i'm in love with the sentinel who wants to kill me

"Then I won't run away. ——The end of the season "Irrelevant Records""

The preoccupied lovers pretended nothing happened to each other, but they didn't even notice the other's strangeness.It was night, and a small night light was on in the bedroom, and they fell asleep hugging each other.The sentinel had no dreams at night, but the dark and sweet dreams of the guide began to deteriorate.

Perhaps because of the video evidence Modi told, the precognitive dream at the end of the season tonight is particularly clear.A lot of details were added to the scene in the border area. In addition to seeing the base in the border area, he also saw the factory building where human experiments were carried out.The time of his dream has become longer, and he has seen at least two days of action trajectory from the time point when he was finally stabbed to death by Modi.

The breath is long.Ji Mo silently saw himself hugging Morty, kissing him, closing his eyes like a coward, but opening his eyes when the dagger came out of his chest, and saw the point of the knife.

There was intense pain in the heart.At the end of the season, he twitched violently, and opened his eyes dripping with cold sweat.

He gasped for breath and looked around in panic.The curtains are already drawn.It's daytime.

Morty was awakened by his sudden movement.

He looked at Ji Mo with heavy eyes, reached out and put Ji Mo in his arms, and touched Ji Mo's back with cold sweat.

Ji Mo curled up stiffly, and even shivered when Modi touched his back.

Morty kissed his forehead. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Ji Mo tried his best to adjust his breathing, and nodded after a while.

Modi rubbed Ji Mo's head, his voice was extremely gentle: "Is it still the nightmare of world destruction?"

The end of the season froze.

There was a buzzing in his head, as if someone suddenly plucked a noisy string there.For a split second, he couldn't even see or hear anything.His eyes widened, staring into nothingness.

"The end of the season?" A voice came from far away.

"elder brother?"

……

Morty was calling himself.

The muscles at the end of the season didn't work, and he almost forced himself to blink before returning to his senses.He moved forward with difficulty, his cheek pressed against Moody's chest, trembling.That piece of skin was warm, not like myself, it was as cold as ice.

Morty held him tighter.Ji Mo stole some strength from his sentinel, and after a long time, he cleared his throat and let out an "um".

"It's okay... I'm here." Modi patted him on the back, comforting him like a child. "I'll be there at that time."

"……Um."

"We haven't found the trigger for this foreseen event yet, so let's continue our research."

Ji Mo opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.He has almost lost his ability to speak.Finally he closed his mouth again, closed his eyes, and nodded against Morty's chest.His eyelashes fluttered and his body was still trembling.

Today's season finale was exceptionally low.

In fact, the end of the season itself is very gloomy, wearing only black, white and gray clothes, with an indifferent expression, surrounded by a world-weary atmosphere.

But after being with Modi, he seemed to be a little brighter, with more smiles and more lively eyes.

——It’s just that today it seems to have suddenly returned to its original shape.

He and Modi came to the tower to clock in for work as usual, and he asked Modi to wait in the office, and went to the research institute in the tower by himself, which was a place he was familiar with.Soon, Ji Mo quietly took some silver nitrate solution and brought it back.

"Go to University A. To avoid suspicion, I won't go." At the end of the season, he handed the small brown reagent bottle to Modi, "If you need anything else, let me know."

Moddy put away the small bottle and motioned him to rest assured.

At the end of the season, he walked him to the elevator.

The guide's smile was shallow, which made Modi's heart flutter.The moment the elevator door opened, he couldn't hold back, lowered his head and gave Ji Mo a quick kiss before stepping into the elevator.

Morty's voice came from the gap in the closing elevator doors.

"Brother, don't be afraid. See you at home."

Ji Mo smiled and stood there, nodding.

The numbers on the elevator have changed several times, and the end of the season is still staring at the closed elevator door, as if his feet were nailed there.

His breathing was unsteady, and the forehead before his eyes was shaking.When he finally moved, he didn't look at what he looked like today reflected in the metal door, but turned around without hesitation and walked towards the office.

At the end of the season, I didn't turn on the computer.

He first sat on the chair for half an hour, then got up and went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee.

He came to the balcony with coffee.It is already cold winter, and the balconies of all the buildings are almost closed and the windows are closed. The heating is not enough, and no one wants to blow cold wind.

At the end of the season, he sat down on the balcony leisurely, as if he didn't feel the cold, looking at the bleak scenery outside.

Everything is gray and dilapidated.

Everything dies.Nothing will be left.

The scenery seen from the sixth floor of the tower has been seen for several years at the end of the season, and I am very familiar with it.Streets, shops, parks... His eyes swept over them one by one.Looking down from above reminded him of the unfinished building in the south of the city.

The coffee gets cold very quickly in the cold weather, and it will be colder than your hand after a while, but Ji Mo still holds the coffee and swallows it without any burden.

