The operation of everything is related, and if the human body is a precision transmission machine, then the world is the same.

At this time, the world in my eyes took on a very different look. It was as if the whole world had become a transmission machine made up of an astronomical number of gears and levers, and I was a tiny transmission machine inside this huge transmission machine. The same is true of the faceless murderer in front of me who is fighting with my life. This feeling is naturally an illusion, but it is also a metaphor for the real world. It seems that I am stepping into another unbelievable dimension, and this dimension is the realm that I once spied into in "dreams within dreams".

It was as if a door appeared in front of me. I am convinced that I only need to open this door to reach some mysterious realm that no word has ever said before. But it was not easy to push open this heavy door, at least not at this moment. Even the door was saying to me: This is not where you should be.

Yes, this is not where I should be.

No one knows better than me that the technology of "turning parts into wholes" is not a power that people should master, but it is simply a non-human skill. I was able to get away with it thanks to some kind of miraculous epiphany. And the new realm that I am witnessing at this time is located in a dimension that is even farther away from people. It's also because I happened to have miraculous conditions that I shouldn't have had in reality. Last time, it was because he "lost control in 'Dream within a Dream within a Dream' and became a faceless with a bias towards inhuman nature", and this time it was because he "fought with another person who has mastered 'turning parts into wholes'". Either way, it's an outlier that shouldn't have been in my life.

But I finally touched the door. The fierce collision of two users who "turned parts into wholes" gave birth to an incredible "chemical reaction". However, the Shadowless Killer has no ability to learn, so I am the only beneficiary of this "chemistry".

Sadly, there is no time.

I can't hold on for long, and if I foolishly indulge in this hard-won realization, I will inevitably be killed by the Invisible Killer. So, although it is a pity, I have to give up. I don't want to be killed by my greed. Besides, it's important that I've touched the field, not how long I've been touching. Now that's enough.

I scrambled forward, swung my dagger and slashed at the throat of the Faceless Killer.

Yet it narrowly avoided it. To be exact, it didn't actually avoid it, because its neck was cut nearly halfway with my knife. If it were human, it would have been fatally wounded, but it would still be able to move freely. It quickly backed away, then dived into the shadows.

It fled.

This shadow-shifting ability is pretty cunning. You can raid when you advance, you can escape far away, and you can't prevent it. But this time it's the last. I'm confident that I'll be able to eliminate it next time.

*

I turned around and went back to the villa, and then shook Naoto Inoue awake.

He woke up slowly, first with a blank look at me, then with a drastic change in his face, bounced off the ground, and then quickly glanced around. At this point, the villa was in shambles due to my fight with the Faceless Killer, and the floors and walls were in tatters. His face turned serious and he was about to say something to me. As soon as I came up, I hit a rake, "You shit." ”

"Huh?" He froze.

"When the enemy came in by surprise, he was knocked out at the first time." I said, "Looks like I need to reconsider my partnership with you." ”

"I was knocked unconscious by the enemy?" He touched the back of his head, probably in some pain, "Like, it seems that this is the case, I was knocked unconscious from behind...... No, wait a minute, weren't you the only one standing behind me before? ”

"Originally, it was just mine, but the enemy, a psyker who can use strange abilities, suddenly appeared behind you." I said with a grimace, "I guess it's an assassin sent by the ant colony." But you can rest assured that the enemy has been defeated by me. ”

"Really? That's a good thing. I thought you knocked me out. He said uneasily.

"The enemy is coming, why don't I fight the enemy instead of you?" I asked rhetorically.

"Yes. I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't doubt yours. He said apologetically, "Not only did they not help you in the battle, but they actually held you back." ”

"It's good to know what you're wrong." I nodded.

In all fairness, this time it was my fault. I shouldn't have treated my collaborators like this, and I shouldn't have lied after the fact. I am aware of this. But the existence of the Invisible Killer cannot be known to Naoto Inoue, which is a problem that I can't compromise on.

There was already the sound of police cars approaching the villa. We quietly left the area and headed to several locations provided by cronies that might have "earthworm eyeballs".

The most probable of these sites is located in underground waterways.

Beaver City's underground waterways are nowhere near as "clean" as a small-town nightmare, littered with sewage and foul stench. We entered the underground waterways and proceeded quickly, occasionally checking against a simple map provided by our cronies. Naoto Inoue covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and said uncomfortably, "I hope I won't run in vain." ”

"Hmm."

