With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

Small room, only some food is put in from the window every day.

Wardens in white coats uttered threatening words in gentle voices.

The black-haired boy calmly waited for the sun to rise and the sun to set.

Psychotherapy... But unfortunately, what he was burdened with was not a "disease".

"Auditory hallucinations... What kind of voice did you hear? Or did you say that you left a psychological shadow after experiencing some events..."

The doctor looked at the black-haired boy in front of him, his eyes flickered faintly, but when he looked intently, there was nothing.

Those were a pair of extremely black eyes.

"I heard."

The young man said in a low voice, he raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Wooden..."

He imitated the hoarse, deep voice, like the last words left by the dying to the living, each syllable would pause for a moment, and then join the next syllable to piece together a call.

The doctor seemed to have been violently attacked by something. He suddenly fell back, with an incredible expression as if he saw a flying monster.

The black-haired boy just tilted his head and showed a gentle smile, but in the eyes of onlookers, his smile was like sweet honey wrapped in poisonous, only superficially harmless.

"...Is it necessary to continue the treatment?"

His voice is clear.

The doctor backed out of the door after scrambling, and then suddenly closed the door with all his strength.

Musheng.

It was written stroke by stroke by his little daughter.

The name given to the child to be born.

Shinyotsuru leaned back indifferently, but the back of the wooden chair was a little hard, um, it hurt a little bit when it hit the bone...

He thought wildly.

Nursing home is a superficial, nice title.

It's actually a psychiatric hospital.

Each room is separated, and no one knows what the patients inside are like.

Shinjitsu began to write and draw in the small room, perhaps because his spirit was too empty, and he didn't know what to do.

daze?

Ah... emptying the brain is also a good choice.

But if you keep letting it go, those noises will rush in, and it will be difficult to suppress it afterwards.

He listened to various voices in his ears every day, but his expression became more and more calm.

Then he learned to draw.

He doesn't have any talent, but the more he draws, the better he looks.

A new patient has arrived at the nursing home.

In fact Shinjitsu didn't really care what changed or what happened here, who was admitted or who was discharged, but this new patient made an impression on him because she lived next door to him.

Shindaibe heard the singing.

sounded next door.

The singing was ugly, really ugly... The hoarse and noisy voice was like a broken gramophone working stubbornly.

He heard it was a singer whose voice had been crippled.

Been insane after that.

Shindaibe saw her.

From the outside, even if the sweet and lovely girl was wearing a hospital gown, she only looked a little haggard, without detracting from her beauty.

Like a fragile glass doll.

"I can still sing..."

Her singing voice is bandaged.

Her voice was like the screech of frosted glass rubbing against each other.

"it is good."

Shinji looked at her calmly.

"You sing, I'm listening."

Shindai Tsuka's expression was as cold as looking at a puppet, but his smile became more and more gentle and real.

Even though the voice in his head was about to pierce his scalp, crashing like surging waves, he still maintained a decent smile.

He couldn't hear the song clearly.

The real voice of the outside world is intertwined with the illusory voice in the mind.

For a moment he couldn't tell if he was real or if he was just imprisoned in the realm of sound.

"……Good to hear."

He watched the girl show a surprised expression, and then showed him a brilliant, beautiful expression like countless flowers blooming.

Then rushed to him crying.

"Liar."

"cheat……"

Shen Daishu dodged lightly, allowing her to miss out.

Her hoarse voice was like a beast on the verge of collapse.

Doctors and nurses rushed over and restrained her.

And Kamyotsu just shook his head, and said in an innocent, fragile voice: "I... don't know what's wrong."

...Ah, so noisy.

I don't know if it's the nurse's voice or the girl's voice.

Or maybe the world is noisy.

Shendai Bundle is becoming more and more like a "normal person".

"He's recovering very well...you can be discharged from the hospital." The doctor who has been the healer of Shindaitsu has been writing and drawing on the paper without looking up.

But if you look closely, you can see that what he writes and draws are all messy characters and graffiti.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking the paper.

Sitting directly opposite him, Shen Daiku had a relaxed posture, and even lowered his eyes to take a sip of the coffee he was holding.

"Really... thank you doctor."

He put down his coffee and bowed gracefully.

The girl who looked almost identical to him at the entrance of the courtyard rushed towards him immediately after seeing him, "Ah Shu...that's really great."

"Is the auditory hallucination cured?"

The young man standing next to the girl showed a concerned expression. He had put on his glasses at some point, and he looked refined.

And because of the blocking of the glasses, it also covered up the malice in his eyes.

"Of course it's cured...Brother-in-law."

