I didn't wake up, and when I was thinking, I felt like a loose bolt spinning. I felt like I was floating in a pool of warm water, up and down with the waves, and my body could feel the entanglement of another body. Tomie's body, plump and elastic, while her body burned with a flame of greed, almost burning the memories of a few hours of tumbling. When I opened my eyes, Tomie was naked, leaning against the head of the bed and flipping through his notebook. The only light in the room was the brightness of the moment when the lightning came. After that, the thunder was gone, filtered by the doors and windows, and only the rustling of the rain, and our breathing, the explosion of sparks in the fireplace, was the only sound in the room.

I have no doubt that Tomie could read the words in the book even when the sparkle had receded and only darkness remained. After all, even if she looks like a human being, she is not human in nature.

Tomie is the "ultimate weapon", no matter which apocalyptic illusion it is, I have never doubted that this identity will be lost in time with the disappearance of the past apocalyptic illusion. I've never been able to understand how Tomie's identity is connected to other current mystical organizations, especially the Doomsday Shinrikyo in this apocalyptic fantasy. Just as in the past I have never prevented her from leaving, nor have I ever peeked into her secrets, I still do not hold her into her activities outside of my observations.

Tomie is my wife, but even so, she is still an enigmatic woman to me. Her thoughts are often very simple, but in the context of her non-pure identity, it would seem out of place to say only "simple" words. I don't know Tomie, and nothing has changed in the time I've spent with her.

When did Tomie become my wife. How long have we been together like this? As I stroked her skin, I couldn't help but think of this kind of problem that I didn't usually care about. However, the answer is also vague. It felt like we had been together for so long, so long that we didn't even need words to get to know each other. But in theory, as I said before, I may be transparent to Tomie, but Tomie is mostly hidden in the fog for me. Perhaps, it was the strangeness of the experience, the strangeness of the situation, the harshness of the environment, and the activities full of mysteries that gave me the illusion that "this is a long time".

Simply by what you can know. In terms of physical counting time, I have not even had two years since I first met Tomie, married her, then died in the doomsday fantasy, died in the reality of the hospital, and was reborn in the doomsday fantasy. Now I feel like I've been through so much and matured. But even if I accumulate the time of the apocalyptic illusion and the reality of the hospital, my Takakawa personality has probably just turned eighteen.

That's it. I'm the year I graduated from high school.

I touched my forehead and sat up from the bed, and when I thought about it, I felt that there were so many incredible things about my past experiences that it felt like a dream.

"Not dreaming?" Tomie suddenly spoke. She caressed my skin as she flipped through the books, and she always did it, as if she would never be satisfied, and she never hid her desires. But got along for such a long time. I already have a clear sense that she looks like she's full of fiery ** on the outside, and very straightforward in her behavior, but on the inside it seems to be a biological reproduction**. Sometimes I can't be sure what kind of thoughts, what kind of goals, and what kinds of needs she has to make love to me. It is undeniable that with her, physical and psychological needs can always be satisfied, but in the afterglow of passion, you will feel a sense of fear in the face of inhumanity.

I'm used to it, but that doesn't mean I can't feel it, and it doesn't mean I can ignore it completely.

Zhenjiang, Tomie or Zuojiang are all good, the more there is no distance between them, the more you can feel the inhuman side behind the humanoid river, all their behaviors are the same as normal women, and the same behavior as normal human beings, although it can't be said, giving people a sense of disguise, but it does make me deeply feel that its starting point is completely different from the starting point of human beings doing those things.

The atmosphere in the room exudes a strong smell of love. I held her hand playing with my lower body, but she grabbed it backwards, wrapped it around her waist, and placed it on her own huge breasts. Even with such suggestive movements, Tomie's expression didn't change at all, without the slightest hint of the desire and softness of female lust, just simple and calm, flipping through the words, but it didn't seem like he was immersed between the lines, just ordinary concentration, looking casually.

