SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 143 "Colin Torn Apart" _1

Gao Haiwen’s mind raced with numerous thoughts. After so many years in this place, he had some guesses about who his enemies were, and it also caused him a great headache—

because these individuals were extremely adept at hiding, making it very difficult to expose them ordinarily.

Here, everyone could be an enemy, or there might just be a few, or even none at all; the lines between truth and deception were so blurred they were indistinguishable...

"If only there were other special ’Ambassadors’ here," he sighed silently to himself.

However, just as he was troubled...

Lying behind, covered by black mist, Colin’s nose suddenly twitched slightly, and less than three seconds later.

The Warden, with only his left hand remaining, suddenly grabbed a fishing rod, yanked it upward, and a soldier was violently hoisted off the ground.

Gao Haiwen frowned, about to say something, when he suddenly noticed something—the neck of the soldier who was hoisted in the air had been snapped, his head separated from his body, connected only by sinew and skin, yet his legs were still kicking desperately in mid-air.

This...

Most normal people would be incapable of such actions.

It was at this moment that the "soldier" suspended in mid-air suddenly had his chest bulge outward, as if something within was trying to burst out.

Without much thought, Gao Haiwen raised his high-caliber handgun and fired three shots at that spot.

Bright red blood immediately stained his clothes...

The "soldier" stopped struggling.

The Warden released the fishing rod, letting go of the corpse, while the other still-normal soldiers, showing no expression and perhaps even a bit numb, lifted the body of their comrade and threw it out through a broken window previously shattered by a rocket-propelled grenade launcher.

After all, before long they would be reborn in "Passionate Paradise."

If lucky, they might overcome various obstacles using the information left behind, make it back to "Rain City," and once again meet and become teammates.

"How did you notice?" Gao Haiwen couldn’t help but turn and ask the "Bonfire Company" employee.

Reflecting on it, these people seemed to react faster than them during the previous attack.

"Secret."

The Warden shook his head, and Gao Haiwen, seeing this, didn’t press further, but just shook his head slightly and ordered the chains between the two vehicles to be cut, and to be cautious of the train ahead.

Although the Warden didn’t specify, the other colleagues did know—it must have been Brother Shunzi’s reminder...

Yet, though they knew, they couldn’t possibly disclose it.

After all, they couldn’t just betray Brother Shunzi.

The others glanced covertly at Colin from the corner of their eyes, very puzzled about his current condition.

To say he was completely unconscious didn’t seem quite right...

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to send them messages through internal channels.

But to say he was awake...

Lying there all along, they had no idea when he would wake up.

As for Colin, who was deeply perplexing them, at this very moment, he was fiercely combating the various thoughts in his own brain.

After that "crimson" gaze from an unknowable distance away, his mind was instantly filled with all sorts of bizarre thoughts.

"I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t stand it, I don’t want to stay in this body any longer, I’ve had enough of this torture, every time, every time it’s me who gets hurt, let me go, let me out!"

From the position of the right hand, countless murmurs of complaint came through: "Just now, our ring finger brother disappeared, it’s gone, got eaten, I protect you all every day, but what do I get in return?!"

"What are you complaining about?! I have it worse! I’m always the one with the largest wounds, no matter where it gets hurt, I have to suffer with it, my beautiful body, now tattered and full of scars, I don’t want to protect you guys anymore, you deal with the bacteria yourselves!"

Voices of discontent came from the skin layer of the body, equally dissatisfied with their experiences.

"I can’t take it anymore either! Every time it’s always the Small Intestine that gets the good food first, and only then do I get to eat whatever leftover soup and scraps, why should it be this way? I want to eat good food too. Ever since we used that broken prop, even the soup is gone..."

"I’ve been through so much lately, my poor little heart just can’t take it anymore, and I don’t want to work..."

"It’s me who’s been supporting the entire body. Without me, none of you could stand and fight, yet nobody comforts me. Instead, my bones get broken every day..."

"Bullshit, if it weren’t for me transporting oxygen and nutrients, which of you could even survive?"

"What bullshit? Without me, could you even fart? That’s my right!"

"I don’t care, I don’t want to stay here for another moment. The brain, that damn traitor—every action we take, I’m also important, providing vision. But it says, ’The nose is more reliable than the eyes’..."

"And what about it? I am more reliable than you!"

"Damn it, you really are—each and every one of you wants to become a spirit, is that it?!"—Colin felt like his body was losing control, with new consciousnesses emerging everywhere...

At first, it was only the main limbs—right hand, left hand, legs—that had consciousness, but after some time, under the influence of some lingering power, more consciousnesses began to appear.

Hair, skin, muscles everywhere, bones, large intestine, small intestine, liver, heart...

Each part inexplicably generated a new consciousness, constantly complaining about the oppression they were enduring, seeming to want to "run away from home."

This sense of self fragmented further until each of the fingers on the left and right hands started to "assert their independence."

Even the fingernails on the fingers began to argue with the fingers themselves.

Listening to their "dialogue," Colin felt he had never experienced anything as messed up in his life.

However, to prevent fragmentation, his main consciousness had to be constantly on edge, struggling to maintain the self, using the body’s instinct to override their signals to "run away from home."

As a result, up until now, he could only lie there motionless like a lump of mud.

If he didn’t stay on high alert, Colin really feared that a moment of relaxation would cause his body to fall apart and scatter in every direction.

They would be free by then, but what about him?

Colin wasn’t powerful enough to survive without his physical body.

Fortunately, as time passed, that power diminished, reducing Colin’s stress and allowing him to regain control of his "nose," thereby learning about the outside situation.

On this point, the "nose" did have some truth; after being altered by the Beast Transformation Syndrome, his nose did work a bit better than his eyes.

Seeing is not always believing, but smelling usually is.

After helping those people outside deal with a few traitors, Colin retracted his attention and, with the power of a single mind, suppressed all the rebellious organs in his body.

"I am the brain; I shall suppress all enemies in the world!"

A voice came from inside his head—

The Left Brain, also with its own consciousness, overstepped its bounds and uttered a grand declaration on behalf of Colin’s main consciousness.

"I shall, with the power of half a brain, reconquer the entire body!"

No sooner had it said this, than the heart acted up and blood flow suddenly slowed, bringing a wave of faintness...

"Bad news! Right Brain, help me out, the heart is thinking of going on strike, quick! Let’s force it to work together..."

"Fuck... this is just too much."

Colin’s main consciousness also swore, feeling that the consciousnesses in his nails, hair, and hair follicles were starting to quiet down.

Probably before long, these newly emerged consciousnesses would begin to disappear from bottom to top.

By then, he would be able to return to normal.

However, at this moment, the brain suddenly issued an alarm—

"Boss, boss, I’ve got this sudden, unpleasant premonition," said the Left Brain, speaking up first.

"Me too, me too..." the Right Brain followed closely.