Brother Jack, don't kill me!

"Jay!" Lot raised his face, he smiled, it was a very bright smile, and he said, "Welcome—"

Lotte's words came to an abrupt end.

In fact, at that moment, he didn't even feel the pain, he just lowered his head and saw blood oozing from his chest.

what happened?

Lot couldn't see the curse spirit.

Therefore, he didn't know how he was killed.

But the bright colors seemed to prick Lott's nerves, he trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in a completely exhausted situation, all he could do was move his lips and make some meaningless whimpers.

At that moment, Lott seemed to feel nothing.

The world spins in that instant and gradually becomes fragmented.

Xia Youjie lowered his head, lowered his eyes, his expression looked as gentle as before, he raised the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

There is indeed a lot to say.

But Luo Te's consciousness had gradually blurred, all he could do was stretch out his fingers and tighten Xia Youjie's collar.

With the splash of blood, his fingers gradually loosened, and when he was about to fall, Xia Youjie caught him again.

At this time, the pain that had been forgotten just now surged up.

Lott felt himself coughing, and the ink slipped down the corner of his mouth, soaking Xia Youjie's clothes. He didn't have the strength to raise his head, but leaned against Xia Youjie's chest weakly and dying.

Lott heard the slow beating of the heart.

At that moment, Luo Te desperately wanted to raise his eyes, wanting to see Xia Youjie's expression, would he cry for himself?

Are you still laughing?

But all he could do was close his eyes and never wake up again.

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes, and kissed Lotte's forehead like he did when he was a child.

"Good night."

Afterwards, the curse spirit summoned by him completely devoured Lott's body.

Xia Youjie opened the door, the house was empty, the lights were still on, only the ticking of the clock could be heard.

The kitchen light was on.

Xia Youjie walked over, his footsteps were flimsy, and he seemed unable to step on the ground. He took a deep breath, and when he opened the kitchen door, he saw two bowls of soba noodles on the table.

One bowl is already cold, and the hot one is on the place I usually make.

Hot air came out of the bowl, dissipating in the coldness of the night.

……

"Mr. Wiltshire."

"You're awake, Mr. Wiltshire."

Lott opened his eyes. Lying on his bed, he saw the alarm clock on the bedside table pointing to four o'clock in the afternoon.

"What happened. Frey, I, I remember I was... dead... I..."

Frey laughed and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wiltshire, you're just back."

"I am back?"

Frey stood by the bed, he seemed to be smiling, he tilted his head, the four-eyed Pythian looked thoughtful, and asked, "Yes, you're back."

Frey expressed his guess: "Probably the manipulator read your soul file into this body."

"Mr. Wiltshire," said Frey, "resurrection is no joke. Now, then, you should know that what I say is true."

Lott didn't answer Frey's words, he just held his throat and coughed violently.

Lotte coughed until tears fell, and the pillow cover was wet.

"I--"

Lot couldn't speak, he trembled all over, the great pain seemed to crush him, he coughed, and the ink slid down the corners of his mouth.

Frey sat down by the bed and said, "At this time, you'd better take some medicine first, Mr. Wiltshire."

But Lot couldn't do it.

Lott was just like a victim, he leaned against the back of the bed, weeping silently, like an abandoned doll, he felt his soul began to disintegrate, all that happened so suddenly, suddenly He couldn't know why Xia Youjie wanted to kill himself.

Is it because I lost my hair tie?

Or did I not take good care of that goldfish?

Is it because I didn't go to Tokyo with Xia Youjie?

is it my fault

Lotte couldn't think any more.

Frey sat on the edge of the bed, and the Pythian watched him with four eyes, and stroked his white hair as if reassuring.

But Lot overreacted, and when Frey's fingertips touched his hair, he shivered and coughed harder.

Lott asked in a low voice, "Frey, did I do something wrong?"

Frey withdrew his palm, propped his chin, pressed the bed sheet with one hand, and laughed silently. He said, "Mr. Wiltshire, what do you think? He killed you, not you."

