I collected the guns and crossbows from the dead.

Guards kept rushing from the corners and stairwells in front, obviously holding guns, but they didn't pull the trigger at the first time, just shook and threatened. I thought it was ridiculous that they didn't seem to understand the situation when the corpse was lying on the ground.

Maybe the ghost's smile scared them.

A young man pointed a gun at me, his tone trembling.

So I fired, and kept shooting, and every bullet pierced a person's head. I listened to the footsteps and shouts hidden behind the corners, and my ability to interlock allowed me to perceive their location in detail, even if I couldn't see them visually. I kept moving my feet and shaking my body, dodging the direction of the muzzle of the gun without worrying about being killed by bullets.

As soon as it senses, the body adjusts itself.

All I had to do was pull the trigger.

Compared to the dead bodies that can be invisible, and the monsters that cannot be killed with ordinary bullets, they are as fragile as porcelain.

Killing is difficult, but killing is easy.

A moment of passion and climax, followed by boredom and tedium.

A guest poked his head out, but quickly screamed and closed the door.

When I got to the top of the stairs, there were already piles of corpses.

Despite the fierce fighting, the guests did not dare to come forward because of the gunfire.

There were no more guards, and there was a dead silence behind him, except for the noise of the bar.

I felt like a lone hero.

I pulled out my cigarette, lit a fire, and stepped up the stairs. I deliberately stepped heavily to tell them about my arrival.

Why do you want to do this? Why can't you walk quietly? I obviously hate extraneous branches.

But......

Maybe.

Isn't it fun to kill and be killed, to do now?

Will it be you who will die? How far can you go? It's a chilling idea, and I'd like to try it anyway if I have the chance.

It made me feel like I was different.

It made me believe that I was different.

But when I think so, it is mixed with some kind of disapproval.

It's weird, my head starts to hurt.

From here, a camera was found on the wall, and I used a bullet to give it a temporary rest.

The guards on the second floor had been killed downstairs, and the hallway was empty. A man in disheveled clothes pushed open the door of the box and greeted me in amazement when he saw me. He didn't seem to know what was going on outside the hallway, maybe it was because the sound insulation of the box was too good, maybe his head wasn't clear in the first place.

"Dude, you're so cool in dressing." He said drunkenly.

"Thanks for the compliment." I say.

"I especially like your face. Are you singing? I didn't expect this store to have this kind of service, called, what's it called......? ”

He staggered over to him, and I put my arm around his shoulder.

"Go, go to the toilet." He snorted wine and said, "There, go there." ”

I took him to the toilet, which had a male and female entrance and a storage room. The entire second floor is a luxuriously decorated private room, and there is nothing unique about it, but recently strange things have happened in the toilet, and I think I should try my luck.

I pushed the man into the toilet and kicked him at the door of the locker.

The little red door was so sturdy that it didn't waver in the slightest, which made me feel like I was in the right place.

I was about to kick a second time when the red door was opened from the inside.

Familiar outfit.

People in uniform, wearing hats.

No one spoke, I stepped back and fired, the bullet flying to the head was blocked by the palm he had raised earlier. As if grasping a bullet, he threw the bullet on the ground. The flesh in the center of the palm was blurry, but it began to get better between breaths.

I shot him in the rest of the area until I ran out of magazines. He was beaten backwards, but when the gunfire stopped, he only tensed his muscles and let out a beastly roar, and the bullets embedded in his body squeezed out of the bloody hole.

He lifted his face, his eyes bloodshot like an enraged beast, and the sound of his inhalation seemed to suck his surroundings into a vacuum.

I threw away the pistol without bullets. He took out an iron rod from behind him, grabbed it with both hands as if he were lifting weights, and stretched his body towards it, compressing the air in his lungs. His pupils focused on me, as if looking up at some formidable presence in the void.

What did he see?

His mind was obviously abnormal, his sight and voice were in a trance after the medication.

Like the man in the hat I once met, he took the potion called "Paradise".

There is no doubt about the power of the medicine, ordinary pistol bullets have no effect, and he will be caught by shooting crossbow arrows. Crazy and arrogant, just like the trio I faced at Sakuya's house.

"You're going to die here." In a heavy nasal voice, he said, "In the name of truth." ”

Stupid jokes.

