Early see Riyi, "Memories of Death",

The wind and clouds are surging over the isolated island, the tide of the gray and yellow sand beach rises and falls, the fishy water is greasy, and the smell of blood is hidden in the smelling air.

Hayami Rika opened her eyes and found herself in a place that she would never forget in her life - the island of blood like raising Gu.

With a blank face, she was a little overwhelmed, and subconsciously touched her throat, only to find that although she had feelings, she couldn't control this body.

"I remember." Not even the sound could pass through the body, only in the depths of the soul.

She remembers. She's dead, right?

Thoughts flickered, and the last clear image in my mind was a silver-gray mouse face stained red with blood.

So, hell after death

Morning saw Rii look around blankly, is this the place? She's been here for three years, and it's a familiar place!

Boom!

Suddenly, there was an undulating and struggling writhing beneath him, and a suffocating whimper sounded in his ears.

There's something! Under her!

"I'm sorry! I just want to live. The lips of the body moved uncontrollably, and I saw that Riyi subconsciously lowered her head, but saw that her hands were holding a ring of neck.

The child's face was blue and he was blinking in pain, his hands scratching helplessly and helplessly, leaving a bloody red.

She can't mistake that face—it was her own face!

Rii's face early!

But if the person below is Rika Hayami, who is she?

For a moment, she only felt that the scene in front of her was somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, the girl under her seemed to have regained her senses, and her hands struggling wildly pushed back, and a terrifying power erupted from the near death, overturning the person who originally had an absolute advantage!

"It's so familiar."

The sky was spinning, the offense and defense were reversed, and Rii Hayami, who was thrown to the ground, muttered.

She looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but lose her mind.

The 12-year-old girl riding on her bit her lip fiercely, and she didn't even have time to gasp for breath with the red and purple handprints on her neck, so she picked up the broken glass on one side and held it high, hesitating for a moment.

"I want to survive too!" She choked and muttered, and instead of crying, a sharp transparency fell!

Bright red spray, stained red-gray sandy shores.

Severe pain blooms in the wounds!

Suffocation poured into my mind, and the passing vitality was pulling away every bit of strength from my body.

It's on par with the pain of self-infliction before coming here.

It's a desperate scene, but Rii Hayami, who has already tasted death once, doesn't care.

She just looked at herself in a daze, constantly raising her hand and falling, muttering sorry and wanting to live the young self.

A drop, a string, a piece of the face, stained with open blood.

This place, this weather, this people, this language, each one is so familiar!

The sound of the waves, the coldness of the sand, the scorching heat of the blood, and even the life-depriving glass lines are the same as the memories that are constantly replayed every night.

Although the angle is different, Rika Hayami seems to have become the last person to be killed, but in the sky that can be seen now, the twisted and tumbling sky is exactly the same as what the first person he killed saw at the beginning.

The first person he killed???

Rika Hayami, who was in near-death pain, slowly widened her eyes,

That's right! That's right!

So she's here now?

Salsa!

Blood-soaked broken glass fell on the beach, and Rika Hayami, whose eyes gradually lost their luster as she tasted death eating away at her life.

Eventually, she stared at her young self, and from those little blank eyes, she determined whose body her soul was now.

The bleeding face, the lifeless face, the familiar face, and the familiar curls - it seems to have become! became

Pain and suffocation, death and darkness, one after another.

His thoughts were slightly interrupted, and he saw that Riyi closed his eyes, but there was an ethereal voice from another person in his ears.

"I really didn't think of it at that time,"

The wind and clouds are surging over the isolated island, the tide of the gray and yellow sand beach rises and falls, the fishy water is greasy, and the smell of blood is hidden in the smelling air.

White and black are intertwined, and in a new reincarnation, Rika Hayami is back here again, her hands are pinching her childhood self.

Familiar and unfamiliar voices came with the sea breeze, and transparent shadows crouched beside the two.

A curly-haired girl looked at the two of them, or at least at this one.

Facing the vicissitudes of life of the 17-year-old soul and the immature face of the 12-year-old, she sighed.

"Why did you let you kill it, Liyi, Liyi, I really underestimated you at that time." - That's the first life Rii Hayami finally took in the extreme struggle, and it's the voice of the undead!