Lott covered his face, he sobbed, and said, "I must have done something wrong, Jie will kill me."

As if to affirm such words, Lott crawled to the side of the bed, got out of bed, staggered a little while wearing slippers, and went to find the telephone.

The call was dialed back.

The phone rang over and over again.

The "beep" sound is simply tiresome.

Eventually, it was picked up anyway.

Xia Youjie's voice appeared on the phone.

In fact, Lot couldn't help coughing when he heard that voice. He covered his mouth, trying not to stain his clothes with the ink spilling from his mouth.

Lott wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak, just like the moment he was killed, he couldn't even speak the words of questioning.

"Lotte, is there anything else?" Xia Youjie said, "I will be back."

As if to emphasize something, the last sentence was deliberately accentuated when it was said.

Lott didn't speak, he heard heavy and suppressed breathing coming from the opposite side.

"Jay."

With trembling lips, Lotter said, "Why did you—"

Afterwards, he couldn't say anything about the accusation.

Lott was just crying, and he was sobbing softly, his voice was very soft and weak, as if he was dying.

Xia Youjie said, "Don't cry, I'll be right back. Luo Te, don't cry, okay?"

Xia Youjie's voice was as gentle as usual, as were his words, but Lott could no longer connect them with the comforting words before.

Lotter coughed, and he said indiscriminately, "I like you, Jay."

Xia Youjie was silent.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "I know."

"Do you like me, Jay?"

"I--"

Xia Youjie's words stopped midway, he closed his eyes, let out a mouthful of stale air, and said, "Me too."

Lot coughed, and he couldn't continue talking.

With trembling fingers, Lott opened the drawer beside the bed. Because of his excessive movement, there was a loud "bang", and the medicine bottle in the drawer was thrown out and fell to the ground.

Lotter put down the microphone, squatted down, and groped the ground with his palms.

At this time, it was difficult for Lot to see clearly. He seemed to be crushed all of a sudden, and tears blurred his vision at this moment. His fingertips touched the shell of the medicine bottle several times, but he did not grasp it firmly. , causing the medicine bottle to roll away again.

Xia Youjie's voice sounded from the microphone, and he asked, "What happened?"

Lotte squatted down, hugging his knees, crying silently, groping with his fingers on the ground, and after a long time, he grasped the medicine bottle tightly.

Lotter unscrewed the bottle cap with trembling fingers, and poured a lot of pills into his hand at once.

The pill rolled out all of a sudden, hit the wall of the bottle, and made some noises.

With his eyes closed, Lott swallowed a handful of pills that fell into his mouth, and didn't drink any water. He was choked for a while.

Lotter coughed violently again.

He thought that he must be in a mess now.

It seems that because of being too nervous, Lotte's palms were covered with sweat. He closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red from crying, and the wet tears still remained on his face. It's all red -- sick red.

Lott's collar was stained with ink, as was the corner of his mouth. Lott picked up a tissue, but couldn't wipe it off.

Even those anti-anxiety medicines that could not be swallowed fell on the floor because of coughing.

Lot lay on the ground, he barely opened his eyes, picked up the pills one after another, regardless of whether they were dirty or not, he stuffed them into his mouth, as if he could comfort himself in this way.

After taking the medicine, Lott relaxed a little. He supported the floor and stood up unsteadily. He couldn't stand for a while, and almost fell to the ground again.

The voice from the microphone came out again, and it sounded a little anxious.

Lot picked up the microphone and said, "It's okay, I'm just... taking medicine."

He heard Xia Youjie from the opposite side ask, "What medicine are you taking?"

Lott paused, and he replied honestly: "Anti-anxiety medicine."

Xia Youjie seemed to be relieved, but he didn't seem to be completely relaxed. He said, "Don't eat too much. Follow the doctor's advice, otherwise it will be bad for your health."

Lott said nothing.

What was Xia Youjie thinking when he said such caring words?

Luo Te thought, is Xia Youjie also thinking at this moment, how will he kill me later?

"But—" said Lott, "I don't need my health to recover."

