Generally speaking, powerful hallucinogens would be made into pills or liquids. The biggest problem with gas was that it was easy to volatilize in an open space, and the utilization rate was very low. However, there were some special hallucinogens that could stay in the air for a long time.
The gas ejected from the short man's wrist belonged to this kind of special thing. After ejecting the gas, it almost surrounded Saber's breath and shrouded his body. After ejecting the gas, the short man quickly lay on the floor, as if he was very afraid of these things, afraid to touch even a little bit.
After Saber realized that he had been tricked, he only did two things in less than a second. First, he kicked the short man's calf fiercely, then he swung the pistol in his hand and smashed the short man's head. Then, the darkness in front of him began to distort.
The short man's wail was distorted as well. It sounded like the cries of a ghost in the dark night, making one's scalp go numb. The dark corridor in front of him was extended infinitely and twisted. The window at the front of the corridor that was lit up by the dim light of the street lamp turned into jagged teeth in Seiber's eyes. The teeth of a giant beast!
It was like a big bulging mouth, pouncing on Saber. He couldn't help but take a step back, and his breathing became rapid. It wasn't that he was afraid, but the effect of the gas!
It should have the effect of causing the respiratory system to spasm, and poor breathing would also project a dangerous signal to the brain, causing a large amount of adrenaline to secrete. The severely enhanced senses would receive the wrong signal, distorting everything in the eyes. Combined with the imagination, it would form a double psychological and physical fear.
Saber was not afraid of ghosts, but he couldn't avoid physical stimulation, so everything he saw was distorted, and his breath became sweet. It was as if he was shrouded in a dark passage full of blood and death. It was more like he was in the stomach of a wild beast.
What he smelled was a moist and stimulating fishy smell in his mouth. The fishy smell made every cell in Saber's body active to face the upcoming danger.
"This is an illusion! Calm down! "
Saber told himself. He kept shaking his head, trying to get rid of the illusion. He held the wall with one hand, trying to balance his body, but when he turned to look at the wall, he saw painful faces. They were his father, Robin, Rachel, Catherine, and Gordon's faces. They were covered in blood. His hand was burned by fire, and he quickly retracted it.
But because of this, his body lost its balance. He staggered and struggled to stand on the spot. He didn't dare to move again. He forced himself to take deep breaths, but the smell of blood was getting thicker and thicker, almost to the point where his whole body was trembling.
The dark ground also began to move, like a black shadow, crawling up his legs. That horrifying scene seemed to be supported by a sense of reality.
He closed his eyes and tried to get rid of this omnipresent illusion. When he couldn't do it … it was as if there were hundreds of voices ringing in his ears. He couldn't understand those low murmurs at all, nor could he hear them clearly. However, those voices combined with everything that was rapidly distorting in front of him, completely messing up his heart.
Like a pool of muddy water, in the deepest part of the darkness, those shattered memories also took this opportunity to resurface.
His eyes were in a mess.
The short man's wail had subsided. He climbed to the window with difficulty and stood up with the help of the wall. His left leg seemed to have been broken by Saber's fierce stomp, but in fact, it wasn't that serious. His skin was pierced, and the smell of blood that Saber smelled came from that wound. His magnified senses captured it.
The short man wanted to escape, but to be able to be absorbed into the outer circle of the organization, he was destined to be a tough nut to crack. He took a deep breath and suppressed the pain. He turned to look at Saber, who was standing still with his head lowered and his body trembling. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes.
He reached behind him and pulled out a short knife. It was longer than a dagger and looked like a specially-made military knife. It was different from the cheap ones used by the gang members. There were some scattered words carved on it. One side of the knife was sharpened, and the other side had a similarly sharp sawtooth. A circle of red rope was wrapped around the black handle to prevent the sweaty palms from slipping. Even the blade itself was black.
He held the short knife, supported himself against the wall, and dragged his left leg that could no longer move normally. He walked towards Saber with a cold smile on his face.
This gas was a newly developed top-notch hallucinogen. Boss called it "Fear Gas". That's right, this thing not only stimulated fear, it was also poisonous. Excessive inhalation would lead to poisoning. Even if one could withstand the outbreak of fear for a period of time, they would still die miserably from the poisoning.
Of course, the little bit he just spat out wasn't enough to poison Saber, but it was enough for him to enjoy the deadly fear.
They had done experiments. Even the most vicious of villains, after inhaling a small amount of this gas, would be knocked down by the fear that surged from the deepest part of their heart. Some of the more mentally fragile people would even be scared to death.
In his eyes, Saber was just a weak young man. He couldn't withstand this kind of fear. All of his ability to fight back had been taken away. Under the influence of this kind of fear, he was dead meat!
The short man walked to Saber's side. He could even hear Saber's heavy breathing. This meant that this guy was now immersed in the volatile fear. However, he could still maintain a standing posture. Tsk tsk, he looked like a ruthless character.
"But so what?"
He licked his lips and raised his dagger. "Go to hell! Bastard! "
"Pfff!"
Blood splattered everywhere.
