The indescribable "I"

There is only that sentence on this page.

[I want to kill everyone. 】

Bai Jiu turned over this page, and when she turned to the penultimate page, she found that the handwriting was too thick, leaving its mark on the second page.

It almost overlaps and merges with another sentence——

[I'm in pain, but I don't want to die, why?I'm the one who's going to die? 】

The cold white light flows gently on the diary, trying to smooth out the slightly hideous handwriting.

He silently turned over page by page, and countless lines of words drilled into his mind, like sharp scalpels cutting his nerves.

The pupils flicked across the flying book shadows, like a piece of memory was constantly replayed, and the rest was just the same indifference.

slap-

He closed the pages of the book calmly, and pulled the curtains of the room tight to prevent the moonlight from taking advantage of it.

Then Bai Jiu took clean clothes and walked to the bathroom.There are a total of two bathrooms in the house, which are also toilets and are connected with the room.

The warm water flowed from the nozzle, wet his fine forehead hair, and washed the dirt on his body.

He was covered with a lot of dust and grass clippings today, and he vomited blood mouthful after using magic overdraft, so he smelled very bad.

Apply shower gel and increase the strength of the water flow.

The water drops passed over the cheeks and slender neck, passed over the delicate collarbone, flowed down the firm waist, and secretly entered the invisible absolute realm.

"Aha--"

He gasped, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Suddenly, he lowered his head to look in the mirror, and a pair of scarlet bloodshot eyes were reflected in the hazy mist, terrifying and resentful, full of negative emotions.

Bai Jiu covered her eyes with one hand for a while, and when she opened them again she regained her composure, as if nothing had happened.

After a simple wash, he walked out of the bathroom. There was not a single piece of clothing covering his body, and he was exposed to the air. When he was drying and dressing, his shoulder blades showed pale and powerful arcs, and his muscles were smooth and beautiful.

Bai Jiu sat in front of the writing desk, her pupils were dim and her irises were bloodshot.

A ray of flame sprang up from the pale fingertips, touching the edge of the diary.When fire meets paper, it is happily burned like a long-lost lover reunited.

The pages of the book were scorched black and curled up, bursting out sparks.

Firelight jumped on his cold white face.

At this moment, there was a painful cry.

A faint black air suddenly evaporated from the diary, and the black and golden red flames intersected, and a line of words emerged from the blazing fire.

【How did you find out? 】

"When you tricked me into killing people."

Bai Jiu said.

With his strength restored a little, he cast a sound-blocking spell over the door.

It was as if the room was silent.

【how is this possible? ! ! 】

The words twisted and rolled in the firelight.

When Bai Jiu was flipping through the diary, he felt the residual resentment condensed and gathered. When his chest began to roll with strong hatred, he realized something was wrong.

After careful perception, he found that his diary had become fine.

In other words, its resentment "lived" over.

It has become an alien.

Unlike the one that was summoned in the sacrificial ceremony today, it was not created by some god. Perhaps it was the red moon night that catalyzed this resentment, transforming it into a creature with form, and even had self-awareness.

Its sense of self resides in a diary.

Aliens can be formed in many ways, creating, polluting, transforming...

They are the enemies of normal life, twisted products that bring despair and pain.Aliens transformed by resentment, hatred created them, they will create hatred, and they will return to hatred.

He pretended not to know, went to take a bath, made it let down its vigilance, and drew the curtains by the way to block Hongyue's peeping.

Then, set it on fire and burn it.

【...Why did you burn me? 】

The diary opened a blank page, and it seemed to be screaming invisible.

The alien species born from his resentment frantically wrote a sentence of questioning.

[I'm going to kill them——! 】

【I am the diary you wrote!What I do is what you want to do!let me go!Let me go out and kill them all! ! ! 】

【Why did you burn me? ! ! 】

He closed his eyes coldly, and spoke clearly, "You are just a diary, you don't understand what I think—"

"I don't need you to do things for me." He paused, his tone arrogant and cold, "And I wouldn't do that before."

[It was your resentment that gave birth to me, and it was you who wrote me down! 】

The ink-black handwriting was dyed with dazzling scarlet, and every word in it was trembling, like a group of crazy mental patients scurrying across the pages.

【What are you running from? 】

It has been burned halfway, and the traces of scorched black are constantly spreading its body.

"That's true, but you were a coward who wrote it at the time," he said, and the flames at his fingertips grew stronger.

The diary was completely burned to ashes at that moment, and it asked unwillingly, 【Why... what? 】

It still can't understand that the resentment enough to make it born comes from Bai Jiu, but its owner refuses to let it use the contents of the diary.

--why?

[I'm in pain, but I don't want to die, why?I'm the one who's going to die? 】

[I want to kill everyone. 】

No, you won't do that.

Because you are a coward.

In the past, Bai Jiu only dared to attack herself.

He walked to the light switch, as if he saw his old shadow sitting alone at the desk——

His eyes were scarlet, but he couldn't shed a single tear. After writing the last sentence, he threw the pen out again.Then he tried to strangle himself, tightening his fingers and exerting force.

The desire to survive was too strong, so he couldn't use his ruthless hand, so he used a blade to cut a series of scratches, which were extremely ferocious, but he still couldn't scratch the artery.

