"The infection...cannot be cured..."
This auditory hallucination was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing Cesare's heart to beat rapidly. All the muscles in his body expanded and contracted with his heart, making the silver ring on his finger tighter and more painful.
The desire to make the hallucination disappear reached its extreme, and the whole person reached the breaking point, and would go completely crazy in the next second.
And suddenly.
All the sounds in his ears disappeared, as if the sun had risen and dispersed the ghosts. The rare tranquility allowed Cesare to take a deep breath and relax, and his mood slowly relaxed.
And when he slowly opened his eyes, he saw that the surroundings were still dark in the cell. The cell door was tightly closed, nothing could get out, and no one could come in.
But from bottom to top, I saw a pair of familiar leather boots, a black and purple fur robe, and a top hat...
Cesare never wanted to see a face wearing a red scarf in his life, but unfortunately he still looked into his smiling golden eyes.
Claudius, the leader of the circus... Just like other hallucinations, his body is translucent. Through his clothes, you can see the prison door in the dark behind, and the edges of the body are also blurred outlines. It's also like a ghost coming back to claim his life.
He lowered the top hat on his head and blinked his golden eyes to look at the embarrassed Cesare in front of him.
"Is this what you want? You crawled all the way back here just to die in the dark dungeon. In the end, you couldn't save your sister."
Hearing Claudius mention his sister Cesare was not surprising. After all, it was his own hallucination, so he naturally knew what he was doing.
Captain Claudius is dead. His heart was crushed by his own hands and he died in the forest. What Cesare sees now is just an afterimage in his memory.
Although there was no ghostly noise like before, and Claudius's hallucination voice did not seem so harsh, Cesare still had no intention of talking to his hallucination.
His head still hurt and his stomach felt uncomfortable. Cesare was silent and just wanted to rest.
Claudius's hallucination also disappeared after Cesare chose silence, but appeared out of thin air from the corner directly opposite. The hallucination sat in the corner with his legs crossed, swaying leisurely and humming circus tunes.
"Liberty Bell,
The sound resounds throughout the earth and the sky here,
Look at our country, look at our freedom...
May everything be engraved in my heart forever...
Ah ha ha ha...Liberty Bell..."
Claudius's hallucinations hummed to themselves, sometimes disappearing from the cell with a vague figure, sometimes appearing out of thin air and pacing in the dark with his boots kicked. He had no footsteps, just a non-existent shadow. .
No matter what he was doing, Cesare ignored him. He knew that he saw this hateful ghost because of the pain in his brain. As long as the fever subsided, these hallucinations would disappear...
I don't know how much time passed like this, with only the shadow of a dead man accompanying me.
Claudius's phantom dissipated, and he suddenly sat comfortably next to Cesare. Chains passed through his back and out in front of him, further confirming that he was just an intangible, let alone invisible person. The illusion of entity.
"Master, how does it feel to kill someone with your own hands? When you killed me, it was your first time killing someone. Was it not as difficult as you thought?"
The hallucinatory voice made Cesare instantly recall his experience that night. He took out the bloody heart with his mycelium-covered claws, stared into Claudius's eyes and crushed it...
And immediately, my memory recalled that the circus convoy was attacked by robbers the day before. A robber jumped onto the carriage and was pushed down by Cesare...
"You are not the first person I killed. To be precise, the robber who attacked the convoy was. I watched helplessly as he fell off the carriage and broke his neck..."
Cesare instinctively wanted to refute Claudius, but as soon as he said it, he felt regretful. Why should he go against his illusions?
Huan Huan, who finally heard Cesare's words, chuckled a few times and pulled the towel on his face out of habit.
"It was just an accident, not a murder at all. But it was the same that time. Although you didn't say anything or express your emotions, you were actually very scared in your heart.
You have been accustomed to playing the role of a mature and reliable adult in front of your only sister since you were a child. Over time, you really thought that your heart was strong enough to remain calm no matter what happened. "
With that said, Claudius's phantom slowly disappeared, and then kicked his legs out from the dark and cold wall on one side.
"But in fact, your strength only comes from the empty family ties in your childhood. You dare not rely on others or get too close to others, because you are subconsciously worried that the people you love will be like your mother, who will take your life away from you. disappeared."
Claudius walked from one end of the room to the other. While raising his legs and stepping on the wall, he also turned his body around so that his body was parallel to the ground and continued walking up the wall as if he were walking on flat ground.
He continued to mutter to himself.
"Everyone must have a goal in life, wealth, love, dreams, family, freedom... But Master Cesare, you seem to have never thought about this issue.
You cherish your sister so much because you use your only relative as an excuse to live day by day. If you lose your own sister in the end... you won't find the meaning of life, right? "
Claudius chuckled.
"You seem to be complicated, but in fact you are as simple as an idiot. Ever since you were a little boy, you have been as fragile as a fledgling. You have never even gotten over the trauma of losing a loved one. All indifference is just a shield for your wounds. That’s all.”
His voice was chattering endlessly, echoing in the space and echoing in Cesare's mind. The constant chattering accompanied by the headache caused by the high fever was really unbearable for Cesare.
"That's enough! Why are you talking so much nonsense to a dead person? It's all obviously an illusion. Even if you want to talk about truth, can you change your face? Why does it have to be Claudius!"
Complaining, Cesare was not facing the real circus master, but some kind of voice coming from deep within.
He wanted to refute and deny everything it said, but Cesare could feel that no matter what he said, the other party would have ten thousand words waiting for him. The existence of that illusion was just to torture himself and make this Everything becomes more painful.
At this time, the phantom of Captain Claudius has reached the ceiling. He is hanging upside down and standing on the roof of the dungeon, with his hands behind his back comfortably like a giant bat.
The high hat was tightly buckled on his head regardless of gravity, but the scarf on his face hung down intentionally or unintentionally, vaguely revealing the harelip underneath.
"I'm helping you Cesare. You know I'm always good at reading people." He stretched out his hand and pulled the scarf on his face to cover his deformed mouth. Then he let go, and the scarf no longer drooped naturally.
"That's a bit far. Do you know what it felt like to kill someone for the first time?"
