Speaking of which, one day I cut my toenails.

Judging from these ordinary words alone, it seems that they are just ordinary things that are as necessary as human beings have limbs.

But when it comes to the fact that I have a foot problem, it seems like I'm in awe of myself.

I'm not a doctor, and I can only look at my toes, which have been numbed by my own pressure, to see where the toenails are savagely squeezed into the flesh.

There was a lot of blood splattered on the way, and there was also a pain that surpassed paralysis, and in the end it could only be hastily cut, leaving a wound that could not be resolved.

Or am I supposed to be afraid of pain, but I'm self-abusive, and is the pleasure of my abuse overwhelming my aversion to pain?

Looking at the nail clippers with blood on them, I was excited to sweep them away, not realizing that it was still a part of me not long ago.

What is the purpose for it to hurt itself and to live on the grounds of hurting itself?

Maybe it's because it also gets the supreme pleasure of abusing me!

If this is the case, if this is the case, then does the existence of this kind of human life be for the supreme sadism?

Everyone exists in the world to abuse others, to live is to abuse other lives, to constantly hurt, to constantly make others feel humiliated, to smile and watch others walk into the abyss.

I really think so.

"Vomit-" Shi Qi, who knelt on the ground and vomited, tore his face, coughing and retching...... Pain is gripped over.

Whether it belongs to himself or not, Shi Qi doesn't know, he feels disgusted by what the people in his heart think, people should get along with each other friendly, how can he have this kind of thought?

But but, huh, huh?

Let's say I have a friend one day, and now I can make friends with him, but obviously, I want to know what I can gain by showing favor to him.

If I show favor to others because of his general kindness, it is wonderful that the act of showing favor to him is the greatest reward for my label of "being kind".

However, I subjectively did not want to reinforce my key words through such behavior, but objectively I did such behavior.

But, huh, huh?

So at the end of the day, do I think I want to befriend him by befriending him, or do I want to tell others that I'm a good person by befriending him, or do I think I want to befriend him but in fact I only bring benefits to myself, or do I think I befriend him because I know that my actions will bring benefits to me?

A very simple and infinitely extended chain of suspicion, the way to cut the chain of suspicion is to return to the problem itself, if I subjectively know that the label of "being friendly" can be strengthened by this behavior, so I befriend him, then I am evil, and vice versa.

But but, no, if I befriend him not only does not harm him, but also helps him, then am I still evil?

So my subjective actions affect the subjective actions of others, am I doing a kind of sadism towards others? Because my behavior has affected him and abused his original thoughts, am I an abuser in a broad sense?

If I'm not the abuser and this act isn't sadistic, is it a sadistic act against myself that I have come up with so many twists and turns?

"No!" Shi Qi yelled in the hidden bamboo forest where no one was around: "The act of thinking is a meaningful act, how can it be sadism? ”

If people have no thoughts, if they have no thoughts, they are no different from wild beasts, but isn't this a kind of sadism that looks from a high to a low position?

Your thoughts, my thoughts, are not related to any philosophy, and it is also a pure blasphemy against orthodox philosophical theories, and it is impossible for us to produce any thoughts that can make others reflect on them.

On the contrary, my thoughts shake my own worldview, and make me shake what I have learned and seen, isn't this a kind of sadism of these things?

"You're too extreme, too paranoid." Shi Qi had already breathed a sigh of relief, broke away from the retching, and stretched out his hands in the darkness in the direction he didn't know: "I don't agree with your idea, but I don't object." Your perspective has a truth from your perspective, but in the end, the truth only returns to the extremes of nothingness. ”

I, how, would, against, me.

"If you're me—" Shi Qi's speech was interrupted.

Me, what am I doing to be smart? Am I not now complacent because I have overcome my thoughts, and have not been influenced by them?

Let me look up.

Shi Qi suddenly noticed that he still hadn't raised his head and looked in front of him, why? I don't know, so look up.

Look up! Look up! So he raised his head.

Darkness, boundless darkness, insurmountable and unspeakable darkness.

In fact, I can clearly see things, but in fact, the sunlight in front of me is still running as usual, the outline of bamboo, the outline of air. At your fingertips. At your fingertips.

But when I stretched out my hand, I saw that the darkness in front of me had changed, and out of the illusion grew a sofa that was too modern, then a window, then a rainy night, and then a ......

Dancing in the palm of his hand in the middle of nowhere, babbling, the lines on it can be seen clearly, his thumb is slightly shorter, and the other fingers are slender things.

Beyond my fingertips, I could only see the lapping of raindrops, but there were no windows here, but there were no raindrops here.

