Overturned Tower

All that was left for the prisoners in this room were six black floor tiles.Most of them were pressed under the bed, and only a few were beside the bed, leaving a narrow space for him to sit on the edge of the bed.

He reacted quickly...

This is because they are coming to visit each other, or because the signing time of the other party is approaching, so the other floor colors in the room are changed.

No coercion or admonishment is required.With just a few clicks of a button, you can artificially control the opponent's action space.

Sitting on the bed was a middle-aged man with black messy short hair.

He wears black-rimmed glasses and tall rabbit ears, giving him the impression of a gentle and good man.

He sat on his bed with his head bowed... He raised his head when he heard the door open.

After seeing his face clearly, Russell froze in place.

There was frozen ice on his face, and his face was as pale as a corpse.

"...Oh, have you come to see me?"

The black-haired middle-aged man code-named "Winter" showed a gentle smile: "There are newcomers.

"It's not easy. Does the Special Operations Department still exist?"

"If the devil is not eradicated, there is a meaning of existence."

The inferior replied.

He sat on the table opposite Dong Ri, picked up the pen and paper prepared in advance from the table, and interrogated the other party like torture.

"your name?"

"Hibernation."

The man codenamed "Winter Day" replied so calmly.

That was not his human name, but his psionic name.

——What lives in this body is no longer the old minister code-named "Winter", but his psionic power that has gained self-awareness.

"What was the result of the last physical examination?"

"Red shift seven levels, blue shift one level."

"The mental state is good. Is there any abnormality in the body?"

"I feel more and more sleepy... When you leave, I will go to sleep."

"That won't work, you still have to hand in the chip."

The inferior replied flatly.

The "hibernation" demon glanced at Russell curiously: "Is it for him?

"Such a young kitten...such a blank container."

"I'm 26."

Russell couldn't help but argue.

The other party was a little surprised: "That's really quite young. You are the same age as Naohou."

"Scream?"

"He's talking about my psychic powers."

The inferior explained calmly while writing and drawing on the paper: "My psionic ability is called 'Scream of Pain'.

"I told you. Demons are no longer human... What they see is not your body, but your spirit. Therefore, if demons communicate with you, they are actually communicating with you. Communicate with your psychic energy. It can also be understood as a so-called 'spiritual communication'."

"...I've heard you say many times that demons aren't human anymore. But I didn't really realize it until now."

Russell murmured.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

He looked at the inferior in astonishment: "You are... 26 years old this year?!"

The mature and indifferent temperament of the inferior, the crisp and neat actions, and the always frowning... made Russell think that he was at least in his 30s, but he looked younger.

Unexpectedly, it turns out that he looks older?

"Can't you?"

The inferior raised his head dissatisfied, and looked at Russell: "I am the same age as you.

"When I entered the Special Executive Department, I was not much older than the minister."

His minister here is obviously referring to delphiniums, not "winter".

"Although you are the same age, your mental state is obviously different."

On the other hand, the "hibernating" demon pointed at this: "Scream was like a beast when he entered the Special Executive Department. Every day he yelled something like 'Go to hell', 'I will definitely let you die', Words like 'want to die' are always on the lips.

"Now it seems that he has become a reliable senior."

"You might as well freeze your mouth."

The inferior replied coldly.

He didn't react too much to his black history.

"You are alienated, alienated mentality."

The "hibernation" demon sat on the bed, pointing and pointing: "You should see a psychiatrist, shout. Otherwise, you will become like me sooner or later."

"...May I ask?"

Russell interrupted suddenly: "What crime did you commit?"

"me?"

The "Hibernate" demon said cheerfully, "Killed three people and ate two. If that counts as killing."

"Then why can't it count as killing?"

The inferior replied indifferently: "If freezing people in a bathtub is not murder, what is it?"

"It's ice therapy. They're so tired, I tell them to relax."

The "hibernation" demon calmly replied: "Have you experienced it too?

"When you were on the verge of losing control, you got into my bathtub and froze. When you climb out again, all the psychological problems and physical trauma will be wiped away."

"Yes."

The inferior sneered: "But I also have to wear a ventilator, and someone needs to monitor my body temperature in real time and break the ice shell regularly. Otherwise, I will freeze to death or drown in it.

"And you go straight to those innocent people, freeze them without giving them life-saving equipment ... you just freeze to death alive in there."

"No, you don't understand."

