reversal impulse

This extremely informative conversation ended cleanly.

The attitude of the family into the glass is rare and tough. El-Melloi II has no duty of admonishment, and there is no way to give better advice from his standpoint.

The moment Glass decided to unseal the magic circuit, this "observation" could actually end on the spot.

The predictable magic eye and the overly unconventional Fuhesher, this combination is unsolvable no matter where it is placed.

Jia Ruozi's gaze turned to Fuheshier.He could hear clearly from the sidelines, but until the end of this conversation, Shier looked like he was not interested.

"Now?" He just asked casually.

"Now."

Fu Heisher's movements were clean and neat, the mouth of the curse spirit on his shoulder was stretched wide, and he actually stuffed the violin case into it.

It took less than three seconds to take out the parts and assemble them. Before the crisp sound of the mechanical locking of the dark teeth rang in my ears, Jia Ruozi found that Fuheshier was already holding the DSR-50 sniper rifle/ The gun was pointed at his forehead.

Behind the black gun/muzzle is Fu Heisher's slightly squinted eyes, a dark green light flashed, he turned his head and asked, "Where to hit?"

After asking, he added in a very professional manner, "I recommend the limbs. If you hit the torso at this distance, the cavity effect will tear the internal organs apart."

"Except for the brain and neck, anywhere else is up to you." Niatz said indifferently.

The bullet would probably penetrate him and then punch a hole in the floor. In order to prevent things like sawdust from splashing into the wound, Jiaru Nitzi stood up.

He also intimately signaled El-Melloi II to stand a little further away, the flesh and blood that exploded might splash on him later.

El-Melloi II also knew what it was, and leaned against a wall a little farther away, watching quietly.

At this distance, Fuheshier didn't even need to aim. In order to keep the trajectory stable, he jammed the gun with his arms and chest, and fixed his steady sight on the left calf of the gunner to start the countdown.

"three."

"two."

Instead of "one" was a gunshot.

The muffler and the muzzle brake weakened the plosive sound. In order to divert attention as much as possible and not be affected by the sudden pain to perform the reversal technique, Nitzi's eyes stayed on Fu Heisher's shoulder all the time.

He fired this shot very lightly, and the recoil didn't even make the muscles show signs of exertion.

At the same time that the sharp pain in the calf was transmitted to the nerve endings, Niatz recalled that there seemed to be a scar on the place where the gun butt touched.

When the shape of that scar appeared in his mind, Jia Ruozi thought inappropriately, maybe there would be an uneven scar on his leg too.

Fortunately, these thoughts did not affect the speed at which Jiajin nitrous healed himself, and the reversal technique began to work immediately.

But even with the healing speed of the surgery, he lost his balance for a moment, and he fell forward in pain, reaching out to grab the barrel of the gun.

Fu Heisher picked him up first, but he threw him aside casually.

"That thing is hot," he said. "Your calf has recovered. Can you stand up?"

Might not work...

And it's not just a matter of being unable to reconnect with the nerves of the calf temporarily, Jiarui Nitzi felt that he was starting to feel cold, as if his whole body was soaked in ice water.

This kind of cold was accompanied by a dull pain that made the brain and limbs stiff. He still couldn't stand still. He raised his hand to hold the thick arm holding his back collar, but because of the blurred vision, he missed it.

Fu Heisher simply put him on the floor and sat down himself.Nitro was still trying to grab something in a blur, Shi Er clicked his tongue and stuffed his right hand into his arms.

Jiarui Nitro hugged him very hard.

He could barely see anything now, his vision was pitch black, and although he clearly felt that he was sitting on the floor, his brain had the illusion of falling.

The illusion became more and more real, until later he could even feel the wind coming from the pavement.The sense of weightlessness made him subconsciously pull the thing he was hugging into his arms, but it was of little use, the sense of weightlessness still surrounded him.

Then, he could "see".

The evening wind blew his brown hair up, and he floated above the building. There was nothing in the dry night, the stars dimmed, and the only source of light was the roof.

Jia Ruzizi "saw" the expressionless Fuheshier standing on the roof.

[You can fly. 】someone said.

【You are going to fly. ] That sentence became such an order.

After blinking, what he "sees" changes again.

[Fall down. 】

Accompanied by such a sentence, someone's arm he was holding, and someone was holding him tightly in his arms.

He suddenly became neither cold nor lonely, the feeling of death licked his whole body, and he heard the sound of whimpering.

This is not falling, such a sentence appeared in the mind of Jia Ruozi - it just failed to fly.