Sometimes, her behavior and expression are so disjointed that it is difficult for people to guess what is going on in her heart.

"No dreaming." I say. It's been a long time since I've had a clear dream like my previous sleep. I don't know when I have been surrounded by nightmares with different contents, and these nightmares are sometimes more real and clear than reality. Tomie and I have been together for a long time, and of course I am very aware of the fact that I always have nightmares.

When Tomie heard me, he put down the notebook in his hand and looked at me with a wanton gaze, and she said, "Very interesting story." You've really been holding on all the time, Achuan. "The lightning outside the window illuminated the cover of the notebook, the diary I had been using to record my experiences—in fact, if it were in the reality I imagined, without any mystery, it would be impossible for these diaries to remain undamaged, and they would not always be by my side.

However, in the apocalyptic vision, when I realized it, this diary would appear next to me, maybe in my hand, maybe on the table, maybe on the bed, although I never thought it would be lost in the past, and it didn't actually happen, let alone if it was replaced, but now I don't care if I realize this seemingly strange problem.

No matter how many fierce and brutal battles I have had, no matter how many diaries I have written, this book has never changed in my memory, it has not disappeared, it has not been destroyed, it seems that it will never be full of words-and-then. Is its cover really what I think "that's it" now?

I was once called the "Oblivion City Textbook", a name that was also famous in the occult because the contents of the diary were enough to make any normal person feel crazy. I felt that if I let other people read the text, it would drive them crazy, so even if I initially tried to compile it into a story because I wanted to publish it. However, the only person who actually read this diary from beginning to end is Tomie in my memory.

Yes, even Dr. Nguyen Lê, for various reasons, did not "read" these stories from beginning to end as a pure reader.

From this point of view. The most loyal reader of my story is Tomie. Although the personality embodiment of the same humanoid Jiang, Zhenjiang, who is more like a mentally ill person, and Zuojiang, who is most in line with the posture of a good wife and mother, will not read this diary with interest and initiative like Tomie.

When I realized this, I sometimes felt like I had written these diary stories from my own experiences. It is for Tomie that zài is saved. If there is no Tomie, then. As a record of "stories for people to read", it loses its fundamental meaning.

Tomie doesn't go crazy even if he reads my story, no matter how bizarre the things I write, and the settings that traverse different apocalyptic fantasy worlds. It makes memories confuse, the story is complicated, and it's full of psychopathic babes - even if it's full of things that are very unkind to the reader, Tomie never gives up.

When she reads, she doesn't pay very much attention. Of course, the attitude is not a die-hard reader.,It's just such an ordinary way to read a story that seems to be able to continue.,But this kind of attitude.,Instead, I think she has a weird place no less than Mae.。

"Interesting story." I don't know exactly what she saw when she described the part she had just seen, but even when she said "interesting", there wasn't much of a "find interesting" expression on her face.

"The world is different, Ajiang." I said in a deep voice. The contents of the diary are all recorded by me from my own personal perspective, and the story itself is true to me, excluding those decorative terms. However, Tomie didn't fully experience these stories with me, so what did she think about the situation about "E", about "apocalyptic visions" and "hospital reality", and even about various "nightmares"? And the story is full of my conjectures about the changes of these things, what does she think of these thoughts?

I've never taken the initiative to ask Tomie.

"I know what you're trying to ask, Achuan." Tomie said calmly, closing the diary, putting it aside, taking out another cigarette and lighting it for herself and me, "Actually, I don't know everything clearly. You know, I'm just one of many personalities in this body, and I don't quite have the memories of other personalities acting. It is very common for me to do inexplicable things when I am conscious, and I don't know them. She took a long puff of her cigarette, and although I thought she was saying something sad, she didn't seem to think so, "Actually, this kind of life, in my opinion, is the most convenient." Because I don't care about these things at all. ”

