Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1871 It's Over Alone

If you get close to it, you will be caught by a hand protruding from the darkness.

If you turn your eyes away, it slides up silently.

If you want to survive, the only way seems to be to stare at it while backing away—run as far as you can until it disappears from view—just in time, this is also when the two are trapped in the Something that simply cannot be done in the dressing room.

For a moment, the two who had survived the crisis and the fire until now could only stare at the darkness rolling slowly in the crack of the door, neither of them dared to move rashly.

"Do you still want to kill me?" Constantine suddenly asked in a hoarse voice.

Tsugumi Uinmaru didn't even think about it.

"Of course." He said honestly.

"What a coincidence, I really want to kill you too." She licked the salty blood on her mouth again, and when her tongue scratched across the wound, the tingling went into her nerves. "Don't blame me...I have a conjecture and I want to try it, which means you must die."

"What guess?" Uinmaru Tsugumi asked, looking into the darkness.

"Can the eyes of the dead stop it?" Constantine raised his left hand and sucked his fingers. "Besides, I like cherries very much."

It has a purple-black luster, firm and elastic; the moment the teeth cut through the cherry skin, with the almost inaudible sound of the flesh cracking, the resistance is squeezed, and it sinks deeply into the rich flesh... She likes cherries very much .

"Cherry?" Tsugumi Uinmaru was taken aback.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"So we all have the same goal," Seeing that she didn't answer, Uinmaru Tsugumi said slowly, "Kill each other and survive tonight?"

As soon as his words fell, Constantine's right hand pierced the dressing table in the opposite direction like lightning - another earring needle made a crisp sound on the table; this time, Uinmaru Tsuji withdrew his hand from an eyebrow trimming knife in time.

Constantine reached out to grab the eyebrow trimmer, but he grabbed her wrist. His body temperature burned into her skin, making her shiver.

When Uinmaru Tsugumi twisted her wrist forcefully, the earring needle that was knocked crooked just now also pierced into his skin.

Almost at the same time, they both let go of each other.Uinmaru Tsugumi grabbed the eyebrow trimmer for the second time, and Constinai smashed a perfume bottle on his joints, causing the thin pink eyebrow trimmer to fly into the air and fall in front of the darkness.

The eyes of the two remained on the darkness.

Stretched out a hand who didn't know who it belonged to from the darkness, grabbed the eyebrow trimmer, retracted it, and sank into the tumbling blackness together.

The room fell into a subdued calm again; after a moment of stalemate, Constantine said in a low voice, "Oh...it's become a triangular deadlock, and no one can move."

"You just said that you like cherries..." Uinmaru Tsugumi looked at the darkness and suddenly asked, "Did killing me make you hungry?"

"do not know."

After a while, Constantine tapped his temple. "I was shocked when I was a child. I can't tell the difference between appetite, sex (not looking in brackets) and killing desire."

She didn't know why she would tell this matter-maybe she finally felt that she might not see tomorrow.

"Father?" he guessed.

Constantine paused. "No, another one."

"Mine is my adoptive father." Uinmaru Tsuji thought for a while and explained, "However, it's not an electric shock."

Constantine looked for a moment at the darkness at the door.

"Did it just appear in this world tonight... an hour ago?" She murmured, "We just happened to be the first to discover it?"

Uinmaru Tsugumi asked in a low voice: "What time did you let those people who were sent to die get on the bus?"

"Two:45."

"It was [-]:[-] when we got on the roof." He said while thinking, "When we started, the people in the second train had all turned into darkness. That is to say, this thing should be in the After the train departed, I got on the train halfway and devoured your subordinates..."

"My freight train doesn't stop," Constantine reminded him.

"Yeah." Umanmaru Tsugumi said, "It may have been moved from the rear of the car to the second car, or it may have fallen from some sky track... No matter how it got on the car, I think this thing has been in the car for a long time. Before the train leaves, it should exist somewhere in Liberty City."

