BGM: Ω (Hiroyuki Sawano)

Magpie thought about whether to give the other party a look through the door, and then rejected the proposal.

After all, it is a civilized society, and it is not polite to meet friends with guns after all.

The door creaked open.

Magpie felt that the light around him was a little strange, and looked up.

In the moonlight, you can see that it is a ten-story building, the outer layer is all glass, and there is no glowing floor at night.

In fact, the entire building is used as an experimental site by Magpie, and exists as a stronghold.

Since it is an experiment, of course it can't be in the middle of the city, but even if it is still approached at the edge of the city, the other party is afraid that it will come to trouble him.

Ahh It's so late. Do you want to find a way to die?

No.. Wait a minute..

"Hmmm?!"

The scene in front of him made his eyes widen.

"Hey, hey, is there a mistake?

Magpie's eyelids jumped wildly, and he wondered if he had been psychologically suggested, or if the cup of coffee he had drunk this afternoon was still harmful.

He stood on the roof from the top of the ten-story building, behind which was the tin hut with the door open, and in the gloomy room, only the previous screen flashed, repeating the story that the old cleaner had to tell.

In front of you is a wave.

Black.

Tsunami.

It's a long way from the sea, and it's still within the limits of the city.

The huge wave with a height of more than 50 meters is as wide as it encompasses only the buildings.

Like the roof of a distorted beast.

It was as if the whole thing was smeared with ink. Because it is somewhat transparent, the eye cannot see behind it through it.

Violently, wildly, silently devoured.

To swallow the entire building in one bite.

Overwhelming kinetic energy and weight.

It should never be in the city.

Unrealistic scenes.

Wait, who knocked on my door? Who rang my doorbell?

Magpie's pupils shrank suddenly, and he realized that he had made a mistake, and the moment he opened the door, he was taken away from his eyes by the huge wave of unreality, and his mind was captured, and he noticed what he should pay attention to for the first time every day.

。。 I'm afraid I'll be killed if I turn around now...

"Poof—"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing into a human body.

The sound of a sharp object cutting through flesh.

A thin white rectangular object pierced through the magpie's back and out of the middle of the lower abdomen.

"It's... Slowly, blood foamed from his mouth, dripping silently.

It was a plain A4 piece of paper, pinched by two white-gloved fingers.

Although the wound was thin, the cut was still too large relative to the human body, and the paper passed through his body vertically, without hindrance, and naturally, the cortex, muscles, spine, and internal organs were cut.

The wound was so smooth that it was barely noticeable without looking closely, and the blood flowed gently in tiny wisps.

Overlapping red dots are dripping on the ground.

"Hey, are you so careless? I obviously said that I came to play with you, but it turned out to be bad. ”

The man wearing the top hat was dressed in a suit, white gloves, black leather shoes, his yellowish face was wooden and expressionless, and his face was almost square, which looked very strange. It's just that there is a disdain conveyed in his tone at the moment, and he still looks sluggish and stiff, like a puppet.

"Well, although this is a matter of course, everyone in the world will be amazed by my art. ”

His wide-open eyes remained motionless, unblinking, purely like glass beads attached.

The man in the suit stretched out his free right hand, his height of nearly two meters, which made his hand easily over the magpie's shoulder.

The magpie was now facing away from the moon, as if it was covered in some unknown shadow of great proportion.

The right hand of the man in the suit gently rubbed a few times in the air and pulled, and in the wave-like fluctuations of the water, the huge waves disappeared, and the world in front of the magpie returned to normal, just an ordinary night view of the city.

The only change is that the huge Kuroshio is missing, and the unreal scene is dreamy.

In the hands of the man in the suit was a painting that floated twice in mid-air, like a wave of water, stretching flat on the ground, about seven or eight square meters, on which it was painted the night view of the city and the huge black tide.

"Draw. But it seems that it is almost unbearable. His voice sounded low and weak.

"Hehehe, who would have thought that? Normally, no matter how good the painting is, it is impossible to achieve this level. ”

"But! this is art! my art! do you know why I'm still here to explain to you?" the man in the suit bowed his head suddenly, his voice cold and cruel, with a sense of course.

"Because I am an agnostic, I can't say, you can go to hell or heaven, you can go to all kinds of places, and I want you to praise my paintings, so that all the ignorant may be edified and edified by my art. ”

"Every time you kill someone. That's it. Uh-huh. Ahem, cough, ahem. Chirp crooked?"

Magpie spoke intermittently, and was already a little unconscious.

The man in the suit didn't answer, just twisted the paper in his left hand, the paper that should be soft was very hard at the moment, and the flesh and blood that was easily pulled away opened opened the organs, forming a huge cavity that could be seen from the front and the back, and two fists could be stuffed in.

Blood gushed like a fountain, forming a pool of blood on the ground, spreading in all directions.

He pulled the paper from Magpie's body, making a sticky sound, like a beast regurgitating.

Bang Bang –

One stumbles under his feet.

The magpie fell to the ground head-on, and fell to the lake formed by his own blood, motionless.

"Tut-tut... The man in the suit shook his left hand, and the A4 paper in his hand disappeared inexplicably. He expertly folded the painting in the air, quickly folding it into a tight small roll and tucking it into the inner lining of his suit.

"Is that what a hindrance is? an incompetent? It's boring... The greatest work of art that I can penetrate and influence and form a full-sensory experience!"

The man in the suit stepped on the magpie's body.

