Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 317: Dividing line (1)
317 dividing line (1)
Because of the gray mist gains power, and will also lose this power because of the gray mist.
These wizards, like the gray mist monsters, are no longer humans.
They seem to be able to do whatever they want, but in reality they are just slaves to the power of the gray mist. After seeing the ugliness of the last wizard, I no longer feared them, even though their gray fog spells seemed so wonderful.
Perhaps more intelligent wizards will not be so fragile, but fragile wizards must occupy the majority position. The pyramid-shaped ecological structure is also an indisputable existence for these people. In this world, in this age, this structure is truth.
The monster finally ripped off the protection of the gray mist. Just when the wizard thought he had escaped again, the monster suddenly opened its mouth, and I only saw a flash of gray shadow. It was probably the tongue that penetrated the wizard in an instant. The shoulders pulled him over. The wizard uttered a cry of horror and despair. He was about to be bitten by the monster, but the monster in front of him suddenly turned into a mist and disappeared.
The wizard's body was trembling. He was lying on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up. After moving several times, he collapsed on the ground when he knelt up. Then, I heard him let out a slight sob, muttering words that only he could understand. His gray robe clings to his body under the blowing of the night wind, and the lines it presents are extremely thin, like refugees who have been hungry for many years.
This look is really pitiful.
I thought about it this way, but steadily dragged my soft legs behind him. He didn't notice a person standing behind him at all, until I put the folding knife across his back of his neck and put it in front of his throat, the cold and sharp feeling made him look back in a daze.
Before he saw me, I cut his throat.
He plucked up the strength to regain the light, raised his right hand and grabbed my hand. His five fingers were thin, and his nails were long and pale. There was a cold touch from the skin I touched. I didn't resist. I just cut his throat again with a folding knife, and the hand holding my wrist gradually loosened. His body is like a broken puppet, supported only by a folding knife embedded in his throat, which makes me clearly feel that his weight is incredibly light. When ordinary people fall asleep and die, they always make the mover feel extra heavy, but the corpse of this wizard is completely different. I suspect that he is less than ten kilograms now.
The battle is over, and when I cut off the heads of the three wizards, I suddenly felt an invigorating feeling in my heart. Although the idea of finally avenging the victims also occupies a certain proportion, but more, it is a kind of self-liberation.
The first time I encountered a wizard, the first time I was about to die, the first time I saw Father Xi Sen, the first time I understood the Doomsday Shinrikyo, and every first time I felt more and more invisible. Constantly tightening on my body made me almost breathless. Now this kind of shackles have completely disappeared as I cut off the heads of the six wizards in this room.
I saw their strength, and I also saw their weakness. I saw two very different roads diverging under my feet now, each extending to the far and endless front. I understand where I should go.
I feel like a bird in a cage. Under my desperate struggle and impact, the seemingly strong cage grids were finally broken. I flew out, pushed the cage down, and flew to the extremely spacious Sky.
My body and soul are jumping for joy, and the evening breeze blowing into the room seems to tell me: You are free. Although the room became more **** and hideous, the strong smell was still disgusting, but I didn't feel disgusted anymore. In this kind of spiritual joy, I also peeled off the masks of the last three wizards, and then moved all the corpses to a pile, and placed dry and flammable objects on top.
Preparing for the burning of the corpse, I entered the kitchen and took a quick shower.
Probably because no one came to inspect this room from the beginning to the end, I don’t think anyone will come anymore, so instead of leaving here immediately, I look forward to cleaning up the blood on the spot. .
This is a very peculiar feeling, as if I completely dominate everything in this room, including every object and every life. My psychology major also involves some criminal psychology. I have seen cases in the past. Many murderers continued to enjoy the victim’s legacy after killing, instead of fleeing immediately. Although I could remember the psychological theory embodied in this case, Until now, I understand that the memory and self-righteous understanding is so one-sided and superficial. The excitement and pleasure that this behavior brings to people cannot be obtained by imagining such a scene. Only when you are immersed can you realize how strong it is.
I whistled, dried my hair with a towel, took out new shirts and jeans from the closet I didn't know, put on myself, and put on new non-prescription glasses in front of the mirror. In the mirror is a refreshing Gaochuan again. I went out of the hall, found a pack of Camel cigarettes on the coffee table, lit a cigarette with a lighter and took a big mouthful.