I drew my dagger and stepped forward, and he came up to me with an iron rod. Attack at the same time as if in a duel.

The collision of velocity and force.

Daggers and clubs are splashed with sparks, and neither side can actually break through the opponent's defensive circle.

Forty times in five seconds, testing the limits of what human beings can reach.

Rolling, dodging, aiming at the vital point, as long as it is effective, there is no need to care about ugliness and embarrassment, on the tightrope of life and death, self-esteem and face are meaningless.

Neck and neck.

The characteristic dagger mixed with gray stone has no cutting advantage in the face of iron rods.

The self who smokes gray stones, the man in the hat who takes "Paradise", and the strength of the motor function is roughly the same when the weight of the equipment is counted. The difference in the experience and reaction of each other's battles, plus the deviation value of the ability to correct the chain judgment, is also similar.

This is the end of the temptation.

Even though I didn't have the Greystone bullets and couldn't deliver the fatal blow as easily as last time, I came prepared this time.

When the attack becomes inertia.

The armor of his left hand popped out of the arm blade, and the sudden sharp weapon immediately caught the man off guard and retreated in fright. I rolled on the ground, the blades of my hands wringing into his ankles, and whistled from my mouth. The man was forced to jump to his feet, and a black shadow pounced on him from behind his side. The sound of the wind hitting the back of the head immediately drew the man's attention away.

Shadows and iron rods passed by.

The staggered blades on the ground cut off the man's ankle in an instant. ,

He fell to the ground with a scream, and the black shadow swirled down to his face, taking the opportunity to peck at his eyes.

He tried to drive him away, but I cut off his fingers, and the iron rod fell to the ground along with his fingers, and he screamed heartbreakingly, and his eyeballs were pulled out by the sharp beak.

Quark fluttered his wings with his eyeballs in his mouth and jumped away.

The man in the hat covered his hollow eye socket with his left hand, which was still intact, and a large amount of blood continued to pour out from between his fingers.

"Eyes! Eye!

Ahh

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ”

He rolled over and groped for his fingers and feet, the blood gushing from the crack smeared by his clothes, leaving a large wet stain on the ground, and I stepped forward and kicked them all away as he touched them.

"Bastard! Bastard! He inhaled in pain and slurred his voice, "How did you do that?" My body is invulnerable, how can I be knifed...... ...... by a mere knife"

I didn't answer, just crouched down, stabbed the dagger against the floor of his intact left hand, and pressed his feet hard to check the wound at the fracture.

Flat wounds, blood vessels and muscles wriggle as if in a dying throes, shrinking one by one as if chewing.

"It won't kill me." Perhaps trying to use his sense of superiority to vent his pain of defeat and pain, the man in the hat chuckled, "Even if you get your throat cut, it will be ...... quickly Soon...... Fast...... Uh......"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath grew weak.

"For ...... For what...... Can't stop ......? ”

The blood flowed quickly, and the muscles and blood vessels of the broken wound no longer struggled, and they were paralyzed as if they were dead.

I walked over to his head and examined his pupils, and when my blank gaze met mine, it suddenly tightened, and he seemed to see something terrifying.

"Don't, don't...... Don't, ahhh He screamed and shook his head vigorously.

Poisoned, hallucinated, convulsions of the body, catering to a gradually weakened heartbeat.

"What do you see?"

"Evil, demon...... It's, it's coming to pick me up...... Ha, haha...... Ha Lu haha...... "Empty eye sockets, blood flowed down his cheeks, and some kind of complex and inexplicable look rose to his mutilated facial features," flesh and blood are like grass and trees...... Glory...... Like an epiphany, grass, grass will wither, and flowers will wither...... Ahem...... However...... Death is not the end, just as it is true...... Forever ......"

I couldn't understand what he was talking about.

I plunged the blade of my arm into his heart and shattered it completely.

He then wiped the murder weapon clean with his clothes and dragged the body and stumps into the storage room. Turn on the faucet at the handwashing area, connect the hose, and wash the blood on the floor with a stream of water.

At this time, a guest walked in and out, but he immediately covered his nose, folded his feet, and hurried away with a disgusted expression.

Then I walked into the storage room with Quark and closed the red door again.