Stretch your palms, like a pink spider, the more you hold it, the more red it becomes. I don't actually have a palm, so look down at yourself.

So the palm disappeared.

The pointe of wearing leather shoes is the leather shoes indoors. Is there such a thing? So you shouldn't wear leather shoes indoors.

But it's not right, it's not right, I'm clearly dancing, why the toes don't move with it, this is also not a compound logic, so in fact, the dancing feet don't exist.

I was clearly in the bamboo forest, and the dark outline was gently caressed by me, needless to say, it must have been me who touched him unilaterally.

Fluttering and struggling to his knees, groping the earth, closing his eyes.

After opening it, the familiar bamboo forest came to the inside of the eye, babbling, the familiar bamboo forest!

But apparently I'm more familiar with the room over there. Bamboo forest, actually, I, I've only been here, once, isn't, isn't it, closed, don't, I've been here, it's very familiar, no, the room also, ah.

Shi Qi struggled out of me, but it was in vain.

Haha, a sadistic act.

Tumbling and fluttering on the mixture of sand and earth, Shi Qi's fingers spasmed, and his whole body spasmed, spasming with no sense.

"Hey! People over there! Are you okay?! An inexplicable familiar voice sounded in Shi Qi's ears, from far to near, accompanied by the sound of the girl's running.

Then the girl tore part of her clothes and stuffed them between Shi Qi's upper and lower jaws to prevent Shi Qi from biting her tongue.

Then check for complications, forehead, chest, limbs, and after all the examinations, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

It's someone else, it's someone else. Shi Qi suddenly stiffened, and then stood up.

...... I'm back? Shi Qi took out the clothes in his mouth by himself, and looked at the girl's surprised expression, but his cheeks trembled a few times: "You saved me again, unknown monster lady." ”

This girl is the Imaizumi Shadow Wolf who took him out of the bamboo forest on the first day.

"Have I seen you?" Shadow Wolf frowned and looked at the "epileptic patient" who had suddenly turned better.

Why should I talk to her? Am I friendly, approachable, and humble? Now, do I want to thank her, or do I want to write my own label by thanking her?

If I didn't realize this aspect of it before, and now I realize it, do I think it's evil? Do I think that's the purpose?

Is my behavior towards me a subjective and conscious sadomasochism?

Shi Qi was silent for a while, but only in his heart, his words had already come out with his previous thoughts: "I saw you dozens of days ago, but it was in that dense forest, but it was night at that time, and you took me out that time, Lady Monster." ”

"Dozens of days ago?" The shadow wolf was stunned for a moment, there are not many people who will run to the lost bamboo forest and get lost, and the humans who can be saved by her when she runs to the enchanted forest are even rarer, under multiple conditions screening, the shadow wolf quickly found Shi Qi's shadow in the attic of memory, but ......

The shadow wolf held out his finger suspiciously, "But you don't look like this, do you?" ”

Shi Qi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously patted the dirt off his body: "Is it the reason for the soil?" ”

"You've grown a little taller, haven't you? The face has grown too? No, no, why has the shape of the eyes changed a little, the eyebrows, feet, hair, etc., are all different, right? And most importantly, how did your fingers get longer? Shadow Wolf pointed out all his doubts: "Don't you think it's strange? ”

Has I changed so much? Before, Miss Aqiu seemed to have said that my temperament, which I don't know how to say, has changed a little.

How could it be-

Am I still me?

"Ahh There's someone here! The voice of the third person intervened here, it was a familiar voice, it was a familiar voice, and Shi Qi should be angry with her the most.

Sumire teleported at the same time, so her destination was also locked in the Lost Bamboo Forest, and she was looking for a possible youkai or human here.

Don't worry too much about it yet, she's dangerous. Shi Qi's heart clearly determined that Sumire was a dangerous character, so he pulled down his protagonist halo.

Don't kill, but beat.

Unfold the arsenal, Tears of the Flame God. It was still the Tears of the Fire God that he was most familiar with.

Minimum force, no, it must be slightly larger, otherwise it will not be able to blow up her defenses, but you must grasp the strength. How do you want to grasp the strength, it's time to attack her. If I had no one around, would I have killed her, would I have wanted to kill her?

No, absolutely not. Because what, because I'm not such a person, yes, I've never been that kind of person, I'm not, I don't want to ask me, I haven't changed.

A little......

Only on the way to Sumire's run, the moment when the shade of the leaves is removed, it is only a moment.

The temperature in the air rose sharply, and the dark and dark green was covered by the red that obscured the sky, and the red of the dead line was stuffed into Sumire's eyes.

Barely able to react, Sumire's cold hair stood on end, and she only had time to lift her cloak and teleport backwards.

