Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 63: Dark gray

Shirai yelled at me hysterically, asking me why I appeared, like the soul of the dead Morino shouting unwillingly. He ate the pale right hand while keeping tears in front of me.

　　 This way we will be together forever. As he said so, his body seemed to be entwined with a certain gray aura, and it seemed that it was gradually becoming an inhuman existence.

　　 He once again hit me with that swift jumping power. The walls, floor and ceiling are all his pedals. It is an extraordinary balance.

　　 Shirai every attack is like an arrow shot. His body is the arrow shaft, and the sharp kitchen knife is the arrow. This is the first time I have seen such a strange attack method. Reminiscent of his basketball game, I can't help but guess, is it possible that his talent is this kind of balance and jumping ability?

　　When my thoughts were running, the blade had left several blood marks on my body.

　　 Although his course of action is very straightforward, even if he sees through, his body cannot escape such a rapid attack without damage. I can only try to swing the dagger, every time I pass him, leaving wounds on each other.

　　 Shirai’s self-healing power is completely beyond any opponent I’ve seen before, whether it’s me as a Mageweave messenger or a special fighter of the Goat Guild taking "Paradise". When weapons and daggers hurt, they can't make the wound heal at such a fast speed.

What on earth is 　　? There is no magic pattern on Baijing's body. According to common sense, it should be just an ordinary doomsday illusion.

　　 Without mentioning whether he can kill him or not, with just one hand, he can't even subdue him. Although I still want to learn more information from him, his life will be hard to save if he is not serious.

　　 After separating from him again, I did not hesitate to draw out a pistol and point at him.

　　 Shirai jumped to the desk immediately with fear. Although mentally and physically, he seemed to be deforming toward an inhuman existence, but he was a normal student half a month ago, and he was still subconsciously afraid of the power of firearms. .

　　 "Don't try, you can't avoid my bullets." I warned.

　　 "..." Shirai opened his mouth to say something, and suddenly bends over and vomits. I thought it was an adverse reaction after eating Morino’s hands, but the situation does not seem to be that simple. Shirai’s hair is turning white at a speed that can be seen, a kind of dry white, and even the skin is like an old man. wrinkle.

　　 "I thought you might be a little sad, but it seems that you don't care about this tragedy at all."

　　 Shirai used his sleeve to wipe the dirt off his mouth, and stared at me with a sad, anguished, and angry look.

　　 "If it weren't for you, everyone could live well..." he said.

　　"Like Morino, I have no choice to live on?"

　　 "What about having no choice? Want to be free? How can there be such good things in this world? Is it Morino's fault if there is no choice?" Shirai choked, shouting with all his strength, "Even if there is no choice , I also hope that Morino can survive, why must it be her to die? Why must it be Sakuya who killed her?"

　　"So, this is venting anger."

　　"Yes, this is venting your anger. I know it. I knew it from the beginning. Although it was Sakuya who killed Morino, I also thought that you did nothing wrong with Takakawa, but I just can’t stand it. When I and you When chatting, you know that you are the kind of self-righteous idiot. Even if others die because of you, you will not feel a little sad, right?"

　　"Important? Idiot? Maybe." I heard myself saying that, "But, I don't hate myself like this, no matter what the outcome, but as long as I make a decision after thinking about it, there is nothing to do. What a pity. But you said one thing wrong, and I feel sorry for Morino's death."

　　 Yes, even if it was Morino who was not very friendly to me, I couldn't calmly treat her death. Otherwise, why should I present a bouquet? Why do you hate those who talk bad about dead people behind their backs and use them as jokes? Why do you want to chat with Shirai?

　　 "Lie! Lie! You liar!" Shirai coughed vigorously, as if to cough out his lungs, "You can't fool me, Gao Chuan, your eyes, your movements, your tone of voice, Everything about you is so strange. Obviously there is no fluctuation, but it makes people think that you are a good person. Actually, that is just a disguise, right?"

　　 I did not answer.

　　 Shirai's breathing suddenly hurried, as if he was enduring great pain, his facial features began to twist, he suddenly turned around in place, looking up at the empty space, revealing an unspeakable expression of fear and excitement intertwined.

　　What did he see?

　　 "It's hot, it's hot." He kept talking, tugging at the skirt of his chest.

　　 "Hey, Shirai, stop it, you'd better go to the hospital." I reminded me kindly.

　　 Shirai showed a dazed expression of hearing voices from afar, his eyes fell on the closet, and he saw himself in the dressing mirror.

　　 doesn't have any look of fear.

　　 "Ah... so that's it. The devil took my life and gave me strength." He muttered to himself, then turned his head and said to me, "You are more like a monster than you are now. Well, Gao Chuan."

　　 "What?"

　　 I think Shirai's appearance seems to have been seen somewhere. I remembered, just like those people in the Goat Guild, they were obviously empty, but they saw the expression of a devil.

　　"Now that I think about it, it’s really strange that you just had a chance to share the same color with me. With a knife and a pistol on your body, your reaction ability is beyond ordinary, and I was stabbed by me, but it seemed like nothing had happened. .Hi, Gaochuan, are you really human?"

　　 What does it mean, nothing happened? The wound on my body is so painful!

　　 "Have you eaten "Paradise"?"

　　"Paradise?" Shirai was a little puzzled, and then he took out the thumb-sized bottle from the pocket of the school uniform. The liquid remaining on the wall of the bottle showed a color that was more purple than blue.

　　"It turns out that the drug Morino sells is called Paradise...It's an incredible drug, although I have heard her say that it can strengthen human functions. It turned out to be true, and it is really a gift from the devil. Now I can even be a **** Kill." He said in a dreamlike tone.

　　 "That's an illusion!" I retorted, "There are no demons at all, and it won't make people invincible~ IndoMTL.com~ wake up, Shirai, don't you see who you are now?"

　　 "If you can get me revenge, it doesn't matter." Shirai's ugly old face showed me an ugly smile, "As you said, if you can accept it, why not accept it? Anyway, everything is fine. It’s too late...it’s strange, I’m getting more and more confused."

　　 Shirai’s gradually unsuccessful language made me fully understand. As he said, everything is too late. He took that special bottle of "paradise" when he went to the toilet, right? Did Morino give him the medicine? Does he know he will become like this? Maybe, enjoying beer and barbecue so kindly with me is saying goodbye to human beings, right?

　　 From the moment he came out of the toilet, he was no longer the same Shirai.

　　 is another toilet talk, a joke of the end.

　　 is too sad.

　　 I don’t hesitate to pull the trigger. Because I didn't have time, I only made a graystone bullet with a clip, but in order to increase its power, I deliberately learned the method circulated on the Internet, filed the bullet out of the cross marks, and turned it into a simple dum bullet.

　　 So, it can be solved with one shot, right?

　　 But, clearly standing in the direction of the gun, he could be locked by my chain judgment, but when I pulled the trigger, his figure suddenly changed to two.

　　 bullet passed between the two figures, bringing out a **** flower.

　　 "How, how is it possible! How can a bullet hurt my body?" The familiar tone as always.

　　 Shirai jumped back, and when the afterimage of his body disappeared, the kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground. A big hole was opened in his right shoulder, but it was only half-continuously drooping there.

　　 I was also taken aback. This was the first time I missed a shot in the true sense of my memory.