"Hehe, it's used to deal with such garbage. I don't know what to call a god-maker. ”

The man in the suit said, turned around and walked away and stepped on the ground with a clattering sound, there was no look in his eyes, and even his tone lacked the emotional fluctuations it should have, just stated word by word, dry and lacking expressiveness.

"Poof—Tsera—"

The sound of breaking silk.

It's like tearing cloth, but to be precise, tearing the human body.

"Oh, what's that?" the man in the suit stopped and turned to look.

Look at the magpie that should have died.

A magpie that was disemboweled, and could not die again.

He fell to the ground, his normally normal body visibly bulging, as if he was being stretched out from the inside, something was about to break free from it, and he was rushing left and right.

The man in the suit instinctively felt that something was wrong, he took out a few pieces of ordinary A4 paper from the inner lining of the suit, and with a flick of his wrist, the paper flew out, and the limbs of the magpie were separated from the torso, and the wound was also smooth, but it didn't shed much blood, like four sections of wood.

The magpie did not make any sound, the previous wound had already made him dead, and the "magpie" was indeed dead, having been exaggeratedly dissected and killed by a dismemberment.

But at this moment, Magpie's body is also really squirming, to be precise, his torso, which is almost like an egg about to hatch.

"Puff~~"

Without waiting for the man in the suit to make the next move, the magpie's head crooked on its own and was torn apart.

A hand came out of the side of his neck, out of his body, and it didn't look like it was molting, and it didn't look like a full-fledged alien was bursting out.

"This is... What the hell?"

The man in the suit still had a blank face, and reason told him that he should organize everything that happened in front of him immediately, but he did stop in his tracks, and a dangerous premonition flashed in his heart, and it was the "thing" that he almost wanted to leave in front of him.

After the head of the "magpie" was unscrewed, the whole arm and the whole shoulder were stretched out, and if you looked closely, it was a whole right hand, not the right hand of the magpie, but the right hand that was torn out of his body.

The hand pressed one of the magpie's shoulders and made a supporting motion, and then, blood splattered, pulling out a head and the other half of the shoulder.

That's the magpie's face.

He squirmed from side to side twice as if undressing, pulling out his upper body, and the magpie's torso almost split in half. This scene almost violates the normal laws of physics, no, it violates all human scientific knowledge and common sense.

After all, the amount of human flesh is certain, that is to say, the mass is conserved, and a person cannot grow the same self from his original body.

"Wow, ————, wow, ah, ——"

The man in the suit shouted, trying to overcome his instincts, leaning forward with his center of gravity, and rushing forward desperately, but there was still no expression on his paralyzed face. Not even the roar was alive, like a mere formality.

He held a stack of fan-shaped A4 papers in one hand, and made the posture of a bird of prey with its wings spread, and his tall body pressed over.

Magpie looked at the man in the suit who was rushing towards him, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a cruel arc obliquely, like a clown's scarlet smile slid away by a razor. The black, shiny half-length hair was bloodshot and fleshy when it stuck to itself, and it looked unusually bright in the moonlight.

"Boom ——"

A crimson cloud rose up, mixed with sharp bone slag and various unknown tissues, and a storm rolled up in the flat ground, and the magpie's original body exploded instantly, and the shock wave visible to the naked eye carried a large amount of organic matter, as if swept away.

"Puff ——"

"Puff p

The dense crashing sound sounded like it was piercing through the woods.

Even organic matter, when given a velocity that exceeds the speed of a bullet, becomes a deadly weapon.

At the moment when the blow that could not be avoided came, the man in the suit showed an inhuman reflex nerve, and subconsciously waved his "wings", trying his best to cut through those larger bone scum.

But this is undoubtedly in vain.

Not even a dying throes.

The ugly defeated dog wailed.

His out-of-the-ordinary drawings make his assassination unstoppable, and he barely needs to face his enemies head-on.

The special paper combined with his unique power skills creates a pressure that can cut through almost anything, and he only needs to attack once, let alone think about defense.

Riddled with.

Appalling.

Disgusting and ridiculous.

The moonlight passed through his body, leaving a shadow on the ground full of holes, like a tattered cloth bag.

"Ahem. He seemed to say something, but his broken vocal cords could only hiss. Mu Ne's face was full of holes of various sizes, and there was no change until he died. In other words, I can't make expressions anymore.

The man in the suit had become an indescribable mosaic, and he collapsed like a puddle of mud and became all over the ground.

"Whew—but I died before I could ask. Is.. ”

The magpie came out of the blood mist that was permeating the surroundings completely, and found a set of clothes and pants out of nowhere, and wore it on the body when the man in the suit was beaten into meat residues, looking at the blood stains on his own body, he felt itchy and a little uncomfortable.

"So even if I make my body like this, I don't want to use it... It feels really bad. ”

Magpie tugged at the shirt on his chest, itching unbearably, and was thinking about taking a shower. When I looked up, I saw that there was a mess around me, the surface of the concrete floor was cracked with fine fragments, and I became everywhere again, and there was a large puddle of meat not far in front of me.

"Ahh

"I wish I could have a maid or something to help me deal with it... Forget it.,This can't be treated as not seeing.,I'd better clean it up.。。。 ”

Feeling the stickiness on his face, Magpie took away the hand covering his face, saw a strange unknown substance on it, and shook his head, like a dog that had just come out of the water was shaking its head.

He walked into the hut, and after a moment came out with two more iron buckets, muttering, "The quality of the lately guys is getting worse and worse. I don't know if the old Zhang of the West Meat Sauce Factory will accept it this time. ”