Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Friends

Bill Miller knocked on Darcy's door again. Enough is enough!Perry is home.That's right!He had logged into the instant messaging system half an hour ago, but as soon as Bill sent him a message, he immediately went offline.Bill immediately jumped into the car.Now, he is standing in front of Perry's house. Perry could of course have logged in anywhere in the world, but his Ford is still in the garage with a foot of snow piled up in the back - it looks like it hasn't been driven for at least a few days. He knocked again.no respond. Is Perry sick?Did he throw a fit again and do something so bad that he couldn't face himself?The guy is always sensitive to the violent elements of his character, even if a loud argument is enough to make him feel guilty and bewildered.Be it sick or guilty, Bill had to figure out what was going on—his friend needed help.Well, that's it.

He knocked three times. "Perry, man, this is Bill." no respond. "Perry, everyone's worried about you. You don't have to respond to me, but if you're here, at least let me know you're okay." Still no response.He took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his leather jacket and wanted to write a note. Suddenly, he felt the hairs on his neck stand up, and a strange and strong feeling came over him: he was being watched!He looked up through the peephole, his hands stiff in his pockets. Click, he heard the chain on the door slide slowly to one side, and then, bang, he heard the deadbolt snap back into place.

The door opened slowly, and Perry's huge and thick body came into view.Bill gasped sharply, suspicious and dumbfounded.Perry looked like Bruce Willis' stunt double in Die Hard.The white sweatshirt was stained with blood, and the blood dripping from the left shoulder had dried into a sticky black patch in some places.He was standing on one foot, leaning against the door, the other leg dangling loosely, not touching the floor, looking like a testing hound.The dangling leg had another T-shirt wrapped around its calf, and Bill couldn't see the color of that T-shirt—it was a hard crimson now, as if it had been dropped in the mud and thrown out the back door Outside, clothes that have been exposed to the sun.Perry had a lump on his head the size of half a golf ball.Thick, scruffy bright red stubble shone red on his pale face.

No, not like Bruce Willis... more like Arnold Schwarzenegger.Ribs of Perry's muscles, especially around the neck, looked like thick steel cables wrapped tightly in veins and skin.Perry had never looked so chiseled, so tall -- so dangerous -- in all these years, since his sophomore year.Bill suddenly realized that with Perry every day, he had lost sight of the fact that Darcy was a giant. Despite his haggard appearance, Perry's eyes were still striking.Not because of bruises around the eyes, or injuries to the face, or severe insomnia, but—the eyes.That dazed look in his eyes is like Jack Nicholson's in the movie "The Shining" when he swung his ax and cut a path of blood.

Bill is the kind of guy who trusts his instincts.At this moment, his intuition was pulling hard, persuading him to leave.Get out of here!Face it bravely or run away?Two ideas began a fierce struggle.As a result, the latter won a big victory.But Perry is clearly in trouble—something is very, very wrong. The word "hysterical" flashed through Bill's mind, and Perry seemed to be insane. Both were silent for a long time. Bill said, "Perry, are you okay?" no doubt.Perry opened the door and saw Bill standing in the doorway wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket, his hair neatly trimmed and neatly trimmed, and Perry was quite sure that he was one of the soldiers.Bill's been spying on him, he might even be the guy who put the triangular egg on him - who could tell these crazy bastards from the government?When did they recruit Bill?After college?in college?How long did this backstabbing plot go on?Maybe that explains why Bill had volunteered to be his roommate before.This makes sense.It's very possible.

Bill must have come to check on the progress of the experiment.He must have been shocked that Perry wasn't at work.As soon as Perry logged in, they immediately sent Bill over to check.Otherwise, what else could explain his rapid appearance?Bill is a fucking police informant, waiting to betray Perry.This backstabber, this shameless traitor, will never get the chance to inform those bloody government bastards again. Not now.Not in the future.will never. "I'm fine," Perry said. "Come in." He backed a little into the apartment on one foot, making room for Bill.A strange smell wafted from the open door.Bill's gut yelled harder, begged him louder and louder to get away, baby, turn and run.

"Oh, I gotta get back to work, no doubt about it," Bill said, "I just came to see if you were okay, man. You don't look all right...are you sure you're all right?" Does Perry know how bad he looks?Was he on drugs, did the heroin make him go crazy, or was there something else?Bill couldn't help but look into his eyes, they were burning with the intense simmering emotion that Bill had seen so many times in the last 10 years—the look he had when he was about to punch someone, the expression he had when he was stealing the ball .That hunting look meant big trouble.