He is in pain, but he doesn't want to die.

I can't really take revenge on the world.

Bai Jiu stroked the old and new scars on his arm with his fingertips, and he lowered his sleeves to cover the scars on his wrist.Some things don't need Yvette to know.

He turned off the light and the room was dark.

——The old him also disappeared.

Opening the door, Hikaru greeted him.

All the rubbish and stains on the ground are gone.

Yvette is squatting on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control of the old TV at home, enjoying a picture with great interest.

In a short period of time, he learned to watch TV without a teacher.Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and smiled, and asked, "Brother, are you okay?"

The TV is playing a program.

"Dog Hook is man's best friend." A woman stroked the head of a golden retriever and smiled at the camera. "It is also your most loyal companion."

"Of course, Gougou needs to be kissed and stroked frequently." The woman said affectionately, "You have to take care of it from time to time..."

Yvette excitedly said: "I like this show."

With his hands on his cheeks, he made a yearning gesture, staring at the screen with a cute face: "Wow, I really want to be my brother's dog!"

Bai Jiu's blood pressure immediately went up.

He walked into the kitchen with a sneer, picked up a kitchen knife and found a cucumber, cut it off neatly, and cut the long strips into slices.

He said: "If you dare to change, I will dare to take you for sterilization."

Yvette: "...then I'll be a bird."

Bai Jiu took out another ham sausage, "Then be your bird."

He moved quickly in his hand, the blade was sharp, and it was still sliced.

Yvette became more obedient: "Okay, I will do it well."

Bai Jiu thought this was very strange, but couldn't tell where it was strange.

He boiled a pot of water. When the water boiled, he put down a handful of dried noodles, threw the sausage in and cooked them together, and when the noodles were soft, he scooped them up together.

Put some seasoned noodles in two separate bowls, and a plate of sliced ​​cucumbers with added sugar. He took out two pairs of chopsticks and sent them to the dining table together.

"Come and eat." He knocked on the bowl.

"coming."

Yvette disappeared from the sofa in an instant, the remote control "clicked" on the sofa, and he appeared on the chair in front of the dining table.

He curiously held up two small sticks, because he didn't know how to use chopsticks, so he couldn't pick up the noodles no matter what.So he just drank up the soup and stuck out his tongue to lick the noodles.

There were small cross flowers blooming on Bai Jiu's forehead, and he tapped the bowl vigorously with his chopsticks.

"Don't do that!"

Yvette looked at him blankly, then at the ball of noodles, stretched his mouth wide on both sides, and swallowed the whole bowl in one gulp.

"Pa—" the bowl fell out of his mouth, and it was already clean.

Yvette said happily, "I'm done eating!"

"........."

Bai Jiu realized that he really looked like a dog.

In the three years in the different world, Bai Jiu has changed almost everything, but his cooking skills have not changed.

For example, for his three meals a day, he went to the town to buy ready-made bread and hoarded it, and occasionally went to the dense forest to hunt prey and pick a certain amount of fruits and vegetables, anyway, just ripen them.

For another example, right now he slices the ingredients, throws the noodles into the pot, and takes them out after they are cooked, without adding oil or salt.

Because it's not necessary at all.

He lost his sense of taste a long time ago, and this is not the only sequelae of his soul being cut.

Yvette also has no taste, and he doesn't even need normal food.However, Bai Jiu habitually makes two servings and asks him to eat together.

He picked up a noodle and ate it, thinking to himself, there are rarely two people on this table.

During the washing, Bai Jiu refused Yvette's help.

The reason is simple. He had witnessed Yvette create a horrible kitchen disaster.

After washing the dishes, turn off the light in the living room and go back to the room to sleep.

Bai Jiu was really exhausted today. He overdrawn his strength to fight. He killed a foreign species, and he had to kill his diary when he got home.

His head rested on the pillow, but he didn't feel sleepy, and his eyeballs were dry and painful.

One of the sequelae of soul cutting.

Severe insomnia.

In his heart, he dragged out the former black mage and whipped the corpse again.

Yvette consciously climbed up and took up half of the bed. He was obviously the same height, but he held him in his arms, "I sleep with my brother, and I can help you fall asleep as soon as possible."

The two souls in the separated state approach each other, which will alleviate some of the sequelae of soul cutting.

Bai Jiu didn't say no, but when the other party's legs were touching him, she pulled the quilt, pointed to the ground and said sharply: "Get off!"

"Why?" Yvette was aggrieved, "Didn't we all sleep together?"

Bai Jiu couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Because of your shoes..." This guy forgot to take off his shoes to go to bed again, and he didn't wash his feet. It's because he's not human.

Yvette suddenly realized, nodded, and immediately lost his feet.

He is not a human being, his limbs can change as he wants, even the clothes and accessories are part of his body, it's just mimicry.

Bai Jiu: "..."

Even if he falls asleep tonight, he will definitely have a nightmare.

"anyone there?!!"

Fourteenth floor.

Li Wen curled up with the sheets in horror, watching the door being opened little by little, a gloomy voice sounded through the crack of the door: "I, found, found, you!"

"whee--"

A boning knife covered with minced meat was stretched in, and blood dripped continuously on the ground.

The electronic alarm clock shows the time.

It is now 3:20.