There was an obvious cry in Lott's voice, and he said, "Jie, why did you kill me..."

"Obviously, obviously we made an agreement."

"You promised too."

Lot was sobbing, his voice getting weaker and weaker, gradually becoming inaudible.

Lott said, "I said we would be together."

Xia Youjie laughed shortly, he sighed, and said, "You know."

The phone was hung up.

Lotter looked at the beeping phone, he stood up, opened the door, and walked to the living room.

The clock is ticking.

But at this time, Lott didn't run away. He just sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and watched the advertisements played over and over again.

There was a quilt on the sofa, so he pulled off the quilt, covered him, and curled up into a small ball.

The sound of sobbing was drowned out by the sound of loud advertisements.

When Lott was almost falling asleep, he heard a knock on the door.

a bit.

again.

It's like hammering heavily on the soul of a person.

Frey sat next to Lott, and when Lott looked up at the door and trembled unconsciously, his hand was held by Frey.

Frey said: "Mr. Wiltshire, if you want this to end, please hold my hand and use the power of the oracle."

"I……"

Frey said with a smile: "Oh, maybe I should use other adjectives. You shouldn't be dependent on him anymore. Resurrection from the dead is no joke. Your soul has a shelf life like your life, doesn't it?"

Lott finally shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

Lott buried his head in the quilt, and tried his best to ignore the knock on the door. He replied dully, "I don't know."

The door was finally knocked open - by a spell that Lott couldn't see.

Lott still stubbornly buried his head in the sheets, like an ostrich avoiding what was about to happen next.

Footsteps came.

Xia Youjie seemed to be standing beside Luo Te. He lowered his head and bent over to tear off the quilt.

Lot raised his head subconsciously at that moment, the tears on his face hadn't been wiped off, and the corners of his eyes were wet and red.

When he saw Xia Youjie, Lott trembled, and immediately, he felt a hand strangling his neck.

The thick, callused hands used to gently push the hair from his ears back and hug him, but now they grabbed his neck and wanted to kill him.

Lott's breathing was difficult, he opened his eyes, his lips moved, and asked, "Why... why?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes, he smiled, but he smiled reluctantly, and he said, "I'm sorry, Lotte. I can't protect you anymore."

Xia Youjie closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I defected. I can't protect you anymore. So, you need to die."

Xia Youjie's words jumped and had no logic, but Lott could feel his restrained palms.

It seemed that he couldn't let go of his hand all the time, and the hand that grabbed Lott's neck barely allowed him to breathe.

The ink that Luo Te coughed up fell down his chin, dripped into Xia Youjie's palm, and slid down Xia Youjie's palm lines.

"I want to create a magician's paradise, and I need to kill the monkeys."

Xia Youjie said softly, one sentence at a time, like a trial, "For... my righteousness, I will kill you."

Lott opened his eyes, and he asked, "Is that my fault?"

Xia Youjie let go of the palms that clamped his neck, he opened his eyes, looked at the hands spread out in front of him, and said, "It's not your fault."

Xia Youjie hugged Luo Te, his voice was still gentle.

When being hugged, Lott relaxed all of a sudden, and those emotions that were on the verge of collapse were soothed in the same hug as before.

It was a very reassuring hug.

Luo Te closed his eyes, he stretched out his hand, and put it around Xia Youjie's neck.

At that moment, Lott only thought that the previous death was a nightmare that he had had - just like when he was a child.

But in the next second, Xia Youjie used the magic spell.

"You said that what I did was right." Xia Youjie raised the corners of his lips, and he said, "We are all right. It's just—"

"In this world, it's just not compatible."

Xia Youjie said softly, "Goodbye, Lotte."

The invisible curse spirit devoured Lott's body.

Xia Youjie sat on the sofa, he looked at his empty palm, which seemed to still be warm.

……

Lott died again and again, and woke up again and again.

In the first few times, he still tried to ask Xia Youjie why he wanted to kill himself, but there was no result.