Constantine raised his eyebrows slightly.Unless a science fiction-like setting suddenly appeared in life—for example, it was teleported by opening the space—otherwise, Uinmaru Tsugumi’s speculation is indeed reasonable.

As a result, she couldn't help but have a doubt.

Even in Liberty City at 03:30 in the morning, there are still lights everywhere, advertising light signs of commercial buildings, street lights, 24-hour shops... let alone a few hours back?

So why didn't anyone notice the darkness, and why didn't it cause any commotion?

Is it the light that inhibits it as well as the gaze—no, wait—

Constantine suddenly understood, and almost couldn't hold back the shudder that came up in his body.

Uinmaru Tsugumi couldn't turn his eyes away, and he couldn't take care of it from the corner of his eye... So, he still doesn't seem to know that her left hand is still on the light switch of the vanity mirror.

Slowly, silently, she touched the light switch.

In the right hand is the bottle of perfume that was used to smash his hand just now.

She felt that her teeth had sunk into the cherry skin, and as long as she pushed harder, the deep purple-black luster would shatter between her lips and teeth.

Trembling almost uncontrollably, Constantine turned off the light with a "snap".

The darkness engulfed the dressing room in an instant; at the same time when it suddenly darkened before his eyes, Konstantin Naiyang smashed the perfume bottle against the wall on the right.

"you--"

Tsugumi Uinmaru just drank a word, and the crisp sound of the bottle breaking reverberated in the room; Constantine's eyes were fixed on the front where he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't tell where. It is the real darkness, where is the darkness wrapped in the dead, I don't know how long I can stand here completely.

The rich scent of flowers floated thickly in the room; never before had she felt the pulse of life so vividly as tonight.

As if feeling the slight movement of Uinmaru Tsugumi through his fine hairs, Constantine immediately turned on the light again.

The light spilled from the top of the vanity mirror behind her, illuminating the darkness in front of her faintly.

In just two or three seconds, the darkness had already penetrated into the door, stretched out more than half of the room, and was only four or five steps away from her at this moment——when the light came on, it was like a wooden man. Constantine's gaze was fixed, and she was slowly rolling in mid-air, with pale faces floating in the vague darkness, as if measuring the distance, trying to see if he could reach out and grab her.

It's over, Constantine thought, staring at the darkness in front of him.She forced herself to keep her eyes open just now, and now she was a little teary.

At least one of them is coming to an end.

She still doesn't know whether the light has a restraining effect on the darkness; but it is obvious that only when the light exists, the human gaze is meaningful.

In order to let Uinmarutsu's eyes fall back to the darkness one step later than his own, Constinai threw the perfume bottle in the darkness, but he kept staring at the front—did Uinmarutsu subconsciously follow the sound? Looking at it, it is already a very obvious thing.

I don't know when another cloud of darkness has flooded in front of Uinmaru Tsugumi, and there is no need to measure the distance.

It was close enough to Inmarutsugu.

Perhaps it was the face of someone he knew emerged from the darkness, and Constantine heard the boy call out in a hoarse voice: "...Xiao Long."

　The update has not been very stable in the past week. I really want to apologize to everyone. My physical condition is really a bit of a drag... I drank a Red Bull today and finally finished writing this chapter.Going to see the doctor next Monday if it doesn't improve, although I suspect that the fatigue and weakness may be a side effect of a prescription drug...

By the way, I watched the new Suicide Squad and was very disappointed. The charm of Harley Queen who left Joker dropped by half (and vice versa).The last Suicide Squad was obviously a romance film, boy meets girl (), because of various resistances they couldn’t be together, and they ended up happily reuniting—isn’t this the structure of a classic romance film!As a result, the second part was demolished, and I felt like Harley Queen had betrayed me...

Also, why Harley Queen's eastern accent suddenly became heavier in this Suicide Squad, is it my illusion...

　
(End of this chapter)