"How did you find the Ant Lord in the first place? And, since you've assassinated him, you've seen his face too, right? He asked, adding, "Don't say 'long story' this time." ”

"One ......"

"It's hard to put into words."

"No comment." The last time I found and assassinated the Lord of the Ants was the Faceless Killer, not me, so I naturally have nothing to say.

"Okay." He didn't care, "Anyway, your method won't work now, and you haven't succeeded in seeing his true colors." Otherwise, it wouldn't be my turn to work with you. ”

"Yes."

"Speaking of which, you used to wear a mask a lot." He asked curiously, "You didn't wear a mask last time when you raided the ant colony headquarters, and you don't wear a mask this time either?" ”

"No."

"Why?"

"No why."

In fact, the reason is very simple, such a thing as a mask is either worn as soon as it appears, or it is simply not worn. In front of my collaborators, I didn't start wearing a mask until halfway through, and I was frankly a little embarrassed. But if this kind of inner words are poured outward, it will inevitably destroy the cold image that he has created with great difficulty. So I just didn't say anything.

He whispered a word or two that I couldn't communicate, and then shut his mouth.

A moment later, we found a rusty iron door on one of the walls of the underground sewer. This is the entrance to the antcolony's underground sewer stronghold. I took out the flame glove, melted the lock, and pushed the door in.

Inside, there is a scenic, concrete corridor. The ground seemed to be deserted and no one cleaned it for a long time, and the pipelines were exposed, as if they had been abandoned halfway through construction. But cheap light bulbs hung from the ceiling for lighting, and there was not much smell in the air. The smelliest thing here at the moment is that we just walked in through the underground waters. After the end of the corridor is the corner, and after the corner is the same beautiful corridor.

It didn't take long for us to come across a pair of patrolmen dressed exactly like the patrolmen at the colony's headquarters. We were completely unfamiliar with the colony, so we needed a "guide". So I took the lead and quickly knocked the two down, and then Naoto Inoue stepped forward and put his hand on top of one of them's head, trying to read the memory.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he pressed his hand to his forehead.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The read failed." He said.

"They've also done anti-medium preparations?"

"No, it's not." He looked around in pain, "It's the problem of this place. The air of this place seemed to hover with painful memories. As soon as I used the psychic technology, these memories would pour back into my head. ”

"What exactly is the memory?" I asked.

"I don't know." He shook his head, "It's a mess." I just know that it hurts, I am afraid, and I am desperate. And it's not one person's memories, it's the painful memories of many people that are intertwined. And these memories are not far from now. ”

The painful memories of many people are not far away. I had a vague guess in my mind, and woke up two patrolmen.

I started trying to force them to comply. Having said that, I didn't really have much thought in my heart, because the cronies and worker ants of the ant colony left a deep impression on me that I would rather die than give in. And this is an enemy stronghold, so I don't want to take the time to torture slowly. But unexpectedly, one of them quickly obeyed, and the other did not obey in the end. I killed the latter and looked at the former.

Come to think of it, no matter what kind of organization it is, it is easy to mix the good and the bad when there are many people. Rather die than give in is a very precious quality, and it is unreasonable to expect anyone to be able to do it. While cronies are mostly selected loyalists, there are always some irresolute elements among the workers.

As I reflected, I asked, "I heard that the Ant Lord has a cronie with super-grade psionic powers, is he also here?" ”

"Special psionic power?" The patrolman had a blank expression. It seems that the matter of the Ant Lord's possession of the cronies of the super-grade psionic is a secret for these grassroots personnel.

Fortunately, I learned about the man's appearance from my former cronies, and described it: "About thirty years old, bald, very tall, but very thin. ”

He flickered, then nodded, "Yes." ”

"Maybe we're not in the wrong place." Inoue said to me.

"The Ant Lord has recently bought a lot of people from the Underground Traders, right?" I continued to ask, "Are those people here too?" Why buy those people? ”

"This ...... Yes, also here. The patrolman gave an unspeakable expression, "As for the reason...... I don't know very well. ”

"Then tell me what you know." I say.

He paused for a long time before saying, "They've been tortured." ”

"Tortured." I repeated, "Why?" ”

"I don't know." He shook his head, "I'm just a patrolman. The only reason I know they are being tortured is that every day as I pass by the rooms containing them, there are always creepy, never-ending screams coming from inside. ”