He pronounced the title softly.

"Hey, Ah Shu is really...how can you call him this name now!" The girl raised her hand and knocked him on the head in embarrassment, "but...you can call him this name right now, By the way, I'm going to buy a drink, what does Ah Shu want to drink?"

"Cafe?"

Shinyotsu smiled and offered the drink he wanted to drink.

"Then I'll go."

She trotted all the way to the vending machine across the road.

The young man called "brother-in-law" by Kagami looked down upon the black-haired boy.

"what a pity……"

"Although I don't know what you did to be approved to be discharged from the hospital, but... your expression still makes me sick as always."

He squinted his eyes with a fierce and ferocious expression.

Shindaitsu still had a look of ease, "It's really inexplicable malice."

"Is it because... I see through what kind of person you are?"

The young man panicked for a moment, glanced at the girl's tiny figure, and then continued: "...Don't be complacent, brat, when I become the leader of the Shendai family, I will let you never even think about getting out of here for the rest of your life."

He pointed to the gate of the nursing home.

Shen Daishu paused for a moment, and said in the original tone: "Oh... It's really a vulgar plot... But it's because it's vulgar and common that it looks ordinary... Well, but, I like this reason."

He chuckled lightly.

Then he touched his chin, "Actually, the nursing home is a good living environment, I... like it very much."

The young man couldn't say a word for a while.

The black-haired boy with a light and decent smile in front of him seemed like any polite ordinary person talking to someone.

Only those eyes were looking straight at him.

As for the Jindai family, it is also very simple and ordinary.

The ordinary people made a fortune because of their ancestors doing business, and later accumulated a lot of wealth, which was kept down from generation to generation.

Everything is ordinary and natural.

Kamijou likes the ordinary like this.

It would be even better without those annoying sounds.

He didn't stop the young man, he watched him step by step into the door of the Shendai family.

Then his sister.

dead.

Kamyotsu doesn't have those emotions that he thinks are cumbersome. He is more like a bystander than a participant in life.

Can only be a bystander.

"……If you can."

He said to his sister.

"recent--"

The second half of the sentence was strangely blocked and blurred.

It seemed to remind him to do his duty as a bystander.

Shendai Shu didn't say anything more.

He can't save her.

He killed her.

Shinyotsu looked at her wearing the wedding dress she was trying on, her cheeks were still red, as if she was alive.

He held her in his arms like a puppet, and every step he took was accompanied by bright red blood.

Tsukasa Kojiro hummed a song he had heard sung by a girl singer at the nursing home.

He wasn't lying.

The song is really nice.

But she didn't believe it.

He didn't do everything to save her, so she was killed by him.

That's it.

Ah... I suddenly wanted to try it out, what would happen if I changed the original trajectory.

Shen Daishu hummed a song, letting the bright red slowly stain the hem of his clothes, his legs, his arms, and every joint of his phalanx.

——"...don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me."

"Yes, I did it, I admit it."

The young man scrambled back and forth, and in front of him was a black-haired boy holding a knife.

this person.

is the devil.

The young man was just happy to kill the girl because he created a seamless layout. When he was arranging his clothes in front of the mirror, the young man pushed open his door with a knife.

"What's wrong? Sad? No, monsters like you have no emotions—"

The corners of his brows and eyes were tired on the surface, but inside was a deep, unconcealable smile.

The gods walked calmly, as always, naturally.

Then "Ah--"

A scream almost pierced the roof.

But it wasn't some vile attack, but the young man watched helplessly as the young man in front of him turned into the black-haired girl, wearing a wedding dress and looking at him with a smile, then raised his hand... and showed the dagger he was holding tightly .

In the next second those hallucinations dissipated.

Standing in front of his eyes is the Shindaitsu.

The black-haired boy approached him, "...Let me guess, you... must have committed suicide in the end."

He smiled, and pushed the half-open door completely open.

Standing outside the door is a doctor.

He walked in tremblingly, wrapped in a white coat, looked at the young man who was still in shock, and then looked up at Shen Daishu.

In the end, he hesitated and said: "Vision is also..."

Shinji nodded.

He let go.

"Dang..."

The knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He looked at the people who came in again after a while. They carried the young man away, and his glasses fell to the ground during the struggle.

Jindai stooped to pick it up.

It was a pair of black-rimmed glasses with a simple and plain shape.

There are no degrees.

Just a cover for his hypocrisy.

He pressed his temple.

Those voices disappeared at some point.

Maybe it's just because he's so used to it that it can't influence him anymore.

He put black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He is like that young man, hypocritical, burying himself behind the lens.

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