I listened closely, and it was indeed the barking of dogs, followed by an emotionally pleasurable, yet chilling swallowing.

Deep in this building lies something more dangerous than the dead.

It is alive and at the top of the food chain.

Once again, I was reminded of the drawing of the six-eyed vicious dog on the roof of the old toilet at school.

Whatever it was, I don't feel like I could avoid it. The canine has a keen sense of smell, and it will soon know that I am here, and wherever I flee, it will be impossible to escape its pursuit as long as it is in this place closed by walls and iron gates.

If I want to escape, I must find the key to open the iron lock.

I guess and hope that the reason why I am here, the third floor of the building, is not for nothing.

The six-eyed vicious dog on the roof of the old toilet is so realistic that it's like being truly alive, breathing every moment in a way we can't understand. The guy who left it there, whether he was human or something else, must have been wise.

Think about it, a wise fellow has planted a trap and thrown me and the others into this cruel realm, only in the hope that we will die like maggots?

If he wants us to be able to do something, he will definitely leave a hint of survival.

There are no errors in my logic.

This floor is safe for the time being, but as you can tell from the style of the door of the room, it is all ordinary living rooms, and there is no place to store the keys.

It's not a police station or something violent, and there's no weapon more powerful than an axe, and maybe it's the only place where there is such a fire axe.

So I'm going up and fighting that thing that might be a canine, and only where the boss is guarded can I have the most critical treasure.

If the person who designed me has intelligence, then this is the roughest and easiest test of the game.

Yes, it's a survival game, and that's what my reasoning came up with.

I'm not scared at all.

I walked up the stairs step by step.

With an axe in both hands, he smoked hard, sparks and smoke like the snort of a dragon.

Although I can't tell it from the outside, I have been called "Fearless River" since I was a child.

In the age of climbing trees, maneuvers on horizontal bars, walking on narrow corridor railings, jumping down high stairs and floors, climbing over high walls, and trying to climb cornices as children's games, everyone was unrestrained, not afraid of bleeding and broken bones, nor did they feel disgusting to step on frogs or eat roasted locusts, just to gain praise and admiration for bravery.

Of course, the adults disagreed, they were only afraid.

"How can you do that, it's too dangerous!"

"Who's your head?"

"Takakawa. He's amazing. ”

"Don't play with him! Do you hear that? I'm looking for his parents! This child needs to be educated well. ”

I was severely reprimanded, and my companions left one by one.

As they get older, adults teach children what fear is.

At first I was unrepentant, still running on the eaves and on top of the walls, but when I was the only one left, I was no longer able to do it in plain sight, it was so boring, and a little stupid, that the astonished eyes of others took me for a joke.

I became an honor student, not involved in dangerous behavior, not involved in sports activities, and focused on my studies. My dream in junior high school was to become a dynamics specialist, which required a high degree of education.

Nowadays, I am accustomed to looking like an honor student, combing my short and medium hair to reveal an intellectual and delicate face, and sometimes wearing flat glasses. The school uniform is meticulous, wrapping the well-proportioned body like a film, and I have also joined the student union and actively participated in the learning competition. At the end of each semester, the praise in the personal evaluation report almost overflows.

Still, I believe that the courage and strength of childhood fearlessness still lurk in body, soul, and blood.

With each step, the muscles fluttered more clearly, and in all these years, it had never been so strong as it was now, as if the thick rubber band had been gradually stretched to its limit. The blood is rushing, the heart is beating, and their voices are ringing in the ears.

I wanted to scream, and the shouts exploded in my chest.

Even with my eyes closed, I was confident that I could find a way forward.

The barking of the dog faded away.

It didn't leave, and I could feel its gaze scrutinizing its prey. It is such a creature, hiding, looking for opportunities, killing with one blow, this is not cowardice, but cunning.

Where is it hiding?

I stopped before I stepped up the last step.

The hallway was in front of me, and as long as I didn't take a step forward, there were solid walls on the left and right sides. There is no higher place than the fourth floor, which is the end of the battlefield.

I didn't see it, the view was blocked by the wall, so where exactly was it staring at me? What is certain is that the walls are not fortified against it at all.

On the left side of the hallway? Or on the right?

Maybe it doesn't rely on vision at all? Is it using smell and sound to determine my location? I thought I could try it.

I took off my school uniform jacket and threw it forward.

Whew-

It was as if the air had been torn apart.

The moment the school uniform flew into the hallway, it was as if it had been hit by something. Before I could see clearly, the whole coat bulged to the left as if it were covering some large object, and flew into the depths of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

I grabbed my axe and jumped into the hallway, lowering myself and taking a defensive stance towards the left side of the hallway. Even if I only glanced at it, I was sure that there was nothing on the right side, and that it was the body of the thing that flew the coat.

