He had no way to guarantee that in the face of powerful power, he would lose his humanity and become an evil god as recorded in general history.
The next day, Joey finished washing up very early.
He rarely put on the uniform of a sheriff. This was the first time he wore it after taking a vacation.
When passing by the door of Naomi's house, he suddenly stopped and stared at the wooden door with peeling paint, standing there so quietly.
It seemed that in the next second, Naomi would open the door with a smile and say, "Good morning, Mr. Creevey."
In Senegal without the sun, darkness is the lingering tone, and the value of life seems insignificant here.
No one will notice that there once was a warm landlady here. There is no funeral or greetings, as if this person never existed.
Maybe only at a certain aristocratic gathering, someone would mention that there once was a lady with curly hair and a hot figure.
He gently placed his hand on his left chest, leaned over and nodded, calmed down his complicated emotions, and walked downstairs.
The streets were in a mess, just a few miles away from the dynasty. There were arson, robberies, and murders. There were even many red marks on the ground that had not dried up.
What happened to Naomi spread like a plague.
Joey's hand was holding the revolver tightly, and he was looking around with vigilant eyes. As long as someone was approaching, he would not hesitate to raise the gun as a warning.
Exploding in depression, going crazy in paranoia.
'Color of Stars' is in a corrosive way, bit by bit, evoking the deepest dark side of human nature.
The uniform on his body looked so eye-catching at this moment.
He could even see a police officer wearing the same clothes as him, stepping on a woman's back, his face twisted, and shouting: "Damn woman, you are commanding me, I am a man, I am your man, you just You have to kneel down and add toes for me.”
Unfortunately, he knew this man, and his image had always been that of a good man who loved his wife.
What is even more exaggerated is that a dog has a leash in its mouth, and at the other end of the rope is a man. The roles of the two were reversed, the dog became the master, and the man was covered in scars and slowly crawled with his hands on the ground.
A cloud of colorful mist fell on the top of Joey's head, and immediately, a comfortable feeling spread throughout his body.
The mist wrapped around Joey's body. After spinning in a circle, it seemed that he couldn't find a breakthrough. He swayed away, looking for the next target.
"Compared to the ravings of the Endless Sea, you are still far behind." Looking at the fog gradually drifting away, he sneered.
With black eyes, he looked up and saw that the color of the fog became a bit richer. According to Helena's description, when the colorful colors of the fog reached a certain point, he would start harvesting.
"Dad, tell me, what is the meaning of living?"
Once, his dream was very small, as small as three meals a day.
At that time, Joey thought that as long as he lived a stable life with his father, everything would be better.
Standing in the sun, facing the sea and sky, in the sunless Senegal, he once wanted to seek death.
The disgusting mutated food, the dark job, and the constant vigilance for fear of being caught and used as a blood bank one day.
It was Tony Creevey who pulled him out of that abyss.
To this day, those words Tony said before his death seem to still be in my ears. 'Don't be blinded by hatred, don't take revenge'
He is not a saint and cannot be that kind of selfless.
Joey believes that he is a villain, so he will find Wayne at all costs, even if it is Katrin Winter, he does not want to let go.
Looking at the fog hanging above my head, it seemed as if everything was blocked.
Confusion, pain, entanglement, and chaotic emotions filled my mind in an instant.
He thought of Tony Creevey who didn't even have a grave, and of Captain Wade Wesker who went on a rampage in the Earl's Mansion. All kinds of people passed through his mind.
In the land abandoned by the gods, dead bodies can only be cremated, otherwise the mutated soil will turn the dead into monsters.
So what if I kill Wayne? Dad can't survive.
Continue to live in a place filled with dark tones, waiting for one day, blood disease, and then everything will be burned away by fire.
What is the meaning of such a life?
He has tried his best to adapt himself to this world, as if fate likes to play tricks on people.
But when he was about to stabilize his life, Tony died.
