The interlocutor, it is not clear whether his real gender is male or female, and his true appearance is not clear, and once he encounters him, it is possible that the other party is not using a real body. And these ambiguous manifestations are the characteristics of many consciousness walkers. The greatest threat and the greatest safeguard of the consciousness walker are the interference and activities at the level of consciousness. The commonality of the consciousness walker is often stronger than the personality of a specific consciousness walker, and the ability of the "interlocutor" is more inclined to "talk" than other consciousness walkers I have seen, so it is called a "talker", but in addition to this individuality, the commonality of any consciousness walker can be seen in him.

It doesn't take much personal research to communicate with the "interlocutor" and understand it, and the strength of this guy does not lie in his own special features, but more in the identity of the "consciousness walker".

Whenever the time of year, the behavior of the consciousness walker will always feel mysterious and thus strongly threatened.

The interlocutor is just in this particular stage of time, place, and event, and there is some kind of peculiarity. I think that if everything is determined by the "script", he must not be an important character throughout the play, or even an important supporting role, even during this time, his actions seem to be very conspicuous, which makes me a little concerned.

After all, he was the one who betrayed the NOG team after me, only I became an independent executor, and his position was more inclined to doomsday truth.

As a powerful consciousness walker, he has too much to prove himself to and doesn't need to explain why he is in this graveyard at this very moment.

To be exact, it is the strangest that he does not come.

He just came maybe earlier than the others.

I'm still not sure. This time, standing in front of me is his true face.

The "interlocutor" is like a moment of silence, facing the tombstones, but it doesn't make me feel that he is paying a silent tribute to those tombstones.

After a while, he seemed to become more melancholy than before. In the past, he was full of passion for the truth of the end times. He seems to be able to perceive the existence of the "river" in my body through the movement of his consciousness, and from this point of view, he should be a confirmer of the "river", but he is not an observer like me. Anyone who can have a direct relationship with "Jiang" and "Virus" will become crazy, and I have also thought that this may be his final betrayal of the NOG team. And the reason for being more inclined to the Doctrine of Doomsday Shinrikyo.

"River" and "virus" are theoretically very similar, or in other words, they are different manifestations of the same thing under different observations.

However, the passion and madness of the past were not shown in him in front of him.

The calm and melancholy interlocutor, like the hermit who has seen through the essence of things, quietly examines these tombstones. Of course he knew I was coming. He didn't turn his head, he just asked me, "You're actually dead." Right? You are not real at all, Takakawa in London is Takakawa in the real sense, and you are just a phantom of him under some mysterious influence! ”

Phantom? It's ridiculous that he himself might even be and now confronts me with this concept. But. After recognizing the existence of "Jiang" and "virus", and being exposed to the relevant information of "hospital reality", it is indeed possible to become disillusioned with the so-called "reality", and instead question the existence of oneself, others, and even the world.

From a psychological point of view, the more experienced adults are. The more unshakable their view of themselves, others, and the world becomes, the more determined the occultists are than ordinary people, and the consciousness walkers are the most strong-willed of the occultists. Because only a strong enough will can face strange and vicious mysterious events, and survive in the strange and unpredictable world of consciousness.

This is a characteristic that survival itself requires and the things themselves must have, however, even if they are relatively ordinary people, compared to most occult experts, they have a stronger will, and a more stable cognitive method, they still have to bear a great impact when facing the "mystery".

This shock will collapse ordinary people, and then the occult experts, and then the people with the strongest will among the occultists. From the perspective of the concept of "mystery", there is no definite value that allows people's intelligence, reason, and will to reach or surpass this value to be safe and sound, or to have resistance to such mysteries.

The concept of "mystery" is inherently unpredictable, based on the notion that the unknown is infinite and that there is something whose truth can never be known. Therefore, the only way to know "how strong your resistance is and whether you can survive a mysterious event" is to go through a mysterious event, and if you survive, you can only say "you have resistance to this mysterious event".

However, such a result cannot be completely substituted for any other mysterious event that seems similar on the surface. This means that when the next mysterious event comes, someone who survived the "mystery" in the past is not actually "100%" sure that he will not die and will not collapse.

Theoretically, even with the power of the "repeater", the chance of death and collapse is at least 30% or more. It's just that when the odds come true, only the odds that will be realized are meaningful. Thirty percent and seventy percent, in such a practical sense, there is not much difference.

Obviously, the guy in front of me, the "interlocutor" who has taken a strong stance and performed extremely well in past negotiations, is also on the verge of collapse for some reason.

When he was silent, he might not feel it, but when he spoke, the sense of despair was so strong that it approached the sick in the chapel.

Is it because the "deepest night" has come? I couldn't help but think about it, and took a brief look at the gloomy sky, at this time, the light around me was rapidly falling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few breaths, it was completely swallowed up by the hazy gray black.

Such a clear change is in line with the scene. As if it was hinting at something.

What an irony! I can't help but think. It's supposed to be a very powerful guy.,But,When you're devoured by despair.,The adaptability and resistance to the "mystery" that you usually show has no effect at all.。 Some people can still hold on a little, but the person in front of them. It looks like it can't hold on anymore.

I began to think that maybe he hadn't come here to ask me for an answer, as he had thought, or maybe he was trying to kill me. On the contrary, his behavior seemed to me to be like begging for death.