She landed not far away, looked at the charred trunk in front of her, and immediately wanted to leave.

However, before she could come up with the spell, a loud noise interrupted her thoughts.

Both times they left suddenly, and they were still talking, and there was no sign of anyone or other creatures helping, so Shichi could probably guess that Sumire's method of leaving was mostly related to thoughts.

And [Protagonist Aura], which comes from other worlds, has an amplification mode.

After Shi Qi sent out that blow to control the power of the Flame Tears, he quickly put the Flame Tears back into the protagonist's aura, and then adjusted to the amplification mode and roared into the dense forest.

Time has come to the present, and after Shi Qi roared that sound, he pinched the protagonist's aura back to its original shape, dragged down the arsenal again, and found a strange-shaped sword.

At the same time as she found it, Sumire also recovered from the loud noise, which was completely capable of affecting the human eardrum, and even significantly larger, Sumire...... No, it should be impossible for ordinary humans to come up with normal thoughts in this noise.

So...... Trapped beasts are still fighting!

In the direction where the fire was launched, Sumire raised her hand and fired flames, then uprooted the trees around her, protecting her and waiting for an opportunity to attack the guy who jumped out of the fire.

Sure enough, a shadow appeared in the fire, but the keen Sumire noticed that the shadow was not the size of a person, and she assumed that it was a flying weapon, so the tree did not fly forward, but blocked her as far as she could.

Boom.

The sound of metal tools inserting into the trees sounds, and Sumire pulls away from the trees as Goofy moves away and fires flames.

There was no figure at the trunk, and the pansy quickly fell to the ground, the canopy of the tree affecting visibility too much.

Seven throws his sword—a weapon that can manipulate the movement of the person who is hit—and immediately observes the direction of Sumire behind the shadows, and he sees the trees dancing, and he clearly knows that the sword will not succeed.

At the same time, his brain was also beating in a flash due to the after-effects of the influx of memories, and now he would have a headache if he moved a few times, but fortunately the voice did not appear again.

Maybe I've always been?

Increase your efforts, otherwise you won't be able to defeat Sumire at all.

The thought was infinitely magnified in his mind, growing bigger and bigger.

No, the idea should be ...... Flames, and then swords...... No, it will be blocked, the source of all reality is suffering, and the source of all suffering is also reality - gaha.

Thought of it.

Sumire's reach suddenly burned with an inexplicable flame, burning her vigilant face red, and she flew up quickly again.

And in the air, there are almost no obstacles around her, but Shi Qi's sword control can't fly so high, and his body itself doesn't allow it, so for Shi Qi, the main battlefield can only be on the ground.

He needed to follow the steps and climb the flame tears planted in the ground upwards and let the flames fly in the air.

Looking at the suddenly expanding flames, Sumire's heart flashed two decisions, whether to continue flying upwards and then find an opportunity to leave; Otherwise, it can only go down.

"What a joke! I'm an invincible superpower! Sumire connected all the trees that still had a certain form, and as she fell, she began to extract oxygen from the air, and at the same time, she tried her best to seal the surrounding area with energy to prevent oxygen from circulating.

This is already her full performance.

She stores oxygen in the oxygen cylinders she has treated, which is one of the things she carries with her, and one of her killer moves.

As the oxygen decreased, the flames began to weaken, and Shiqi began to gradually have difficulty breathing, and his movements were hindered by headaches from the beginning.

Stop the burning and launch the Scatter.

Shi Qi immediately retracted the Flame God Tears and prepared to start the unexpected plan. At the moment when Ju Sanhua appeared from the protagonist's aura, before he could grab Sumire's position, Sumire had already stepped on the shadows to come behind Shi Qi with the help of the cover of the dense forest.

Oxygen, highly concentrated compressed oxygen, is being thrown at the person in front of her with the movement of Sumire.

By the time Shichi reacted and turned back, it was obvious that he couldn't stop Sumire's movements.

"Huh? You-" Sumire was surprised for a moment, and her hand movements stopped.

Ju Sanhua is gone.

Instead, the sword control sped out.

The sword body exploded the moment it hit Sumire's body, and then a broken sword body appeared on Sumire's body, instantly making a skeleton of equal size according to Sumire's body shape.

Reacting to this, Shichi placed the hilt of his sword on his head, and then, tentatively opening and closing the fingers of his left hand, Sumire's left hand, did exactly the same thing.

"It's over...... Shichi's brain has gradually reduced its ability to think due to lack of oxygen, and he doesn't realize that even if Sumire is controlled, she can leave Gensokyo by silently reciting the password to leave in her consciousness.

He just fell to the ground with Sumire, who was stunned.

