The chaotic, outspoken, and rough lines kept shaking, crowding my brain, and the outlines of people, words, were like pictures that were turned over. Reading at zero o'clock. What I saw, heard, and felt was so different from what I normally saw and heard at this moment—words like "I didn't expect it to be you, Mr. Takakawa, who found this place first," came out of the air and appeared on the lips of this male figure. I didn't even hear my own answer, but I felt as if I had become a character in the drawing, sketching the shape with rough and intricate lines, standing in front of the labyrinth of the same lines, diagonally facing the male figure from a ten-twisted angle.

Then, the words came to the lips of the humanoid "I": "...... Didn't expect you to be alive, Jung. ”

My mind is full of images like this. I can't quite understand who this male figure is. What is it that makes my mind full of images of such chain judgments, so that I can still "think before I speak"? No, I don't feel like I'm talking, because I can't hear myself. I feel that I can't really "think" deeply, and my brain seems to have no room left to "think deeply", but in fact, when I "see" myself saying such things, I already understand that it is not that I have not "thought deeply", but that part of the "thinking" is not the same as that of normal people. Moreover, in addition to caring about his state at this time, he was also extremely surprised by the "Jung" he blurted out.

The image that is reflected in the mind with the self-image observed by the chain judgment, the human figure that is completely outlined with lines shows a "surprised" look, although the facial features are not clear, but it is a very vivid way of depiction.

On the opposite side of the "me", the male figure seems to have stripped off a layer of his own skin—in fact, it may have only taken off the cloak that shrouds it—revealing more defined features than before. In the picture that the chain judgment presents in the mind, the facial features are simple and hideous, circles, squares and triangles make up the eyes, nose and mouth, and the edges of each outline are constantly twisting, looking strange and hideous, completely different from the appearance of normal people, but I think, if I really only see with my eyes, Jung is still the Jung I know.

Of course, Jung of this doomsday fantasy only knows me in this doomsday fantasy, only I am different, I have seen him in this doomsday illusion, and I also know that he in the past doomsday illusion, my friendship with him, my unilateral impression and emotion of him, is far from as weak as he thought.

I think it's better to get rid of this out-of-control, chain-based observation as soon as possible, and I can't communicate with other people normally in this abnormal scene. I am a person full of limitations, no matter how many times I have said things like "I am no longer a man", after all, I have not been able to get rid of people's sensibilities and perspectives, just the scenery I recognize becomes abnormal, I will feel unable to adapt - in the end, what I like is still to use people's perspectives, human perceptions, to recognize the image of things.

I was silent, reining in the rampage-like effects of the chain verdict, trying to imagine myself adjusting my brain in some way. When the image outlined in my mind with lines became blurry, I followed the direction that would make it more blurry, and in this way, I instinctively returned to normal sight and hearing. It's not easy to do that, but in the current situation, it's not easy to do anything, and I don't think I have to complain about the leisure to go and go.

Then, once again, I saw clearly the man who came out of the labyrinth from a normal human perspective: the same appearance as before, well, maybe because of the strong sense of exhaustion, a sense of forcible cheer up, so I felt a little older, but this figure, this appearance, and the temperament exuded by this image still filled me with nostalgia.

"Long time no see, Jung." I knew that the Jung in front of me was only the Jung of this apocalyptic illusion, but I still couldn't help but be affected by the comradeship of the past.

“…… Long time no see? We don't seem to be so familiar with this Mr. Takakawa. Jung's tone was as expected, plain but unfamiliar, with a sense of rustiness. If it were another me, the prosthetic Takagawa he was familiar with, the communication between the two sides would probably be different, and the things to be done after meeting would be different. It's a shame that I'm here.

"It's a shame to see you like this." I couldn't help but laugh at this deranged emotion.

"......" He obviously couldn't understand the emotions I was showing at this time, nor could he understand my words, he was silent for a moment, and then changed the topic stiffly, and asked, "Why are you here?" After destroying the Las Vegas repeater and the Area 51 repeater, what do you want to do this time? ”

"You think I'm an enemy?" I asked rhetorically.

His hostility is evident and extremely tendentious: "I have no doubt about that. You may say to help us, but as in the case of the operation in Las Vegas and the subsequent manifestations, your assistance may seem like a benefit to the collaborators at first, but in the end it will only turn into a greater disaster. ”

"It seems that you are still haunted by the destruction of the Las Vegas repeater and the Area 51 repeater." I didn't deny his accusations against me, and while I may not have thought of harming others, my behavior did not be authentic in many ways, "Are you hating me? Jung. I remember, you also have a position in District 51, although in this world, you have many identities, but the real you are still that warm-hearted warrior. ”

"You destroyed two repeaters, but we lost more than just repeaters as a result, you know? You executioner! Jung's usual plain face was pale, his face turned red with a surge of blood, and his eyes were rarely staring, and his gaze was full of aggression—I never thought that a man like Jung would be so angry, and his inner emotions would be more surging and burning than when he spoke. And, for the first time in a long time, I've heard him use the term "executioner" to insult others.

Whether it was him in the past or he is now, he is always very careful about the choice of words.