"Hibernate" shook his head slowly, with a little sadness on his expression: "That is not a life-saving device, but a superfluous thing that prevents them from fully receiving treatment.

"When you sink into my ice, don't you really want to just sleep like this? Forget all the pain, and sleep peacefully and forever."

"That's euthanasia."

The inferior said coldly: "Don't believe him, Ultramarine. The real psychic power of this person is actually to euthanize people - until the real death, the remains of the 'patient' will be continuously restored. This kind of recovery is not treatment and Healing, but 'recovery'. So even psychological trauma can be healed."

"That's not death."

"Hibernation" argued again: "If you don't break the ice, it will be eternity.

"Their minds sank in the sea of ​​minds, while their bodies remained intact in the material world forever. This is exactly 'hibernation until eternity', because you only care about the self in the material plane, and you think it is dead.

"It's better to say that when you broke the ice, that person really died—otherwise, he just fell asleep peacefully and never woke up. How can this be called death?"

"Understood, Ultramarine."

The inferior looked back at Russell: "The devil cannot communicate.

"Not because they kill people, or because they eat people. It's because they are not the same species as humans at all.

"We put the demons in hell, it's not that we can't understand each other. On the contrary-it's because we understand each other too well that we can understand that we must kill them all."

"You're saying that as if you have nothing to do with the devil."

"Hibernation" smiled: "But isn't your mother here too?

"You were born in this 'hell', shout."

Chapter 7 Fate is Curse

The inferior one... was born in the "reconstruction institution"?

His mother is the demon imprisoned here?

Unprepared to hear such big news, Russell was startled and stunned.

——Then, who is his father?

Is it also a demon?

Is the inferior the devil and the devil's child?

"Is such that."

Glancing at Russell sideways, the inferior responded calmly: "It's different from a high-achieving student like you. I never went to school, and I never had any childhood playmates.

"I was in the 'reconstruction facility' when I first developed autism and hadn't grown antlers.

"When I first started changing my teeth and horns, I was eating in the cafeteria and bathing in the bathroom with the demons here.

"When I first started to read and read, I was reading the poetry collection here—it was the only paper book allowed to be placed in the 'recycling institution'..."

When the inferior said this, he was silent for a moment.

Russell noticed that his right hand twitched slightly, and just lifted it up a little before falling back.

It should be subconsciously wanting to get a cigarette, but restraining his movements rationally.

"More than six years old...about six and a half years old. I was born in the same year as you. You should have just started school that year."

The inferior asked Russell casually.

He didn't wait for Russell's reply, so he said to himself: "That year, it was the first time I took someone's life.

"The devil's death penalty is like the legendary 'hanging'. It is said that it was the criminal law before the establishment of the First Consensus... The victim must step on a pedal that can be opened, and then put the rope from above to the neck Go up. Then suddenly open the pedal, let it fall naturally and hang... You haven't read the book, it's hard to imagine based on what I've described here."

Not really.

My understanding of this kind of knowledge must be deeper than yours...

Russell thought.

"'Peter Pan' was sitting in front of the machine with me in his arms. He asked me to reach out and press a button to change the color of the floor.

"When the color of the last floor in the room changed back to white, I saw the picture of the demon falling into the 'white' from the monitor."

The bad guy took a deep breath.

As if staring at something terrible, he stared at the white wall behind "Hibernation": "Although the monitor is not turned on. But just looking at the screen, I seem to hear that scream.

"I will never forget the impact that momentary scene had on me.

"For several nights, I would have nightmares when I was sleeping. I saw him screaming at me, but I couldn't hear a sound; just seeing the white wall, I would reflect in my mind that the demon was being gradually killed. The 'melting' look...like a leech sprinkled with salt.

"First, the bones were pulled away, the flesh was soft, and the whole person collapsed vertically. It was like melting ice cream. The facial features were completely distorted immediately, and the body melted like flowing water. In the end, only the metal prosthesis remained on the ground."

That was a different form of death from "Little Liuli".

Russell tasted a trace of blood from the low and hoarse voice of the inferior.

It's like biting your own tongue, soaking your words in blood.

It's not even hate, it's not anger.

It's like deliberately opening an unhealed wound, deliberately touching it...to make the blood flow out again, so that the wound cannot heal.

"You still have such an experience."

"Hibernation" was amazed: "You can amplify your own voice, it really has something to do with this experience.

"Because I have witnessed others die in silence, I am afraid of that future."

"more or less."