But in the past 10 years, that look has never been fixed on Bill -- until now. It's time to run away. Bill looked terrified.He obviously didn't expect Perry to figure out the plan, and no one expected dear brother Perry to be so smart and able to see the plan for what it really was.They underestimated him.Bill underestimated him.Now that he knew the seriousness of this fatal mistake, there was nothing he could do but run away. But "The Titan" Perry Darcy was one step ahead. Bill said as calmly as possible, "Perry, you're freaking me out, you look like you're going crazy." He took a slow step back, "I'm leaving now. You go back to the apartment and calm down. Come again."

"Wait!" Perry's voice was full of pleading and need, although his tone was as calm and slow as Bill's, "You must help me...I..." Perry shook slightly, his standing legs bent, "I ...just...can't..." Perry passed out and fell onto the living room floor like a pile of rotting flesh and bones. Bill instinctively reached for him.Perry knew he would, and people would instinctively help, especially "government people."Because serving citizens is the calling of government, right?But for Bill, it was too late, too late to react, too—late.Bill realized it was a ruse, and he tried to back away, before he even saw the knife, but he was too close.He wanted to back away, to—

—run, but Perry couldn't let him go.Once Perry fell to the ground, the rush of adrenaline quelled any pain in his battered body.He flipped his left shoulder over, held a half-foot-long steak knife tightly in his right hand, swung it forward relentlessly, pierced Bill's inner left thigh, penetrated the jeans soundlessly, cut the skin, and sliced ​​into the quadriceps.Finally, with a bang, it stopped at the femur, and the tip of the knife got embedded in the bone and fell off.Perry saw Bill's eyes widen— — with shock, fear and pain.Bill looked down at the knife, at the knife deep in his thigh.There was no blood, at which point Perry jerked his knife out to strike again.A crimson trickle gushes out, splashes the yellowish walls, and falls to the floor.

