[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

Time dawdled in place for a long time, and finally strode away impatiently.

It's getting dark, and I'm going to spend my second night here.

The sparse night lights on the campus have already been turned on, but the blackened incandescent lamps can't shine much light, instead it looks gloomy.

I walked leisurely with Dazai holding the bread bag, and finally couldn't help asking: "Mr. Dazai, do you have any idea about Kaoru's wish?"

"Well, it's actually quite simple to say." Dazai put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to look at me, "Miss Xun's heart knot lies in Shirota and Cangsong, as well as her parents who care about her."

"Well...then let's anonymously send the evidence of their conspiracy to murder the students to the police station, and leave everything to the police department to settle everything." I buried my chin on the plastic bag in my arms, and frowned after thinking about it. "But...the police department will definitely notify Xun's parents of all this. Doesn't this mean that their wounds will be bloody opened again?"

"So the above doesn't work. In theory, the best way to get revenge on a person is to take away what he cares about most." Dazai explained in detail with a drawn-out tone. "Shirota's bold and reckless actions over the years are all based on the powerful family behind him, and a ghost like Matsukura who is psychologically unbalanced is more suitable to be sent to a madhouse."

"Hmm..." I pondered, the way to bring down a family is nothing more than supporting its competitors, and the exposure of public opinion makes the industry shrink rapidly. I understand all these, but it is not easy to operate in this situation.

Dazai chuckled lightly and put his hands on my shoulders: "Ayako is such a good boy, Ms. Xun's situation is suitable for a simpler and more direct method, and so is Ms. Xue Nai."

"Well…?"

After some planning, it took a long time, and I finally locked the door of the women's dormitory and walked in, carrying the bread I bought at the canteen.

Yesterday, I sat on the small chair in front of the dormitory station for a long time, and the auntie of the dormitory probably knew me well. She looked at me and Dazai who was waving at me not far away, and walked away shaking her head twice.

Isn't it just being misunderstood, anyway, I won't stay here forever, so it's not a big problem.

I looked at my aunt's back with the eyes of "everyone is drunk, I am alone", and left briskly.

The moonlight is much brighter tonight, and I stepped on my own shadow all the way into the dormitory building.

Most of the students had already stayed in the dormitory peacefully, and I climbed up to the fourth floor alone.

I took out the dorm key from my pocket while protecting the bread bag with one hand, and squeezed the old doll hanging on the key ring. The feel and texture are really super familiar.

"I'm back." I opened the door and whispered hello.

"Ayako, you're back." Kaoru, who was possessed by Kato Reika, looked away from Xue Nai who was lying quietly on the bed, and turned to greet me.

It's been a long time since I've heard such everyday conversations.

"I don't know if you have had dinner, I brought some bread."

"..." Xun was stunned, and it took a long time to react after touching his stomach, "I haven't eaten for a long time, Ayako is so careful."

"How is Xue Nai, is there something uncomfortable?"

Xue Nai had already woken up, lying quietly on the upper bunk, while Xun knelt and sat at the end of the bed.The bed is not big, I still don't want to climb up to make trouble.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Xue Nai's voice was shallow but her words were clear.

"It's all my fault..." Xun was silent for a moment, covering her face with her hands out of control, all the grievances and pains in her tone finally couldn't be suppressed. "It's all my fault... My suicide hurt my parents who love me, and my loss of control hurt Xue Nai who has been with me all this time... Sure enough, it would be better if I disappeared... Woohoo..."

"Xun...I will always be with you, don't be sad..." Any comforting words seemed pale at this moment, Xue Nai struggled to prop up her body, and hugged the little Xun who was curled up into a ball.

Shallow and regretful grief filled the small dormitory.

I stood quietly, feeling pain in my heart, if it weren't for Shirota Hiroo and these dehumanized evil spirits, none of this would have happened.

Perhaps it is a good way to make these evil spirits disappear-such thoughts are becoming clearer in my mind.

I looked up at them with my eyes wide open, and said in a soft voice, "It's so painful, if Xun does it himself and removes Shirota Hiroo, will he be happier?"

Xun's eyes became more mournful, "Hirota Shirota never feels guilty, he is not afraid of ghosts and gods, and he is not guilty of everything he has done... My resentment can't hurt him."

"When I first became a grudge, my strength was weak, and I could only invade Shirota Hiroo's dreams in the middle of the night. However, he never felt afraid, and even calmly invited the shrine witch after I threatened him."

I am speechless.An evil spirit like Shirota Hiroo has been favored so far by the heavens.

"Then... How about doing it yourself with the body you are possessing now?" I struggled to spit out the proposal Dazai gave me before. "Whether it's punching, kicking, or chopping with a knife, wait for you to vent all your grievances before sending them to where they should go."

Xun wiped her tears and raised her head. The eyeliner Kato Reika had worn had long since faded, and her eyes turned into bruised dark circles.

Xue Nai's pale face showed surprise and surprise, her hands were clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of her pale hands were bulging.

"Is it really possible!" Xun's voice was hoarse eroded by tears, like a survivor struggling to catch dead wood in the waves.

"Ah."

I couldn't sleep at all during the desolate and cold nights, and I rolled over and over again in the not-so-spacious quilt. Late night is often the best time to think alone.

After coming here, I rub shoulders with death, witness death and even touch death.I can feel the life passing by my fingertips and the fragility of my own existence.

I'm in a predicament, and I have a hunch that this experience is the first non-daily experience in my life, but it won't be the last, and this will be a turning point in my life.

I felt at a loss, the road signs ahead were eroded and peeled off, and I could only grope and move forward slowly by myself.

Maybe he will die in a corner where no one knows.

My eyelids slowly drooped, and that was the last complaint I could have about myself.