The three pairs of eyes are completely different from human eyes, both shape and color are full of hideous aura, the blood-red whites of the eyes seem to be not solid, but shaking blood, and the gray pupils seem to be distorted at any time, presenting a vortex state, as if the soul of the person looking at them is twisted into it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is a wolf or not a wolf, a dog is not a dog, the head is vague, only a rough outline that just meets people's imagination. Except for the skull, the whole body was like a cloud of black smoke, at least when it pounced, in the tension like a pause in time, Takakawa only saw the skull—the skull alone was already overflowing with a sense of malice.

Grey Mist Demon, Cerberus. The former indicates its mode of existence, while the latter is merely the name of such an image by occult experts - although it borrows the name "hellhound" from the occult, the two are completely different things. Even the "Cerberus" of the Grey Mist Demons is not the name of a certain species, the Grey Mist Demons are not racial, and their individuals are in most cases tacitly regarded by occult experts as a phenomenon, an outward manifestation, even if in many cases, they show individuality and intelligence.

In Takakawa's mind, the Grey Mist Demon, commonly known as the "Cerberus", actually has a variety of appearances, fighting methods, and even outward manifestations, and it is impossible to confirm what kind of ability this Grey Mist Demon has based on its appearance alone, and it is impossible to determine the mystery it manifests and what kind of phenomena it will produce - this means that it is impossible to react at all during the raid, and any kind of reaction it makes may be "wrong".

Death often occurs in these unintended mistakes, and most people who encounter Cerberus are so unlucky that they don't even walk through a single face, and they die in that wrong response. Even experienced occult experts can't copy past experience, and recklessly judge that the Cerberus that attacked this time must have "such abilities" and not "other abilities".

Gao Chuan was also unable to make an absolutely correct judgment in the first place, and the odds became terrifying in less than a second. Before he developed fear, his fighting consciousness had already given him several ways to deal with it, however, none of them could be done with his current body. As a flesh and blood body of an ordinary high school student, it takes far longer to go from reaction to action than the cooperation of prosthetic body and brain hardware. Takakawa could only watch as the Cerberus swooped down from the ceiling like a dark cloud, and the warning of "don't look up" was far clearer in his mind than at any previous time period.

There is a logic here that is difficult for normal people to understand - if we had not raised our heads, would this crisis not have happened? From an occult point of view, the answer is: probably.

Even the Gray Mist Demon will not appear rashly, especially in places where there is no Gray Mist, Gao Chuan has not seen a little gray mist in this toilet, which means that the appearance of this Cerberus is likely to be "conditional". It is like stepping on the trigger of a trap that triggers the danger suddenly - however, even if you have a premonition in advance and take the warning "don't look up" seriously, it is difficult not to "look up".

The process from start to finish is like a trap that you have to step into. Many thoughts flashed through Takakawa's mind, and in that violently fluctuating emotions and thoughts, he could feel more things: strange rumors, missing students, beast-like monsters that disappeared behind the door, "Shirai" and "Morino" who left, "Hakkai" who stayed outside the male entrance of the toilet, and the three-pair of eyed hellhounds that suddenly pounced out of the ceiling—all of them were replayed, dissected, and rewoven like lightning.

Before he could act, that instinctive premonition was strengthened by this thought.

"Jiang" is here.

The next moment, the face of the hellhound was close at hand, the open blood basin mouth did not emit any beastly stench, but it was not as vivid as a real creature, everything inside the mouth looked distorted, the "teeth", "tongue", and "throat" were all like abstract paintings, and there was not even a little three-dimensional feeling.

The mouth opened so wide that Takakawa felt like it could swallow itself in one gulp, and, in the process, he felt like he was changing from a three-dimensional "person" to a flat portrait on the paper. He didn't even need to think about it, and the word "dimensionality reduction" naturally appeared in his brain, but he knew very well that this was just the word in his cognition that seemed to best fit the situation he could observe and feel, and this word was actually not accurate.

The human brain is easily deceived, and the human brain is accustomed to looking for logical cause and effect, and if it can't find it, it will give itself a cause and effect, even if it is not the correct logic - the human brain operates logically, and as long as there is logic, this little knowledge is clear even to a high school student, as long as he reads a little extracurricular reading.

Gao Chuan subconsciously determined that the concept of "dimensionality reduction" given in his mind was the result of logic being deceived - because his own cognition could not give an accurate explanation of the current changes, the brain used a seemingly logical explanation on its own.

This is not a "dimensionality reduction" at all, but a more complex mysterious force. This Cerberus was more powerful and mysterious than any Cerberus he had ever encountered in the past in terms of the manifestation of mystical powers.

This intuition is like another proof that the "river" is here, and it is not far from him at all. It's just that this sense of distance is not a normal straight-line distance, but a different concept.

The last action Gao Chuan made at the moment when the whole thing was swallowed was to thrust his entire right hand into the throat of the bloody mouth—he knew of course that he had violated another warning: don't put your hand in the dog's mouth.

Even if there is not much evidence, Takakawa believes that the "dog" here refers to the Cerberus in front of him. But why do two warnings appear in the same place, and both warnings relate to the same thing? Is it because two people have encountered and penetrated the same thing? Or is it the same person who experienced the mysterious events in front of him and left a warning for future generations at a critical juncture?

No way!

