[Net King] Take away my heart

Time doesn't change us, it just reveals us gradually. ——Max Frash

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She and Yagyu went to the same cram school, which I knew a long time ago.Miyake used to go to the same cram school as them...but that was just in the past.

After Miyake's death, Akiyama, who was inseparable from her, became alone.I saw her standing there alone by the subway platform waiting for the train several times, and her side was empty, but if it was a few months ago, the person standing there must be Miyake.

Many people will look down for something to do while waiting for the bus, such as listening to music, playing with mobile phones, or reading comics.But Akiyama didn't do anything, she was always staring at something in a daze, in a daze, and in a daze all the time.

I have no reason to stand by her side, because I am neither Miyake nor any of her friends.I just stood far behind the crowd and looked at her, watching her often miss a tram that stopped in front of her because she was in a daze.

The people who get on the bus, the people who get off the bus, obviously people are coming and going, but she doesn't seem to feel anything, until someone pushes her away and shouts "Get in the way, don't get in the way!", Only then did she slowly come to her senses, and then watched the tram drive away again.

I don't think she would be aware of me even if I stepped up to her side.

There are two stations near the school, one is the subway and the other is the land tram.When Miyake was still alive, Akiyama had been taking the land tram with her, but after Miyake died, for some reason Akiyama began to take the subway instead of the land tram.

It is said that Miyake died lying on the subway tracks.

I don't know what this has to do with Akiyama changing to the subway, but I guess the reason why Akiyama always stands there in a daze is because she is trying to find something.

What does Akiyama want to find out from here?Miyake's cause of death?Miyake's motive for lying on the track?Or is it Miyake's soul wandering somewhere?

This may sound absurd, since Miyake didn't die on the subway in Japan, but far away in America, and even if she tried to find it, she couldn't find anything.But as long as she stood here, she could see the last scene that Miyake could see before his death—the dark and dull underground, the low patio, the people with their heads hanging down and only caring about the time, the roaring tram that was about to enter the station, A desperate and damp cold wind blows—

Then she could no longer stride forward.

It was an ordinary day, and the weather was even sunny.I walked into the subway after school, and there I saw Akiyama Yoshitaka standing alone in front of me.

Unlike the pleasant climate outside, the underground subway never sees light all year long, making people feel cold and oppressive forever.

Akiyama was in a daze again, her ecstatic back always seemed out of place with this busy subway.The after-school crowd gradually poured into the subway, and people began to line up consciously in several rows waiting for the tram to enter the station.Akiyama has always been the one standing at the front of the line, but she was just standing there, not waiting in line to get on the bus.So when the line behind her got longer and longer, I couldn't help but feel a little funny. People who thought they followed the rules and lined up were just behind a person who didn't take a car at all, and if Akiyama didn't say anything, no one would realize They were actually in the wrong place.

People are always deceived by appearances, or people simply don't intend to observe something carefully, because people are used to blind obedience.

The subway was getting more and more crowded, and the station began to broadcast the news that the next tram was coming to the platform.The rumbling sound approached a little bit from the long and deep dark tunnel, and the long line of people gradually tightened, and people moved forward slightly.

The moment the headlights of the car appeared, a man in a black windbreaker suddenly rushed out from the back of the long line. He quickly ran to the front through the crowd, and before everyone had time to scream, he jumped Jumped onto the rails.

It happened so quickly that many people didn't notice his move.It wasn't until the tram that entered the platform slammed on the emergency brake, and the loud screeching sound of the brakes echoed throughout the subway station, that people realized that the front windows of the car had been splashed bright red.

Silence, soundless silence.

No one screamed, no one cried, no one yelled, it was just eerily quiet.

The tram stopped there, and the conductor staggered out of it to check the situation.Only then did the crowd become a little commotion, and some people ran to the front to see what was going on, and I, who was originally standing at the back, was also pushed forward.

Akiyama was still standing where she had been standing. I was pushed beside her and found that she was only less than ten meters away from the place where the accident happened.

Akiyama didn't speak, neither did I, almost no one spoke, only a few students from the same school with quick eyes and quick hands took out their mobile phones and frantically photographed the broken hands and feet that could be vaguely seen under the front of the car.

No one stepped forward to stop them, people just followed their blind obedience again and started to take out their mobile phones to take pictures of the scene of lying on the track just like them.

"Fresh corpse!" "I'm right there!" "Isn't it exciting enough!" "I saw a dead person with my own eyes!"

——They must have posted such flamboyant content while spreading bloody photos on their respective Twitters.

I couldn't help but start to think about the man who was now torn apart under the tram.

He has stayed at the back end of the line, inconspicuous among the crowd.Wearing a black windbreaker, carrying a black briefcase, and a face that can't tell any features, it's just an ordinary office worker's outfit that can be seen everywhere nowadays.

On the amputated arm, I can still see the sleeves of the black trench coat and the silver watch on the wrist.

In this era when mobile phones cover all functions, young people hardly wear watches anymore.Nowadays, apart from women who like fashion, the only people who still wear watches are office workers who pay great attention to time details.

"I am very sorry to inform all passengers that due to the personal accident that happened just now, the tram is temporarily unable to operate, please use other lines or transfer to the bus..."

