Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 666

Hell, Inferno, Underworld, Necronomicon, Talos...

They are like a sword of Damocles always hanging over the heads of devout religious people, always reminding them to abide by the rules, always reminding them to abide by their inner morals, always reminding them not to bully the weak, always reminding them to obey Law-abiding.

But the sense of morality and order built on fear eventually dissipates.

As the years go by, as the people who have seen this strange space pass away one by one... The truth has become a legend, the legend has become a myth, and myth has gradually become A variety of handed down writings and works of art.

Dante Alighieri, Mazzolini, Goethe, Plato, Michel Morgna, countless famous human writers, painters and artists in their works, with almost magical brushstrokes and grammar, towards The world is showing this strange and terrifying space.

Under their brushes or on canvas, this strange space or "a sea of blood is flowing, hot and boiling, the souls of sinners are soaked in the sea of blood, and every corner of this space can hear them being swept by the sea of blood. A tragic howl of steam."

Or "There are flaming towers everywhere, the city is an endless cemetery, and open coffins spew fire. Heretics and Epicurean believers, those who do not worship God and do not obey the teachings of God are locked in the burning blaze. Tormented in a sarcophagus."

Or "sinners are pierced by hot iron sticks one by one, standing on rocky cliffs to receive the scorching sun, the fierce cold wind, and the gnawing and pecking of giant eagles."

Descriptions like these flood the minds of the world through the work of writers, painters, and artists.

Gradually, **** became synonymous with fear again.

Myths turned back to unequivocal truths, and religion became a means of tax evasion and enrichment.

High-ranking missionaries paint the horrors of **** as best they can, terrorize their followers, control their spirits, empty their wallets, make them obey the rules, make them selfless, and themselves—

Then they were lewd and profligate, and finally, when their bodies died and their rituals passed through the unknown darkness and came to the "hell" they once preached, they found that—

There's nothing here, just-

Just an endless barrenness.

When sinners come to hell, they find that they have fallen on an endless wasteland, which cannot be discerned and described in accurate colors by human vision and perception.

No ruins, no mountains and plains, no rolling terrain, no grasslands, no forests, no hellhounds guarding the gates, no devils with scissors, no seas of scalding blood and flaming towers—

Nothing at all.

The land they stepped on, the space they were in seemed to be an eternal and endless waste.

"Is this... hell?"

Chizuo Matsumoto just took a nap in his cell, and when he woke up, he was there.

This barren world.

Chizuo Matsumoto, self-named Shoko Asahara, was born on March 2, 1955 in a poor family in Yatsushiro City, Kumamoto Prefecture, Japan.

He was congenitally partially blind, from the age of six until the age of twenty, and spent all his time at the Kumamoto Prefecture School for the Blind.

Later, with his excellent eloquence and shameless spirit, he founded Aum Shinrikyo, and on March 20, 1995, he planned the notorious Tokyo subway sarin gas incident, which caused a total of thirteen deaths. And more than 5,510 people were injured.

After the Tokyo subway gas incident, the police immediately blocked the headquarters of Aum Shinrikyo at the foot of Mount Fuji and took action against Aum Shinrikyo. On March 22, 2,500 police officers and the chemical defense unit of the Self-Defense Force surrounded the Aum Shinrikyo facility in Shangjiu-Ise Village, opened three large warehouses with acetylene guns, and found various chemicals and instruments, just like a chemical building. In the factory, there are three kinds of raw materials for making sarin: aqueous hydrogen peroxide, acetic anhydride, and sulfuric acid. There are also four metal sealed barrels much larger than gas tanks, which contain solvents and other chemicals that can dilute sarin. The Japanese National Police Agency ordered a nationwide search for Shoko Asahara, the leader of the Aum Shinrikyo sect.

All Aum Shinrikyo headquarters and branches in Japan are secretly monitored. Except for the backbone of the Aum religion who had been detained in various names earlier, the core figures of the "Aum Empire", including the "Emperor" Asahara and the "ministers" of various ministries, are all under the strict surveillance of the police. At the headquarters of the "Aum Empire", although a former Soviet military helicopter was parked, Asahara could not escape. The chief leader of this cult could only hide in the Shangjiu Yise Village camp, waiting for the police to break through and arrest him. After the police discovered Asahara's whereabouts, on May 16 they dispatched several hundred policemen wearing steel helmets and heavily armed to go to Shangjiu-Ishiki Village to arrest Asahara. The police opened the door of the Aum Shinrikyo headquarters with welding torches and conducted a comprehensive search. When the investigators dismantled the thick slab of the secret room only one foot high between the second and third floors of the Sixth Aum Shinrikyo, they found that Asahara was hiding in the secret room. The "Holy Emperor" of Aum Shinrikyo, who has "boundless mana" and "floating magic", is obediently captured at this time. The Japanese Metropolitan Police arrested Shoko Asahara, the leader of the Aum Shinrikyo sect, on charges of murder and attempted murder. At the same time, it also attacked more than 130 strongholds of the sect across the country and captured more than 40 leaders and followers.

There should be no suspense in this matter, even the relatively evil Japanese government cannot tolerate the existence of such a cult organization that has caused large-scale terrorist incidents.

The Japanese police immediately took the captured members of Aum Shinrikyo into custody and waited for the prosecution to sort out the materials and prepare for an appeal.

But soon, a strange thing happened—

In July 1996, fifty-seven key members of Aum Shinrikyo, including Shoko Asahara, who were detained in Tokyo Prison, disappeared at the same time, as if the world had evaporated, disappearing from their cells.

There was no sign of damage to the cell site, and the prison surveillance did not capture Asahara's entry and exit. It was as if he just walked around the corner of the cell surveillance and disappeared.

The disappearance of Shoko Asahara and his cultist henchmen from their cells became one of the greatest unsolved mysteries in twentieth-century Japan.

The reasons for its disappearance are different. Some say it is a conspiracy theory. Aum Shinrikyo is just a puppet pushed to the stage by high-level government officials, and the sarin gas it releases is only to help an American mythology laboratory better complete human experiments. It is said that Shoko Asahara is the real son of God. The purpose of his coming to the world is to capture the evil spirits that ran out of hell. The thirteen victims who died in the sarin gas incident in the Tokyo subway were the evil spirits that ran out of hell. .

"No sea of blood, no tower of fire..."

"Compared to the mistakes I made... this kind of **** is not bad..." Asahara thought leisurely.

"At least I can walk around leisurely...well...it's just too desolate...if I can meet someone again, just talk... ." Shoko Asahara said, "No... Maybe this is heaven... No, no, no... With the ability to ask... I can Make this a paradise!"

"Still...still no one..." Asahara Shoko's face was exhausted.

"I'm gone...forget it, I've forgotten how long I've been gone...I feel like I've lost consciousness in my legs..."

"No one...no one...or no one...is this my punishment..."

"So thirsty...so tired..."

"My...my...my hearing? I can't seem to hear anything..."

"Can't see... can't see... why? Why can't I see?"

"I...who am I? I...where am I? I...I can't feel my legs, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com can't feel mine Handwriting, I can't feel my eyes, I can't feel my mouth...I...I'm disappearing!"

"Save...Life...Save...I...I...I don't want to...don't want to... .don't want to disappear..."

"belch......"

Tiera, who was playing chess with Dumbledore, burped softly.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"I've eaten something bad," Tiera said indifferently.

"Eating bad food?" Dumbledore put down the wizard chess in disbelief. "You still eat bad food?"

Tiera took a sip of her black tea and smiled without saying a word.

Chapter end

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