No, in the face of the "interlocutor" in front of him, there is no longer a need to think about the reason why he is standing here at this time. I'll give it to him. It wasn't what he wanted from the beginning, but what I had to make him be-

Dead person.

I took a deep breath.

“…… Maybe you're right, but I don't feel like I'm a phantom. I answered after a gap of three seconds.

"Pathetic fellow!" The interlocutor's tone began to feel a little emotional, "You are doing things that you don't think you want, but you think it's your own business." The real Takakawa, cut out all the stupid delusions, this is your essence! ”

"Whatever you want. Maybe you're right, but for me personally. It doesn't make any sense. I said calmly. Of course, I thought about such assumptions myself, but I finally recognized the meaning of my own existence. Therefore, even if it is said to be false by others, there is no superfluous thought.

"That's all you want to say?" I stared at him. Pulling the long knife out of its sheath, "Well, there is no need to say any more." ”

He snorted unwillingly, an emotional expression I had never seen from him before. Something must have happened to him. But it has nothing to do with me. I don't care how his inner journey has changed.

At this point, anyone who is not a friend will become an enemy.

There is only one way to deal with the enemy.

Straightforward, brutal, simple, but, stable enough.

The invisible high-speed passage connected the two of us, and in an instant, the distance between us had been shortened to zero, and then we staggered.

I stood on my feet and backhanded the blade in the air. The "interlocutor", who had been cut in half, had just separated, and the new "interlocutor" had already emerged from the air of nothingness, leaped out of the air, held a pistol in each hand, and fired at me at the same speed as a machine gun.

The trajectory of the bullet is clearly visible under the observation of the chain judgment, and the raised blade accurately knocks it down. I didn't even move my feet much, just shaking my body to avoid other bullets that weren't going to hit me.

At the same time as the sparks flew, the figure of the "interlocutor" began to disillusion, and the flow of the gray mist began to become abnormal - the fourth-level magic pattern made me very sensitive, and the hunter's seal limited the absorption and reuse of the gray mist, adding a shackle to all the abilities generated by the magic pattern, so that its utility could not reach the limit of what it could bear, let alone exceed. Even if it is a "talent" such as a chain judgment, it is difficult to reach the overload on its own as it is under normal circumstances. However, this seal is not entirely just a restriction that reduces combat effectiveness.

As a hunter, I have at least some of the characteristics that make me a "hunter" stronger than normal, such as the ability to feel, intuitive judgment, and speed of reactions.

Following feelings, making intuitive judgments, and finally acting on the first reflex action - I have captured the position of the "interlocutor".

I didn't try to guess which figure I was fighting with now was the real "interlocutor", or whether the real "interlocutor" was already on this battlefield, because, for me, these answers were "no need to think", directly from feeling intuition to reacting.

Before I even had time to think twice, Swift Sweep had already connected to a new target, and before I could even "think", I had slashed the figure with a sword.

In the next moment, the dense bullets turned into mist and gently brushed past me. And the owner who shot this dense rain of bullets has been kicked the tombstone by me. This time, the body that was smashed on the tombstone did not disappear, and the tombstone was hit by this body, and it immediately broke in half.

The "interlocutor" lay on the ground, trying to sit up, but struggled for a while to do so. I don't know if I'm getting stronger, he's getting weaker, or both, but this time it's a much more hearty fight than the last one, and it's clear that the opponent is at a disadvantage.

I didn't feel the mysterious and oppressive things from the "interlocutor" at this time.

My instincts tell me that this is because the erosion of despair from the deepest night didn't kill him immediately, but it did take something from him in advance.

It was a terrible night.

In retrospect, the state of mind that I developed after the emergence of those new types of weirdness also had obvious characteristics of despair erosion, but I was not self-aware of myself when I fell into that state at that time. The effect of this deepest night on me was not much worse than the few dangerous and mysterious events I had encountered in the past.

The erosion of despair in the depths of the night is mandatory, mysterious and unconscious, and even the occult experts who are positioned as strong cannot fully resist it, as evidenced by the current situation of the "interlocutor".

The "interlocutor" is a consciousness walker who, in the past, has had a resistance to this erosion of consciousness and emotions that other occult experts do not have, and has extensive experience dealing with similar occult events. However, theoretically speaking, the consciousness walker itself is the closest to the "mystery" at the level of consciousness, and its direct influence and impact are also the most profound among the occultists.

I walked up to the "interlocutor", and he raised his face unnaturally to meet me, and I couldn't help but ask, "Haven't you realized it yet?" ”

There was a moment of confusion on his face, but soon all that remained was despair in his eyes. The thick sense of despair made his eyeballs seem to be covered with a layer of gray mist, like frosted glass, looking dazed.

In the blink of an eye, I had stepped on his hand, plunged the blade into his head, pierced it and sinked into the ground.

The "interlocutor's" body twitched a few times, and immediately lost the color of flesh and blood, and the exposed part of the clothes seemed to turn into ashes in the middle of a breath. Then, the body cracked, scattered, and dissipated into ashes in the wind. I raised my right hand, and the ashes were immediately sucked into the pattern. A burning sensation originated from the magic mark on the wrist, and when it entered the body, it quickly subsided due to a certain sensation from the hunter seal on the forehead. (To be continued......)