The whole town is shrouded in a soft twilight, and the sunset is warm and honey-colored, as if it is about to soften the town into a sweet honey puff.

Kiriha stood in front of the fire hydrant and casually glanced in a certain direction.

INTERVIEWER What exactly was I expecting?

Kiritha laughed self-deprecatingly.

Since the last incident, Lu Ling has not contacted him again. Whenever Kiriba thinks of the word "unneeded", she always feels uncomfortable in her heart.

"Here's a lighter. ”

"5 pieces. ”

"Hmm. ”

He took the plastic lighter from his boss, put it in his pocket, and walked briskly back to his rental room.

He had a habit of going home to tidy up his room, and after a while, he picked up a heavy garbage bag, revealing some red, green, and green things, and it was not difficult to see that they were used up lighters. He hurried downstairs and threw the garbage bag into the communal trash can.

After taking out the trash, he returned home and sat down in the living room and reached for the lighter in his pocket. The flames flared up, and he reached out and carefully approached the flame about ten centimeters long (the lighter's flame was turned to the maximum). Feeling the temperature of the flames, Kiriha's face showed a little comfort, and it looked like an act of self-harm was more like a pleasure for him.

After returning from Northbridge, things turned out like this. To be honest, he didn't know where the idea of "roasting his hands with fire" came about, but maybe he saw a lighter placed there when he passed by the shop, and suddenly he had the idea of roasting his hands with fire.

Probably he himself thought it was strange, and his active thinking made him always think about things that were completely irrelevant to him, such as what would happen if the sanitation workers saw so many lighters.

That's why he's a little hasty when he takes out the trash.

Straight to the point.

- Why can't the flame burn your own body?

This is the second most thought question in the past few days.

He extinguished the flames, filled the bathtub with water, and lay comfortably in the hot water. He spread his palms slightly, and the air in his palms began to writhe, and then the crimson flames burned slightly.

The red lotus-colored flames, the culprit of the lie he had to concoct, were beating rhythmically in his palms at this time. He remembered that Lu Ling had said that the flame used by that "demon" was also red lotus-colored, so what was himself who also possessed a red lotus-colored flame?

A month ago, I woke up from the ward on the third day after the Northbridge incident, and I was admitted to the hospital on the morning of the Northbridge incident (because the incident itself occurred in the early morning of the same day, and he was found in a corner in the morning and then admitted to the hospital - a nurse's statement).

So, does the Northbridge incident have something to do with you?

It would have been impossible for Kiripa to have such an idea before he knew that he could manipulate the red lotus-colored flames, but now, he gradually felt that there might be some unknown connection between the North Bridge incident and him.

In short, I need to know more information.

His head hurt a little from too much thinking, and he extinguished the fire in his hand, closed his eyes and rested for a while before crawling out of the bathtub. The water on his body fell on the non-slip tiles outside the bathtub, forming puddles of water stains.

- Perhaps, if we continue to investigate the Northbridge incident, there will be some new clues.

He got dressed and walked to the window, the cold air clearing his sleepy mind a little.

So the new question arises: since we want to investigate the Northbridge incident, what should we do, and how can we get close to the so-called truth?

There are usually four direct steps between human beings and problem solving, encountering the problem, analyzing the problem, proposing a solution, and solving the problem. Now that the problem is clear and the analysis is in place, the solution is formulated.

He couldn't help but think of Lu Ling.

Kiriba didn't know what the girl thought, but felt that if she followed Lu Ling to investigate, it was very likely that she would get more information she wanted. However, to achieve such a goal, the first thing to do should be to make Lu Ling feel that she is a useful person, not a burden that is "not needed".

Moreover, although Lu Ling repeatedly emphasized that he was not Tong Ye's savior, he always felt that the person who took him out of the path when he felt the most frightened was a girl, although this may be just a trivial matter for Lu Ling, but it still made Tong Ye grateful. What's more, when he was in Beiqiao, didn't Lu Ling really save him once?

Kiripa also wants to repay the girl.

He thought of the reason why Lu Ling asked him to assist in the investigation - if he told her that he remembered "another person" who existed at the time - of course, it was obviously a lie.

If a lie can lead to a good outcome, should it be acknowledged?

There is obviously no answer to this question, right?

