As the ritual of the upright progressed, the upright also revived the memories of the last ritual that were hidden in their hearts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

and the fear of being killed.

And now, another person has disappeared. The missing was the youngest child, who was only twelve years old. The Joker, it must be the Joker, they were so sure in their hearts, but not all the clear memories made it impossible for them to know who the Joker was, only to suspect each other among the five who were still alive.

The cold and wary atmosphere, everyone's eyes looked at each other with a little suspicion and scrutiny, and those bits and pieces of unhappiness in the past also resurfaced on the surface of memory, no matter who they were, they all looked too suspicious. Therefore, before they reached a conclusion, they all tensed their nerves, for fear that if they relaxed even a little, they would be in a different place.

Even the black tea has a rusty taste.

This atmosphere lasted for a week, and finally someone couldn't stand it anymore.

That's the least daring of them all, and he's often in charge of letting off the air in previous collaborations. Timid himself, he was worried about whether his life would die as well, and on the other hand, he was afraid of the atmosphere between the upright. His heart was full of trepidation, as if the clown had set his sights on him, and the sharp knife was on his neck, as if it had slashed his arteries and veins like that young child, and cut off muscle groups, and then the metal blade and hard bones wrestled with each other and made a creaking sound, and then poked the sharp tip into the gap between the spine, and creaked open.

It's like it's right in front of you!

As soon as he thought of this, he wanted to faint, he had never killed a chicken in Dalian since he was a child.

Even if they were hiding in this mansion, they didn't have a sense of security at all, and the eyes of those four people were as if they were about to jump up and stab themselves in the heart in the next second.

He was so calm that he almost cried. His trembling heart, after careful consideration, made a difficult decision.

Go to hell.

It's better to die than to live so horribly.

So he took a rope and went out quietly.

Across the forest, over the land, on a tree that looked like that, he tied a rope and hung his feet in the air.

The world is far away from him, at least he won't be beheaded with a boning knife.

Is it?

Gradually, his lungs began to thirst for air with difficulty and frantically, but his severed neck refused to interfere with outside interference, and he struggled in pain, his hands and feet swinging in the air with difficulty and weakness.

He was a little scared of the feeling of dying, but it was too late, and he couldn't help himself.

He fears life, but at the same time he fears death.

He was desperate.

(It is worth mentioning that the noose-style suicide will have a wave of ** when suffocating because of the pressure on the nerves, which is sexual.) ）

But the rope snapped at this moment, and he fell and slammed to the ground, and the sudden rush of air in his lungs was a sign that he was alive again.

His brain was buzzing with ischemia, and his eyes were hallucinating like a black beehive, and he gasped uncontrollably, and the blood flowed through his brain as if hot magma had poured into it, flowing through every ravine.

Alive, alive.

There was a little more joy in my heart, but it was immediately replaced by greater fear.

He was afraid of survival, but also of death.

What a dilemma.

At this moment, in the middle of the forest, came the beautiful clown.

"It's ugly."

She wore the clown mask and scoffed.

He swallowed and struggled to prop himself up from the grass, but was kicked and knocked to the ground by the clown.

"Uh-huh......"

He let out a weak moan, then looked timidly at the clown.

"Is that you......"

From behind the clown's mask came the faint laughter of a young girl.

"You're still so timid."

As she spoke, she pulled a doll from behind her.

The timid man looked at the doll in horror, the shrunken appearance of the missing young child.

The clown lowered his head, the silk thread in his hand connected to the small puppet, which moved its limbs awkwardly with the clown's movements.

A creepy feeling hit him.

Myself...... Will it be made like this......

Seem...... There's nothing bad about that?

The puppet didn't live or die, and it didn't feel anything, so there was no need to be afraid of those four people, and there was no need to commit suicide so hard.

At the thought of this, his eyes lit up.

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What is the basis of a person's existence?

Fujiwara Meihong gave the answer, and then questioned the answer.

Yakumo Murasaki has changed, and she is no longer the Yakumo Murasaki she used to be.

Hakurei Reimu doesn't think so.

"But she's the embodiment of purple in this world."

Fujiwara Meihong sneered.

"Incarnation? Doesn't that mean you also know that it's not Yakumo Murasaki. ”

Hakurei Reimu choked, and then Fujiwara Meihong continued.

"So, the world is false."

She stood up and pointed to her temple.

"Human existence is based on the memories of others, folks. At the very least, what kind of person you are, what kind of person you know, the truth about you is never known, people only know the side of you that they see, which is what you call the elements that make up humanity. But a considerable part of it comes from the subjectivity of others. ”

She pointed to Yakumo Murasaki.

"Monster sage Yakumo Purple, everyone knows her, everyone knows her, but everyone just looks at her from their own point of view, and that kind of understanding is also based on their own memories, mixed with their own understanding, their own personality, and so on. And to really cherish that, no one can get it, even Yakumo Purple herself. ”

She looked at Hakuri Reimu, the fire in her eyes burning the eyebrows, sharpening them.

"So, I think this world is false from the perspective of Fujiwara Meihong, and I don't want to admit that the guy named Bai Ze is Huiyin."

Reimu's eyes sank.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Fujiwara Mei turned her head sideways and looked at Yakumo Murasaki, whose face was not very good.

"I want to tell her that it's not that she remembers something to think that she is Yakumo Murasaki of that world."

Yakumo nodded slowly.

"Fujiwara sister red, huh."

Deep in her amethyst eyes, a scorching flame erupted.

"You're Fujiwara Sister Red, but in the same way, you're not Fujiwara Sister Red. Fujiwara Meihong of this world, what qualifications do you have to judge Yakumo Murasaki in this world? ”

She was sitting, looking up at Mei Hong who was standing, but she had a sense of looking down. She widened her eyes and smiled at the corners of her mouth.

In the final analysis, it is just meaningless sophistry, who is who or what does not need to be verified from others at all, and you don't need to ask yourself what you do, ask yourself? It's ridiculous. ”

was ridiculed like this, but Fujiwara Meihong was not angry, but smiled.

"Yakumo Purple, don't you know it yourself, so why do you have to doubt your own existence and the existence of this world so much?"

Yakumo Zi was stunned.

"Miss Fujiwara, you ......"

Fujiwara Mei is red, but she has a cold face.

"So now, I need you to take a stand, Yakumo Murasaki."

She sat down, leaned back on the back of the couch, and looked at Yakumo.

"Both worlds can be lived in the real world, which one do you want to exist?"

ps:Before the routine Che sauce touches his head,I recommend a book to everyone,"Oriental Matrix Revolution,The protagonists are Green Dam Niang and Xun Lei Niang,People who understand computers are also happy to look at the various stalks in it.,If you don't understand, you can also look at the author's unique brain hole.,Well,I have to say it's a happy brain hole.,The writing is also good.,It's a pity that the number of words is a little less.。 It seems that there are fewer clicks and are buried, so you can go and see it. [bookid=3205256,bookname=Eastern Matrix Empire]

In addition, Che-chan touched his head~