Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 111: Dark gray dream

The sound of gunshots and chainsaws continued to sound at the other end of the distance between the two cars. However, it was these death-cold sounds that made me feel that there was a detached silence surrounding me. Shirai and I looked at each other quietly. I felt that our eyes seemed to be exchanging something, but maybe there was nothing.

　　 Those beastly pupils made my throat seem to be stuffed with hot charcoal, hoarse, dry and cracked, as if every time I exhale, my mouth is full of bitter almonds.

　　 lost everything, in order to avenge the guy who lost everything, he eventually abandoned himself, leaving only a beast-like body.

　　 I don’t want to be so miserable.

　　 The guy named "Shirai" who is squatting in front of me now seems to show me the reflection of my future.

　　 One day, the power I possess will also make me lose everything. Will I end up like this in the end?

　　 This irresistible thought turned into a mass of fear that swallowed my mind.

　　 "Speak, Shirai, is this your wish? Can your wish be fulfilled in this way?"

　　 I yelled at him, and Shirai just breathed for a long time, the night wind pulled the bandage on the side of his face, and the opening and closing vertical pupils seemed to be thinking. The light moonlight sprinkled on his body along with the drift of the clouds, which made me feel extremely sad.

　　 I don’t want to be like him.

　　 "No, no, I still have Tomoe. Tomoe will not die as easily as Morino."

　　 Just as I thought about it, I seemed to hear Fu Jiang’s screams. I turned my head and saw the world on the opposite side of the car distorted, deformed human body, tone-shifting voice, extremely bright colors, extremely tragic situation , Countless intelligence instantly drilled back into my brain along my line of sight.

　　 I yelled, and my heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds.

　　What is this? Space superpowers?

　　 I turned my gaze back to Shirai in disbelief, his head seemed to be occupied by that wild pupil for an instant. Blinking again, the outline named Shirai seemed to have only the vertical pupil left in an instant. When I opened my eyes in horror, I suddenly realized that Shirai was still squatting there intact.

　　 What I saw was nothing but an illusion.

　　 I felt like a red needle had been inserted into my head, which made me feel so painful that I could not help but hold on to my forehead.

　　The pain made my mind clear. I knew that I had made a huge mistake. I shouldn’t have thought about these things in battle, but these thoughts were like the silt deposited at the bottom of the pond. The force stirred and rolled up involuntarily. It made me feel very clearly how my brain became muddy.

　　 At this moment, I seem to hear a voice from the depths.

　　Hello, Gao Chuan.

　　Who?

　　In the dream, everything is vivid.

　　What dream?

　　The only way to wake up is to realize that something is actually not right.

　　 Who is talking?

　　 is me, Gao Chuan.

　　Who?

　　 Gaochuan.

　　 I started to feel that something was wrong with me. Everything I saw, thought, and heard became strange. Although there is no sensibility that is wrong, a more mechanical, cold and rational thinking makes everything look like Picasso's abstract paintings.

　　 It's like... I am gradually losing control.

　　 I lose control of thinking and action, an invisible force is interfering with my self-control.

　　As a top student, I don’t allow myself to lose control.

　　 But the voice deep in the soul is saying, why not try to lose control?

　　"Because I am Gaochuan."

　　 "I am also Gao Chuan." The voice said in front of me: "I want to try to lose control."

　　 I let go of the hand that held my forehead and raised my head. I was shocked to find that Shirai's head had changed into another look. It was no longer an outline wrapped in a bandage, but a cold and cruel face.

　　 That is the face of the murderer Takakawa!

　　 Am I... dreaming?

　　 "Yes, you are dreaming, but in this dream, everything is alive." The masked murderer stood up, grabbed a kitchen knife with both hands, and posed in the shape of a cross in front of him, tightly bandaged. The tightly wrapped body became extremely strong as if it were inflated.

　　"The art of decapitation in the heart. If you are injured and die here..." The murderer galloped towards me, laughing wildly, "When I wake up, nothing will happen!"

　　 I immediately raised my weapon and fired, but there was no suitcase in my raised hand. The murderer came to me in no time. The horrible face was less than a centimeter from my nose. The only eyeball that was not covered by the paint was the pupil that was exactly the same as Shirai.

　　hahahahaha—

　　 He gave out a wild and weird laugh, and before my rigid brain had time to react, he stabbed a kitchen knife into my stomach. While the pain signal was transmitted through the nerves, the cross-shaped cold light was on my chest. Flashed on the abdomen.

　　 Shirai jumped back like a gust of wind, leaving me staring blankly at where I was injured.

　　 is like a cardboard box that has been cut open. The muscle layer is torn apart, completely exposing the inside to the air.

　　 There is nothing in there!

　　 There are no internal organs in my opened body, only a swirling gray mist. It is like the heart, like the Milky Way, like the center of the universe, quietly spinning on itself.

　　 An extremely intense pain flooded into the brain.

　　 I couldn't help but scream with my head.

　　 "What's wrong? Top student, are you in pain?" The murderer leaped from side to side and struck me again.

　　 I backed back quickly, groping for the weapons in my body, but there was nothing left except the dagger. Enduring the severe pain, I pressed my open belly back, and when the murderer entered the attack range, I stabbed a dagger at him. Feeling flustered and unorganized, he naturally walked away easily and disappeared in front of me very lightly.

　　 I followed the afterimage left by him and moved my eyes. When I caught the face on the right, two kitchen knives almost removed my arms. I finally used a dagger to hold his chopper, but he kicked my chin with a whirling kick. The violent impact almost twisted my neck~IndoMTL.com~ Then he grabbed his arm. In an instant, I was right in front of my eyes. The world suddenly turned upside down.

　　 I was smashed to the ground, twisted to the back of my arm, and cut off by the murderer.

　　 I didn't care about screaming. I just wanted to run away quickly. I scrambled to hide to the side, but the murderer did not catch up. He raised his head, opened his mouth, and stretched out his long lizard-like tongue to welcome the blood flowing from his broken arm.

　　 The blood volume of that severed arm is so great that it flows like a stream. When the murderer closes his mouth and looks at me, he still showers his face with a bright red, full of wild killing intent. His eyes are also bloody. And although I felt painful, but the broken arm didn't have a drop of blood, and there was no white bones. The muscle tissue was wrapped in that thick gray mist.

　　 This is just a dream. I tried to persuade myself to ignore the pain and restore my calm nature.

　　 "I don't like the look in your eyes." The murderer said to me: "Whether it is the unrestrained emotions or the boiling blood, you always have to control them."

　　 "I don't think it." I took a deep breath and replied: "I will also do things that are not in my own interests on a whim."

　　 "Tsk tusk, look, this way of speaking." The murderer once again put the two swords together, "Question! Can the impulse after thinking be regarded as impulse? After the measured feeling, is it true? Is it surging? When you decide to be passionate, is it really passionate?"

　　 answer! He didn't wait for me to speak, and immediately shouted. Impulse means no thought, unrestrained feelings need not be measured, and enthusiasm is to act before making a decision.

　　 "So..." His voice and figure turned into a violent wind, "Your existence itself is a paradox, high-ranking student Gao Chuan."