"No... I don't know? ”

After a long moment of silence, I asked in disbelief.

I thought of a myriad of possibilities, even the fact that Wolf Tooth was actually a perverted murderer who had done countless corpse shredding cases, and yet, I heard an answer that I hadn't thought of at all.

"What do you mean you don't know? Why do you do this, you don't know? ”

"yes, I don't know."

Wolffang's voice was low and small, and the words he uttered made me feel like I was listening to a robot reading a standard answer: "I don't know why I'm doing this, where I learned it, I... Losing my memories, even those I have, is very confusing. ”

"You mean... Do you have amnesia? ”

Is this really not an excuse? Too cliché, okay? I, a third-rate novelist, don't bother to use the bloody plot, can I really believe it?

"No... I don't think I'm talking about amnesia, but memories. ”

Amnesia is not amnesia, but memory loss? It's a new statement, and I'd love to see what else you can come up with.

"And what do you mean by 'loss of memory'?"

Wolf Fang frowned, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly as if he was thinking, and only said after a few seconds: "The amnesia in your mouth is that you can't remember a memory for the time being, but that memory still exists in the brain of the amnesiac, and you may remember this memory, while mine has completely lost that memory, and that memory no longer exists in my brain, and I don't have a chance to remember it." ”

"Oh... So......" I pretended to sigh and asked, "How do you know that your memories are no longer in your brain?" And on what basis do you judge that you are not amnesia, but 'memory loss'? ”

Wolffang listened to me and was silent, his eyes staring sharply into my eyes. Looking at him gave me the illusion that I was not in front of a person, but a cold-blooded and emotionless wolf, which made me feel very uncomfortable when I was not used to communicating with people, let alone looking at each other, and an uncomfortable and avoidant urge arose in my heart. I did, and when I heard his voice again, I realized that I had turned my eyes away in fear of his gaze.

"I just know, but I don't know how I know. Let's go, it's not safe here, check elsewhere to confirm my suspicions, and then we're going to find someone else. ”

Wolf Fang didn't give me a chance to reply at all, and after saying this, he walked to another house on his own, and I had no choice but to end the conversation and follow him.

I didn't want to see that disgusting scene again, so I just stood by the security door and waited for him to go in and check it out.

As I pondered the brief conversation I had just had, I realized that when I avoided looking at him, the initiative of the conversation shifted from me to his, and he simply gave me a completely meaningless answer, and then ended the conversation unilaterally, leaving me with no chance to continue the question.

I don't know... That's a one-size-fits-all answer, and I'm willing to bet my worst fear of rats, and if his 'I don't know' is true, then let me take a day trip to a rat nest!

If you analyze it like this... His gaze just now seems to be deliberate... Seize the initiative to end the conversation, is he hiding something?

What are you covering? Spike?

"Hello? What are you thinking? I'm done. ”

The sound of the wolf's teeth rang in my ears, and I realized that I was thinking about things. I've always had this habit of forgetting everything around me when I think of one thing, and it got worse after being locked up in a solitary endless room. However, the current environment no longer seems to be an environment where I can think about one thing with complete confidence, whether it is a wolf's tooth or an unknown danger, I must be careful.

It seems that it is time to break this habit.

"It's nothing, just thinking about the speculation that you just analyzed, that animals killed people in the whole city."

I can't tell Wolf Fang, I wonder he's a scheming liar, right? He won't tell the truth, so I can't be blamed for not being honest enough.

"Oh, I've seen this one too, it's the same as the one just now. I was right, it was indeed some kind of animal that attacked the city, you see, I found it in the blood. ”

"Found in the bloodstains? And so on and so forth! You wait! Don't take it! ”

Looking at the black-red liquid stained by the wolf's teeth on my fingertips, I couldn't help but think of the blood-colored room crawling with maggots just now, and then the person in front of me was still looking at the scene carefully, and even touched it with my fingers to check it...... Vomit... I feel like my stomach is starting to hurt again. Whatever he finds, I don't want to see it! Don't want to!

"You, you, don't come! Just say it! I don't have to look at it! No! ”

Hey, hey, hey... What do you mean by that expression? It's a mockery, isn't it? What's so funny! I'm just a normal person!

I glared at him viciously at the corners of the wolf's fangs, but I resolutely kept my distance from him, never taking a step closer to his hand that had touched the carrion maggot.

As if he had finally had enough of my funny appearance, the wolf fang looked at me for a long time before he curled back the arm that was stretched out towards me, pinched the unknown object between his fingers, and said, "This is what I found in the bloodstains, a short gray hair, which must have been left by the kind of animal that attacked humans, and it can support my suspicions......"

"Wait, wait, you said you found the animal's hair? Is there any evidence? How do you know that the hair in your hand is an animal and not a human? I was leaning my back against the wall and clasping my hands over my chest to listen, but when I heard him say that I had found animal hair, I couldn't help but raise my hand to interrupt him, "Besides, it's been in the blood for so long, and you can still see the color?" ”

"I can see the color, the hair is not soaked in blood, judging from the color, this texture, I think this is not human hair, but an animal."

"Color? People can also dye their hair, or older people can also have gray hair. As for the texture... Is there any texture that can't be created by man-made chemicals? Maybe the hair in your hand comes from which toilet brush. There shouldn't be any way to really tell the difference between a human and an animal or a toilet brush, other than DNA testing. If you really want me to believe what you're saying that an entire city has been killed by some kind of animal, then find some other evidence, like... Tooth marks? ”

Wolf Fang looked at me with a speechless expression, and after a few seconds of silence, he silently threw away the hair he was pinching: "I took a closer look, the corpses were all cleanly disposed of, there was nothing left, and I didn't find any tooth marks." ”

"So... How can I believe what you say without proof? It is not so ridiculous to believe that an animal has attacked the humans of the city, but it is better to believe that there is a strange disease and that everyone has been infected with the virus and turned into blood. Well... Honestly, I think my speculation is more convincing than yours. ”

“......”

Wolf Fang looked at me deeply, and I seemed to hear him snort coldly, I wonder if I heard it wrong. Watching him turn and walk downstairs, I consciously followed him, it was enough to check the two houses, and there would be no other useful clues here.

Ay? Wait a minute! That's right! There is one more place you should check out! Maybe after looking at it, I can determine if this is the world created by the earth's consciousness. After looking at it, I can decide if I really believe that the wolffang can be a temporary companion. After reading there, maybe I will be able to re-understand the world.

"Wolf Fang, wait a minute!" Stopping the wolf fang in front of me, I met his puzzled eyes and pleaded, "I still have a place I want to go, I can... Come with me? ”

“... Yes, but not too long, there are other places to check, and it's important to find all the other players before dark, time is running out. ”

"Okay."