"Didn't you want me to prove it?"

Whether it's disgusting or evil, or good-hearted.

"Then I'll prove it to you, we... The biggest difference with you. ”

In the end, you will have to pay the price for yourself.

"Then we'll pay the price."

Recalling Ain's devotion to the Seed of Light, Jiang Hai aimed the blade at his throat and stabbed it tremblingly but firmly.

The next moment, blood splattered, soaking black and white.

——

The woman with black hair and red eyes, wearing a brown coat and a white robe, stood still here, and from the beginning of this scene, she stood under the stage and played the role of a spectator.

Only when Jiang Hai was about to anesthetize for the second time, the white-robed woman quietly fanned the flames in his ear.

At this moment, she sighed in the most crisp and beautiful voice in the world.

"What a messy little guy."

She saw everything that happened in the world of murderers just now. When she saw Jiang Hai stabbing the knife into her neck, she subconsciously looked at her bleeding wrist.

"I want to live."

"I want to live more than anyone else, and that's why I tremble with regret."

The woman said, she raised her white wrist, but unfortunately, now, her wrist would no longer bleed blood, she was no longer a human body, but turned into a kind of existence that she could not understand.

"I thought that sacrificing myself for everyone would be the perfect ending – but it wasn't."

"It wasn't until the moment my blood ran out that I realized how much I regretted it."

"In order not to let them repeat my mistakes, I realized my true thoughts at the last moment..."

"I quietly tell them the true meaning of life, so that they will cherish their emotions and life."

"In this way, the unpredictable mind can be revealed to the world."

"But there's something special about this little guy." The woman looked at Jiang Hai, who had lost too much blood and fell to the ground.

It's obviously a fantasy, but she can't enter the other party's heart to convey her words, which makes the woman very puzzled.

Previously, in the world of the Illusion, she finally found an opportunity to convey her words, guiding the other party to face her heart, hoping that he would cherish himself and no longer avoid himself.

When Jiang Hai was anesthetized for the second time, she bluntly told Jiang Hai the truth that the world only loves herself, but even so, he still stabbed it so resolutely.

"For the so-called atonement?"

In fact, even if he continued to anesthetize according to that one's script just now, he would not be devoured by the killer in the end, but he would just be aroused by the killer to resonate with the emotions of the two.

However, under the guidance of that one and the hint of the killer, Jiang Hai's mind still constructed such a path. This was really unexpected by the woman.

The woman shook her head again.

"No one can really sacrifice themselves for the sake of others."

"After all, people only love themselves."

"This little guy is a lot like me in the past."

"The little guy did all this because he was still suppressing his true feelings."

"I'll let him face his truest self."

——

The woman turned around and disappeared into the darkness, although the one may have recognized Jiang Hai, she still believed that the other party was still suppressing her heart.

In fact, the knife just now could not cause fatal damage to Jiang Hai according to common sense. After all, no matter how Jiang Hai is said to be, he is also an out-and-out H-class fantasy, and that scalpel is just an ordinary weapon, and it is difficult to cause substantial damage to Jiang Hai in the real world.

But those scenes just now were constructed by Jiang Hai's mind, that is, they were the script arranged by his heart. He wants to prove himself to the abandoned murderer that he is not the same person as him. will not realize their greed under the guise of righteousness.

But in the world of the fantasy, the consciousness of death really dissipates, and even Jiang Hai doesn't know whether he is dead or alive when the knife goes down, so he trembles.

But he had already made up his mind not to run away anymore, so he still stabbed the knife.

Jiang Hai woke up and found himself in another secluded space.

"Am I still alive?"

Jiang Hai touched his neck, but he didn't find the blood hole left by the scalpel, and his health value was also full under the data visualization.

This was the place where the tombstones were lined with when he had been here, but this time, there was a man standing in front of him.

In other words, a humanoid anomaly, but in Jiang Hai's eyes, he could only see a black shadow in the form of a humanoid, like the reflection he saw in the mirror of that world. But then he remembered what the dead butterfly funeral had said to him, and subconsciously asked.

"You're a prophet, aren't you?"

The black shadow's head swayed up and down, as if nodding.

"Everything that just happened was controlled by you, right?"

The other party nodded again, and just when Jiang Hai suspected that the other party had no ability to speak, he heard the other party's ethereal and indistinguishable voice between men and women.

"You may be the one we're looking for."

Jiang Hai was stunned when he heard this.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Hai still had a lot of questions, but he saw the other party wave his hand and turn into darkness and drift away.

The place where the prophet disappeared left behind an indescribable black substance, Jiang Hai approached suspiciously, squatted down and touched the thing, and then saw the black mang, the black substance was poured into Jiang Hai's body, and was absorbed by Jiang Hai.

This process was very fast, and Jiang Hai had already ended it as soon as he reacted.

When Jiang Hai raised his head again, there were no tombstones and prophets, and there were many high-rise buildings in front of him, as if everything Jiang Hai had just seen was an illusion.

The gray road stretched out into the distance, the crows flew overhead, the ecological building complex in front of him was like a pile of huge cubes, almost covering the sky, and the brilliant neon illuminated everything, and the prosperous scene in front of him almost made Jiang Hai think that he was back in the city.

Jiang Hai then realized that this was the city, but it was the city of the monthly world.

'What the hell was that black thing just now...' Jiang Hai is unknown, but the current prosperity of the city quickly attracted Jiang Hai and focused his attention on the present.

The bustling scene in front of him is as good as the city Jianghai saw in his previous life, but it is not strange to think about it, after all, the world he lives in does not have so many black technologies.

Despite this, people living in the city do not feel happy, because the progress of thinking is too slow to keep up with the progress of material, resulting in everyone's soul has different degrees of cripples, even with so many singularity technology, but there are still people starving to death, sickness.

Compared with the prosperity of the city, the back alleys that Jiang Hai saw when he jumped out of the car at the beginning were like slums.