Quanzai Cone

I'm here to kill.

Other than that, you don't have to remember anything.

Even though I told myself so, when I walked past another window, I still couldn't help but be burned by the colorful urban neon outside.

The night wind in Yokohama always carries the tide of the deep sea. When it rushes into the corridor from the window gap on the 49th floor, it seems to blow those colorful neon lights. Under the feet, there is only darkness with no end in sight.

The building is almost empty, only the sound of my light footsteps echoing.

In this monotonous voice, at some point, the childish oath sounded: "——I want to be a doctor on an outlying island, just like my parents, to help others!"

Contrary to the ideal declaration of saving people, there is a mountain-like, unshakable cold killing intent in his chest.

I left the child who kept repeating this sentence behind me, and let her fall into the past time, wronged and hopeless, and cry bitterly.But as the unstoppable footsteps continued to move forward, the crying disappeared.

Confirming that the gun is loaded, I hold it tight and step past the slumped body to the last door.

The imposing wood-steel core door was half-closed, and I easily pushed it open.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the whole wall have a panoramic view of the mountains, almost covering half of the night view of Yokohama.Because the rainbow light on the ground is too strong, the stars and the moon in the sky have disappeared. Only the dark dome is huddled in a corner, watching the room without lights all the time.

The messy corpses, the sticky blood splattered, and the trembling man against the bookshelf... The faint light reflected from the window deepened the shadow in the house. Heaven and hell stand side by side, separated only by a layer of glass.

I stepped over several unrecognizable mutated corpses, and stopped before a piece of stumped limbs and arms.

Now, I'm just a desk away from the trembling man, long enough to get a bullet into his heart or brain—without having to walk through the mess to get to him.

A girl in her consciousness acted disgustedly: [Hey, disgusting, just shoot it!Don't get your shoes dirty! 】

I obediently took the advice and aimed the gun.

A few days ago, Umbrella's Japanese branch president, who had been interviewed by TV aloofly, was trembling like chaff at the moment, slipping along the bookshelf and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.He begged me not to kill him first, and then cursed after a few words, obviously in extreme confusion.

Undisturbed by the man's incoherent words, I carefully positioned myself and pulled the trigger amidst his frantic yells of terror.

"What's the difference between you and us—" His voice was interrupted abruptly in the middle of screaming.

Red mixed with white, flowing over the man's frozen face.His body froze for a few seconds, then fell over to one side with a "boom", and did not move.

I lowered my arms and calmly responded to him who was silent: "If you have any complaints, let's talk about it when we meet in hell."

Putting the gun away, I started cleaning up my marks.The split personalities in consciousness due to supernatural powers cheered happily, and some even got together to hold a party. It was noisy and noisy, and only a few mature and stable ones remained, and they helped me make suggestions.

The girl who asked me to shoot directly laughed and laughed, instructing me to move for a while, and was interrupted by a low and gentle male voice after a while.I finally got a well-organized and accurate guide to the second, I was relieved, and got busy seriously.

Halfway through the progress, when I passed the floor-to-ceiling windows, I lowered my head to clean the ground and suddenly found more shadows.The strange thing is that when I looked up and saw a strange young man with black hair and kite eyes standing in front of the window like a ghost, I didn't feel panic at all, as if he should have been standing here in the first place.

The personalities directed me as if nothing had happened, and I calmly continued to finish the action, allowing the young man to watch quietly.

After watching for a while, he said, "What are you going to do next?"

I replied like chatting with an old friend: "Start a new life, and I still want to be a doctor if possible."

The strange gentleman paused for a moment, looked sideways at Yokohama, where heavy snow was falling without warning, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Umbrella won't let you go. Once you touch this world, you can't go back."

"Then rest for two years." I wiped off the footprints. "When the supernatural power subsides and they dare to come, I will settle accounts with them."

Standing up straight, my shadow is reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows beside Mr. Stranger.The woman in the reflection has a chilling determination in her eyes, which is very different from the mediocre and meek me in the past.

Withdrawing my gaze, the determination that was beating in my chest and that could never be shaken by anything made me tell him without hesitation for a second——

"My life is still long, how can I give up because of these scum!"

Mr. Strange was silent.

I came to the door after work and asked him, "Will we meet again?"

I waited until a second before I was about to give up, when I finally heard his voice.

"Yes." He said gently.

So, with a smile, I stepped into the shadowy corridor, towards the cold night and snow——

I was hospitalized.

I cried a lot in the ward that day, and finally my consciousness became blurred, and I only vaguely remembered that it was Zhijun who caught me who was unconscious.After waking up, Ms. Komori had returned to her post as usual; I, as a counselor with repeated high fevers, was safely admitted to the medical point; and Zhijun, who had completed all "treatments", was sent back to the shelter The dormitory... It seems that nothing happened, and they entered the peaceful daily life of the isolated island, and even the Umbrella team disappeared.

Confused, I pondered for a while with my newly fevered brain, and finally I could barely remember that the awakened ability seemed to conflict with some kind of power in Zhijun, pulling the consciousness of both of us into a certain memory—how can I recall it? , I don’t remember which memory it is, what Zhijun and I have experienced.

After being suppressed by the unknown power possessed by Zhijun, the ability went back to sleep, and even the memory fragments disappeared without a trace.Of course, the side effects also disappeared.

After recovering, I left the medical point full of doubts, and habitually sent a text message to Zhijun to explain the discharge. After 1 minute, an unexpected reminder sounded.

【Zhi Jun: Well, take a good rest. 】