Announcements sounded in the subway.

Most of the people left, those who were in a hurry to leave, and those who were not in a hurry looked unhappy, but everyone still walked to the other end of the platform quite calmly, as if what they encountered just now was just a small rub Accidents, rather than a dead body separated before their eyes.

Those who remained were still taking pictures.

Only Qiushan and I stood there motionless, and Qiushan's sight was fixed like a nail firmly in the pool of dark red blood under the car.

The blood did not spray onto the platform, but slowly stained more than half of the track red. Looking down, our feet seemed to be gradually turning red.

"Aren't you taking pictures?"

I said to Akiyama who was not looking at this at all.

Akiyama trembled inexplicably, then she turned around and said as if she was holding back something, "The phone is broken."

No technical lies at all.

"...If it's not broken, you'll shoot it?"

She pursed her lips and did not answer.I took out my phone and aimed it at the front of the car.

"Stop—" Qiu Shan stopped my arm, her voice was hoarse, "Don't shoot."

I'm pretty sure her voice was trembling, but she did her best to suppress the emotion that seemed to erupt into a scream any second.

I looked at Akiyama and slowly put down the phone.

"That person is not Miyake." I said flatly.

After a burst of rapid sirens, ambulances and fire engines rushed over.

Someone carried a stretcher and ran past me and Qiu Shan, but I knew that it was not a stretcher for saving people, but a stretcher for simply holding a corpse—because I saw Ah Tu covering his body when he died on the stretcher The kind of red plastic sheeting.

My memory is always so vivid.

"If you can't face this, then you might as well never take the subway for the rest of your life."

I'm nosy again, it's not like me.But knowing this, I still stared at Akiyama persuasively. She clenched her fists tightly, and her gaze became lower and lower until I could no longer see her expression.

"It has nothing to do with you."

After speaking, she turned and walked out of the subway.

Stop here, the rest is not your business.Even though I thought so in my mind, my body involuntarily followed Akiyama out of the subway.

Akiyama walked quickly on the road, and I also followed her quickly.I don't know where Akiyama is going, and I'm afraid she doesn't know either, because she just rushed forward desperately with her head down, as if she was trying to escape something in a hurry, and kept speeding up her pace.

We came to a deserted path.Akiyama's hurried footsteps stopped suddenly, and I stopped immediately.

"Stop following me."

She turned around and stared at me with eyes full of anger and sadness.

I didn't say anything, and for a moment, even I doubted the reason for standing here.Looking around, we are standing near a residential area, there is no one coming and going, and the quiet and comfortable atmosphere is like a rooftop.

"...There was once a person who died in front of me like this."

——a death hundreds of times more tragic than lying on the rails.

The smell of blood, the color of blood, the touch of blood.Every detail of the dimly lit room and the appearance of Ah Tu when he died was so clear that it made people shudder.

No matter when, no matter where, that scene can make me recall the feeling of death over and over again as if it happened only a second ago.

"He's my only friend."

I approached the silent Akiyama unknowingly.

He took out the phone from his pocket, called up the photo taken in the subway, and handed the phone to Akiyama.

"Sooner or later you have to face it, because no matter where you flee to, there is no real safe place."

I was locked in a cage by Ado, and Akiyama was locked in another cage by Miyake.It is impossible for us to escape from this cage. Once we are infected by the shadow of death, it is difficult to get rid of the entangled breath.

So we can only learn how to survive in this cage, like a human being, like any creature, even if we are burdened with heavy shackles, even if we struggle until we are scarred, even if we fall beyond hope, we must prove that we are alive .

Because that's what it is to be human.

Akiyama did not move for a long time, until she silently reached out and took my mobile phone, I felt the life I had been away for a long time returned to me little by little.

I've been looking for one thing.

I chased hard, chased hard, chasing that thing with piercing pain and struggling without a second's rest.

Ah Tu once brought me that thing, but he took it away selfishly.

I searched desperately for this thing in everyone, in Yagyu, in Akiyama, even in non-existent gods.

For a while I thought I could find it, I even thought I had, but that thing never existed anywhere in the first place.

In this deformed society built with ugly human beings, there is no sympathy, no pity, no kindness, and there is only the madness of people's teeth and claws.Human beings have long lost their beautiful nature, and all that is left is an illusory life that lives without knowing why.

what is truthWhat is fate?What is hope?

I keep asking myself, knocking on the door of hell, but I still can't get the answer.

Am I still alive?

Yes, I am still alive.

When I see myself through her, I finally have that tiny, pitifully small, shattered hope.Is it possible... just a little bit... even if it is so small that it is weaker than sand...

I can wait for the day of redemption.

The author has something to say: Well, this chapter has more or less my personal experience in reality...

Because I am in line with my personal experience, I wonder if I can show a more real and cruel side

But in the end it turned into a cry... Sure enough, I don't want to give up hope in the dark (laughs)

There are still three chapters to end from Nioh’s perspective. I also said that in his ending, one of the most important truths will be revealed ← the identity of the murderer~

Therefore, all parties please be prepared to explode long comments, Toru will use his nirvana to stare at everyone's XDDDD