"Executioner...... "I can't help but repeat it."

"Yes, executioner." Jung stared into my eyes as if he wanted to see through my heart—but, of course, he couldn't, because now even I couldn't discern what was hidden in my heart, which must be full of darkness, despair, madness, and all sorts of anomalies—"How many people do you think your actions have killed?" Without waiting for me to answer, he let out a groan of pain: "Hundreds of millions, billions, not hundreds, thousands, not monsters, all human...... Almost all the people in the world are dead because of your actions! He almost snarled at me.

Billions of people...... It was exactly what I expected, and what I saw in my diary. Did Jung see the last of those things? No, according to the diary, he should have been one of the billions of people who collapsed with the destruction of the Las Vegas Repeater and the Area 51 Repeater, not only him, but also many of my former comrades-in-arms, such as Filer and others. However, since Jung finally appeared in this place again, it means that the description in the diary is not complete - in fact, I have already guessed that my diary, which has become strange, is only a rough and artistic account of what has happened, because when I first decided to write a diary, it was not a stereotypical record, but in the form of "adventure", since it is not a historical record, not a biography, but a fantasy adventure, It is inevitable that there will be all kinds of modifications and deformations.

The contents of the diary are vivid, but they can never be called "complete facts".

"Why don't you speak? Think silence will always work? Jung pressed in.

Although he is very imposing, and he is indeed on the side of the argument – even if I think he is on the side of the argument – I am not silent because of what he calls "the culprit who has killed billions of people", and I am not silent because of emotions such as avoidance or guilt. The silence is simply because I can't explain it, and the other person can't understand it, and my mind can't take normal thinking as the whole thing. Probably Jung thought that there was a better way to go, or even that I was a psychopath, because I was insanity to do such a cruel thing, or maybe he thought that I was just looking for an excuse to pass the buck for my actions.

“…… What do you want me to say? Jung. Apologize for the dead? Confessing to the unforgivable crime? I asked rhetorically.

Jung's angry expression froze at once, and he looked at me in disbelief, as if he felt that I shouldn't have said such a thing. His look of surprise brought to a halt his approaching movements, and after a moment, the expression of surprise gradually subsided, and he regained his indifferent, indifferent expression as if he had finally thrown away something heavy.

"I see, I see." He whispered this as if he were talking to himself, and I didn't understand what he understood, except to hear him say as if self-deprecatingly, "Someone like you doesn't make sense anyway." His gaze was raised, extremely unfamiliar: "Our thinking logic is already two completely different tracks, and the criteria for our own human beings are already two parallel extremes." I'm just stupid, talking to someone like you, talking to someone like you, talking to some of the doomsday Shinrikyo fanatics, how can I expect you to say what we want you to say? ”

He said that I was no different from the cult of Doomsday Shinrikyo cult...... In some ways, I don't think there's much wrong with that. I must admit this, although I still regard the Doomsday Shinrikyo as an enemy, but I myself who do not resent them, but also understand their meaning of existence and behavior to a deeper extent, is the embodiment of approaching them. Although there is an old saying that "the best way to understand an opponent is an old enemy", it is often like a shadow of the other party.

I may be the shadow of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, or maybe there is also the shadow of "Takakawa" in the shadows contained in the doomsday Shinrikyo religion.

"Can't argue with it." I said, "But you can rest assured that Shinrikyo is still my enemy." ”

"No, I won't be reassuring you, you impostor! You're not Takakawa at all, what the hell are you? Jung, who was always calm, was deeply guarded.

Can't you really admit that I'm Takakawa? Indeed, in their eyes, the real Takakawa should be like another me, with a strong body, a strong will, and heroic-like behavior, either sending charcoal in the snow or reversing the reverse trend, with a mature and thoughtful appearance, as if he still has the power to fight back as long as he is still there...... But I'm not like that, I'm just a high school student with monsters.

Even so, they are still wrong, and I am also "Takakawa". Unable to admit this, even if they are hostile to me, they will not be able to do anything in the true sense of the word. They thought I was part of the prosthetic Takagawa, and they should have continued to think in that direction, but when they simply saw me as a "monster" and severed the connection between me and the other self, they lost the possibility of correctly recognizing me—a fatal mistake in this apocalyptic fantasy full of mystery and consciousness.

“…… It's a shame. "I can't help but feel sorry for Jung's error in judgment, he should be a calmer and more shrewd human being in my opinion. However, he still made a mistake, because of the impact of the collapse of billions of people caused by the collapse of the previous repeater? Whether it was witnessing such a terrible scene, or being one of them, the mental blow to a normal person was unimaginable.

Jung seemed to feel my undisguised emotions at the same time, he seemed to feel humiliated, but he endured it because of his temperament.

"You guy...... What exactly is the purpose? He said.

"Are you doing a ritual with the people of the Torchlight? Would you like to add me one? I asked with a calm smile.

"You...... You! He stared into my eyes as if he had seen something terrible, and the emotion that could have been suppressed burst out and overflowed on his face.

I don't know exactly what he saw, but it was clear that he was terrified.