At a distance of about twenty meters, the coat loses the strength to fly and slowly falls by inertia.

I still don't know what it looks like.

To be exact, there was nothing ahead of me.

But I heard the sound of the heavy body falling to the ground, its angry gasps and menacing growls.

It's on the coat side, it's transparent, it's hidden in the air.

"Come here, I'm not afraid of you!" I spat out the cigarette butt and roared like a demonstrative.

I know what to do with this guy. I've seen danger, I've read all sorts of books, it's weird, but it doesn't make me fear of the unknown, because its existence can't match the imagination of human beings.

It's just an invisible beast, I've never seen it before, but there's nothing strange about it, in human fantasy, it's nothing more than an inferior weirdness, and humans have even come up with countless ways to kill it. ,

I know what blood and injuries are all about, and I know that beasts are not unscrupulous. I have more knowledge in my head than anyone else my age about what the five senses can do.

Just because you can't see doesn't mean you can't judge.

The air smells strong, and its body is strong and powerful, and when it jumps, it blows strong winds. My senses of hearing, smell, and skin are all contouring its contours.

It was provoked, barking fiercely, accompanied by a vicious wind, and it swooped straight at me, an invisible momentum that almost filled the entire hallway.

I feel like it's the size of two Great Danes combined.

The distance of twenty meters was shortened to one breath.

I swung the axe hard.

Nothing hit, and the wall on the left made a trampling sound.

Roll forward without thinking. The wind fell behind me, and then I jumped up again.

I didn't have time to get up, so I kept rolling and stabbed my axe like a spear into the top of the scorpion.

Poof-

A dull crashing sound.

The weight of the force was transmitted from my wrist to my shoulder, and it was so sore and painful that the axe almost came out of my hand, but I hit it.

It was propped open and leaped a few steps back. I also took a few steps backwards and half-crouched on the ground. If it wasn't a narrow hallway, but a wide lawn downstairs, it could have silently bypassed the front and attacked me from behind or from the side, but it wouldn't have been able to do it here.

This is the battlefield I chose.

It roared as it slowly pressed towards me, as if it was about to pounce on me next.

I kept the axe in the easiest position to chop and slowly retreated at its pace.

One advance and one retreat, as if there is a repulsive field between the two.

With only three meters left from the gate at the end of the corridor, I discreetly picked up my school uniform, like a matador, with a weapon in one hand and a red cloth teasing prey in the other.

Its purpose was achieved, and I was cornered.

I had no choice but to step forward.

I was about to take a step when it rushed up.

I slashed through the air again, and the sound of the ground still falling on the wall, and in an instant it flew up to the ceiling again.

There was no time to think, and I threw the axe at it with all my might.

It jumped onto the drag window with a thud, and the axe thuded into the wooden ceiling.

The glass suddenly splattered outwards and rained down the floor. I saw the reflection of walls, sky, and light being cut in the swirling fragments. Once again, it pounced.

I pulled my uniform away with both hands.

Its head and forelimbs slammed into the uniform, nearly tearing it apart. I quickly let go of my hand, and it was wearing the school uniform, and it castrated me unabated, knocking me into the air, and slamming it hard against the wall.

I felt as if I had been hit by a car traveling at 60 kilometers per hour, and my bones were shattered.

I spat out bloody spit, opened my eyes hard, jumped up at the axe embedded in the ceiling, and grabbed the handle.

The axe is embedded too deeply.

I hung from the handle of the axe, the beast in front and below it wrestling with the school uniform that covered its head, the raised shape of the fabric outlining its head.

I shook my waist and feet vigorously, and with the force of my forward swing, I tore off the axe.

By the time it tore its uniform to shreds, I had swung in front of me, the axe slamming down on its head. The force of force pierced through both wrists, and with a thud, a large amount of blood spurted from the place where the axe had slashed.

It screamed, leaped backwards with its axe, staggered, and finally collapsed to the ground. The invisible body slammed into the floor with a dull sound.

I sat on the ground, aching and wanting to just lie down.

Ahead, blood poured out of a breached water bag, staining the floor red in a few moments. The fur, soaked in red, emerges little by little in the air. Judging by the recognizable outline, it was indeed a strong canine creature.

Win! Thinking like this, my heart was full of joy, and I just sat on the ground, and Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed.

I was about to get up when behind me, the door at the end of the hallway opened with a sore tooth.

Shadows climb up against the laws of light and shadow.

Applause.

"It's so exciting." Said in a voice as low as night.