The words of the undead are filled with waves of regret, and the rolling waves are mixed with bubbles of self-deprecation and helplessness.

The bubbles shattered, and a subtle salty sea breeze blew, condensing unwillingness, anger, relief, resignation and even happiness, that endless complex emotions! No one says, no one knows!

Plop! Sand and stone thorn back!

The dazed 17-year-old soul was once again slammed down by the young 12-year-old's face, and the long glass was about to sink into his throat again.

Is it? Is hell the replacement of the undead and the constant experience of the pain of the killings they once committed?

The so-called hell is death! Death! Death! Keep the process going?

Rii Hayami, who thought she was dead, closed her eyes in resignation and waited quietly for the next sanction.

The pain has not come for a long time.

Time and space stood still, and it was the choice of the Inquisitor.

"You kill me once, I'll kill you once." The girl with curly hair, she clasped the hand of 12-year-old Rii Sawami.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar 17-year-old soul in her body, she chuckled with mixed feelings,

"OK, Liyi, let's clear the two."

"Instead of watching you die over and over again"

"I want to see how you're going in life now." The curly-haired girl shook her head with her eyes and shouted freely,

"Next stop!"

The scene shattered, and the young girl could be seen picking up the broken glass again, stepping on the small bloody footprints on the beach.

She still didn't cry, just kept muttering, "I want to live, I want to live"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

sea breeze swirling sand grains,

The dead curly-haired girl on the beach, whose eyes had not been blinded for a long time, closed.

The clouds in the sky that no longer roll in the sea of bareless eyes may be her helpless forgiveness.

"Memories of Death", the first undead, 1 time.

Until midnight,

The young Morning Riyi pinched the glass and quietly appeared behind the boy who arranged the trap, covering his mouth and cutting his throat, all in one go!

The blood smeared and spread, and in the cold moonlight, the licking mist spread.

"I'm sorry, I want to live too." She still didn't shed tears, and said the last parting words to the "self" who collapsed on the ground without the slightest struggle.

"Look! Rika is very talented, isn't she? The curly-haired girl looked at the trap boy who appeared beside her, and said provocatively, "Anyway, the trap you set at that time wouldn't be aimed at me, right?" ”

"It doesn't matter," the boy was silent, not knowing if he was sullen or not, "we're dead. ”

"Cut, you're still so boring!" The curly-haired girl hooked up on the boy's back and raised her eyebrows at the girl who had disappeared into the depths of the jungle with a big grin, "Rika is gentle, isn't she?" Unlike me, when you died, you shouldn't have felt much pain, right? ”

"It doesn't matter," the boy touched his throat unconsciously, dying too quickly at the time, and it was really not painful, "I said that we are dead. ”

"What's important?" The curly-haired girl blinked and smiled, "How long are you going to let her stop at your stop?" ”

"It doesn't matter, I said we're dead." The boy yawned, "I just want to get back to where I need to go now." ”

"So?" The curly-haired girl raised her eyebrows.

"So what's next?" The boy has no good airway, he has died once, why is this person still so sticky

“good！ I haven't seen you for a long time, but my strength is good! The girl gave a thumbs up and pulled out a deck of playing cards, "Do you play ghost cards?" ”

"As I said, we're dead, and it's all inevitable." The boy was so angry that he wanted to jump to his feet, and he was most annoyed by this woman

"As before," the curly-haired girl murmured softly, like a dream, interrupting the boy's words and thoughts again,

"Don't play?" Moonlit eyes.

"Playing" immature syllables, helplessly echoing in the night sky.

The corners of his mouth sketched a smile that he didn't need to kill each other anymore.

"Memories of Death", the second undead, 1 time.

The 12-year-old's face was fierce and quickly twisted his neck, leaving no room for the person in front of him to struggle, and the pain disappeared in an instant, and he died without knowing it.

The angry long-haired girl with a small belly and chicken intestines thinks that she has to vent her anger a few more times!

But she saw that the two people in front of her were smiling and the other was cold, all staring at her without exception, shaking the sharp blades and unopened playing cards.

