Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 62: Pale hands

After putting on slippers in the hallway, I saw an old black and white TV in front of me. The furniture made of three plywood had peeled off the paint, as if it had been patched. Because of the lack of furniture, the space is very spacious.

　　All the doors are open.

　　Shirai’s room is also connected to the balcony. The room has a desk, wardrobe and wooden bed. On the desk, a wooden board was stuffed at the top of each row of books, and a simple bookshelf was erected in this way, on which the books made of wall calendars were listed. More books are in a wooden box, and almost all textbooks from elementary school to high school can be found. Turning his head, the gray mosquito net was framed on the wall by bamboo poles, telling the gray memory.

　　 Although I have heard that Shirai's family situation is not very good, the actual situation is still quite different from what I imagined.

　　 Compared with him, I am like a noble son born into a rich family.

　　The gap between each other is like the gap between my house and Sakiya’s house.

　　 Shirai brought a low table and two bamboo chairs, and the quark, who had been on my shoulders, jumped onto the desk like a woodpecker. I embarrassedly walked up to grab it and threw it from the balcony.

　　 "Just laughed." I said to Shirai.

　　 "It's okay, it's okay." Shirai smiled and said, "This is the first time I have seen a crow eating wood, won't you give it something to eat?"

　　 "It's used to being wild, probably doesn't like cooked food." I coped.

　　 The two of us spread the food we bought on the table. Shirai skillfully used two chopsticks to pry open the cap of the bottle and pour beer into each bowl.

　　 We drank, ate barbecue, and talked about Morino's past. I don't know Morino's past. In fact, I didn't know it very well until her death, so Shirai said most of the time. I was just a listener.

　　 I wanted to ask him about Greystone, but Shirai couldn't stop as soon as he spoke. It seemed that he wanted to repeat Morino's past, as if she would come back to life by doing so. Only at this time, when he was choked with cigarettes and tears would shed tears, buried his head in a bowl and sipped alcohol, as if drunk and chattering, could he be aware of his sadness and regret for Morino's death.

　　 I couldn't find the opportunity to intervene at all. I realized for the first time that this boy loves Morino so deeply.

　　 Losing the other person, the other person seems to have lost half of his soul.

　　 I am a little envious of Shirai, because there is no such thing as Morino in my memory. This made me feel the impulse of "Anyone can, go and give everything for her right away".

　　 By the time all the beer and food were consumed, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

　　 Neither Shirai and I can talk about the amount of alcohol that is good. After the two drank six beers, their heads were already dizzy. Even drinking plain water could not diminish the nausea that rushed into the throat from time to time.

　　 Shirai stood up swayingly, looking like he was going to the toilet. I still remember that Shirai said that there was something to show me, so I asked him casually.

　　 "It's in the middle drawer of the desk. The key is on the desk. Find it yourself." Shirai said so and walked out of the room.

　　 I searched on the desk for a while, and even moved all the books on the desk to the other side, but I didn't see any keys at all. Although I also wondered if Shirai's memory was wrong, it might have been knocked off by the action just now.

　　 So I went under the table and looked for it.

　　Because the upper body was tucked under the table, when Shirai came over, he only vaguely noticed that the light shining from behind was a little dim.

　　 "Don't look for the key, Shirai." I said casually.

　　 "Because it's not there at all." Shirai's voice came from behind gently: "The lock has long been broken, and the key can't be found."

　　What is he talking about? I couldn't react for a while.

　　 "Hey, you just said..."

　　 The shadow behind 　　 shook weirdly, and the air was also flowing abnormally. The interlocking judgement could automatically start to operate for the first time, and an extremely dangerous signal was sent.

　　 A vague figure appeared in his mind, and the person behind him was holding something and holding it high above his head.

　　 I subconsciously wanted to get out, but the thing had fallen suddenly.

　　 sharp.

　　 Even if I tried my best, because my body was confined in the small space under the table, the deadly part was only slightly moved away.

　　A sharp pain came from the lower back in an instant. Something hard and sharp, probably a knife, plunged deeply into the stomach and then pulled it out.

