I never knew that the gunshot was transmitted to my body at the same time as the pain, but for the first time in my life, I experienced the feeling of being pierced by a bullet, and that kind of pain was not expounding "death", but making the nerves of the whole body and even each cell between disintegration and hallucination, and gradually felt as if I didn't exist, like the water vapor scattered in the air, the world in front of me was even more difficult to describe, it should be said that it was not the world in front of me, it was a world refracted by consciousness into the brain, that kind of scene, like a broken kaleidoscope, Indescribable strange shapes come together in a variety of different colors, eerie and bizarre, and then slowly turn into a thorny white, and then into endless darkness.

I don't know how long that state of nothingness lasted, when I opened my eyes, I thought I had been sent to the grave of death by the sudden shot, but the fierce gasps and struggles in my ears pulled me back into this dayless and extremely disturbing tunnel, the heart-rending pain was transmitted from the injured part to the brain and then radiated to every nerve ending in the body with the consciousness of consciousness, I almost fainted to death again in pain, but after all, I gritted my teeth and stood up, and when I was awake, I slightly propped up my body to check the injured part, oh my God! Although this shot was not fatal, it hit my right thigh, almost close to the root, I can't imagine if the bullet pierced the femoral artery, but I can still wake up to mean that I should have avoided it skillfully, but the blood still flowed out of the wound like a gurgling stream, I hurriedly pressed it with my hand, it was definitely not a long-term solution, but I had no other more useful trick than to press it down first and then find a way to find something like rope. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The darkness in front of me was very dark like a curtain, and the wheezing sound not far away next to me reminded me vaguely of the fact that before this irritating shot, it was Momoi who shot me, and it was so hateful, he actually shot me, what a fool, but when I was shot, I seemed to feel that a figure flashed in front of me, it was Kihara, yes, it was him who pounced on Momoi like a beast... And later... I fainted and lost consciousness.

At this time, the wheezing sound seemed to be approaching me, I was not sure who the shadow that was condensed in the darkness like a flocculent shadow was, Momoi had a gun in his hand at the time, if the two of them had gone through a fight, they would definitely have won or lost, maybe the one who lost the battle was already dead, at this moment I really don't know who I want to live, and who the hand that gradually reaches out to me will be... Like a thin branch sticking out of the bottom of the abyss...

"Ruriki-"

Then a low, hoarse cry and the hand hit me at the same time, and the burning temperature of the palm quickly spread from the ankle of my injured leg to the whole leg, and the leg that was almost painful and unconscious felt a warm heat at this time, the touch of the temperature... I seemed to be relieved for some reason.

To be honest, it has nothing to do with appearance, after all, Momoi hurt me first, whether he was a man in black just now or not, I have already made a difference behind his name, but it doesn't mean that I want him to die, it's just... At least I hope Kihara is safe and sound, because the reason why I didn't die has to emphasize that it was Kihara who gave his life to save him again.

As I wished, I was relieved when Kihara grabbed my ankle and staggered over, that is, while Kihara leaned towards me, I found a glowing gap not far away, one by one, like a burning stove door opening and closing, although the light looked strange and impermanent, but it was also better than the never-ending dark passage, no matter what the light came from, in short, this passage that made me feel like I was living in another world seemed to be coming to an end, and I suddenly became hyperactive in pain.

"Kihara, where's Momoi?"

I didn't ask him if Momoi was dead, because there was something that made me feel like something had changed unexpectedly while I was unconscious.

"I escaped."

"Escaped? What do you mean? ”

I wondered how a man who threatened to kill me with a gun in his hand could escape, and that the shot didn't kill me under Kihara's interference, and whether the perpetrator was willing to give up and flee in such uncertain circumstances... Just thinking of Momoi's eyes that were absolutely going to kill me at that time, like a professional killer, cold without a trace of human emotion, and carrying a murderous mission with a similar mission, such Momoi actually escaped? I'm afraid there's some terrible reversal factor in it that I can't think of.

"After Momoi injured you, he and I fought together in that place..."Kihara said and pointed to the flickering spot in front of him, and continued: "But I don't know why, Momoi quickly lost his strength, like a paralyzed patient, his limbs became limp, he struggled to get up, covered with a gun, and then fled." ”

I "accepted" this explanation that could be flawed everywhere, and I didn't want to immediately contradict Kihara's statement that there were many unreasonable things in the process, and the complexity of the matter did not allow me to jump to conclusions, and I was going to secretly observe some details that I had not cared about before.

Then I nodded, Kihara opened his backpack and handed me the water bottle to let me drink, and he also bandaged the wound for me neatly, and it was just a simple hemostatic bandage, looking at his right leg being tightly wrapped in a circle of bandages without any professional beauty, my eyes burned inexplicably, Kihara didn't know how to first aid or treat wounds or anything, but he still tried his best to do all this, and even saved me again and again, purely from the perspective of classmates, I was really grateful.

"Don't worry, it won't be long before the wound heals on its own, and the bullet won't stay inside, you're just like me, ah—I should say that I've inherited your Tsurumaru's magical and unique skills."

Kihara licked his dry lips, he refused me to give him the bottle of water to drink, and always prevaricated me with words like "It's okay when you get to the waste area, just be patient", and I had to reluctantly comply with him.

I've always had a lot of questions to ask him, but as I thought before, it's futile to rush to get the results now, and the answers are ahead, so I'm going to find out for myself.

I dragged my right leg in great pain, and almost all of my strength was borne on Kihara's arm, and he helped me to move forward slowly, and I didn't believe it at all when he said, "I'll heal myself like him", I never found myself with this kind of function, but if it really happens, I can only accept this evil miracle.

The flickering door not far away was still swinging from side to side, opening and closing, like the devil's eyes, revealing fiery red pupils when opened.

Kihara stood for a moment, his arm holding me as if he were exerting more force, and he said in a deep voice.

"When we arrive, there is the boundary of the wasteland in front of us."

I had an irrepressible excitement about going into that fiery opening, and although my right leg hurt terribly, there was infinite vitality and erection in my body at this moment, and I almost grabbed Kihara's hand and rushed to the small door.

After pushing open the door, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and in the face of the familiar scene, I suddenly sent out an indescribable tremor from the bottom of my heart.