I affirmed in self-denial and negated in affirmation.

In contrast, I still want to be another self, a pianist with an artistic temperament.

An off-road vehicle came in the night, and it was the man with brown glasses who drove it.

The off-road vehicle suddenly stopped in front of him.

I noticed that there were two other people in the car, and they had a unique smell on their bodies, and I sniffed the wings of my nose in the air, and the smell was very similar to the smell on my body.

I took two sharp puffs, making sure the taste coincided infinitely with me.

One of them, like himself, was wearing a hospital gown from the Third Hospital.

For a moment, I thought I was looking in the mirror, that person was me, that person was that person.

But I soon found out that it wasn't, when I was pulling my cheek hard to make sure it wasn't a dream.

The man didn't do that,

I just gave myself a very gentle smile, and then I stepped out of the car and motioned for myself to get in.

The night is as vast as the monstrous white waves on the banks of the Lechuan River, and the off-road vehicles are speeding on the road.

The man who looked exactly like himself, standing in the middle of the road, gradually disappeared.

At this point in the picture, I understood that one of the two of me, the person who was exactly like me, was the famous pianist.

I have a new doubt, who is that clown? Who is the initiator of several murders?

Screen switching.

I was lying on a bed and was a quiet beautiful man.

The man with brown glasses, we all called him J later. J is sitting next to me at the moment, I don't know what he's talking about?

The picture is silent, but on the white wall directly opposite the bed is the wall clock, but it is going faster and faster.

The hour, minute, and second hands went faster and faster, and finally formed a huge whirlpool.

My whole body was swept up in that whirlpool, and my internal organs were tumbling violently.

I was even more dizzy outside the frame, so much so that the whole picture spun with it.

I don't know how much it rotated

When the picture finally stopped spinning, the scene was much more comfortable.

After that, my life seemed to be at its peak, flowers, applause, beautiful women.

It seemed like overnight, and I would actually play a good tune on the piano.

Even though Mike joked that I was at the level of an elementary school student, in my case, it was already quite satisfying.

But this open life doesn't seem to satisfy the wildness of my heart.

First of all, I am a king of the jungle, a hunter in search of prey.

In the dead of night, the wild side of the heart quietly pokes its head out, becoming more and more uncontrollable.

I started looking for prey, and there were hunters like me in this city, and they were city hunters, and they were also looking for their own prey.

As one of these hunters, wander around the city like a nightcrawler, enjoying the pleasure of chasing prey.

We exist like family, but we are different from family.

Reason often prevails, and family members sometimes become prey.

Of course, there are many kinds of prey.

Some prey can only be a pastime when you are bored, while some prey has the ability to make you want to stop.

Like that girl, that girl named Loya.

Loya, the name seems to have been seen somewhere.

The first time I saw her in that place, I felt like a familiar friend, like an old friend I'd known for a long time.

Gradually, the city hunters formed a team.

J, the man with brown glasses who gave me freedom, even though he always behaved like an ascetic man.

But I still see the sullen side in his heart, and he's arguably the heart of our team.

He doesn't usually show up much, on the contrary, Mike, he's more like the soul of our team.

I don't know why, J wasn't a threat to me, but Mike, I had a special affection for him, one that I had to obey as soon as he spoke.

Although I have always been unruly, I am a coward in front of him.

Even fools can see that the relationship between Loya and J is extraordinary.

No, it's J who is extraordinary to Loya.

For us, anyone in this city has the potential to become our prey.

But J is different, we all know that Loya is his real prey.

Even if he gave me freedom, it was just the process of chasing his prey, and we were just running with him.

At this time, I realized that it turned out that the king of the jungle was him, and we were nothing......

No, the unstable factor in my bones jumps out from time to time, Loya, why can he only be his prey?

Why can't it be mine?

I'm not stupid, and I quickly learned the identity of this girl.

I despise J very much, and at the root of it, Loya should always be my prey.

I started to grab prey with J, consciously or unconsciously.

Of course, he is the one who really gave me freedom, and I am grateful to him from the bottom of my heart.

So I'm not too blatant, and a bigger part of that is because of Mike.

He seemed to be very interested in the girl, Mike, and my relationship with him was inexplicable.

Brother and friend, I have always scoffed at blood relations, and I don't understand why he is so good to me.

Is it just because we have the same blood in our bodies?

Hmph, it's total.

He obviously wanted to find a feeling of affection in me that he had never experienced before.

But I know I can't give him that feeling, because I never recognize it as a good feeling.

No matter what kind of hunter we are, we are all hunters who walk in the dark and cannot see the light.

If you say it is a city hunter if it sounds good, you are a poacher if you say it is not good.

Poachers who take pleasure in stealing other people's lives.

It's very unfortunate that the excellent god stick, he is a prey protector.

To put it bluntly, it's the enemies of us poachers.

And he has become the person that J and I envy.

Because he is the only one who occupies the soul of the prey that J and I share.

And so a marathon chase between the protectors and the poachers began.

I've become hooked on the game, and it's not just about hunting for the sake of hunting.

With these protectors on board, it's a lot more fun.

Just like the game between the Joker and Batman, it's definitely not a game between poachers and protectors.

It is not a game between good and evil.

I think it's a game of wits and courage, and it's not easy to meet opponents.

The officer, he was one of the few people in the world who could be called an opponent.

Presumably because he was my mutual rival with J, J began to turn a blind eye to my actions.