"Can this situation be considered normal?" Fu Heisher looked at the stunned young man,

The originally cold coffee-colored eyes are now a rich golden color, pure and bright, and there seems to be some kind of reflection in his eyes, playing smoothly like a sliced ​​movie.

"In the normal range, his magic eye will be unstable for a period of time, and the by-products of the seal will be released gradually, which may be longer than the stability period of the magic eye."

"You didn't mention that there would be such a thing as by-products."

Faintly aware of the other party's hostility, El-Melloi II nodded unhurriedly: "If Aozaki was the magic eye that was sealed when he was five years old, the memories of that period may also be sealed together, which should be Not a big deal."

The thick clouds outside the window covered the originally dim sun, and the room felt a little chilly under the shade.Fu Heisher lowered his head again to look at Jia Ruzizi, his face was still as pale as if he had been buried alive by snow.

Like an illusion, and like some kind of slow motion, Shi Er saw that Nitzi turned his head straight to him.

Jia Ruozi was still holding his arm, his fingers were sunken deep in the flesh, his fingertips were squeezed and turned white, and his lips were also white. On the contrary, his golden pupils were radiant and radiant from the glass ball-like eyes. overflow.

"Let's go find Saya, Shier." His tone was abnormally relaxed, and his speaking speed was slower than usual, "Find that child and get out of here."

Fu Heisher still had no objection, and raised the person: "Lead the way."

There was no need to look for anything else, and he walked towards the house where he and Fu Heisher lived together without looking back.

On the way, the magician asked him how he was feeling now, but Jiarui Glass didn't know how to answer.

He first pointed to his eyes: "It's very clear, you can clearly distinguish the present from the future."

Then he pointed to his own head, "Here also became very clear, suddenly I want to understand a lot of things."

El Mello II did not make any comments.

"It's here." Fuheshier looked up at the dilapidated outer wall, "You can see the inside of the house at a glance, should we wait for it inside?"

Jia Ruozi shook his head: "No, it's just me."

Fuhesher: "Now you are a bit like a curse master who likes to cheat and deceive, Jiaren."

"Glass." He said, "You called me Nitro last time."

Shi Er raised his eyebrows, and before he could say anything, he heard the other party continue to speak: "You can rest assured, I have no tendency to self-destruct. I like you a little more than Saya, and I must choose a dead one. Wouldn't choose her either."

Fuheshier watched him go upstairs in silence, and after a while, he asked El-Melloi II: "You call this 'normal range'?"

Apart from sleepwalking, Jiarui Nitzi is a person who will not move even if he dies cold in bed. He doesn't know what he wants, and even if he knows, he won't speak up easily.

"..." El-Melloi II didn't know how to answer, he hesitated, and said, "Usually a magician will have a certain degree of confusion after the magic eye is activated, or lose control, but he is a little too calm .”

"Tell me what is meant by confusion in general?"

"For example, wanting to gouge out one's own eyeballs, or abuse regardless of the occasion, or conversely be manipulated by a magic eye that is beyond control."

"Thank you for your explanation afterwards." Fu Heisher gave a short laugh, ignored the magician, and followed upstairs.

Jiarui Glass had no intention of poaching his eyes, except that he "saw" something uncontrollably at the beginning, and had no intention of abusing it. As for whether the magic eye was out of control...

He didn't know either.

His current feeling is a bit like what Xia Youjie described, the feeling of drinking too much, but the problem is that he has never been drunk, so he doesn't know what kind of state it is.

The consciousness was so clear that it was scary, as if he had finally wiped his foggy eyes clean, he could see many things clearly, including himself.

After waiting for about an hour, he waited for the visitor.

When the tentacles rushed into the corner and found someone in the room, Saya wanted to escape in an instant.

But she found that there was only one person sitting in the room, and that person called her in a soft tone similar to that of Yuki Sasaka: "Saya, come here."

She couldn't refuse.

Sawyer could feel the difference between entering the nitrous and before, and the same kind of feeling became more aggravated after his senses returned to normal.

She's getting a little cramped, even if the tumbling tentacles don't show it at all.

"Let's go out together." He was sitting in the middle of the huge monster, with his head down. The arc of his eyelashes just blocked most of his eyes, and his eyelids moved slightly. "You have been hiding for a long time."

"■■...■■■■■..."

"I don't understand, Saya." Nitro said softly, "No one can understand, but this is not too troublesome. Even if they are of the same species, they can communicate and hug each other, but they may not understand each other .”