Just when he was about to play the role of a peace officer, the royal family couped and the country was divided into two.
After finally finding a backer, he later got involved in the Necronomicon sect.
Looking at the Sheriff's Department close at hand, Joey took a deep breath.
Not long ago, he walked in here with a look of anticipation and awe.
But in an instant, the place was empty. He tore off the seal, then stepped forward and pushed open the door.
On the wall, a picture of Captain Wade Wesker was hung. He was wearing a special uniform made by the Sheriff and had a serious face. At that time, he did not have a full beard.
There is a sentence written under the photo:
"Even if we are in darkness, we must turn to the light."
A gust of wind came in through the window, blowing up dust all over the ground.
Although this place had only been closed for a few days, it seemed like it had been dusty for a long time. The quiet and empty atmosphere made Joey feel heavy.
Due to the disappearance of Vader Wesker, the Sheriff's Department was completely sealed off.
After walking some distance deeper, there was an iron door. Joey gently pushed it open and suddenly looked stunned.
This room is a weapons warehouse, which contains specially-made firearms and bullets. The strange thing is that the weapons have not been collected by the above.
Joey's eyes stagnated for a moment.
"Is the situation serious enough?" As he spoke, he began to stuff ammunition into his arms.
Ammunition distribution from the Sheriff’s Department requires application from the church every week, so there is no large inventory.
Emperor Engel has always attached great importance to the control of resources.
It was also because of this that an insurmountable gap was created between the common people and the nobles.
The strong are stronger and the weak are weaker and can only be exploited and oppressed continuously.
"Perhaps such a country should not exist in the first place, but will fall with the sun."
In my previous life, as a good citizen of the new century, I could only see the feudal society of the slave aristocracy of the old era from movies and TV dramas. It is difficult to empathize with me in peace.
Just like now, he couldn't understand why Senegal formed such a deformed social system.
If the nobles do not monopolize resources, will there be more new populations, increase the strength of the ethnic group, and then jointly develop new territories instead of shrinking into a corner.
"Perhaps the new regime can bring a different Senegal"
Joey grabbed a few boxes of bullets and headed to the basement, where the paranormal items were stored.
Although I guessed that there would be no harvest, I was still a little disappointed when I saw the empty shelves.
In the deep darkness, that door stood quietly, as if it was the fulcrum of the world, supporting the boundary between nothingness and reality. It is both a material entity and an immaterial existence. The unique magic power overflows from this door, causing the space around it to be slightly distorted.
The eyes on the door opened suddenly after Joey appeared.
The material of the door is strange, a mixture of steel and bronze, and seems to be mixed with some unknown elements. They blend with each other to form an indescribable beauty.
The surface is carved with complex totems, and every detail is full of historical vicissitudes and ancient power.
The smell is frightening. It has a deep silence and distant atmosphere, like the ruins of an ancient civilization, and like the roar of a sealed object. It is low and powerful, reverberating like an ancient bell, causing ripples in time.
The breath coming out of the door carries the powerful power of the sealed object, but it is restricted within the frame of the door, making this power restrained and suppressed.
When you get close to this door, you will feel a deep coolness, like the cold wind on a winter night or the shadow of a dark night.
This coolness seems to penetrate your clothes, freeze your skin, and make your heartbeat slow and heavy. However, it was not a feeling of fear or withdrawal, but of deep awe and respect.
This is a replica of 0-09. It is both a key that opens the door to the unknown world and a barrier that protects the world from unknown forces.
The place where the door knocker should have been was replaced by two eyeballs.
He was looking at Joey with his big eyes. Although he didn't speak, he could clearly feel the joy mixed with it.
Joey knew that although this was just an imitation, due to the special nature of 0-09, this door had a trace of his divinity.
The door opened, and it was pitch black inside, like an endless abyss.
Soon, a line of words appeared in the open door.
It's like there is an invisible hand writing in thin air.