Takakawa was convinced that it was impossible for one or two people to leave a warning because they had the same situation in front of them. Because, in this school, there are ordinary people, and ordinary people simply cannot react to the situation in front of them in time. Even he, an experienced and mysterious expert, can't leave a single word in the quality of a normal person, how can there be such a thing as "a normal person's student leaves a warning"?

So, it's certainly not people who leave the warning.

At least, not normal people.

It would be too natural to think of it as a warning from some mysterious expert, and Takakawa would rather believe that the two warnings themselves were part of a trap. From a trap perspective, if there are two triggers, then when the first one is triggered, the second trigger mechanism must be the opposite of the first.

When you ignore the warning and look up, causing the arrival of Cerberus, the normal logic will strictly follow the next warning, but from the perspective of the trap, this will trigger further danger.

Under normal circumstances, since these two "warnings" can be remembered so deeply, then, in the face of the pounced Cerberus, people will subconsciously withdraw their outstretched hands - because the warning has already been given: do not put your hand into the dog's mouth.

However, Takakawa judged that this was wrong.

That's why he desperately put his hand further into the mouth of the "dog". His hand was the first to touch something before being pierced by the sharp teeth of the abstract painting. It was a very strange touch, not necessarily a substance, which was enough to be described as "emptiness", but it was like sticking into a vacuum from a place filled with air, and the force on the hand suddenly made a considerable difference.

Takakawa felt his arm swell from the inside out, and slid deeper at a faster speed. If I had to describe it, it was "the arm suddenly grew larger, and it struck inward with more ferocity", but such a change was not done by him on his own initiative. His body was even pulled by the force of the blow that struck him deeply, and his whole body lost his balance, and a single bone rushed into the depths of Cerberus's throat.

The next moment when Gao Chuan felt that he had fallen forward, his swollen arm finally seemed to have hit something, and he heard a sound like glass breaking quite clearly.

The voice brought him to his senses all at once.

Only then did I realize that I was lying on the floor of the toilet.

There was a blank blank in his mind, like a small piece had been erased by an invisible eraser, and he didn't know what was being erased.

The tiles on the floor were shiny, as if they had been cleaned all the time, and it was completely different from the old school toilet before, but the layout was the same, and he was lying in the cubicle where the hellhound pounced. He pressed his temples, carefully climbed up, and the first thing he noticed was the chandelier on the ceiling, which can be called simple and graceful patterned lines, just like the ceiling lamp of a five-star hotel, which is not at all the toilet of an ordinary high school.

Strangely bright, strangely beautiful, and strangely clean, all crowded in this pattern exactly like the old school toilet, tripled the weird feeling.

Takakawa still remembers how he got here, and maybe it took longer than he could perceive, but it was true that he got here because of the Cerberus raid.

Don't look up; Don't put your hand in the dog's mouth. He did it all, and that's why he's here. The strangeness in front of him did not make him feel frightened and confused, on the contrary, he felt that this was the result of his second right choice - he did not die in the trap, then he must be closer to "Jiang".

The distance between oneself and the "river" is not a normal straight-line distance, or even a distance in the ordinary sense. The role of the "program" did not allow him to stand with the "river" all at once, but formed a channel that could approach the "river". Among them, the power of the witch VV must be indispensable, and in other words, it doesn't matter if you haven't seen "E" for the time being, as long as you can see "E" if you continue to be able to see it, it is enough to prove that the "Omi Trap" is effective. This trap can indeed allow the unspeakable "river" to appear in the observation in a more certain state, place, and way.

To be observed, to be approached, to be touched, to be able to fight—and that is the prerequisite for defeating the enemy. Until then, it was impossible to actually observe or confirm its state, and it was impossible to describe the "river" as "indescribable", let alone defeated, and even where it was could not be determined.

I'm still moving forward, and that's the best result. The trembling in Gao Chuan's heart gradually stabilized. Of course, he is afraid, facing "Jiang", facing mysterious events, facing unpredictable situations, facing the script-like body involuntarily, no one will not be afraid.

Takakawa hid his fear, maintained his emotional stability, and walked out of the toilet without hesitation. Sure enough, as he expected, the scene outside the toilet was no longer on campus, but it was still the same sense of déjà vu.

There must have been a "Takakawa" who had suffered a similar situation. The world in front of Takakawa was also full of apocalyptic flavors, but it didn't look like the half-ruined city he had seen before, flooded with radioactive dust and black rain. He was in a building, about three stories high, and outside the toilet was a long corridor, and on one side of the corridor was a neat row of glass windows, through which he could see the sun shining, green blankets, low trees, a small pond, spring water flowing from the water bottle on the stone shoulder of the mermaid, benches under the shade, and some community play equipment such as horizontal bars, sand pits, swings, and seesaws.

Warmth, tranquility, peace – you should have found such beautiful words here.

However, there are human corpses everywhere.

The earth had been dug up, the blood had dried up, the stumps and entrails scattered all over the place.

It's like a battlefield that has been swept across, leaving shocking scars one after another.

The sights and smells that fill the senses are disgusting.

As far as the eye can see, the half-ruined building is exposed to the steel structure, the faint black smoke is drifting everywhere, and the inexplicable black shadow jumps on the roof, like a fairy wandering in the concrete forest.

Gao Chuan was not surprised by such a scene at all, and even subconsciously felt that the building he was in was somewhere: a mental hospital.