Consciousness was blurred, in fact, he should have been confused, but an obsession to bring down Sumire was supporting him to float up from the depths of the ocean.

“…… Feed? Are you done......" He could faintly hear the words of the monster wolf.

- Open the bottle.

"Is that so?" Shi Qi watched his arm move forward, unscrewed the bottle, and then handed it to the person who was busy.

- You have to study hard, reading is the best way out.

Shi Qi didn't question him, didn't question the truth of his words, because I didn't need to doubt it, I was just thinking about it......

Thinking, why should I look for a way out?

The meaning of life is to live, and all actions are to let one's biological instincts be better enjoyed.

The act itself is something that makes oneself meaningful.

Isn't it all behavior? I just read it, I can't read it, I don't need to read it, I think I read it, I read it.

He, I, he, I—

Just a proud man born under a happy shell and eternally lonely, forever holding his head up, looking at his own deep and dark loneliness.

I was just born like this, born like this, born like this, a-

Woke up.

Shi Qi immediately touched his forehead, and the hilt of the sword was still attached to his forehead.

He suddenly looked in the direction of Sumire, and Sumire also looked in the direction of the other side, their heads must not come together.

Ignoring the Imaizumi Shadow Wolf who was about to ask about his physical condition for some reason, at twenty-five o'clock and seven in a grandiose manner, the so-called vigilance was unfounded, and he had an urge in his heart to ask Sumire Usami and ask for her answer—or he didn't want to ask her for an answer, he just wanted to ask her, and he didn't know why: "Who am I?" What's my name? ”

"It turns out ......" Sumire sighed lightly: "I'll just say why, it's really back to the past, but, at this time, you don't know your name?" ”

There are words in her mouth: "Could it be that I have become a member of the closed loop of time?" ”

"What do you think? Qin Deng. Sumire floated herself with her telekinesis, her eyes fixed on the snow-white sky.

Are you calling me? If I follow the Japanese pronunciation, then my name is-

——[Qin Deng]——

Yes, yes, the correct answer is.

My name is Qin Deng.

"Twenty-five o'clock seven, it's Qin Deng." Shi Qi's face twisted and squirmed, his slightly thinner body slowly became stronger, and his hands and feet gradually changed.

Little by little, he changed from a person named [Twenty-Five Hours Seven] who forgot his memories to [Qin Deng].

Perhaps, twenty-five o'clock and seven is not to change back to Qin Deng at all.

How did I turn back into me? I've always been me. It's just that when I am hidden, I reject and rebel against myself even more.

Qin Deng has always disliked himself and the world, so it is natural that when I was born, I could not behave completely in line with Qin Deng.

It could even be said that on the contrary, I was more social, more enthusiastic, had clear goals and objectives, and was bent on breaking away from the non-human world and returning to a peaceful life.

The most important thing, the most important difference, is that [Twenty-Five Hours Seven] is deeply in love with an individual named "Snow on the Mountain".

Twenty-five seven loves her who takes him back to the village with a little rough playfulness, twenty-five seven loves her who is willing to change herself for him, twenty-five seven loves her who is a little lazy but likes the beauty of life very much, twenty-five seven loves her who slowly becomes more and more dependent on him and becomes more natural, twenty-five seven loves her who has been affected by him so she has become uncommon but still loves herself.

At twenty-five o'clock, I have always loved the contradiction but have always loved the snow on my mountain.

But Qin Deng doesn't love anyone.

Qin Deng is not a sign, a symbol, he is just a person, a self-righteous person, and has the life of a self-righteous person.

How could I be him? How could I be me? I'm so different from me now, why do I still become me?

But I have never heard the story of a man named Qin Deng, and I have never known the thoughts of a man named Qin Deng.

Now, whenever that name comes to my ears, my mind is full of fragments of the past.

Yes, I'm Qin Deng. Me too, twenty-five seven. At least for now, I'm still twenty-five and seven.

"I figured it out? Did I figure it out? Qin Deng muttered to himself, but his eyes were fixed on Sumire in the air.

Sumire couldn't do anything about it, she couldn't even spread her hands.

It is you who put the label on yourself, and it is you who tear the label off wildly. Since two completely opposite ideas can be close in essence, why can't Qin Deng be twenty-five and seven at the same time?

"And what are you?" Twenty-five and seven asked Sumire in the air, his head was now uncomfortable, but he felt that his thoughts were clearer than ever.

Because Twenty-Five Seven-Seven accepted himself and accepted himself in its entirety, Qin Deng also accepted himself and accepted Twenty-Five Seven-Seven in its entirety. But just by simply accepting it, Qin Deng was still disgusted with that disgusting self.