Perry dropped to his knees, head slightly forward, eyes flickering, a smile distorted by rage and predatory desire, and thrust the knife in with the force of a heavy uppercut. Bill tried to dodge, but his injured leg couldn't support his weight, and he fell backward feebly.The knife whizzed through the air, and the jagged point nearly brushed his face.Bill fell heavily to the ground, blood bubbling from his legs. Perry leaned forward suddenly, growling angrily, spittle splashing from his lips full of sneering.He was like a monster, like a 6-foot-5 guy who came out of hell.He raised his hand high above his head and stabbed the knife hard.Bill instinctively raised his hand to block the stabbing blade.Following Perry's strength, the jagged and notched tip of the knife pierced the welcoming palm.The jagged metal punctured cartilage, tore tendons, and pierced metacarpal bones until the wooden handle of the knife slammed into the palm of the hand and a bloody five-inch blade protruded from the back of Bill's hand. When the warm blood splashed on his face, Bill instinctively closed his eyes.He'd never seen Perry's left hand clenched into a fist like this.It punched Bill on the nose, followed by a dull crackling sound.The nose bloomed again, and the face and hair were all splashed with drops of blood. The traitor's body softened. Perry hopped on tiptoe, grabbed his wrist, and quickly dragged him into the apartment.Bill weighs about as little as $50.Even if one of Perry's legs was dead, it would be effortless to hold him up.Perry closed and locked the door. "He's not dead kill him kill him kill him" "We're not going to kill him until we have an answer," Perry said, his breath coming short with excitement and effort.Crimson blood flowed from the wound on Bill's thigh, soaked onto his jeans, and quickly spread a deep purple. "Kill him kill him kill him" "Shut up! I won't kill him. I have the final say." Bill must know the inside story, and this bastard must speak clearly before he dies. He was completely stunned by the total loss of control that resulted from the outburst of anger.Bill is the enemy.Perry wanted to kill the enemy.Bill, one of the soldiers, was sent to experiment, then to observe indifferently, and then eliminate him.Yes, indeed, annihilation, Bill Boy, you will not succeed. Bill let out a groan.He rolled gently on the floor, slowly came to consciousness, and coughed up sticky blood clots.Perry snarled, jerked him up, and shoved him back into the living room.Bill fell heavily on the sofa. Perry's low, continuous, slow and threatening roar that had been suppressed for many years broke out at this moment: "Boy, do you still remember when I beat you? You'd better stay still, or you will suffer!" He took Bill's wounded hand.The hand was bleeding from the knife still lodged in the wound.Perry wrapped his hand around the handle of the knife and dragged upwards, the jagged point digging into the plaster.Bill's hands were pinned. "Not bad, informer? Not bad, spy? Give you a taste of two knives." Perry hopped into the kitchen and took another knife from the knife block.He didn't even look at the chicken scissors, just moved quickly as if his legs were intact.Then he hopped into the bedroom and grabbed a wrinkled, dirty sock off the floor. Bill struggled to regain consciousness, his head drooping and shaking from side to side.His legs, hands and nose were bleeding everywhere. "Please," he murmured in a low voice that sounded like small, painful gasps, "please... please stop." Perry grabbed the other hand. "Are you talking to me, boy? You can only talk when I'm talking to you. Remember that!" Perry shoved the sock into Bill's mouth, De Bill almost retched. With a muffled attack, Perry slammed Bill's other hand against the wall, palm out.He raised the knife, took a few steps back, and pierced Bill's palm with all his might. Howling in pain, Bill came to his senses at this very unfortunate moment.Dirty socks muffled his cries. The more he wanted to withdraw his hand, the deeper the knife cut into the injured hand.There was no strength left.He fell back on the couch with a thud, looking overwhelmed - bleeding hands stretched out on either side of his dangling head. "Neighbors," Perry hissed, and glanced hastily at the doors and windows.Hell, the neighbors might have heard it. He hopped to the door and peered through the peephole, and even with his distorted vision he could see the blood on the porch wall and floor.Someone will notice - time is running out.However, it was enough to get an answer from the informant pinned to the wall. "Kill him kill him kill him" Perry looked at Bill.His friend, Bill Miller.his friends? ! "God, what did I just do? What the hell happened to me?" "He is Colombo, he is one of the soldiers" "He can't be." "He's here, isn't he? Why is he here if he's not Colombo? Kill him—" Yes, that's right.Email, phone call, instant message after sending the form.Bill knew what was coming.He knows everything.How could this bastard be so cold, so heartless?He pretends to be a friend, but actually watches the triangle grow, fester, swell, and eat Perry from within.He's like that nasty wasp lurking.He's been watching all the time. But he can only monitor while working. What about other times?Perry's time at home, at the apartment, especially these days?How did they spy on him?Bug?hidden camera?Monitor his instant messages and emails?It might be hidden behind a lamp, it might be hidden in a TV.Probably in that damn TV! If they'd been watching him (and Perry was suddenly convinced they were watching him, they must be watching him), now they were watching him too. They were watching him tear the traitor Bill apart. They won't let that happen.They were coming to rescue Bill.Perry took Bill's head in both hands and stared into those clear eyes. "It's too late, boy," Perry said quietly. "Hear me? It's too fucking late for them to get you out." Bill screamed, but the sock muffled his voice. "You'd better play it safe," Perry said, still looking into Bill's frightened eyes.Those