He asked Xia Youjie, didn't he say that everyone is the same, why did Xia Youjie abandon this idea first to realize the so-called righteousness?

Lott didn't hear the answer, he just heard Xia Youjie's heavy breathing, and then he was swallowed by the curse, again.

On the fourth and fifth time, Lott wanted to run away.

Luo Te couldn't accept the ending of being killed by Xia Youjie.

Moreover, he wanted to know what happened in that bitter summer that caused Xia Youjie to undergo such a change.

It would be nice if Xia Youjie was tired when he realized that he was tired.

It would be fine if he denied it when he received Xia Youjie's question. Whether Jie is strong or right is not what he cares about. Her only wish is to be with Xia Youjie.

if--

After waking up from the bed, wearing light clothes and slippers, he wanted to run a little farther.

But Lott found that, no matter what, he couldn't escape the boundaries of the town.

Lot was trapped behind the transparent screen. He beat the wall hard, only to hear a heavy echo, and there was a blank space behind the wall, just like what he saw before.

When he was completely exhausted, Lott slid down the transparent wall and fell to the ground. In the darkness, he heard footsteps coming towards him.

The light from the flashlight illuminated everything around him.

Luo Te raised his head and saw Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie stretched out his palm towards him and said, "Let's go home."

At the beginning, Lott thought Xia Youjie had woken up, so he wiped away his tears, ran towards his boy with a smile, and hugged Xia Youjie tightly.

Then, like the first time, Lott was impaled by the curse spirit and died.

The next few times, Lott wanted to escape, but no matter what, he couldn't escape.

It was like, he had to die here.

Lott heard the sound of the pointer moving in his ear again.

Lotter sat up.

Lott saw Frey sitting by the bed, and Frey smiled pitifully.

The four-eyed Pythian yawned. He waved to Lott and said, "Mr. Wiltshire, good afternoon. I'm glad to see you come back so tired again."

Lott passed Frey straight away. He walked to the bedside table, squatted down, opened the drawer, took out the medicine bottle deftly, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured a large handful of pills into his palm.

Lott swallowed the water without hesitation.

Anti-anxiety medication seemed to calm him down a bit.

"Frey." Lott asked, "I can't remember exactly how many times I woke up."

Frey laughed and said, "23rd time, dear Mr. Wiltshire. Eleven times you were..."

Frey counted the number of times Lott died and the reasons for his death. He was indifferent as if he was watching a drama.

Lotter sat on the ground, leaning against the bedside table, curled up again.

Lott said: "I don't want to die, I want to live with Jay."

His voice was sobbing, as if desperate to the extreme.

Frey wobbled his legs. He sat on the edge of the bed, held out his palm, and asked, "Is this what you want?"

Lot looked up, his lips moved, and asked, "Yes, Frey. You're an oracle, you—"

Lot seemed to be discouraged for a moment, and he said, "Oh, by the way, you said that you no longer have the strength you once had."

Frey laughed, and he said, "Yes, I said so. But if this is your wish, the oracle can help you realize it. But, this will be the end of your story."

Lott didn't answer, he leaned quietly on the bedside table, breathing lightly.

Frey tilted his head to look and found that Lott had fallen asleep.

Having been killed so many times, the mental exhaustion seemed to have overwhelmed him, causing him to fall asleep under the circumstances.

Frey turned his head and said to the void in front of him, "Manipulator, you see, Mr. Wiltshire is not a good narrator—he can't even remember being killed by his lover." How many times did he die. But even then, he refused to let the story end."

"What would happen if the oracle was used?" Frey laughed, and he seemed more like talking to himself, "It will be the ending where everyone becomes very happy-for this wish. "

Frey said: "Manipulator, Mr. Wiltshire may tell you to choose, after all, he always avoids. How would you choose?"

"That's right."

Facing the air in front of him, Frey said, "Why do you want to see the end of this story, the truth? Entertainment? Or, for redemption?"

"Atonement for the hurt done in the past is the most boring and useless thing to do."

Frey waved his hands, sighed, and said, "After all, the damage has already been done, hasn't it?"