The clock hung on the wall sounded at seven o'clock in the evening, and the cuckoo popped up from the decoration of the wooden house above the clock face, making an electronic sound.
I moved the gas tank out of the kitchen, threw the cigarette **** on the corpse, then opened the valve of the gas tank to the end, held my breath, opened the door and walked down the stairs.
When I turned to the back of the unit building and was about to leave the complex, the room occupied by the wizards on the upper floor suddenly roared, and the huge orange-red flame sprayed from the window like a balloon inflated to the extreme. Came out. The entire unit building seemed to tremble because of this, and the scattered scraps shimmered in the firelight, like snowflakes glowing in the next scene.
Undeniably, I think it is very beautiful, and it is the best ending and footnote to this battle.
I retracted my gaze and walked out of the community naturally like an unrelated stranger. After a while, I saw people looking around with expressions of astonishment. Most of them came from the store on the outer wall. People. But they all just looked up at the blazing fire, and no one wanted to fight the fire, because the fire had risen to the point where ordinary people could not put it out in just a minute, but they did not mean to call the police. Under the expression of consternation, people can see a kind of indifference deep into the bones of the bone.
As a murderer and an arsonist, I naturally would not report the fire. Instead, I hope that the fire will last as long as possible. The fire is likely to affect the surrounding houses. Although I thought of this, I still hope that the fire will continue. I understand that I made this decision based solely on speculation, which is not a just move in itself, but I also feel that I have to do this. I can only comfort with the reason that "burning the wizard to death is killing them" in the warehouse. Own.
Of course, I can't deny the ferocity and cruelty that I showed in this ending. The initial behavior may still belong to justice and revenge, but in the end he became a complete arsonist. The change of things is so ridiculous and beyond the expectations of the parties. Nevertheless, I do not have any psychological burden. At this time, I feel that even if there are victims affected by the fire in the report, I feel that I will not regret it, at most I feel sorry and regret for them. But they are people who absolutely don't need such comfort.
I put every thought, emotion and action taken in this murder and arson operation into criminal psychology for analysis, and unexpectedly found that I completely fit the characteristics of those prestigious serial murderers. The only difference is the following I will not continue to do this once. I think I will do it again, because my enemy is clearly blocking the front, and one day in the future, there will be a desperate and unimaginable battle with them. Even this "seeing the enemy" situation is also in line with the characteristics of some serial murderers convicted of insanity.
I thought, when those people commit crimes, it’s the same as me sometimes. Do you think you have to do this?
I finally came to a conclusion that I no longer possess legal justice and goodness. I have become the kind of abnormal murderer that normal people spurn and fear.
As a result, I have to think about what kind of "justice" does my self, who takes "justice" and "hero" as the power of action, represent? Even if it is to save the world and save the doomsday, the achievement of this goal leads to the death of innocent people. Is this also an act of justice and heroism?
In the future, the confrontation with Doomsday Shinrikyo may develop to the scale of war. Then, is such a war justified?
In all the knowledge I have learned, in every history I have studied, in the views of every professor, student, and even stranger, there has never been such a term as "just war".
War will make the death of many people valuable, but it will also make more people die worthless, so everyone believes that war itself is evil. Even in myths and legends, "war" is also classified as a sign of original sin and a pioneer of hell.
I have excellent subjects and quick thinking. I am a man of the school’s student union. I have every trait required by a social elite. But even such an excellent me, I will inevitably fall into an endless loop in this kind of thing. In a strange circle. I sighed for the mistakes I had made, and had a headache that I was becoming the type of person whom I thought was unforgivable in the past, but when I looked back, I found that I would never make another decision at that time.
How many ordinary people are getting deeper and deeper on this road, and eventually become notorious murderers? They think that they are normal and correct like me, but are they really normal and correct?
The joy and joy of killing the six wizards was not diminished by these thoughts, but I just couldn’t help but think about these things.
I just thought about it this way, taking the busy passersby as a silent background, and walking silently on the way home.