"You're just wishful thinking looking for something to fill the void. The magician makes you think your consciousness is no different from that of a human being."

He said somewhat cruelly: "How can there be no difference? What kind of species are humans? Desires can be suppressed, happiness and pain can be forgotten, human beings will treat love and death equally, and accept the loneliness at the moment of death... you no."

Jia Ruzi looked at the eyes growing out of the tentacles as if tearing the texture, and the dark green and scarlet formed a calm ugliness. Under this ugliness was the trembling cry of a girl in a white skirt.

"You can't, Saya, you can't face his love, and you can't face his death."

"There is only one Xisaka Yuki, and you have already lost him."

"■■...■■■■■..."

"■■...■■■■■..."

She repeated such sentences, Jiarui Nitro could not understand, but she knew what she was talking about.

"Glass, stay here—" she repeated.

The housekeeper stood up, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man in the crack of the door. Fuheshier was leaning against the door frame. If the occasion didn't allow it, he looked like he wanted to light a cigarette for himself.

They looked at each other, then moved away.

"Don't beg." Nitro said, "Come out with me, Saya, and fill yourself with other things."

The tentacles rose upwards, waving crazily around him to form an arc-shaped cage. The tentacles blocked the external light, trapping him in a closed environment without light.

Saya's voice moved, it was still an incomprehensible sentence, but Glass guessed it should be a question.

So he also answered according to his own understanding, the voice was very soft, like whispering amidst the sound of the tentacles being torn apart, but he was sure that Saya could hear it.

"Either go out and kill those annoying magicians—"

Jia Ruozi stood still, his tentacles kept filling in the gaps, and were constantly being torn apart from the outside. He guessed that there should be wounds on his body, but the reversal technique smoothed everything out, except for the raised hair. He stood in clean clothes with torn clothes.

The light appeared suddenly, neat and bright, and a hole was brutally cut open in the space, and a gust of wind was brought in through the hole, and the wind contained a not-so-refined rough breath.

The whole block of tentacles was cut off neatly, and the tentacles danced wildly on the floor, splashing out the juice that made a mess of the two people facing each other.

Fu Heisher grasped the motionless tentacles that seemed to be dead, and stretched them out in front of Jia Ruozi.

Nitro took a step forward, he stepped into the broken limbs, sticky blood dripped from the tip of his hair, he quietly looked at Saya's body.

"Or die here."

He said: "You choose, I will give you a choice."

***

After the "observation" was over, everything returned to its original state, the dilapidated houses returned to a brand new look, and the noise outside the street began to resume.

El-Melloi II took Saya away, and according to the request of the family, he would bring her to Canozaki Chengzi, believing that Chengzi knew what to do.

The housekeeper went to the bathroom without saying a word, and Fu Heisher took off his messy clothes in the living room, and then the phone rang.

【I'll repeat Aozaki's request again, I hope you don't forget, and don't tell my family. ] It was El-Melloi II who had just left.

Fuheshier did not respond.

[Also, as you asked before, the family income is abnormal, and I suddenly thought of a possibility. 】

"Oh?"

[There is a saying that when the other half of the non-human blood in the body attacks, the most primitive desire of the creature is magnified and falls into a state.The desire that arises when approaching a reversal. 】

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, followed by the sound of smelt entering the house: "Shier, I'm hungry——"

[When the extrahuman blood exceeds the human bloodline, the most basic appetite for survival will be strengthened...]

"I see." Fu Heisher threw the short sleeves into the trash can, and planned to hang up the phone and take a shower.

The door of the bathroom opened, and Nitro came out with wet hair and bare feet.

The water stains printed one footprint after another on the ground. As expected, a scar was left on his calf, which was particularly dazzling in the smooth texture.

Fu Heisher didn't move, just stood there with drooping eyes, watching the man in the bathrobe walk up to him.

Jia Ruozi raised his chin slightly, the water vapor stained on his eyelashes formed into water droplets after being cold, his pupils returned to the color of cold coffee looked bright, he still spoke at a slow speed, his voice was so low that he could not hear clearly .

[Similarly, the original sex/desire of the creature will also be strengthened. 】

Fu Heisher threw the phone on the sofa casually, opened his eyelids and looked at the calm and innocent expression of the person in front of him.

This time there was no interference from the voice on the phone, and Fuheshier was able to hear the calm voice of the housemate in the room that was too quiet,

He tilted his head and repeated: "Let's do it, Shir."

[This is the "reverse impulse". 】