"Oh, it's been too long."

Frey narrowed his eyes and said, "The time is coming. Mr. Wiltshire, you have to die again."

Frey jumped off the edge of the bed. He shook Lott's shoulders, looked down, and told him, "It's time for you to wake up."

Lott woke up from his sleep, he seemed to have a good dream, even when he woke up, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Until now, he can only laugh in his dreams.

"Frey, what's wrong?"

Frey said, "It's time. Here he is."

Lotter was stunned at that moment. He opened the drawer and swallowed the last few anti-anxiety medicines. After that, he stood up slowly.

Lott walked staggeringly, he seemed to have no strength, like a bird about to fall, his footsteps were very light and light, almost inaudible.

Lotter went downstairs.

He came to the living room.

Lott walked, he didn't look back, and asked, "Frey, does the manipulator really exist?"

Frey followed behind him. When he heard this question, Frey laughed out loud and said, "Of course, Mr. Wiltshire. Listen to your mother's words, which always echo in your mind." — mother's words."

Lot lowered his eyes and said, "My mother only told me that I want to be a good boy. I must be a good boy. She didn't tell me, and neither did Jay, what should I do now."

Lot held on to the handrail of the stairs, and he walked slowly, "If the manipulator, you can see me."

"Next time, please save my soul and read it to the previous summer. Is it possible?"

Lott turned his head. He looked at the blank wall and continued, "I want to know why Jay did this."

When Frey heard this sentence, he sneered slightly.

Lott didn’t take/treat mental/mental disease medicine today, so he saw his worm cat, saw Felix, saw his classmates, those he knew and those he didn’t know, he saw the Umbrella Man, He also saw C—C who couldn't see the face clearly, but he was sure it was C.

Speaking of which, everyone here now has no face, and their faces are all smeared out by black lines.

"Hello, bug cat."

Lot walked over, he smiled, unconsciously, and said to his rabbit doll, "Hello, Felix."

"Hello, C."

"Hello, Umbrella Man."

They would echo Lott's same words.

After greeting everyone, Lott opened the door again and saw Xia Youjie standing outside the door.

"Hello, Xia Youjie."

Lott pulled the corners of his mouth, and he smiled.

Luo Te's face was pale, and under the moonlight, there was no trace of blood on his face. He looked at Xia Youjie, tilted his head, and asked, "Jie, do you want to kill me again?"

Xia Youjie looked at Lott, and after being told the purpose of his arrival, Xia Youjie seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Xia Youjie raised the corner of his mouth, took a step forward, and said, "You already know."

affirmative tone.

It was exactly the same tone as when he died dozens of times before.

Lot looked up, his eyes were red.

Luo Te couldn't see the curse spirit, so when he hugged Xia Youjie, he only felt a pain in his chest.

Warm blood immediately splashed out, staining Luo Te's clothes and Xia Youjie's clothes.

Lot raised his head, he choked up, and said, "I don't know what happened, Jay, why did it become like this."

"but--"

"I like you."

"I like you and I want to live with you."

"Xia Youjie, stop turning a blind eye."

……

real field.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air, and the fan was spinning, even though it was autumn.

On the desk in the study room of the apartment, there is a computer.

In front of the computer, there was a man with black hair and a bun. At this moment, he frowned and looked at the picture on the screen.

[Confirm the puppet's death. 】

[Bad ending: endless bitter summer. 】

[The connection is interrupted, and we are about to jump to the second perspective. 】

As the music sounded, the black screen game interface began to change again.

After a sound of footsteps, the CG screen jumped to the game screen.

[Xia Youjie'you' hung up the call, you came to the house where you used to live together, and you knocked on the door. 】

['You' saw the door open, saw Lott who would no longer rush over with a smile. 】

['You''s decision is: A. Kill him.

B. Kill him.

C. Kill him, like you once did]

作者有话要说：大概早上九点更剩下的，那章还要修一下quq感谢在2021-05-0316:08:00~2021-05-0421:10:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Yicun randomly counted 1;

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