"Damn! I'm so convinced! The long-haired woman broke her spit and snatched the playing cards angrily, "I know, can't I?" ”

"Next stop!"

"Memories of Death", the third undead, 1 time.

"Next stop."

"Next stop."

or helpless, or relieved, or not cared about.

The people who died on the island, without exception, did not open a second time.

Rather than the pain of punishment, there is no task in which only one person can survive, and people like them may care more about the word "reunion".

This time, no one is persecuting them!

This time, "Ninja Family", it won't be fake.

"Memories of Death", the seventh undead, 1 time.

"Memories of Death", the eighth undead,

The cozy cabin, the crying baby under the bed, and the "seniors" who heard the sound are eyeing each other, and they are interested in thinking about the means of torture and fun.

But I only heard a click!

12-year-old Riki Hayami turned back with a cold face, and suddenly broke the delicate neck without the slightest hesitation.

"Tsk, it's the product of that plan, it's like a machine." The senior snorted disdainfully, turned his head away, stirred up the bloody knife, and kicked the woman on his side casually, only to see that his face was cut into a bloody mud - a cruel method.

As everyone knows, the Seven Souls are looking at the "executioner" in front of them in disbelief, unable to believe it.

Tears fell on the foreheads of the dead children.

The shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, but they didn't dare to let out a little sobbing - suppressed emotions!

"Isn't it? Rika is crying? The curly-haired girl was taken aback and threw the cards in her hand, "Pair two!" ”

"Cut," the long-haired girl rolled her eyes in anger, "didn't you shed a single tear when you killed us all?" Now it's hypocritical. ”

"If you are less, it is really you who survived, will you cry for us?" The trap boy glanced at her, his face slightly relaxed, and whispered, "Of course, there is no you in those tears." ”

"Hey~, it's really numb!" The long-haired girl shuddered,

"But," she said, hiding the unspoken whisper in her mind.

"Bomb!" The boy with the "paralyzed cat" silently threw out four cards and wrote the words "annoying" and "hard-mouthed" on the foreheads of the curly-haired girl and the long-haired girl.

The men and women who followed shrugged their shoulders and inadvertently saw the words on each other's foreheads again, and laughed and became a mess!

The scene shattered again, and the curly-haired girl had an extra doll in her arms.

The doll Gu Lu rolled her eyes, and her spirituality became more and more serious, as if she had grown up in an instant after a life that she had never had a chance for.

Then, in the surprised eyes of the seven "ninjas", she pointed to the 12-year-old girl and the 17-year-old "baby" in front of her, and babbled,

"Next stop!"

"Memories of Death", 8th undead, 1 time.

Compared to the bloody and negative images in Red Word, the real experiences of the eight undead in the realm of Crime and Punishment are a little more tender.

Eight one-time passes complicated Lu Mingfei's expression.

Silent and did not comment, he just chose to watch quietly and later, and then the situation changed and unified.

In the spring mud, the family of three who died in a car accident on an outing lasted the hot and hot death nine times, five of which were the mother's hysterical scolding - why should she bring her own children.

But in the gradual return to reason, he chose to hold his children and husband and skip loudly.

Compared to another person's suggestion to drown their family of three in the water, the instant explosion of Riyi's setting didn't make their children feel painful at least.

In the summer cicada, the brother and sister who were deprived of their lives by bullets repeated the bloody moment seven times!

Six of them originated from the angry boy, and I don't know what kind of mood he was in, and he finally chose to give up under the sophistry of the curly-haired girl.

What shooting doesn't make people feel the slightest pain and doesn't have any punitive effect at all, so why waste time here?

Don't you think Rika is very gentle? At least it didn't torture you?

What do you say, your sister and a girl's family have only used it once, and now it's all now, why do you have a small belly and chicken intestines when you are a big man?

Muttering that there is a debtor and a debtor, if you really want to avenge your sister, it is the best choice to let Riyi survive and destroy the Narauszi organization!

The trap boy rolled his eyes speechlessly, only to think that she was really born in the wrong place.

With this mouth, it's a pity not to have stand-up comedy.

What breed of metamorphosis?

Who would have thought that? There was a first-morning pear cloth pusher in the undead?

(End of chapter)