March 17, fine.

That frenzied state spread to my body, leaving me at a loss and at a loss.

March 18, fine.

I don't know how to place my body except my soul, and it's obvious that it shouldn't be placed in a house, but if it is placed elsewhere, it will be more out of harmony than in a house.

March 19, fine.

I hadn't slept for days, and I hadn't died, and I felt like I was going to fall into madness, not death......

My scalp is so itchy, just like my spirit, I can't do anything.

March 21, fine.

The itching of my scalp made it impossible for me to think about anything else.

I scratched frantically, silver-gray dandruff falling like a blizzard.

My fingernails were filled with clumps of flesh, silver-gray with a hint of red.

The frantic scratching did not make the itching that was about to drown me better, but made my nails hurt like they were pierced into iron nails, and I found in despair that the dander was endless.

March 22, fine.

It started to spread, from the scalp, to my cheeks, my neck, my collarbones, and even my eyes.

It's so itchy!

It's so itchy!

It's, it's so itchy!

March 23, fine.

More and more.

More and more.

This damn dander was pouring out like a living thing, clinging to my flesh.

I could hardly stop for a moment, scratching it off to ease the unbearable itch a little.

Even if the nails have been flipped, they can't be stopped.

Blood mixed with dander was going to turn me into a complete monster, both mentally and physically.

March 25, fine.

The more you scratch, the more you scratch.

The more you go, the more you scratch.

It can't be stopped.

When I found myself having trouble breathing, I realized that it was almost blocking my windpipe.

The boning steel knife in the kitchen may be of some help to my current situation.

I scraped those things off, and I seemed to have made another discovery.

I grew scales.

March 27, fine.

The effect of the boning steel knife on me has also begun to decrease.

When the silver-gray soil was cut open and embedded in the deeper layers, I could even hear the clanging of steel colliding.

At the very least, it is certain that the scales of the same color are very strong, maybe about the same as steel, or maybe not as steel.

I'm going to find Karina.

I should have gone a long time ago.

The peace of mind, even for a moment, makes me leave everything behind and pursue it regardless of everything.

March 28, fine.

Even in the eyes of others, I am still the same as before, and even better.

But Karina didn't seem to want to see me, and I erased them when someone tried to stop me from seeking a moment of peace.

Anyway, it's a dream, right, it's not a big deal.

March 30, fine.

Maybe I can get out of here with Karina and go to a happier world, for me and for her.

She'll forget that I killed her family, and I'll be with her forever.

It's just going from one false world to another.

The only difference between the two is that the latter is happier, right?

April 1st, fine.

Karina and I are leaving today, and the people of the town will forget about me, and maybe I shouldn't have been here in the first place.

Because I am the only one who is real, and I have discovered all the falsehoods that I can see.

I'm out of step with the world.

As for Alston, I still haven't been able to do anything about him.

Auston, even if you are a fake, I want you to get out of town and out of here, not blinded by falsehood, and not let me see your painful face.

I'll bless you, really.

Forget here.

Make me forget about you too.

April 2, fine.

On my first day in the new world, I felt a little relieved.

It turns out that this is really the case, as long as my mental state is happy enough, and the physical pain can be relieved a little.

Then my choice is right, it must be right.

April 3, fine.

Karina started to fall in love with me and started to adapt to life here.

She can't see me for what I really am, and she doesn't need to.

She didn't remember Auston, and she didn't need to.

I don't think I'll be able to keep a diary in the future, I'm going to bury the past and seal it away.

I don't care if it's true or not, good or bad.

Now there is only me in my eyes, and bathing me every day with a steel wool ball and a boning knife is the happiest thing.

For me, yes.

—Adri, April 3, 2661.

On the 5th of February, it was stormy.

Just like my mood.

I see it.

I remember.

I hate it.

I'm going to get out of here, at all costs.

—Karina, 2681, January 5.

……

This is the end of the diary.

Nie Yuan, who flipped through the full text, also knew a lot of things.

As for the changes that took place in Edri, he could understand it from the second half of the diary.

Because there were many things left on those pages besides the words, including the silver-gray skin dander mentioned in the diary.

One by one, they stick to the pages of paper, like tiny snowflakes.

In addition, there is the red of blood, and sometimes the whole page of the book is infected with bells and whistles.

Judging from these traces, it is possible to imagine what kind of state Edri was in at that time, which was difficult to extricate himself from, painful and frenzied.

But what caught Nie Yuan's attention the most was not the parts of Edri's self-description.

After all, this diary was his, and before flipping through it, Nie Yuan also had a certain psychological expectation.

Instead, at the end of the diary, after Adri claims that he will not write a diary again, and that he will seal it, another text appears.

Not only does the text look different, but it is not the same as the previous content, and the luster of the ink is fresher than the previous part.

The owner of Juanjuan's handwriting personally left his signature - Karina.

And the date of payment is still twenty years later.

Compare the current date, isn't it exactly two months ago?

This also coincides with the time when Karina left the town of Paz to find the Lord of Auston and reunite with him.

In Nie Yuan's guess, it should be this sealed diary, for some reason, trapped in the mirror world, and Karina, who married Adri, found it.

Then, after mentioning the contents of the diary, that strong sense of déjà vu came to Karina's heart, thus recalling her own past.

When Karina remembered those things, she naturally didn't choose to continue to play Edri's wife.

Even Edri's appearance in her eyes was no longer a normal person, but a monster drowning in silver-gray skin dander, not human, not ghost.

That coincidence, the source of abstraction that entangles Edri, is also shown here, the ability to change the essence of living things, and Edri's own mutation is a complete interpretation of this.

Karina's ability to abstract the source may have been alienated into a source of disaster in the process of leaving.

Or, in the twenty years she has been with Adri, perhaps her body has already undergone irreversible changes, and she has become a monster without knowing it.

Then, after seeing the diary and waking up, he realized the truth, that Edri and himself were actually reduced to terrifying and disgusting monsters.

In short, putting aside his own aesthetics, Nie Yuan really thinks that this can be called a singing and crying story.

And there is no right or wrong in the story at all, Nie Yuan, as a third person with God's perspective, he even thinks that Adri is not wrong.

Because at the beginning, when Karina and Auston announced that they were a couple, Edri was blessed no matter how painful it was.

When he himself was mutated, the whirlpool of pain enveloped him deeply, and Adri's subconscious was still trying to restrain himself from doing things that were sorry for Auston.

Even if he later believes that the world is false, including Karina and Auston, he does not completely abandon his scruples and occupy Karina, who can give him a moment of mental peace and thus curb his physical pain.

In the end, he was completely tortured by that unknown thing to the point of madness, his body became a monster, and his spirit was already crazy, so he couldn't bear it anymore and went to take Karina.

And, for Auston, who is false and has turned against him, he still instinctively did not hurt.

Can he really be blamed for this?

Or can you blame the abstract source?

(ps、There's still a chapter in the wait.,I'll start making up tomorrow.。 ）