Saber felt that he had returned to that cold, pale and boring world. However, he didn't return in the form of a physical body. He was like a passerby sitting in a special movie theater. All of his past experiences were flashing in front of his eyes.
It was like watching a silent film without sound. It was the kind of black and white, cold and without a trace of warmth.
He saw himself in the beginning. His first memory probably started from a snowfall. He curled up his body, dirty and weak, hiding in a corner of the world. No one cared about him. He thought he would freeze to death because at that time, the memory was really very cold.
But he didn't … That person appeared in front of him. He couldn't remember his face clearly. He could only vaguely remember that he was wearing a military uniform. He was thin, but his eyes were serious and full of spirit. He had a kind of cold majesty. He stretched out his hand to him. Did he respond? Or did he run away?
No … He wasn't sure. The second scene jumped to a long time later. He had already grown up. He was in a special classroom full of children of the same age as him. However, their eyes didn't have the joy and innocence that children should have. What were they learning?
He forgot … Saber only remembered that they were wearing the same clothes and learning all kinds of things that children shouldn't learn. There were also strict tests. He would even look enviously at those children who failed the tests and were sent away. They all said that those children had obtained freedom.
What was freedom?
Saber's chaotic mind couldn't figure out this question. Then, the scene quickly jumped to a long time later. He was wearing an exquisite black suit and seemed to be attending a banquet. However, the environment around him was a terrible warehouse. A person was tied to a chair with a rope. There was a linen bag on his head. He was struggling, but he couldn't speak.
He was holding a gun in his hand. That was probably the first time he killed someone with a gun and took away a living soul. Saber didn't like that feeling at first. He still remembered that he didn't like the feeling of taking someone's life. He wasn't used to it. He didn't even know the name of the person in front of him, but that was his mission!
Yes, mission! A name written on an envelope. He didn't care what crime he had committed or whether he was a bad guy. He had to get rid of him. Saber even felt that his existence was no different from the gun in his hand. He could think, but he was required to think like a weapon. Completing the mission was always his first priority.
He watched himself walk in front of the person, raise his arm, and aim the gun at the person's head. Saber hoped that he could pause for a moment to think, but he didn't … Bang! The gunshot rang out and the person fell.
He turned and left. He didn't even look at the body on the ground. That was the first person he killed. Was it a man or a woman?
Seiber left the warehouse and walked into the darkness. He knew that a part of his soul and existence would remain there forever. What happened next was people falling one after another in front of him. Bullets, blades, poison, sneak attacks, assassinations, traps, and so on. Every time he experienced it, the memories that were messed up due to time travel gathered together.
His faint headache was also cured at this moment. All the threads were connected together and completely awakened Saber's soul and spirit. He was still him, but there was a trace of something heavier in his laughter.
He even remembered the last conversation he had with the person who was young and old. The two of them were roaring at each other like wild beasts.
"That's a mission! Enough! That's your job! Everyone has their own job. You can think of yourself as a cleaner or a gardener. Someone has to take on the work that shouldn't be known by others in the dark. You're removing the scum. You're doing a good deed! "
"How is that the same? That's a human life, not a mouse or a bug! The blood on my hands can't be washed clean! I'm afraid of myself! "
"Then get used to it! Get used to being a person who carries a heavy burden in the dark. Get used to being a person who holds up the light for others in the dark. No one knows your name, no one knows what you've done, but it's right. It's right. You're a hero! "
"I … I don't want to be a hero …"
The roar in the darkness was indifferent at this moment. He felt that everything around him was shrouded in endless darkness and swallowed up. It was a fear like the ocean. He used to be afraid too, not of death, but of himself.
How could a person who lived in the form of a weapon be afraid of his opponent? How could he be afraid of the fate of a weapon?
No! Impossible! Either be broken or be abandoned. Saber used to be afraid of the latter. Being forgotten was equivalent to death. He looked forward to the former!
How could a will forged by steel be defeated by mere fear?
"Pu!"
Pain. The pain of being stabbed by a sharp blade woke Seiber up from his thoughts. He raised his head and stared at the short man with bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent.
The blade didn't pierce his heart or his chest. Instead, it was held in his hand. The pain, the burning pain, and the blood flowed out from his palm. The heat flow appeared in his body again. This time, it was probably because he finally got used to everything and remembered the forgotten past. The heat flow this time was activated because he longed to wake up from the torture.
The first time! It was activated by him!
It was like the eyes of a beast in the night. It was like the first mournful cry of death!
"Cough cough … I have to thank you …"
Saber said in a low voice. The short man was scared stiff. He had never seen anyone who could escape from that kind of fear. Saber was the first.
He was the first person who defeated his own fear.
"You made me remember some things that I had forgotten. As a thank you …"
Saber suddenly stretched out his right hand and flicked the short man's arm. The short man's palm was numb. The short knife appeared in Saber's left hand that was bleeding. It jumped between his fingers a few times like a butterfly. Then, he held it firmly. It was like a black light that was deeper than the darkness. It slashed across the short man's neck.
"This death is for you."
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