His eyes had a teary eye, especially in winter.Even so, he squinted and his eyelashes were wet.In the cold wind, the hair is stiff, Ji Mo sits there like a dummy.

A cup of coffee quickly bottomed out.

Ji Mo stared at the brown coffee stain on the bottom of the cup for a second or two, then got up again and went to drink another cup.

When he came back, he passed Bai Haiqing's desk.Ji Mo held the glass, paused there for a second or two, and then opened the first drawer of the table.

This drawer was specially used by Bai Haiqing to store cigarettes, and one was pulled out at the end of the season.He looked at the packaging of the cigarette packs for a while, and if Shindao Shirabe knew about it, he wouldn't mind, so he took a pack, and held the lighter on the table in his hand.

With coffee in one hand and cigarettes in the other, he returned to the chilly balcony.

The moment the cigarette was lit, he cocked his feet, recalling the first time he had smoked a few months ago.

At that time, Modi had just come here for an internship. In order to keep a distance from Modi, he deliberately described the encounter with him as his brother.What he thought at the time was that Modi was the one who wanted to kill him, and he didn't want to have any emotional entanglements with him at all; push it to his brother, he knew that he liked the wrong person, so he wouldn't pester himself.

At the end of the season, he held a puff of cigarette for a few seconds before spit it out lightly, a soft and fleeting smoke.When he smoked for the first time, he was choking, and Modi took his cigarette very coolly, and said to him, "If you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke."

But now, he can smoke.

At the end of the season, he smiled lightly, taking stock of his life in the past few months.The original plan fell through, and before Modi didn't like him, he fell into it first.

Ji Mo looked down at the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and flicked ash on the ashtray.As the soot fell, a small red-yellow flame was faintly revealed, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

He observed the small light spot for a long time, then tilted his head, stretched his fingers, and touched the beautiful little light spot.

——Dark people like bright things very much, just like he likes Modi very much.

When he pressed it, he didn't feel it was hot.Because it was really cold on the balcony, his hands were so cold that he couldn't feel it.It wasn't until he realized that the flesh at his fingertips had changed color that he slowly withdrew his hand.

The index finger of his left hand had been scalded to the size of a cigarette butt.

The end of the season carefully observes this wound.There is soot, tissue fluid, blood, and flesh.

There is also pain.But that doesn't matter.

At the end of the season, he picked up the coffee with his left hand and drank it in a big gulp. The blood on his fingertips was smeared on the wall of the cup, as if he had drawn a stick figure.

He drank in a hurry, and he seemed to be full of alcohol.The liquid overflowed from the lips, passed across the chin, and then across the neck, and was finally absorbed by the black sweater without leaving any traces.At the end of the season, his brows stretched, as if he wanted to drink all the coffee that he drank less under Modi's supervision in the past few months.

Another cup of coffee bottomed out.An exhilarating sense of revenge.

At the end of the season, he wiped the coffee cup with his index finger and looked into the distance.His heart rate was up, he was more excited, and he was more awake from the caffeine rush.

When he awoke in the morning, he fell from one nightmare to another unsuspectingly.

Modi asked him: "Is it still the nightmare of the destruction of the world?"

He woke up suddenly.After a long, long time, he answered "Yeah".

At that time, although the fear was surging like waves, all the uneasiness and anxiety were settled in an instant.At the end of the season, he opened his eyes and saw the ending clearly.

A signal that he had ignored for a long time broke out in Modi's inadvertent question, so that he could no longer forget it and buried it deep in his subconscious.

——It's been a long, long time since he had a prophetic dream about the destruction of the world.

When did it start?

From the moment the sixth foresight event was triggered, the first foresight event stopped.

He just re-read the file yesterday, and the time node will not be wrong.But he didn't react yesterday.

Ever since he started having the dream about Morty trying to kill him, he has never seen any vision of the destruction of the world.For several months, this was the only precognitive dream left.

For a while, he was even tortured to the point where he missed his first prophetic dream—the feeling of pain is different when everyone is going to the doomsday together, and being stabbed to death by his lover.

And what are the results of their research?

Once the trigger is pulled, the precognitive event will completely deviate from the original track, and the most obvious sign is the cessation of the precognitive dream.

At the end of the season, on his most secure big bed, in his sentinel arms, he suddenly broke through the research bottleneck and achieved research results.

The destruction of the world is no longer happening.

Because... the sixth predicted event turned out to be the trigger for the first predicted event.

Under the warm blanket, Ji Mo's hands and feet were cold, and his teeth were chattering.But he just leaned his forehead on Morty's chest and pressed it, without saying a word.

He couldn't actually tell.He didn't know what to say.

The trigger has been pulled, and there is no way to return to the original track. There is only one trigger, big or small, but there is only one.

