Time passed by minute by second in the dungeon, and it was impossible to tell the difference between day and night in the dark environment. Cesare was suffering from being restrained and suffering from internal infections.
Cesare had completely lost the concept of time. It might be a few hours or a few days that had passed. He couldn't tell clearly.
No one has opened the cell door in the dark since Mr. Andel left, and Ilona, who promised to find the count, has not come back.
Although there were occasional footsteps, they would only walk straight past the door, into the next door or other prisons. For a long time, there was no news about Ilona.
Living like a year is no longer an exaggeration for Cesare. As time goes by, Cesare can feel these hateful hyphae stirring in his body, wanting to find a breakthrough at any time to turn himself into a terrifying monster again.
They caused themselves to have a high fever again, making every inch of their muscles swell and ache, and also made the silver rings on their fingers tremble slightly as if they were fighting against the hyphae.
Growling low, choking, wailing.
It becomes very difficult to stay calm in this situation and it also makes the body more painful. Your body keeps sending warnings to your brain.
The desire for relief went far beyond simple hunger and thirst. Suddenly, a countercurrent of blood flowed from bottom to top. The nauseating feeling was so retching that Cesare couldn't resist the dizziness and fainted instantly.
Then I woke up again after an unknown amount of time, and I was still locked in a dark cell. Nothing had changed, only a more torturous dizziness continued.
Fainting, waking up, and then fainting again, Cesare lost count of the number of times he lost consciousness, going back and forth until he couldn't tell the difference between nightmare and reality.
There was a turbulence in his stomach, and a strong nausea flowed up his esophagus, causing Cesare to spit it out, full of rotting hyphae and black mucus.
His body was locked and unable to move, and he could only let a large amount of foul-smelling vomit sprinkle on his body and contaminate his whole body.
The more he vomited, the more he vomited, and Cesare felt like his intestines were about to be vomited out.
Then I suddenly woke up with a cold sweat on my head. I looked at my body and realized that it was another nightmare.
Cesare's conscious consciousness could not be maintained for a moment. Cesare's body began to feel unusually heavy, as if oppressed by an invisible force, and his vision began to blur, as if all the torture he had just experienced was a torture that consumed his energy.
At this moment, those painful feelings of oppression surged into his brain, making all the reality Cesare saw distorted and unreal.
Cesare knew that he was running a high fever, and hallucinations began to appear in his hazy mind.
A splendid blur of colors appeared in the originally dark and terrifying cell, like an oil painting drawn with thick pen and ink. The colorful colors intertwined with each other and flowed in the air, gradually changing the cell in front of him into a blurry scene.
"It's an illusion... It's an illusion..." Cesare closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and whispered his inner voice, repeatedly warning himself not to let the hyphae in his body succeed. They wanted Cesare to give up struggling and give up this The physical body belongs to them.
Cesare knew the conspiracy of those hyphae, but when he opened his eyes again, the illusion caused by the high fever had not disappeared.
Countless disgustingly complicated dyes were constantly condensing and dispersing like masses of flesh and blood, turning into a grand and spacious hall. The shadow of an old man stood on a high platform, holding a mallet in his hand and shouting - "Five whites" Silver coins twice!”
Was that the auction at Carl Flow? The memories of the past reappeared in hallucinations, and with the sound of the hammer falling, the entire auction hall instantly dissipated like smoke. The colors twisted and changed, and it completely transformed into a luxurious auditorium.
San Carlo's ball reappeared in the hallucination, and the colors could not restore the appearance of each student. Their faces were as blurry as Cesare's memory, full of strange colors, like countless ghosts. Shadows are dancing.
A ball of red dye slowly gathered into a human form like twisted flesh and blood, and the face of his good friend Sandino slowly appeared in the inexplicable illusion.
"Cesare, have you decided who you want to be your dance partner..." The hallucinated voice was so vague, like an auditory hallucination coming from Cesare's mind, but every byte was like a steel knife. If it passes through the scalp, the pain is unbearable.
The scene of the ball also disappeared in an instant, as if a sharp claw ripped out the memory in Cesare's mind, and the two lumps of flesh in front of him turned into two young girls.
Although the outline of the hallucination is as blurry as a mirage, it is his own hallucination after all, so Cesare recognizes it.
The person wearing a dress on one side is his sister Crocia, and the person wearing servant clothes on the other side is his childhood maid and playmate Ilona.
The two little girls had no facial features, only a blank white. Their bodies were stiff like a pair of statues holding hands, and they moved towards Cesare.
The hallucinations got closer and closer, and the two little girls grew bigger and bigger. Crocia turned into a cute girl and put on the school uniform of San Carlo, while Ilona's figure became slim and slim and put on the uniform of Crows. Black cloak.
"Brother...help me..."
The illusion called, and then her sister's appearance suddenly became distorted. Countless hyphae protruded from under Crocia's clothes, wrapping and covering her figure.
Next to her, the childhood maid Ilona coldly and stiffly took out a pure silver sword and stabbed Crocia in the heart...
Although he knew it was just an illusion, Cesare was still frightened, his brows tightened, and he wanted to quickly regain his senses and make all the illusions in front of him disappear.
But this not only had no effect, but also caused more and more ghosts to gather around him, and countless familiar figures appeared around Cesare.
Crocia, Ilona, Sandino, Hilton, Gallon, and even Henry the store manager, the bald priest in the church, and the old woman who deceived him in the abandoned town...
They approached in dead-frozen pans, their voices echoing in Cesare's mind.
"Cesare." "Cesare." "Cesare..."
"Cesare...!"
My brain felt like it was about to explode. I wanted to block my ears, but there was no room for struggle because I was bound by chains. I wanted to roar in anger to make these ghosts go away, but I knew that these were caused by hyphae and high fever. It's an illusion, no matter what you shout, it's useless.
In the end, Cesare could only close his eyes tightly and try to escape from everything, while the voices calling his name were hovering around his head like a swarm of flies, pulling and biting him, and he could still vaguely hear them. Mr. Rodell's voice.