Tomie looked at me with a serious and stern gaze, and once again emphasized, "Perhaps, for you, Agawa, questions such as 'what is the world like, what is the environment in which you live?' are questions that have to be explored, and they are questions that cannot be avoided. But for me, these questions are completely meaningless. She paused, as if to explain it more clearly, and said, "I'm not interested in these things. I don't care where I live, I don't care what the truth of the world is, I don't think about how life works and what meaning it is. When I stand soberly in a certain place, to face the various situations that come one after another, imaginable and unexpected, to accept their existence, to adapt to their existence, and then to take action as a matter of course, this is the way I choose to live. ”

So, the extremely complex questions in my diary that are unimaginably hard to break your head have never been a problem for her—she doesn't care, she doesn't care, she doesn't think, it doesn't matter if it's true or not. Only situations that can be accessed and observed, which are present at her immediate side, interfering with or being interfered with by herself, will stimulate her reaction.

I suddenly understood that Tomie seems to be active, but in fact, it is very passive and full of adaptability. Her adaptation is not very human, analyzing and thinking about the environment around her, and then blending into it, or rebelling. Her own adaptability allows her to be a part of the situation no matter what she is facing, without the need to understand.

Is there a difference between the apocalyptic illusion of the past and the apocalyptic fantasy of the present? Save zài a hospital reality that is suspiciously realistic, and the doomsday illusion is just a spiritual world? "River" and "virus" exist in zài, and are closely related to any humanoid river? It didn't matter, and I never thought about it seriously, and even if I saw it in my diary, I just saw it as a story - I finally understood that this was Tomie's own way of thinking, and she never took these complicated things behind the scenes, but only looked at them.

It is precisely because she simply stares at the qiē that she can focus on the situation that is happening more than anyone else, and adapt to it, conquer it, and destroy it faster than anyone else. Therefore, she seems unreasonably powerful.

"You've got too many distractions." Tomie said to me seriously: "Ah Chuan, what is the world like, whether you are alive, or dead, or dead and alive, whether you are a normal person or a mentally ill person, whether you are weak and sickly or powerful, is it really that important and meaningful to you?" "Fighting is simple, and victory doesn't matter what you are, what the world is, or what the future is. When a battle takes place, the only thing that determines whether you can win or not is how you respond to the battle in front of you. And whether you win the battle in front of you or not determines your situation after this battle. You know? It's just that, it has nothing to do with what kind of world you are in, what kind of person you are, or what state you are in. ”

I understand what Tomie meant, and although many of my thoughts are closely related to me from a long-term perspective, in fact, the problems I have to face are simpler, more substantial, and closer to those that are revealed by my thinking. Just like the current situation on the peninsula, although considering the conspiracy behind the mysterious organizations of all parties, it seems that this is a mysterious event full of shady scenes, and a huge vortex has swept everyone on the peninsula, but what I have to face is only the enemy who finally stands in front of me.

"It's a pointless thing to think about what the enemy will be like in the future." Tomie stepped out of bed, facing the lightning and thunder, stretching his limbs, the curves full of roundness, as if accumulating the power of nuclear fission. Even if she is naked, people can't give birth to obscene thoughts.

"At the end of the day, as long as it's an enemy, it must be defeated. Before defeating the future enemy, first defeat the enemy who comes to you. The so-called world, the so-called life, is to face the enemies that come to you one by one and completely defeat them, regardless of how they came to the front of them, and it doesn't matter what they are. Tomie turned around, and under the shadow, the corners of her mouth curled hideously, and the smooth muscle lines seemed to glow in the explosion of lightning and thunder, "The truth? Authentic? Unreal? Hmph, I don't know what to say. When you meet the enemy, you will fight, and when you see the enemy, you will be killed. This is life, this is the world, it is the only thing that cannot be escaped, the most true reality! ”

"Ah Chuan, it is necessary to think, but if you are swallowed by problems, you are just a slave to thinking! Don't ask why, don't ask yourself what to do, if you are a destined enemy, you will definitely come to you at some point. All you need to do is kill it when it comes to you. It's that simple. (To be continued......)