He is fundamentally different from the current snow on the mountain.

Shi Qi asked Sumire, but Qin Deng's heart was trying to figure out how he got here.

No, we are not separated, Qin Deng is Shi Qi, and Shi Qi is Qin Deng. So it was Shi Qi who was thinking and reminiscing while asking Sumire, or Qin Deng was thinking and recalling while asking Sumire.

He couldn't think of it, of course, but the correct answer must have overflowed his mind.

Yakumo Purple.

Tampered with his memory, sealed his memory, and then transformed his body into the appearance of twenty-five seven hours, the seal of memory slowly loosened with time, and at the same time, with the loosening of memory, the body returned to the appearance of Qin Deng.

If you ask her why she did this, it probably has nothing to do with malice.

She just wanted to intervene in the life of a human being, but she didn't intervene completely, and in order to suppress her curiosity, she chose to bring him in when he wanted to kill himself, and then set out to change everything about him.

Let him start anew, starting with Gensokyo, she wants to see the human story from the beginning.

Did she succeed or fail?

Shi Qi was still thinking, but he took off the hilt of the sword on his forehead, he naturally already knew who this girl was.

"Sumire, Usami Sumire." Shi Qi only said such a sentence, and then, Sumire's figure disappeared in place.

Sumire opened her eyes and suddenly found herself lying on the bed, everything was like a dream, like a grand dream, the memory was getting more and more blurred, the shadow of the dream was still extremely clear at first, but then it gradually faded away.

Clocks, clocks!

The time is in—

I'm going to forget it all -- transcripts, transcripts --

Sumire now had only a few branches left in her head, and she needed to write them down, which she thought would be important for her to get to Gensokyo!

And just now there was a completely paranormal phenomenon, and time was moving forward abruptly.

"If the records of the guilty will be handed down to the world, where will the resting place of the innocent be?" The Japanese phrase appeared from a completely unexpected corner of Sumire, and then Sumire lost consciousness along with her memory.

After doing everything, Shiki Yingji looked at Modora Okina who leaned out of the corner door with a playful smile on her face, and sighed: "I owe you a favor." ”

The door closed.

Shi Qi looked at the space without waves in front of him, he opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He began to think about what he should do.

Shi Qi pinched his chin, and suddenly felt the urge to cry. But there was no crying.

He was sent here to receive his memories, came here and began to search for his name, and many times he was apparently just a strange guy.

A sick soul, praying for a sick twist.

He was past the time when he needed to think, and Shi Qi knew what he should do.

He found his name, but instead of Yakumo, he began to explore the world.

He just began to walk slowly, slowly, in a known direction, towards a known goal.

Thanking her as he crossed the Imaizumi Shadow Wolf, he crossed the uninhabited road, turned the hands of the clock to the evening, and wore out his twenty-five-seven-hour shoes.

He returned to the flower field.

It's a quiet night.

He staggered and knocked on the door with his hand.

Yuka Kazami, who was in the house, naturally opened the door, and she knew what he was here for.

"Have you figured it out?"

"I am, twenty-five seven. I'm Lord of the Flies who will starve to death in a clean room, and I want to go home. Shi Qi may have figured it out.

Maybe not.

But at least he wants to accompany the snowy twenty-five seven in the mountains, not the helpless and arrogant Qin Deng, who may fall in love with other people in the future and find his own purpose in this world. But there is only one goal at twenty-five hours.

He held up the flowers.

It was only a moment from the door of the house to the outside, and in the blink of an eye, he was already at the door of the village.

The vase was intact, the sky was pitch black, one black and one white.

Shi Qi was sandwiched between black and white, laughing and crying.

Tears flowed along with the rain in the sky. and they were left with them, and they remained in the ground forever.

Maybe it will infiltrate somewhere else, but it's in the ground now.

He walked slowly.

He began to walk briskly.

He started running.

He ran with the vase in his arms.

He stepped on puddles of mud, mud stuck his legs.

Not to mention the foot, how good can the foot that caused him to fall be any better? It's a miracle that it didn't rot in the mud.

He ran under the tree.

The trees were missing a lot of leaves, bare, and the night was so late that there were no new shoots in sight. But it's supposed to be long. Shi Qi thought.

At the door, there was a sunny day doll: it was made of snow in the mountains, and she had been making something like this for the past few days.

Push open the door. I am back.

But where is the sunny day doll hanging at the door, it is clearly an intact and bright chick doll.

It was delicately threaded with a rope and hung next to the door beam.

Flash, shake.

Shi Qi pushed the door open. Laid down the flowers.

Qin Deng saw.

The ears of rice are ripe.