In the end, at the end of the repeated struggles in his heart, Tong Ye still did not choose this way of deceiving Lu Ling.

Feeling a little discouraged, he put on his coat and ran out.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and there were far fewer people on the streets of the town. There are police officers standing on the road, perhaps because there are so many missing people recently, and there are many more police officers standing guard today. At this time, one of them saw Kiriba and walked along the sidewalk from the middle of the road.

"Young man, it's not too early, go back early. ”

"Okay, I will. ”

"The criminal gangs are rampant during this time, you pay attention to safety. ”

"Thanks for the reminder. ”

He said goodbye to the policeman, his heart was still very confused, so he kept his head down and walked forward, and when he reacted, he realized that he had unconsciously walked to the entrance of the path.

After that day, the trail was blocked for two or three days, by which time it had long since reopened. Out of fear of what would happen on this road, Kiripa didn't continue to choose the path when he got home from work, but took a detour home from the main road, and after thinking about it, he hadn't taken this road for five or six days.

Thinking of the monster's appearance, he subconsciously wanted to move his steps away, but soon thought that he might encounter such a thing in his future investigation. He thought so, and although he was afraid, he simply walked in with his numb scalp.

The corpses on the trail have been cleaned up, even the cordon has been removed, the blood sacrifice on the road has been covered with paint, and on the other hand, the lighting on the road has also been repaired, especially the section of the road where the night light strike was carried out before, and now it is completely lit without flashlights.

"It seems that it was not without benefit that it happened. ”

Kiriba thought so, bypassing the first bend of the path. He saw the plane tree behind the demon (because he came in from that side when he went home, so the first bend now happened to be where he had met the demon before), and the plane tree still had deep claw marks, which was probably one of the few evidences of the existence of the demon on this path.

There was once a monster eating human bodies.

This thought came to him as a little unreal, and when he thinks about it, he still thinks that it is a bit like a science fiction movie. But he quickly recalled the fear of imminent death, and goosebumps arose all over his body along with the cold wind.

As he walked on, he found that the rusty benches on the road had been repainted, and although they still creaked when he sat on them, they were much better than the miserable appearance of a leper molting his skin.

He rested in his chair for a while, his chaotic thoughts had calmed down, and it was not too early, and he decided to go back.

This is in the middle of the road, a notch in the middle of the M-shaped road, and the view is wide, and the field on the opposite side is illuminated by the lights, and even the abandoned objects that have fallen there can be seen clearly.

- What's that?

Kiriba felt that he had seen it wrong, because it was impossible to see a human figure in such a field at this time. He quickly understood that this was not a figure, but something similar to a figure, and the next moment, a sense of unease arose in his heart again.

The thing was already standing by the fence of the road, and over the fence, it was gradually closing in on him.

It's another demon.

The demon was very tall, with strong muscles all over his body, a pair of thick black horns on his head, and his nose was just two flat vents, and his fangs were leaking, so he couldn't close his mouth, and clumps of hot air spit out from his cracked mouth.

Kiritha really didn't think he would be able to escape for the third time.

The last escape was just luck, in fact, all Kiriha could do at the moment was a bright spark burning in the palm of his hand, and if he wanted to be like last time, he knew that he might not have such good luck.

The monster takes a leisurely stride because it knows that its prey is unlikely to escape, and as a predator, playing with its prey and seeing them look terrified is one of their greatest pleasures.

With his back against the cold and hard rock wall, Kiriha knew that he was very bad at this time.

He thought, although the chance was slim, he simply fought.

He was about to summon flames, but at this moment, the demon suddenly rushed over, a pair of sharp horns aimed at his body. He hurriedly jumped to the side, but heard a loud bang behind him, and the pair of sharp horns were plunged directly into the cold mountain.

Kiriba was sure that if this pair of horns were inserted in his body, he would suddenly become a dead corpse hanging on it. Taking advantage of the pair of horns getting stuck, he hurriedly ran out. But when he turned the corner, he saw a shadow on the ground that was gradually enlarged.

"Whew-"

He was thrown to the ground from behind by the leaping demon, his limbs held down by the powerful claws, and he could barely move.

The monster's mouth rose up, and saliva fell on him.

- Perhaps, this time it's really over.

He couldn't help but close his eyes in despair as he thought of his next miserable fate.