Chapter 52 Chapter 52: The Truth

A voice teased him, making fun of his confused thoughts. "Where are they?" This is a triangular sound, almost unchanging, mechanical, but full of life. "Are you there? The other is missing." It's the sound of the triangle, but a little different.It's a little...feminine.It's not a woman's voice, but it reveals a woman's worry, a woman's sensibility. "Why don't they answer? Where are they?" His eyelids were clenched with sleepiness.This voice is important and needs to be considered carefully.Pain covered him like an omentum, and every inch of his skin throbbed with pain, like a symphony full of complaints.

"They didn't work out, they didn't work out, he was too strong." Perry blinked again, trying to regain consciousness.It was the triangles that were talking, but not his ones.Was it the ones the spores in him had mentioned so strangely? "We can talk to triangles without a phone." Perry rolled over, trying to shake off his drowsiness, but cried out.Damn, sat on my back to burn my ass.This pain is undoubtedly the most effective sober agent.He felt his triangles rise from sleep too.The feminine voice was gone. He couldn't see the window panes in the living room, but the bright room told him he hadn't been unconscious for long.If he survived, he would buy himself a new bed, one he couldn't afford in the past, one so comfortable he wouldn't want to get up again.All in all a bed that would be better than sleeping on a linoleum floor. The Four Horsemen were still asleep, but he felt their commotion.Unless...are they not the "Four Horsemen" anymore?Perry forced a smirk, which seemed to touch every inch of his body.He was quite sure that they were no longer the Four Horsemen, but only three.What should he call them?As if this was supposed to be a headache.

The "Little Trio" buzzed around the edge of unconsciousness for a few seconds, then they were up, well, wide awake, ready to go. "You son of a bitch, you'll pay for it. Son of a son of a bitch." No mistake at all, it was this voice: mechanical and dull, but with a little surly, a little arrogant.This is his triangle, this is the triangle that will drag him straight to hell. Perry didn't want to get up.Leaning to the left, he weighed himself on his uninjured hip, thinking maybe he could just spend the rest of his life on the floor like this.No more getting up and suffering more pain, no more wondering what amazing secrets the triangles will reveal next.

His ass still burned like he was still sitting on the stove.There was an extremely disgusting smell in the air.Is that what burning human flesh smells like?Great.But there was another smell in there, stronger, more... like the smell of death. "We're not the only ones. We have others, and you'll pay the price." "Hmph, beg me well." Perry wished they would go away and leave him alone.He wants to sleep, or just lie there and do nothing.As long as they shut up and don't bother him, he will lie down obediently and become a living incubator with superior performance without any resistance.

"We have company 100 yards away." He was almost suffocating. "Who? They're in the apartment too?" Like the last breath of heat from a grain of rice, the thought of giving up disappeared without a trace. "We won't tell you. Why did you kill us? We are the only ones who can save you now." "What the hell are you talking about? Save me? I know I'm half dead." "No, someone else wanted to kill you, not us. Not us, Perry. We would never hurt you." Triangle won't kill him?Nonsense.They'd empty him down to an empty shell; or occupy his mind, or make him hop around the streets like a goddamn rag doll.

"Someone is coming. Is it Colombo?" Perry heard nothing.Their hearing is better than his?Just how strong are they now? "Did you hear anyone outside the hall? A neighbor who's been here before?" "No. Lighter. It's Colombo. Kill Colombo." "Not Colombo!" Struggling in pain, Perry stumbled and stood up against the desk.Every movement brought him throbbing pain. "What the hell are the police afraid of?" "Because they're coming for us. If anyone comes for us, they'll kill us. Why don't you understand?" "Calm down, don't get too excited, don't scream in my head again, okay?" Perry breathed a sigh of relief, trying to calm down.If Triangle is able to spill emotions onto him, can he also react back on them?

"Why do you think they're coming to get you now?" "Don't you understand? If they kill you, they kill us too." It was as if a bullet had been shot right between the eyebrows. Perry's agonizing analysis came to an abrupt end: the truth came out.It had always been clear that he had only to ask. The so-called "rescue soldiers" were not here to save him. They were here to kill him. They're just there to stop the triangular spores from hatching.Although he was somewhat skeptical, it made perfect sense.If the "rescue soldiers" wanted to kill him, there was really no way out, no escape, no chance of survival.

He said in a whisper, "You mean...you mean they came to kill me?" "Yes, yes, idiot! I'm here to kill you!" He was pissed off, utterly pissed off.Triangle is going to kill him from within.The soldiers were going to shoot him to stop the triangles from turning into what they would eventually become.He didn't know who these soldiers were, where they were, and what they looked like.They could be anyone.anyone.He sent out invites online and fucking put himself at gunpoint. His father's voice sounded in his brain, and the memory that was once weak was now so clear and so important.You're going against the world, boy, and you gotta remember it.The world is cruel, and only the strong can survive.If you're not strong enough, people will drain you and kick you away.You have to show off and show them who is the boss.Why am I being so tough on you - because you're a jerk and you're always lucky and it pisses me off.Someday, boy, you'll thank me.One day, you will understand.

For the first time in his life, Perry understood. He had been trying for 10 years to escape the shadow of his father's cruelty, abusiveness, and rage, but now he knew he was wrong. "You're right, Dad," Perry whispered. "You've always been right." fuck them.He is a member of the Darcy family.Hell, he'd have to act a little Darcy. The knock on the door jolted him out of his contemplation, his eyes narrowed in alertness. Here they come. The father's voice came again: You're going to be at their mercy, son? "Never, Dad," Perry whispered, "never."