　　Before it hit for the second time, I endured the pain and stuffed my whole body under the table, then stood up vigorously and overturned the whole table. With the messy dumping sound, I turned around, and the shining arc cut open my clothes, marking a blood mark on my chest.

　　The blade struck me for the third time, blocked by the dagger that popped out of my sleeve.

　　 I pushed hard, and the assailant jumped back. He moved agilely like an ape, his hands hung in front of him, his figure swayed, and the school uniform of the same style as mine was worn straight on his body, exuding a strange and strange aura that he had never seen before.

　　 is Shirai.

　　 He holds a sharp-headed kitchen knife in his hand, and the orange light falling from the bulb is flowing on the knife, slightly dazzling. Shirai's face hung down, hidden behind the shadow of his hair, as if looking at his own face reflected in the blade of the sword.

　　 I covered the wound behind my waist with my left hand, and it was the first time in my memory that I was hurt so badly.

　　 "Shirai?" The low voice seemed to come from his own mouth.

　　 "It's me." Shirai raised his head, and through the gap in his hair, he could see a pair of cloudy eyes.

　　 is very different from the Shirai I saw before.

　　 I have killed people, so I can smell the scent of killing and decisiveness from his body. His eyes are nothing but the eyes of a person who does not care about the consequences and his fate.

　　 "Why? Why are you killing me?" I asked.

　　 "Why?" Shirai straightened his back a little, and said word by word: "Because of venting anger."

　　 "Vent your anger?" I repeated the words, touching the pistol behind my waist. But before he gives a reasonable answer, I don't intend to kill him immediately.

　　Because the body is strengthened by graystone, the speed of bleeding from the wound is rapidly decreasing, and the pain gradually restores strength and mentality. Shirai is a person who returned from the doomsday illusion alive, and his kitchen knife is not a boundary weapon, so lucky.

　　 Shirai is not in a rush to attack, and seems to be playing the abacus of delaying time to drain my blood.

　　 "I'm sorry, I knew from the beginning who killed Morino."

　　 "Who?"

　　"Sakuya."

　　I was almost stunned when I heard this very familiar name. At the moment of stunned, Shirai seemed to have a spring on his feet, jumped sideways, stepped on the wall and rushed towards my left hand, which didn't hold a knife.

　　 is probably because the ability of chain judgment is at work. His course of action is directly described in advance in his mind in the form of lines.

　　 My body reflected faster than my mind, and turned around and blocked the chopper with a dagger.

　　 gave a clanging sound.

　　 The dagger and the kitchen knife are twisted together, and there are several collisions~IndoMTL.com~ Our footsteps are walking on an arc, drawing one circle after another on the ground.

　　 At almost the same speed and angle, Shirai and I kicked each other's abdomen at the same time, and each moved back.

　　 I stood at the place where Shirai was previously, and Shirai withdrew behind the desk I had turned over.

　　 "Sakiya killed Morino?" A bad premonition rose in my heart.

　　 "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Shirai squatted down and played with the desk drawer. "That day, Morino received a call from Sakiya, although she didn't say it was Sakiya, but I know it must be Because she was a little worried, she followed..."

　　 Shirai took something out of the drawer.

　　 I opened my eyes wide, it was a right hand.

　　 has probably been treated, it has not rotted, the skin is pale, and it exudes an uncomfortable smell.

　　 I thought, this is the hand that Morino was cut off, right?

　　 is hard to believe. However, Shirai is probably telling the truth. Sakiya is a prisoner, and he just cut off the arm of Morino's corpse.

　　"Sakuya killed Morino. She was obviously a friend, but killed her because of a moment of anger. I wanted to kill her to avenge Morino, but she has a strange power. Now I can’t kill her, too. I can't find her, so I can only kill you. Maybe after I kill you, Sakiya will take the initiative to come to me."

　　 Shirai placed his cheek on the right hand that was severed by the elbow and gently rubbed it.

　　"Do you know? Takakawa, Sakiya was angry because Morino said bad things about you. She said Morino is a bad person, and don’t be Morino’s friends anymore. She knows nothing, obviously Morino does it for her Being so distressed, he is obviously a friend... Why did Morino have to die like this? It's too sad, too sad! Isn't it? Gao Chuan!"