【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第三章(32)

“I,” said Wilbur, “hear voices.” He tapped his temple. “Right here. Voices that aren’t mine, or anyone else’s, as far as I know. We’re still trying to figure it out.”
“We?” Tommy breathed.
“Techno and I.”
“Ah. Of course.” Tommy leaned slightly forward, confusion and fear warring in his gut. “What do these voices say?”
“Sometimes, they’re cryptic. Vague. Talking about fate and strings. Sometimes, they just taunt me. And sometimes, it’s worse.” Wilbur took a shuddering breath. “So much worse.”