Is it meaningful to study the sixth foresighted event to have a second trigger?

It's not necessary anymore.Can't find it either.

He was honestly killed by Modi, the sixth event is completed, and the world will not be destroyed.how nice.

The hair on his forehead was completely blown by the cold wind, and Ji Mo's face was horribly pale.He smiled so much that he showed his white teeth, laughed out loud, and laughed out tears.

As early as four years ago, when he was planning to commit suicide, he thought: A person who can only predict destruction and death is already the biggest variable in this world.If this ability disappeared, everything that was foreseen might not happen at all.

At the end of the season, I drank the completely cold coffee in one go.He sniffed, and his breath smelled of coffee and tobacco.Why didn't he commit suicide again?It would be nice to get it over with earlier, and save a lot of pain.

He took a deep breath at the end of the season.When he was still in school, he learned a saying: "I think, therefore I am".When I wondered whether I existed, I was already thinking, and since I was thinking, I existed—and now I am thinking, and that is the only thing I can be sure of, it is the proof of my existence.

All the precognitive events that occurred in his mental realm, his dreams, his research, and his thoughts only proved his existence.If he didn't exist, all those things might have disappeared.

Gone, best.

The pain in the tip of my left finger has gone numb.The end of the quarter glanced.

Dirty blisters, half-dried blood and tissue fluid.May be infected.

But that doesn't matter.

Life and death are a foregone conclusion, the rest is trivial.

At the end of the season, I sat on the balcony and didn't want to get up.He smoked cigarettes one by one, until he emptied the whole box, and then stayed in a daze.

What else could he do now?

God seems to be sure that as long as he meets Modi, the sixth foreseen event will definitely happen, so this event is made to be the trigger to prevent the destruction of the world.So the right to choose was once in his hands, either he died alone, or the whole world died together; and he had already made the choice before he realized it—the dream of the destruction of the world had long since disappeared.

He had already missed the best time to push Modi away.How much he had hoped that Modi could wish to kill him quickly, so that Modi would not feel uncomfortable after his death.

But he couldn't hold on.

He had fallen too early, and Morty's frank love had clouded his mind.Now they are both engaged.

Although they have not yet reached the point of marriage, everything can barely be said to be counted; but it is too late to revoke their relationship.Nor did he have the desire to play some bad show and make Morty hate himself in these last days.

So what to do.

Since he was a child, he came here alone keeping a secret, and no one told him how to ask for help.The fact is, even if he wants to call for help now, no one can help him.

At the end of the season, he picked the blister on the tip of his left finger, and the dirty liquid flowed out of his hand.He is numbly masturbating himself.

My brain seems to be down, and I can't even issue a restart command.Now there's only one problem left... Ji Mo puts his finger in his mouth and tastes his own blood mixed with soot.

What to do with Morty?

At the end of the season, I sat on the balcony for a whole day, but I didn't feel enough biting, pain, and stimulation as I wished.

When it was dark, he returned home with burns on his hands and the smell of cigarettes and coffee all over his body.

Moti had already cooked the meal and kept it warm on the table until he came back.

The moment he stepped into the house, the warmth and sentinel spirit in the room felt like a world away.But there was no excitement at the end of the season, his soul was almost bleached and faded, and he couldn't make any waves.

Since this morning, the feeling of lifelessness that has killed all emotions is back.

He smiled and pushed away Modi who came to hug him, and said, "I'm going to take a bath first, you can eat first, I can't eat."

Then he went into the bathroom and started cleaning himself.

His body is actually very clean, but his self-loathing makes him see that he is full of dirt.He washed for a long time, and the water was rushing, as if it would not stop.The wound on the hand continued to rupture and bleed again, until the new flesh was white in the end.At the end of the season, I didn't think about bandaging at all.

He dried himself off and put on his bathrobe.Looking at the expressionless face in the mirror, he was completely enlightened.

The months that seemed like an escape from hell were actually a dream.When he woke up, he was still in hell.He never actually left.Modi's appearance was like a ecstasy. He was so happy with Modi that he didn't look like himself anymore, so much so that he forgot that great joy was followed by great sorrow. He shouldn't have received so much joy.

The only remaining mercy of fate was that he had a time to deceive himself; and when the time came he would send Morty out of this hell.The bright one should not be here.

The sunshine he got from Modi should be returned, it is not his own after all.

If you can't escape, then don't escape.

He is a death row prisoner, and until the last moment comes, he will be completely insane.

The author says:

I don't know if it's just my imagination...

At the beginning, many readers, Baozi, were thinking of all kinds of tricks very seriously, not wanting to be stabbed at the end of the season.But recently, it seems that the painting style has suddenly changed, and everyone is shouting at Modi: "Why don't you stab it! Quickly stab it——!"?ヽ(`Д′)?┻━┻