eyes revealed burning pain and real fear. "Stop yelling, bastard, or I'll make you yell even worse." Bill screamed louder, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. Perry snarled, grabbed Bill's injured nose, and shook it viciously back and forth.Bill's body trembled and writhed violently from the sudden pain.He was like a man in an electric chair, muscles so distorted that one of his knife-pierced hands fell off the wall. The knife was still stuck in the back of the hand.Perry grabbed Bill's bloody wrist and the handle of the knife simultaneously, and slammed the blade against the wall.The knife was slammed into the wall, and this time he felt the sudden and strong force of the knife tip into the wall. Don't even think about breaking free, this guy, no way, no way, don't even think about it! Bill fought back the pain, his mind scrambling with extreme fear.But somehow, an inner force kept him from screaming, from struggling.Although he still suffers from a seemingly never-ending torment.And the one who tormented him was the person he had regarded as his best friend a few minutes ago. Perry moved closer to Bill, so close that Bill could feel the heat of his breath.Perry's fingers were within half an inch of Bill's nose, and his thumb and forefinger were ready to strike at any moment, causing him another heart-piercing pain. "Like I said, boy, stop yelling, or I'll finish you right away." Through the uncontrollable tears, Bill looked at the man in front of him: the friend who was always with him, now the madman.He was leaning over on one foot; the T-shirt was covered in Bill's blood, soaking even the brown-black stain. The sock gagged in his mouth smelled sickly of dry cotton.It tasted just like what Bill imagined dirty old socks would smell like, cloudy, stuffy, musty, and suffocating.Warm blood still flowed from his nose, rushed to his face, and splashed onto his chest; flowed from his pierced hand, along his arm, and pooled in a pool of fluid, forming a small pool of blood, and the thick hot blood overflowed outward. What is going on in all this?He just came to see his best friend, and was nailed to the wall of a tenement house, staring at the monstrosity who was still nominally Perry Darcy: bloody, eerie, angry-eyed, low Roaring, hysterical, almost like a nightmare. "Okay," Perry whispered, "now I'm going to take the sock out of your mouth. I'm doing this to ask you a few questions. It's up to you whether you live or not—you dare to yell again, I'll About to pull that knife out of your hand and pierce your eyes and go into your head and churn it like you churned Jeff peanut butter. It hurts. It's going to hurt quite a bit. I think you already know , I don't care if you hurt or not, I don't care at all. Do you understand?" Bill nodded in agreement.Perry's voice became calm, cold, relaxed, but his eyes didn't change at all.Bill's chest was full of fear, his brain was occupied by fear, and he had no thought of running away.Perry calls the shots.Bill would do anything he said, just to stay alive. Oh my gosh, don't let me die here.Please don't do this to me, oh dear God, please don't do this to me! "Very good." Perry nodded slightly, "That's good, Bill. I'm sure you have been trained professionally enough and already know the consequences of this mission, so I won't show you the slightest pity. If you Your voice is louder than normal conversation, and you're not getting any good. You know the consequences, don't you, Bill?" Bill nodded again. Perry flopped down on the couch and put his knee on Bill's thigh.Bill saw him frown slightly, but the look disappeared immediately, and the gloomy eyes returned.Suddenly Perry looked away and seemed to be looking at the wall, perhaps at a point beyond it.Head slightly to the right. He looks like a dog picking up ultrasound. "Look, he's going to tell the truth," Perry said. "We don't have to kill him." Oh my gosh, oh my god, my lord, he's totally crazy.I don't want to die here.I don't want to die here. Perry yelled at his invisible companion: "Go to hell! It's my time, shut up and let me think this through." Bill has a nervous breakdown.It seemed doomed. Apparently the sound stopped.Perry's eyes came back, and they met Bill's wide, pale, wet eyes.Another wave of weakness came over Bill, slowly dragging him into the abyss of coma. This time he didn't resist at all. Perry knew he didn't have much time—either the soldiers were on their way, or Bill, the traitor, would be bleeding to death soon.The puddles of blood on the couch spread slowly, as if Bill had gurgled when he pissed. Bill's eyes glazed over again, and his head drooped forward. "Oh, come on, you little man!" Perry said, giving Bill a hard smack with his left hand.Bill's head fell back heavily, his temple bouncing against the wall. You don't know what pain is, brat.But I'm going to try to give you a taste of what I've been through. The terrified expression appeared on Bill's blood-stained face again.How could the soldiers use such a fragile guy?It must be a ruse—yes, a ruse.Bill tried to trick him into letting his guard down. "You can't fool me, for sure." He was smarter than these bastards.They don't know what will anger Darcy, because the Darcy family is not soft, there is no way, absolutely not. Perry reached up and pulled the sock out of Bill's mouth.Bill was panting, but made no sound other than panting. Perry licked his lips, which tasted of blood.He didn't know if the blood was his or Bill's.Eager for an answer, he leaned closer and asked an extremely important question. "Who the hell are you working for, and what are these triangles going to become?" Perry's face was almost pressed against Bill's, with deep dark circles under his eyes that made him look as if he hadn't slept in days, and the whites of his eyes were so red that they looked pale pink.Perry hadn't shaved in a week—the bright red stubble was growing like leeks.There are several open sores on the lips, which he appears to have bitten through not long ago. But that question - triangles? "Perry, what