For the next week, there were no emergencies. I spent seven days very smoothly. During these seven days, apart from reporting the results of this operation to others, I was thinking about my future. Unexpectedly, everyone in the Whisperers and Father Sisson were surprised that I could kill the wizards, especially since I didn't seem to be injured. In fact, I was also lucky for this result. These wizards were caught off guard. This is the most important reason why I was able to kill them at such a low price. And my victory also gave Hakkei a sigh of relief. It must be a lie to say that she did not feel worried when she learned about the existence of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Church and the Mar Jones family from Father Sisson. But with my results as an example, it also proves that they are not as strong as invincible as imagined.
After being rescued, Morino was depressed for a few days at first, but she soon changed back to her original cheerful and optimistic, and even Shirai and Sakiya showed a relaxed smile. Sakuya was the last person to learn that I had decided to deal with the wizards alone that day. For this reason, she watched me with a silent, depressed and sad gaze for a long time. Although she laughed in front of me, she turned her back. Can still feel her melancholy.
But, how can I comfort her? Making that decision, the last one to let her know, these are irresistible things. I want to guarantee that I will be more cautious in the future, telling her every decision and let her face it with me, but this is simply impossible. Without mentioning many improvised decisions, it is impossible for Sakiya to follow me every moment. In addition to being my partner, she is also a magnificent female college student who has her own life and social activities. Even in the past four years, we did not fully know each other's social relations and certain private affairs. Even couples will not be completely transparent to each other.
Moreover, I don't want her to get involved in such a terrible thing. Even if she has been involved, I hope to slow her down. I know that I am different from before. There are many things that I think I can do or not, and even think I shouldn’t. I committed them when I killed those wizards. It’s impossible to turn around, and I’m also Don't want to look back. I may be able to guarantee that I will not become the kind of villain who is afraid of others, kills wives and abandons children, and has no humanity at all, but once Sakiya does things that should not be done like me, it will be for her. What a blow? Can she still be Sakiya now? Just staying with me is dangerous enough.
I will not change Sakiya. She is now strong and beautiful enough. Once she crosses this boundary, even if she is still beautiful and strong, it is already an abnormal category.
What makes me happy is that after Morino returned to normal, Sakiya also figured it out and stopped struggling with the past. When they return to school, they will continue the last days of college students accompanied by Shirai. Women like them will surely receive many invitations for gatherings. I hope they can forget those unpleasant experiences under Shirai's protection.
As for me, in addition to handing over the procedures and entertainment of the student union, and coping with the excitement and confusion of the lower grades, I am looking for a job that facilitates freedom in working hours. As for the thinking about justice and heroism, When there was no result, I simply left it behind. I think that in the future, if you want to continue the actions of the whisperers and deal with the blow of the doomsday truth sect, you will inevitably have to run around, not only in other provinces of this country, but more likely to become a true "world man." In this way, I need a lot of time and funds to support future actions.
The Whisperers do not have their own industry, and the source of funds for the society is all raised by the members themselves. For me, it has become impossible to work in a university or to work in a research institute of a car company, but it is not that simple to find a free and high-paying job within a period of time after graduation. . These days, I have been communicating with people in the society through my personal connections and soliciting opinions from experienced people. However, the results are not ideal. People who are now in the stage of freedom and high salaries are not like this at the beginning. For them, there is no shortcut. In addition to comprehensive strength and expertise, they also need luck.
Some people told me~IndoMTL.com~In this case, there is only one way to start your own business. However, in the initial stage of starting a business, there was no time to be cloned and he was extremely busy. Others jokingly said to me, why not find a rich woman to marry him? She also suggested that I marry Sakiya after graduation. Her family seems to be very rich. At this point, they were right. Sakuya is a rich daughter, but for us, marriage seems to be a long-distance thing. Moreover, Sakiya herself is a member of Whisperers, and Hakkei would never agree to take part of the dues paid by her association as my contribution.
Besides, because I do not accept the invitation from the school or the employment of the automobile company, the teachers in charge of employment guidance and the professors who have always regarded me as a proud disciple are somewhat worried and keep asking me about my plans. But I can't tell them about the whisperer, so I can only find a way to deal with it. I can't remember what excuses I made up during the forum. However, there was a little disappointment on the faces of those who cared about me at the time. This is especially true for me, and I am full of apologies for it.
Perhaps making a fake business plan can respond to their expectations, but they will inevitably help actively in the process and will inevitably be dismantled. At this moment, I can't help feeling that sometimes being too popular is a troublesome thing. You can't suddenly become indifferent and throw the kindness of these people aside like rubbish.
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