Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Chapter 62: Pale hands

After putting the slippers on the porch, I saw an old black and white TV. The furniture made of plywood has been painted off, just like a patch. Due to the lack of furniture, the space is very spacious.

All doors are open.

Shirai's room also connects to the balcony. There is a desk, wardrobe and wooden bed in the room. On the desk, a wooden board was stuffed on top of each row of books, and a simple bookshelf was set up with books on the cover made of calendars. More books are in a wooden box, and almost all textbooks from elementary school to high school can be found. Turning his head, gray mosquito nets were placed on the wall by bamboo poles, telling gray memories.

Although I have heard that Shirai ’s family is not very good, there are still a lot of discrepancies between what I see and what I imagine.

Compared to him, I am like a rich son born to a rich family.

The gap between each other is just like the gap between my house and Sakuya's house.

Shirai moved a low table and two bamboo chairs, and the quark who had been staying on my shoulder jumped up to the desk, and like a woodpecker, he kept pecking at the countertop and making a clicking sound. I embarrassedly walked up to grab it and threw it from the balcony.

"I laughed." I said to Shirai.

"It's okay, it's okay." Shirai said with a smile: "This is the first time I have seen a crow that eats wood, don't you give it a bit?"

"It's wild, probably don't like cooked food." I coped.

The two of us spread the food we bought on the table. Shirai used two chopsticks to pry open the cap and pour beer into their bowls.

We talked about Morino's past while drinking and eating barbecue. I do n’t understand Morino ’s past. In fact, she was n’t very familiar until she died, so most of the time Shirai was saying that I was just an audience.

I want to ask him about graystone, but Shirai can't stop as soon as she opens her mouth. It seems that she wants to repeat Morano's past, and it seems that she will come back to life by doing so. Only at this time, when he was choked with cigarettes, would tears lie down, buried his head in the bowl, and sipped, drinking, as if drunk and nagging, only to realize his sadness and remorse for Morino's death.

I couldn't find the opportunity to intervene for the first time. I first realized that this guy loves Morino so much.

Lost the other party, and the other person seemed to have lost half of his soul.

I am a little envious of such Shirai, because in my memory, there is no such thing as Morino. This gave me the urge to "everyone can do everything for her immediately".

When all the beer and food are eaten up, it's almost ten o'clock in the evening.

I can't talk about the amount of liquor between Shirai and me. After the two of them drank six beers, their heads started to be dizzy, and even drinking plain water could not dilute the nausea from time to time.

Shirai stood up swayingly, as if to go to the toilet. I still remember Shirai told me something before, so I asked him casually.

"In the middle drawer of the desk. The key is on the table, you can find it for yourself." Shirai said, and walked out of the room.

I searched for a while on the desk, and even moved all the books on the table to the other side, but I didn't see any keys at all. Although I wondered if Shirai remembered it correctly, it might have been touched by the action just now.

So I got under the table and looked.

Because the upper body was tucked under the table, when Shirai came over, he only faintly noticed that the light from behind was suddenly dim.

"You don't need a key, Shirai." I said casually.

"Because it's not there at all." Shirai's voice came softly from behind: "That lock has long been broken, and you can't find the key."

What is he saying? I couldn't react at the moment.

"Hey, you just said ..."

The shadow behind shook strangely, and the air was flowing abnormally. The ability to judge the chain automatically started to operate for the first time, and an extremely dangerous signal came.

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

I subconsciously want to get out, but the thing has suddenly dropped.

sharp.

Even if you tried your best, but because the body was confined in the small space under the table, it only slightly removed the deadly part.

Suddenly pain came from the back of the waist. The hard and sharp thing, probably a knife, plunged deep into the stomach and pulled out again.

Before the second attack, I endured the severe pain and stuffed my whole body into the bottom of the table. Then I stood up and turned the whole table upside down. With the messy dumping sound, I turned around, and the shining arc cut my shirt and made a blood mark on my chest.

The blade hit me for the third time, blocked by the dagger I popped from the sleeve.

I pushed hard, and the sneak attacker took advantage of it to jump back. His movements were agile like a monkey, his hands were dangling in front of him, his figure wobbled, his school uniform of the same style as me was worn on the body in a pensive manner, emitting a strange and strange atmosphere that he had never seen before.

Is Shirai.

He had a kitchen knife with a sharp head in his hand, and the orange light that fell from the bulb flowed on the knife, slightly dazzling. Shirai's face hung down, hidden behind the shadow of his hair, as if looking at his face reflected from the blade.

I covered the wound behind my waist with my left hand. In my memory, I was so injured for the first time.

"Shirai?" The deep voice seemed not to come from his own mouth.

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

Is completely different from Shirai I saw before.

I have killed people, so I can smell the killing that comes from him. His eyes are nothingness, that is, he does not care about the consequences at all, and his own end, the eyes of the murderer.

"Why? Why kill me?" I asked.

"Why?" Shirai raised some rickety back straight, saying one by one: "Because of venting anger."

"Relieve anger?" I repeated the word, while touching the pistol behind my waist. But before he gave a reasonable answer, I did not intend to kill him immediately.

Because the body is strengthened by graystone, the speed of bleeding in the wound is rapidly decreasing, and the pain also gradually restores the strength and consciousness. Shirai is a living person who has returned from an illusion of doomsday. His chopper is not a weapon of limit, which is too lucky.

Shirai is not in a hurry to attack, and seems to be playing an abacus that delays time for my blood to drain.

"Sorry, I knew from the beginning who was the murderer who killed Morino."

"Who?"

"Sakuya."

Hearing this extremely familiar name, I was almost stunned. At the moment of trance, Shirai seemed to have a spring on his foot, jumped sideways, and stepped on the wall towards my left hand without a knife.

Is probably the ability of chain judgment to work. His course of action is directly described in the mind by lines.

My body reflected faster than my thoughts, and turned around to block the kitchen knife with a dagger.

Made a sonorous sound.

The dagger and the kitchen knife were twisted together, and they collided several times again ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Our footsteps walked on an arc, drawing one circle after another on the ground.

Almost at the same speed and angle, Shirai and I hit each other's abdomen at the same time, each backing away.

I stood at the place where Shirai had been, and Shirai retreated behind the desk he turned to.

"Sakuya killed Morino?" I had a bad hunch in my heart.

"Yeah, I saw it with my own eyes." Nobody squatted down beside Shirai and fiddled with the desk drawer. "That day, Morino received a call from Misaki, although she didn't say it was Misaki, but I know it must be her because Somewhat worried, so I kept up ... "

Shirai takes something out of the drawer.

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

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

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

I can't believe it. However, Shirai probably tells the truth. Saya is a prisoner, and he just cut off the arm of Morino's body.

"Sakuya killed Morino, 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 ca n’t kill her, and I ca n’t find it. She can only kill you, maybe after killing you, Miyake will come to me on her own initiative. "

Shirai put his cheek against the right hand that was cut with his elbows and gently rubbed it.

"Did you know? Takakawa, Sakuya was angry because Morino said your bad things. She said Morino is a bad guy, and she never wants to be a friend of Morino again, she knows nothing, and she is so troubled for her. , Obviously a friend ... Why should Morino have to die like this? Too sad, so sad! Isn't it? Gao Chuan! "

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