did you say?" Bill knew he had said something wrong, but he couldn't think of how to answer.Anger made Perry's fiery gaze all the more frightening. "Don't lie to me, Bill." Perry's slow tone was mixed with death threats, "you better put away your little tricks, I'm not so easy to be fooled. Now, I ask again, the triangle will What will become?" Bill gasped for breath.How could it be so crazy?What exactly did Perry want to hear? Bill fought back tears of frustration and pain.Pain spread through his body.It is so difficult to think! He struggled to piece together the words, trying to make sense of them. "I don't know what you're talking about, Perry, it's me! It's Bill, for God's sake! Why are you doing this to me?" A smile appeared on Perry's face, and he stretched out his hand to hold Bill hand nailing a knife to the wall.The white-hot atmosphere made Bill's body freeze. "Don't you think it's a little noisy in here?" "I'm sorry," Bill whispered quickly, earnestly, "I'm sorry, I won't do this again." "Of course you won't, Bill. Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to apologize. That's all the warning. Give you another chance, and you better say something. The last time I ask you, the triangle will change." into what?" Bill racked his brains for an answer, any answer that would save him even a little while longer.He had to figure it out quickly, but he couldn't think, couldn't concentrate.Perry was going to kill him. "I... I don't know, they didn't tell me." "Damn it," said Perry, still staring like a hungry animal. "Last chance, Bill, or I'll cut you to pieces." Bill thought hard, but still couldn't concentrate.Pain, disordered nerves, death a few steps away.It all confuses him.What did Perry just call him? "informer"?Tell me what?To whom?What madness and paranoia did Perry's bloodshot eyes see? Bill whispered angrily, "They didn't tell me!" Perry's eyes glistened with anger.Bill went on, "It's not my fault they didn't tell me! They just let me keep an eye on you and tell them how you're doing." This answer seems to resonate.Perry's expression changed, as if Bill had answered an important question correctly, but it was far from quelling his anger. Clinging to the last sliver of hope, Bill continued, "It's not in my job to know what they've become." Perry nodded, as if he accepted the fabricated lie. "Well, maybe you know, maybe you don't," he said, "so tell me who you work for." "I thought you knew," Bill said quickly.He held his breath for Perry's furious reaction. Bill felt dizzy.The room also seems to be flipping.He couldn't bear it anymore, "Perry, are you crazy! Are you schizophrenic... or are you hallucinating..." Bill shivered.The room seemed to have cooled down, icy cold.His eyes went dark, and he became dizzy again. The little bastard has passed out again.Perry slapped him three more times, three violent left hooks, each harder than the last.It felt so good to be slapped hard.How could he pass out without asking anything?All the damned guy needs is the training of the Darcy family.People have to be trained. Bill blinked, finally seeing clearly again.The slaps again and again made Perry's hands burn and hurt.The right side of Bill's face swelled up almost immediately. "Kill him kill him kill him" "Shut up!" Perry screamed at the top of his lungs.He's had enough of these bloody triangles, oh yes, he's had enough.After all, this is his home, and he is the master here.He knew that if he couldn't hold power, if he didn't have the final say, he would go crazy.He couldn't take it anymore, not for a moment, the screaming in his head. "Shut your little mouths or I swear once this informant is done I'm going to break up the 'Little Three' into a 'Two Boxing', whatever that means to me." Triangle received the signal from the "boxing duo" and seemed to let out a short scream, but immediately became obedient. He felt something change inside him, momentary and definite, like a switch in an electric chair being flipped suddenly.Power was handed over and returned to Perry -- he knew it, and so did the Triangle.He is no longer afraid of them. Bill's arms were heavy and limp, but he couldn't relax, couldn't pull them off, just let the blade sink deep in his palm.Only by keeping his hands still, he would not scream in pain. Perry blinked rapidly and shook his head violently, like a drowning dog shaking off water.Then he looked directly at Bill, and those bloodshot eyes suddenly filled with fear. "Bill, help me," Perry said, his tone back to normal. "Perry..." Bill searched for words, he had to do something, "Perry, you have to... call..." He wasn't sure how long it would take him to regain the strength to free himself from the endless torment of the sharp knife.Oddly enough, he thought getting a knife through his hand was worse than piercing his eye—how long would it take for the arm to work?He didn't have much time, not much time...it's hard to believe he's going to die like this... "Call...the police." The words flashed like lightning in Perry's brain. "We told you." Will they be proud too?They sound smug.Before he knew it, he had completely put aside his friendship with Bill Miller. It's fucking bad.He had to get the information, and he wanted it now. "When are they going to get me, Bill?" Bill said nothing.Perry grabbed his shirt and shook it furiously. "When are they going to get me?" For just a moment, Bill's eyes showed fear, and then they became numb again.His head drooped loosely.He didn't move at all. Perry kept hitting him until his palms were bleeding.But it didn't work - Bill couldn't wake up this time.Perry grabbed Bill's neck, not knowing how to check for a pulse.Perry touched his neck, found the jugular vein that was throbbing violently, and he tried the same spot on Bill's neck, but there was no response. "Kill him, you must kill him, do it now." "You've got your wish. He's dead." Bill's eyes remained open, staring blankly ahead.Perry stood on one leg, looking at the body. Bill is dead.Traitors deserve death—he was one of them. no doubt.