so naturally he couldn't see any "carpet": "Where? What kind of carpet is there! Mr. Jason! I’m still bleeding!”
At this moment, a pair of children's sports shoes on the shoe rack suddenly opened its mouth.
Its upper cracked, revealing a pink tongue and sharp teeth, and said to Jason.
"How's it going, sweetheart? It doesn't feel good to be questioned, doesn't it?"
"Jason Megan—although I don't know what your soul power is, your spirit body doesn't seem to be with you."
"If I don't have the means to attack the spirit body, I will slowly enjoy this piece of fat in front of you and under your gaze."
Jason yelled, "Shut the fuck up!"
Boris yelled hysterically: "Where are you looking? Jason Megan! Is there something there?! Who is talking to you?"
Circus of Doom continued.
"This poor thing seems to be completely invisible to me. This is the limitation of Homo sapiens - no matter how many times you say it, you can't make a blind person gain light. They will lose themselves in the darkness, why should they? Where do you feel sympathy for these weaklings?”
"Why don't you give up your current job and come to our camp? Jason Megan, you are a blood donation unit with ideals and ambitions, resourcefulness and outstanding skills. We are not purely human beings, we are the same kind of people. "
At the same time, the piece of carpet that was biting Boris also began to speak——
"——This guy's ass tastes so damn bad! There's too much oil and water!"
The other objects in the room trembled and screamed along with the soul's power, as if they were coming to life!
Jason quickly pulled out two wind chime pipes from his backpack. These props were the silver requiem bells given to Robert Downing by the gunsmith. They had obvious harming and comforting effects on spirits. Downing rarely went on field missions. I will give this gift to the chef.
He struck the bell fiercely, and all the noise in the hot room disappeared.
Haitang, who was hiding in the dark, seemed to have been hit hard on the chest. His soul power parts were like sensitive organs, just like a person with dozens of eyes and ears. The sound of the Requiem Bell made him speechless for a moment. I couldn't speak for a while.
"Ten minutes! Boris Hamann! Only ten minutes!" Jason Megan vowed: "The gunsmith will come to save us!"
Mr. Boris regained some sanity and his soul returned to his body.
"But...but ten minutes is too long! I want to leave here now! I want to leave this ghost place now!"
As soon as his thick knuckles reached for the door lock, Jason immediately shouted.
"Stay away from the gate! Haman! Don't touch those brass chains!"
Boris said angrily: "Where is the chain? Mr. Jason! Isn't the door lock properly hung? Just open the door and walk out."
Before he finished speaking, Jason stepped forward quickly, no longer caring about his own safety. In Haman's eyes, this weird-looking VIP was waving the air with two silver tubes, as if he was fighting an invisible monster. .
Blood spurted out from Jason's arm, and his neck seemed to be tied up with several ropes. After a fierce struggle, the VIP regained his freedom with a purple face, and the two fell heavily back to the floor. .
[Part②·Infringement warning]
Jason was breathing heavily, the half-wolf's pupils were completely blue, and he was in a state of extreme anger and shock.
"Well done! Well done! Boris!"
Haman realized that he had gotten into trouble, smelled the stench of wolf blood on Jason's body, and finally realized——
——This VIP is risking his life to protect himself.
"Damn fat man! You did a good job!" Jason said through gritted teeth and patted Boris on the face: "You did a good job! Now we are grasshoppers on a rope, no matter how blind you are. , you should understand it too!”
Haman called Mr. Jason's boast attack and was confused——
"——Mr. Jason, what's wrong with you? I...I should apologize to you. I...is...there is something wrong with me. I am controlled by fear."
"Deep at the root of human nature, we long for the appreciation of others." Jason said this, climbed up from the floor, hugged Boris and stood up staggeringly: "Without you, I would not be able to trigger these static traps. .”
“The most important human ability is the power to turn adversity into good times.”
"Boris Hamann, these children's toys, these wallpaper decorations, these colorful things confused my eyes, and I could not find the true identity of the enemy."
"This guy is a very particular slut who pays great attention to emotions. He seeks medical treatment in a desperate situation. When he tastes your flesh and blood, he doesn't forget to flirt with me."
"The aroma of alcohol in the air is numbing my nose. It's so fucking unlucky."
"Without you, I wouldn't be able to get out of this room alive."
After listening to Jason's words, Boris Hamann felt elated for a moment.
"Honored VIP! Can I really help you? Is it really what you said? Did I save your life?"
Jason flattened the carpet on the porch with his foot. Together with the shoe rack, it turned into pieces of flesh and blood, like a balloon filled with water. All the blood sucked from Boris was vomited out, and the floor became sticky. Gooey.
Boris's spirit was so high that he temporarily overcame the pain and ignored these visions.
These spirits have the texture of plasticine. Beating them with the Requiem Bell will only change their shape and knead the plasticine into other shapes. It cannot directly crush the soul power.
The seal at the door is the tightest, with fourteen thumb-thick brass chains blocking the exit. Once you get close to them, these smooth copper bars immediately sprout fine baby teeth and turn into frenzied tentacles. The prey was minced into pieces, and Jason's blood-granted body couldn't fight them.
"Now I want you to do a little favor." Jason once again showed his amazing talent for painting. He took some blood from the wound on his collarbone and quickly drew a picture of the entrance hall on his sleeve.
Every exhibit and every display item has not been spared.
"Boris Hamann, let's play a little game. What I can see, you can't."
"So what are the things that don't exist in this painting?"
The hotel clerk gingerly pointed to the light switch on the wall outside the bathroom——
——In the picture Jason drew with blood, the bathroom only has four power buttons, which are two bathroom heater headlights, a vent and a fluorescent lamp.
At this moment, there is an additional switch on the wall.
Before Boris could speak, the shining silver requiem bell cracked the wall, turning the spiritual trap created by the Circus of Doom into a pulp.
"Very good!" Jason Megan continued: "We have found a way out now, Haman! You did a good job!"
"Hehe! Hehehehe" Mr. Boris laughed dryly at first, but gradually stopped laughing.
Because he felt that the wound on his butt had undergone new changes——
——Jason Megan’s arms and neck also experienced horrific changes.
There was dense hair growing out of the injured area.
"Mr. Jason, your wound seems to have healed."
Boris couldn't see the spirit body, but Jason could clearly see these fine fibers parasitic in the flesh. They were like wriggling mushrooms, quickly wrapping the trauma, and then began to glow with bright colors.
The fibers gradually bite each other, weaving into a complete ball of hair, which quickly tightens and takes shape, just like this——
——Bright red bricks "grow" out from Jason's neck!
"What a weird thing is this!"
Jason looked at the growths on his neck and upper arms in horror. The toys on the upper arms were even more "cute". The doll-like pink arms were intertwined, and the wounds were filled with these polymer materials.
The wound from Boris's thigh to buttocks turned into a huge Mickey Mouse rubber pad.
This is the true ability of the Circus of Doom. Its destructive power and speed are mediocre, but it can gradually transform the human body into a toy.
Jason's arms were no longer as dexterous as they were at the beginning. The foreign objects in his arms and torso made it impossible for him to move, let alone draw, and the movement of using his fingers with blood became stiff.
The toy soldiers in the children's room climbed onto the desks and saluted the nameless warriors.
"You're a tough nut! Jason Megan!"
"I just like it hard!"
"Tear me apart! Play with me!"
