How could I not remember what it was like here, that kind of shocking scene, I think anyone who has seen it will never forget. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Whether it was a place I had seen or not, I was shocked that I was able to walk from a small passage in those abandoned buildings to such a terrible place like hell - no, this is hell, no matter what it is called, this place is the same as the first time I saw it in the classroom on the fourth floor of the complex (that is, the classroom of Class D in the first year of high school in '97), when I went to that classroom with Momoi, Norito Chiba, and Dr. Morinan to look for the "window of the lily of the valley puppet", for some reason, I unexpectedly fell into that hell that was as red as a sea of blood.

The never-ending blood red, the blood red of the water and the sky, death is insignificant here, forgive me for the limited power of my pen, it is really difficult to describe the situation that is so terrifying that it is beyond all the categories I know, I only feel that the endless and "self-existent" sense gathers like a cloud, the silence around me is as quiet as death, so quiet that I think I am deaf, my state of euphoria begins to decline, and it is panic that gradually occupies my body and mind, because, when I have the desire to turn back, the ... That is, the small door that I just entered has disappeared without a trace, and in its place is the same red sea as in front of me, did I fall here from another dimension? Or is this another phenomenon of my consciousness derailed, I am deeply puzzled...

I turned my head and looked around, and Kihara was still beside me, so it wasn't that I was out of consciousness, but a fact, a fact that made people easily delirious.

I listened and looked around me carefully, and I could recall the situation in that classroom in great detail, and I made comparisons one by one, and I still found some differences.

One of the most conspicuous "things" that appeared in my field of vision was a wooden boat, and it was so simple and small that it felt like a toy, with a hemp rope tied to one end of the wooden boat, and then I realized that I was standing in a shoal-like area, as soft as sand under my feet, all of blood-red sand, a strange and creepy color, and for the first time since I was born, the word "hopeless" was not enough to describe one millionth of a color in the face of this color.

The shallows where I am are only have irregular circular protrusions less than two meters in diameter, like an arc-bottom pot upside down, and the surrounding area gradually submerges into the water, as if standing on an island in the abyss, and in the rest of the vision, I never see the same area, or maybe it is this kind of purgatory scenery that the devil can only create, even if there is the same shoal, I can't see it.

At this point, I didn't think I could go out again, saying "Hell has no door for me to break in", I really broke in, just as I mocked myself, Kihara pulled the small wooden boat over, the other end of the hemp rope was fixed to the shallows by a large iron nail, although I don't know what the boat is used for, where to cross, but it is by no means like the art displayed in the glass case in the exhibition hall for people to see, the boat is crumbling and pulled to the feet of Kihara, and a third of the hull is immersed in thick blood water, Some parts are submerged to more than two-thirds, from jet-black wood to fiery red, like props in a haunted house, it's hard to imagine that this is the fact in front of me, this absurd feeling is incomparable.

"Come on, we're going to the other side."

Kihara dragged the wooden boat as he spoke, he didn't pay any attention to the scenes around him that seemed to exist only in the absurd imaginary space, but skillfully did what he was doing, he first helped me onto the boat, and then pulled out the big iron nail for fixation, just when Kihara put away the hemp rope and just stepped one foot into the boat, there was a faint outline of another strange color around his body.

A shadow overlapped behind Kihara, and when he bent over, the shadow behind him clearly jumped into my pupils, and at this moment, Kihara seemed to be ready, and turned around at the speed of a swift beast and pounced on the uninvited guest behind him, obviously, Kihara was trying his best to clear all the people who stood in my way, I was startled, Kihara pulled out half of the crossbow arrow out of nowhere, and the cold and piercing tip was already aimed at the eyes of the uninvited guest.

"Wait a minute!"

I screamed in panic, the one who came wasn't the hostile one, because she was Sakura, no matter how things changed after that, at least now she and I were in the same camp, but the original intention of stopping Kihara was based on the fact that I didn't want to see my classmates kill each other, and I really didn't want to point the finger at the same kind of killing unless I had to.

Sakura shrank from the surprise attack, the tip of the arrow was like an ice pick just an inch away from her eyes, and the person who raised his hand to stab her to death had a beautiful and cold face, and on one side was me, whose face was pale, and Sakura kept shouting, "It's me, it's me... Nozomi, it's me, don't kill me...", this kind of begging for mercy, Kihara, who was also a little surprised, let go of his hand, although he did not pose a threat to Sakura, he still held the arrow and remained vigilant.

The small wooden boat that can only accommodate two people is now full of the three of us, the hull sinks deeper, the bright and dazzling water is undulating and shaking along the edge of the boat, and the slightest carelessness will shake to the feet, the pitch-black bottom of the almost rotten wood is wet, through the well-known blood red, stepping on it makes a "snort" sound, as if every board is full of water, I sit still cautiously and dare not move, for fear that the bottom of the boat will collapse like soaked cotton wool, due to the injury of my right leg I have no strength to row, This not too heavy coolie fell into the hands of Kihara and Sakura.

After gradually moving away from the shallows, rowing to the middle of the water, or at all unable to distinguish what state our boat is in, which plane it is floating on, except for a single blood red with no distinction between light and dark, there is no way to distinguish between up and down, left and right, no matter how you look at it, there is only a blood red in the eyes and a series of crimson ripples drawn by the oars, there is no sound around, we don't speak to each other, quietly listen to each other's breathing, there is no boundary, there is no end, here is completely frenzied and long inner torture, if not put yourself in the shoesI guess no amount of vivid description can make people feel my despair.

I feel like my pupils are starting to go numb, it's a maddening environment.

Just when I thought I would float on this sea of blood and wait for death, the blood red in the place where I could see faintly revealed a darker and thicker color, and the gradual distance of the boat made me slowly see that it was a black thing, faintly, like a mushroom-shaped umbrella, and the red part of the black object began to become light and dark unevenly.

"It's almost there, and those shadows are the other side."

Kihara said softly, followed by a sudden stirring around him, and there was something more on the surface of the water that was as thick as pomegranate juice, and I rubbed my eyes, as if I had wiped away a vague layer of blood mist, and then I tried to see that the extra things were actually the same boat as us.