However, there are some truths that I can't avoid if I want to.

"Sister, you put Ono ...... Cut down. "My brother looked at me and seemed to guess what was going on. After a moment of silence, he stood calmly on the ground, and in a very steady, declarative tone, he raised his head and told me the most cruel truth, "It's useless for me to call you. You didn't hesitate to cut off his last tentacle, and you moved incredibly fast......"

Then there was a pause, and although I couldn't see his expression clearly because of the distance, I seemed to be able to see the indifference in his eyes: "But I have to say, you did the right thing." Although he is Ono, he is no longer the same Ono, and he just wanted to harm you. Even if you hadn't done this to him, he would have done it to you. You're right, it's actually the best ending for us. After saying this, he did not speak again, but continued to stand there quietly, leaving me time and space to think alone.

I stood there in silence. looked at his younger brother on the ground, and then at Ono's corpse not far from him, his brain was still in a state of confusion.

First I forced myself to compose, and then I began to think back to the events one by one - I suppressed my chaotic thoughts and began to sort out what had happened before. From the very beginning I found out that the corpse was actually Ono and began to pick it up, until the last scene I could recall: I swung my dagger and slashed at the first tentacle I saw in front of me, the first tentacle wrapped around the beam, and my face began to grow hot from being too excited......

And after that? What happened after that?

Finally, I felt that my thoughts were beginning to clear. Once again, I was confirmed to the truth, and I began to walk back and forth on the crossbar in a fidget. He gnawed on the nail of his right thumb in his mouth.

But...... He's Ono, the one who saved my life, and finally changed back into a human, gentle and sunny Ono. How could it be, how could it be that strange thing that was lying there on the ground now, limp and collapsed?

I glanced at the ground again, then at my brother's direction.

It was as if I had the most ridiculous dream, and my brother was telling me the most inexplicable joke. I stood there stunned, wondering: What about Ono? Where the hell did Ono go?

"Sister, why don't you come down first. There doesn't seem to be anything special here, so let's come over and dispose of Ono's corpse first. You can't just leave it here, can you......? My brother looked at me, his eyes slowly cleared. After hesitating for a moment, he cautiously proposed to me.

What the? Ono's corpse?

I looked down.

Seeing that he had attracted my attention, my younger brother hurriedly pointed to the mass beside him: "Let's deal with him, and then let's go out." I know you're uncomfortable staying here. We won't spend much time on ......."

I'm still stunned. There was silence for a long time. I started to climb down.

"Sister. You be careful......" Seeing that I was in a trance, my brother reminded me a little uneasily.

"......" I didn't reply, frowning and my eyes were empty. As he climbed the pillar next to him and slid down, he was confused and thinking about something.

So...... Did I really do it?

To save your life? Under such a premise, I really killed someone, is this understandable? Judging by my brother's reaction, it seems to be yes...... But is that the one who saved me? Is it really understandable?

I've killed people, my best friend, my benefactor who saved my life.

But the strange thing is that the reason why I was so shocked, sad, and even unwilling to believe all this was not only the incomparably deep friendship between me and him, but also the fact that I knew that there was one less person in this world who could protect me and help me in times of crisis.

In fact, in essence, I am just as selfish as my brother.

But there's nothing wrong with that...... Right?

I slid peacefully to the ground. I just stood there, quietly and from a distance, looking at Ono's body. Still don't want to believe that the man is dead.

Ono is such a good person, willing to help me selflessly, especially after the transformation, he has become so much more powerful, it is really difficult to find another one......

…… But why do I have such thoughts? Was I that person before? …… If I really like him to be able to change into a human form in the first place, then why did I give him a medicine that could turn back into a human form in the first place?

yes, why......

I remembered the moment I had just gone berserk, the moment I lost consciousness. All that was left was full of blood-red killing intent.

I suddenly realized something.

Could it be ...... In fact......

I'm the one who infected XIZ?!

First of all, XIZ will become a killing tendency, emotions will become numb, and the vitality will become extremely tenacious, and in the later stage, it will gradually have a tendency to self-harm and deform, but because of the stronger vitality, no matter how unbelievable the form it becomes, it will not lead to death.

It seems like...... Are the early features really in line with who I am now?

I was a little panicked, but I didn't seem to be as panicked and scared as I thought.

It seems like...... Actually, it's nothing......

The question is, how did I get infected? Is it still when you are in the small pool?

Even if the belly is soaked in water the whole time, there are too many unknown and uncertain factors in it, but it is strange to say that there is no infection, right?

Why on earth was I so stupid to risk my own body just to open this strange room?

Obviously, if the germ can spread in the air, won't the water on those clothes be steamed dry by the body, and it will also cause infection through direct contact with the skin?

Am I deliberately ignoring such an obvious point? Or do you subconsciously want to be infected and thus be "liberated" in such a world?

It seems that it doesn't matter anymore......

A hand suddenly put on my shoulder, startling me. I looked back and saw my brother standing behind me with a flashlight on himself and making a face amuse me. He desperately made all kinds of funny expressions under the light, hoping that I could get rid of the pain as soon as possible: "Sister, don't be sad, it's not your fault." ”

It dawned on me that I didn't seem to be completely indifferent. What if I get infected, my brother?

At least my brother, I can't just let him alone in this world like this so despicable, and put all the responsibility of treating his parents on him. (To be continued.) )