"Nice to see you again"
"You seem to know me?" Joey looked at this line of writing and asked in surprise.
He is testing whether 0-09 has commonality.
"We just met yesterday, right?"
Sure enough, the authority of the Ten Thousand Gates gives Him a commonality, just like having countless clones.
Joey thought for a while and asked directly:
"What are you going to do in Senegal?"
0-09 was silent for a while, and then a line of words reappeared:
"It's not that I have to do anything, I can't do anything."
Joey suddenly felt that he had indeed gone astray.
In the final analysis, a sealed object is just a tool, and its purpose depends on the user.
He glanced up, considered his words, and then asked:
"Maybe, I should ask, what are your abilities?"
Traveler in the starry sky?
Or the guardian of life and death?
. . . .
As the door of 0-09 closed again, Joey walked out of the underground storage room.
He didn't get the exact answer, but one thing Joey was sure of was that someone had found the true form of 0-09 and was trying to use it to achieve some purpose.
Sealed objects follow their own laws of conservation, just like 0-013, who answers all questions.
The conservation law of 0-09 is that it requires nourishment from the blood of living people, which is also a prerequisite for his ability to activate.
Joey was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a breath.
There is a saying:
"there's always a solution to any problem"
It was approaching noon and Joey was preparing lunch.
No matter how violent the situation was outside, it seemed like it had nothing to do with him.
Again, no matter who is in power, they will not attack civilians.
The only thing that can be done now is to ensure the safety of his own life before the coup subsides.
Milk, bread, and a bowl of dry mixed noodles.
Looking at these things, I can't help but think of Naomi again.
Perhaps, the Naomi constructed by Maimaiti is the real her, who dares to love, hate, and is as passionate as fire.
That paranoid and crazy Naomi is just a poor person who was fooled.
'Star Color' is like a manipulator who likes to play with human nature.
He changes the surroundings at will, making everything the shape He wants.
As for the life and death of the person being manipulated, He doesn't care at all.
He raised his head and looked out the window. The thick fog was a little brighter in color.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door:
"Creevey, are you there?"
"Huh?" Joey stood up, his face full of surprise. At this time, someone would come to look for him?
Opening the door, there was an even taller-looking sergeant standing outside. The armor on his body showed his identity as a guardian knight from the Ge Lao Regiment.
Unlike the Knights, they do not interfere in the security of the imperial city. The only people they serve are the Ge Laohui.
"Come with me"
The guardian knight had a resolute face under his helmet, without any expression, and his voice was low, like thunder.
Joey's heart suddenly tightened.
People from the Ge Lao Group, what do the Guardian Knights want from me?
. . .
Although it was not his first time in the forbidden area of the Imperial City, Joey had to pretend to be a newcomer on the surface.
There is no way, the memory of the last time I came here to meet that big shot should be erased by convention.
According to various speculations, the old guy I saw last time was the leader of the Ge Laohui, the demigod Ramsay. He is the demigod of the giant path and has unparalleled power in Senagaal.
The guardian knight took Joey to a high tower and said coldly: "Go in."
With a devastated heart, he pushed open the door.
What comes into view are countless transparent crystal balls, like large and small eyeballs.
Against the background of the gas lamp is a slender old man with a stooped back, exuding an aura of decay and decay.
The eyes are full of the light of wisdom. They are the eyes of an old man who has experienced battles, experienced wind and rain, and seen all kinds of ups and downs of the world.
The white hair on his head contrasted sharply with his black robe.
The black robe is embroidered with complex silver runes. There is an ancient badge on the collar of the robe, with his beliefs and totems engraved on the badge.
The wrinkled skin is full of historical vicissitudes.
He walked towards Joey step by step. Although his steps were slow, he had a strong aura that made it impossible for people to look directly at his presence.
He always appears as a wise man, calm and rational, making it impossible for people to see his true emotions.
Although his voice was low, it was full of majesty and power.
"Joy Creevey, do you remember me?"
