Qi Zihuan had never died before, and his experience was still insufficient.

He never thought that it would hurt so much when the original soul was stripped of his body.

When the shadow of the curse loomed, he only felt a tearing pain in the depths of his soul, like being torn off a piece of flesh and skin, but a hundred times more severe.

When the pain fades, nothing is left but darkness and hollowness.

In the darkness that is as solemn as substance, there is no direction, no perception, mutilation, emptiness, nothingness.

He could see a world of light somewhere in the middle of nowhere, separated from the darkness in which he was living.

It was the world of the living, where there was his dead corpse, the blood-colored paper cranes standing guard by the wooden tower, the moths dying in the cobwebs in the corner of the attic, and the green bamboos swaying in the wind with new sprouts drawn out of the courtyard.

Yes, he was able to "see" everything within the confines of the house.

He is not only Qi Zihuan anymore, but also Murakami Mandarin, Manami Midorikawa, Tsuyoshi Saeki, and Kawamata Coconut......

He was already part of the curse.

A strong hatred rushed over him like a tide, he felt death again and again, his jaw was forcibly torn off, his stomach was cut open by a sharp blade, his neck was suffocated by hemp rope, and he dug out a piece of flesh and blood in his chest......

Every injury, the fierce terror and terror, made him even more jealous, hateful, and hateful of the world of the living.

Not only resentful of Gacozi and Gangxiong, but also hatred and disgust for many more people...... The classmate who gave him a nickname in elementary school, the female teacher who ignored his existence in middle school, the customer who tried to bargain in the store and spewed foul words, the father who left him and turned away since he was a child, and Luo Xiaohui, who was cold and sarcastic in the ward...... There are also smiling girls in the supermarket, couples looking at each other affectionately in the candlelight of the restaurant, fathers watching their children play in the sun, and students pouring out of school at the school gate......

Whether he knew it or not, he hated everyone in this world except himself.

The blood-colored paper crane tilted its head, staring into an empty space somewhere, as if sensing a hint of struggle and restlessness in the silent air.

It fluttered anxiously, raising its head but not making a sound.

Until it saw the Kunlun mirror on the top of the wooden tower, it remembered that Qi Zihuan had specially wiped this mirror before he died, and the mirror was now clear and bright, but it was not this room that could be reflected, but like some unknown space.

It flapped its wings and floated in mid-air, desperately pecking at the mirror with its sharp little beak.

There was not a single scratch on the mirror, and there was no movement.

It hovered for a while, turned around, and only reached the edge of the formation guarded by the eight paper figures before turning around and rushing towards the Kunlun Mirror like a missile.

Bang!

There was a dull crashing sound, and there seemed to be an invisible wave in the air that spread with the sound.

The blood-colored paper crane fell to the ground, its neck and one of its wings completely broken, twisted and hanging.

Bang!

Qi Zihuan didn't hear in the dark, but he really felt the voice, and a trace of clarity returned to his soul, as if he reached out and grabbed a piece of driftwood in the violent storm of hatred.

He suddenly remembered that there was still a trace of spirit in the world over there, waiting for him to return.

He's not Gacoco or anyone else, he's who he is, he's just him - Qi Zihuan, a small-town young man who plays a single-player game in a shop.

If he wants to go back, he must find out the source of these hatreds.

Killed Gaco.

If someone who knows the Dao happens to be nearby, they will see the black qi in the house rolling uneasily, as if the inside is tearing and stirring.

……

Ga Coco looked at the noisy and enthusiastic scene in the izakaya and silently drank the strong tea in front of her.

This was her first class reunion since entering college, and although she didn't think about getting closer to any of her classmates, she couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she still attended.

Ga Coco never drinks alcohol, but perhaps because no one has ever raised a glass to her and says, "Ga Coconut, let's have a drink." ”

Since kindergarten, no matter how lively the environment is, she has always been alone, no one to play with her, not once.

The only thing she was with was a cat named "Little Black".

The sorority was nearing its end, and many people were already drunk and suddenly rushed out the door and vomited. Jia Coconut's stomach was swollen because of the strong tea he had drunk all night, and he also got up to go to the bathroom.

As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw a boy in the class squatting in the aisle at the door, probably just vomiting in the toilet, and there were washed water stains near his mouth.

He seems to be called Shunsuke Kobayashi.

Seeing him squatting there, he looked very uncomfortable, and suddenly the impulse that came out of nowhere drove her to the boy and silently handed the handkerchief in her pocket.

Xiao Lin raised his head, smiled a little shyly, looked at her with bloodshot drunken eyes, and whispered, "Thank you, Miss Kawamata." ”

Gacoco froze.

Xiaolin, how could he remember my name, it's only been a week since school started.

"Miss Kawamata, you look good in white." Kobayashi wiped his mouth with a clean handkerchief, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, and looked up and called out the name of Gaco.

Gacozi's heartbeat began to accelerate, and she felt that at this moment, she had fallen in love with the boy named Xiaolin in front of her.

Until he got up and walked back into the house, Gacoco stayed in the aisle, carefully feeling the emotions in his heart that he had never felt before, and did not want to return to the noisy crowd.

Suddenly, a man came around the corner, a little thin, and she didn't know him.

The man stopped in front of the coconut, looked at her fixedly, and said, "Fall in love with him?" ”

The man's voice seemed to have a kind of magic, directly telling the most hidden secret in her heart, exposing it in broad daylight.

Gacoco was flustered, but his mouth involuntarily replied, "Well, I like him." ”

"Do you know what love looks like?" The man's voice was hollow, and he said inexplicably.

Gacozi looked at him a little confused, not knowing how to answer.

"If a person suddenly feels a rush of heat, it makes people's whole heart warm, their cheeks hot, and they feel dizzy. It's called love. The man sighed, and suddenly the conversation changed, "But some people have too much resentment buried in their hearts, although they are still beating, they can no longer be hot, and they will always be cold." ”

Gacoco saw the man's right hand raised, and the palm turned into a black shadow.

"I don't understand what you mean, I'm going back." She was so frightened that she stepped back.

"I just wanted to tell you that you thought you were in love." The man's right hand shadow plunged deep into her left breast, "But actually, you don't deserve it." ”

In despair, Gacoco saw that he pulled out a dark red beating heart, hers.

The man smiled and stretched his heart out in front of her.

"Look, it's cold."