227 Killing Intent
BGM: Poppy Corolla (Luo Tianyi)
If the stars are big enough and shiny enough, then the moon is just a very ordinary one that doesn't attract too much attention.
Just like the scene in front of you.
Blood and stumps spread out, and all sorts of unknown debris or dark red bumps on human parts.
This is to infinitely expand the sensibility, no one will see this scene and count the number of dead people, no one.
One or ten, he or she, is already a meaningless thing in the face of a flood of numbers, even if you really count it, you can't put together a complete human form by carefully picking through these corpse pieces, and you can't get an answer.
It was like a strange sound of chaos blowing in the cold wind of the night.
As if the girl's lips were bright red.
It's so beautiful, so cruel, that it's hard for the person concerned to react shockingly, and there's no way to break through Mu Ran's facial muscles to express his feelings.
Fall into a stupor, fall into a stupor, escape the nightmare.
"Nightmares. Nightmare! Yes, yes, it's a dream——"
Riel Melon sat down on his knees, and his hands subconsciously propped forward without any strength, and his forehead touched the ground directly.
Protected by the thick skin, he couldn't even seep blood from his forehead.
The magpie leaned against the collapsed ruins on the side, clasped his hands, and looked at the scene in front of him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Silent silence.
This world has never lacked hope and miracles, lacked the possibility of happy endings, and tragedies and tragedies (be) never meet unexpectedly, come as scheduled, never in arrears, and never late.
Even if it is illusory, there are always people who are thirsting for the last hope, right? However, if you have been walking alone in the burning ruins, you will only get meaningless ruins in the end.
- Just
Ordinary tragedies, ordinary tragedies, can be seen everywhere.
There is no need for a numb heart to pity and comfort, no need to be surprised and hesitant.
The scene in front of us no longer needs to be explained, covered up and whitewashed, it is just the most ordinary tragedy that can be seen everywhere, like garbage in a garbage dump, everywhere, everywhere.
Who are the people who died? It only makes sense for the person involved, no, perhaps, when there are so many of them, when things get to this point. It doesn't mean anything to the parties anymore.
No point, no point...
It's not ...
"Not really. . . It doesn't make sense。。 ”
Riel made a hoarse choking sound from the depths of his throat, his body leaning backwards, his whole body curled up, his neck stubbed out, like a frightened and mad ostrich.
However, that kind of messy expression can never make people want to laugh, and that is when a strong man is most vulnerable in his life.
What can laugh is either a happy enemy, or an existence with an extremely bad nature.
The magpie could barely make out the child's arm from the wreckage, the little brown hand stretched out to the sky, the five fingers trying to open out, and now it was completely stiff. And the arm was gone from the shoulder.
Who is that?'s children of Riel?or whatever.
Twenty minutes ago, this burly man was cramped and smiled and said to the magpie, "Lord God, I want to go home, there are some things that need to be dealt with, you... "Let's go, I have a hunch that something good will happen tonight." ”
———— such a "good thing" happens as a result.
Magpie stepped forward, smiling, quietly looking down at the man who looked weak and completely helpless, watching his body tremble unconsciously.
Magpie is calculating the energy consumption of calmodulin and the transport trajectory of dopamine with great interest in his heart.
However, the automatic scanning line of the Rubik's Cube first came up with the answer, and then it was classified into the database, and the complex formula calculation was finally summarized into a line of small words that appeared in front of the magpie's eyes.
Magpie pursed his lips, feeling that he had not used his brain for a long time, and his IQ had regressed a little.
But to speak of it ... I'm afraid that my consciousness and thinking ability no longer rely solely on the physical organ of the brain.
There is a faint premonition in Que's heart that since his transformation and upgrading not long ago, with the improvement of the breadth of perspective, even if he is now stirred by the rusty blade, cut off his limbs, and chopped his torso into powder, he will not stop thinking and will not lose his ability. Able to survive in the world in an ethereal state of pure spiritual matter.
[Category: Pan-Meaning Human Genus]
[Race: Sub-race, brown complexion, unknown race (suspected fantasy species, residual bloodline)]
【Name:Riel Melon】
[Emergy: Body Output: 0.07Lin Tolerance: 0.02Lin Normal Consciousness Intensity: 0.01Lin Steady-state: 0.03Lin]
[Note: The individual's nervous system is not in sync with his physical fitness, but is only similar to that of a normal person.] 】
Magpie frowned suddenly, and his nervous way of thinking made him suddenly feel a pang of unpleasantness.
Anyway, the ringtone is mine.
That's right, it's mine! This unit can only be used by me! What are you?!
Driven by a strong morbid possessiveness, and the appearance of the person in front of him is really unacceptable—magpie with his hands in his trouser pockets, raises his legs without hesitation, and then falls seemingly lightly.
"Bang ——"
The heel was precisely in the center of the spine, and a slight bone cracking sound was heard in an instant.
Like an exaggerated building block, Riel instantly collapsed to the ground, pressing down the ground around him by five centimeters.
"God, God-sama—"
- "Think about the first thing you're going to say next, or I don't know what the consequences will be." ”
Magpie interrupted him, and remained in a leisurely stance, stepping on Rare's back, looking up at the dark blue inky sky.
His voice was cold and unemotional.
It's not just the overlook and indifference of the high to the low.
It's just that.. Magpie has always been like this, ignoring happiness, ignoring tragedy, and ignoring itself, until...
"Unfortunately, I'm suddenly in a bad mood because your reaction has disappointed me. ”
"Originally, you were going to be part of my plan, but now... Seeing your bear-like appearance, I think I still need to think about it. ”
“。。 How's it going, have you figured it out?"
Riel's originally masculine, angular face was full at this time, the dust of Europe, his eyes were constantly flickering, his expression was hideous, and the muscles and flesh of his face were all piled together, twitching endlessly.
Struggle.. Forbearance, struggle. Forbear..
Apologize?.. Beg?.. Don't speak.
I.. Or endure - how can I endure this!!
Riel was full of mixed emotions at this time, and the volcano people collided and fluctuated in the hearts of this tough man!
However, unbeknownst to him, his face to the magpie, constantly changing expressions, was all taken into the latter's eyes.
Eventually, until the last moment, Riel didn't make any drastic moves, he kept climbing the tree and didn't move, his face had regained a stiff and cold calm.
He tried to put on a smile, "God-sama, I just lost my temper, I'm really sorry, I'm going to atone for you, tonight-"
Magpie smiled with satisfaction.
"Okay, don't say it. ”
Magpie clapped his palms, and then laughed, looking very happy.
Riel looked down at the sand, and then showed a dark expression.
"Rare, you're really a fast and malleable talent, and sure enough, even the most cowardly and incompetent people can still have this level of consciousness once they are forced to the point of absolute irreparability. ”
The magpie's voice was filled with evil pleasure, like an evil god whispering softly in his ear.
"So, as my future agent in this world, now I will tell you the first thing to pay attention to. ”
"That is, don't show such blatant killing intent in front of a god. ”
"Your so-called disguise and the like are of no meaning to us at all! Only by deceiving yourself can we survive at such times. ”