The sound of gunshots and chainsaws continued to sound on the other end of the two cars, but it was these deathly cold sounds that made me feel more and more like a transcendent silence surrounding me. Shirai and I stared at each other quietly, and I felt as if our eyes were communicating something, but maybe nothing.

Those beastly pupils made my throat feel like a scorching charcoal, hoarse and chapped, as if every time I exhaled, my mouth was filled with the bitter taste of almonds.

The guy who lost everything, and in order to get revenge for the loss of everything, will eventually abandon himself, leaving only a beast-like shell.

I don't want to be so miserable.

The guy named "Shirai" who is crouching in front of me now seems to let me see the reflection of my future.

One day, the amount of power I have will also make me lose everything, and I will end up like this?

This irrepressible thought turned into a cloud of fear that consumed my heart.

"Speak, Shirai, if you remember your original wish, and why you wanted to be like this, then answer me! The person who killed Morino is over there, don't you see? It's over there! Her name is Zuo Jiang, her name is Tomie, and her name is Zhenjiang! ”

I yelled at him, and Shirai was just breathing long, the night wind tugging at the bandage on the side of his face, and the vertical pupils that opened and closed seemed to be thinking. The light moonlight fell on his body with the drift of the clouds, and I felt extremely sad about it.

I don't want to be like him.

"No, no, I still have Tomie, Tomie won't die as easily as Morino."

Just as I was thinking this, I seemed to hear Tomie's screams, I turned my head, and saw the world on the other side of the car distorted, the deformed human body, the pitch-changing voice, the incomparably bright colors, the incomparably tragic situation, and countless pieces of information instantly drilled into my brain along my line of sight.

I screamed, and my heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds.

What is it? Spatially superpowered?

I turned my gaze back to Shirai in disbelief, his head seemingly occupied by the wild pupils for a split second. In the blink of an eye, the silhouette of the white well, it seems, for a moment, only the vertical pupil remains. When I opened my eyes in horror, I suddenly found that Shirai was still crouching there intact.

What I saw was nothing but an illusion.

I felt like a red-hot needle had been inserted into my head, and I couldn't help but hold it down in pain.

The pain cleared my mind, and I knew that I had made a big mistake, that I should not have thought about these things in the middle of a battle, but these thoughts were like mud deposited at the bottom of a pond, stirred by a force, and involuntarily tumbling up. It made me feel very clearly how my brain was getting cloudy.

It was at this moment that I seemed to hear a voice from the depths.

Hey, Takakawa.

Who?

In dreams, everything comes to life.

What dreams?

The only way to wake up is to realize that something isn't right.

Who's talking?

It's me, Takakawa.

Who?

Takakawa.

I began to feel that something was wrong with me, and everything I saw, thought, and heard, became strange. While there is nothing wrong with sensibility, it is a more mechanical, cold and rational reflection that makes it all look like an abstract painting by Picasso.

It's like...... I'm getting out of control.

Losing control of my thoughts and actions, an invisible force interfered with my self-control.

As an honor student, I don't allow myself to get out of control.

However, the voice in the depths of the soul is saying, why don't you try to get out of control?

"Because I'm Takakawa."

"I'm Takakawa too." The voice in front of me said, "I want to try to get out of control." ”

I let go of the hand that was holding my forehead, looked up, and was horrified to find that Shirai's head had changed to a different shape. It was no longer a bandaged silhouette, but a cold, cruel face.

That's the face of the murderer Takakawa!

I...... Dreaming?

"Yes, you're dreaming, but in this dream, everything comes to life." The killer stood up, grabbed a kitchen knife in each hand, and posed in the shape of a cross in front of him, his body tightly wrapped in bandages becoming extremely strong as if it were inflated.

"The art of decapitation in the heart. If you are injured and die here......" the murderer galloped towards me, laughing maniacally, "I won't wake up with nothing happening!" ”

I immediately raised my weapon to shoot, but there was no suitcase in my raised hand. The murderer came to me in an instant, the horrific face less than a centimeter from my nose, and the only eyeball that wasn't obscured by the paint was the same pupil as Shirai's.

Haha

He let out a wild giggle and stabbed a kitchen knife into my stomach before my stiff brain could react, a cold light in the shape of a cross flashing across my chest and abdomen as the signals of pain passed through my nerves.

Shirai jumped back like a gust of wind, leaving me stunned to look at where I had been hurt.

Disemboweling, like a cardboard box that has been cut, the muscle layer is torn open, completely exposing the interior to the air.

There's nothing in there!

There were no internal organs in my open body, just a swirling gray mist. It is like the heart, like the Milky Way, like the center of the universe, quietly rotating itself.

The pain rushed into the brain.

I couldn't help but hold my head and scream.

"What's wrong? Honor student, are you suffering? "The killer jumped left and right, and came at me again.

I quickly backed away, fumbling for my weapons, but there was nothing left but the dagger. I endured the pain and pressed the open belly back and stabbed the killer with a dagger as he came into range. Distraught and disorganized, he naturally dodged away with ease and disappeared in front of me with great lightness.

I followed the afterimage he left behind, and when I caught the face on the right, two kitchen knives almost removed my arm. I managed to hold his kitchen knife with a dagger, only to be kicked in the jaw by his whirlwind, and the impact almost broke my neck. Immediately after that, he grabbed his arm, and in an instant, the world in front of me was suddenly reversed.

I was slammed to the ground, twisted to my back, and cut off by the murderer.

I didn't care about screaming, I just wanted to run away, I crawled to the side, but the murderer didn't catch up. He tilted his head, opened his mouth, and stuck out his long, lizard-like tongue to meet the blood that flowed from his severed arm.

The amount of blood on that severed arm was so great that it trickled like a stream, and when the murderer closed his mouth and looked at me, his face was still drenched in bright red, and his eyes full of wild murderous intent were also bloody. Although I felt pain, there was not a drop of blood from the broken arm, and there was no white bones, and the musculature was wrapped in a thick gray mist.

It's just a dream. I tried to convince myself that I could ignore the pain and return to my calm nature.

"I don't like the look in your eyes." The murderer said to me, "Whether it's the unrestrained emotions or the boiling of blood, you always have to control them." ”

"I don't think so." I took a deep breath and replied, "I'm going to do something that isn't in my own interest on the spur of the moment." ”

"Tut-tut, you see, this way of speaking." Once again, the killer put his knives together, "Question! After thinking about it, can it still be considered an impulse? After being measured, is the relationship really surging? When you decide to get your blood pumping, is that really blood boiling? ”

Reply! He didn't wait for me to speak, and immediately shouted loudly. Impulsiveness is not only thoughtless, unrestrained feelings do not need to be measured, but blood boiling is acting before decision.

"So......" his voice and body turned into a gust of wind, "your very existence is a paradox, Honors Taka Chuan. ”