【Fantasy Pass】-Psycho Pass Banquet

A faint ray of light leaked into the room artificially cut off from all natural light.

The short-haired woman in home clothes with no image and sitting on a chair with her legs curled up greeted without enthusiasm: "Welcome back. How is the lobbying plan going? I finally found a woman named Gong on the life forums of those housewives. Yamanaoko's woman."

"Successful." The person standing in the darkness at the door replied: "I have taught her the method of killing and the side effects of drugs. Probably there will be cases in the near future."

"It's really yours." Fang Chuan Kikyo praised without any surprise: "By the way, is the drug that can keep the hue clear, is it real or fake? Where did you get such a thing?"

"Probably true. Wasn't the previous drug experiment in the abandoned area a success?"

"Huh? Then can I use it too?"

"I advise you not to think about it. The person who made the drug said that this drug is still in the experimental stage, and it will put a heavy burden on the heart. If you take the current dose of the drug continuously for a week, you will die of heart failure in the next half month."

Hearing this, Fangchuan Kikyo shuddered: "What kind of person can research such a terrible drug? What's the contact information? What's the name? Is he still a talent who hasn't been discovered by Sibyl?"

"I don't have any contact information. He took the initiative to contact me. The name—probably a pseudonym. It's called Sixteen Nights."

"Then what are the conditions for him to provide you with these drugs?"

"A shotgun."

"Just this?"

"Just this."

After entering a few more lines of code into the computer, Fang Chuan Kikyo turned his head towards the door strangely: "Why don't you come in?"

"Fang Chuan, do you think what we are doing is correct?"

Yoshikawa Kikyo stopped moving her fingers.

The silence lasted for a while, she lowered her legs and turned the chair to face the young man, and asked in a serious tone she had never seen before: "Do you regret it? Accelerator."

"Fang Chuan. He got the A judgment from the Criminal Division of the Security Bureau." The young man in the dark seemed to chuckle slightly: "I didn't expect that we would stand on the opposite side again in the end. Is this my retribution? After belief, Does this world have to take away all the things I cherish before it is willing to give up? What should I do? Whether it is revenge or not, the result that awaits me is destruction. But I am not reconciled——I am really not reconciled! Obviously It’s a world where everyone can be happy! But I can only watch as the light given to me is taken away one after another!”

He caressed his chest, and his knees touched the ground as if he lost his strength: "It's so empty here, I can hardly feel my heartbeat, is it really meaningful to live like this? Is there an end to this darkness? Yes Can someone save me?"

Fangchuan Kikyo stood up from the chair, walked slowly in front of the young man, and kept the same height with him on one knee: "Then do you want to give up?"

She heard even more resoluteness than before.

"I do not!"

Accelerator raised his head: "Since everything is ruined, then I will never die alone after suffering a lot. I must leave my own scars on Sibyl's body, even if—"

Even if you want to destroy the only beam of light.

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"Miyayama Naoko, ah, so you may not understand. The murderer of the Meijiza cement corpse case surrendered himself."

Accelerator wiped the scalpel with a cotton cloth, and walked slowly towards the two men kneeling on the ground with their hands and feet bound.

"What the hell do you want?!"

The face of the executive officer was distorted and roared loudly, as if as soon as he untied the rope, he would tear himself to pieces in an instant.And the other one has closed his eyes and prayed uselessly since just now.

Accelerator was not interested in remembering their faces and names, nor was he interested in their lives, but he was rarely curious about this question. He tilted his head and repeated the question as if asking himself. question:

"What do I want?"

He casually walked behind one of them like picking an animal to be slaughtered, and grabbed the man's chin with one hand around the head, forcing his head back, exposing his extremely fragile neck.

"I'm not interested in money or power. In the end, maybe, I want to live like an ordinary person. It doesn't matter if I'm happy or not, I can worry about my livelihood, even if I want to become an executive officer."

Ignoring the struggle under his palm, Accelerator pressed the scalpel against the man's neck.

"It's such an ordinary life."

The knife cut down.

Blood spewed out from the man's neck like a fountain, staining his hands red, and the once thriving life slowly disappeared with the splash of scarlet liquid. The man's struggle gradually weakened with the passage of time, until it stopped completely.

"Our Father God Jehovah, today, your children are silent here and pray with a heart of thanksgiving and praise..."

The voice of prayer has not stopped.

The blood-stained demon walked up to the man and asked in a slightly curious tone, "Is there any meaning to chanting and praying like this? Or is it that your Lord will come to save you?"

no answer.

Accelerator, who was already bored, repeated the action just now - pulling up the man's head and stabbing the blade into his neck.

After the signs of blood gushing and the loud prayers disappeared, he let go of the dead body in his hands:

"I'm tired of it. Since you are so sincere, how about returning to your beloved Lord after death?"

No one answered.

Accelerator sat cross-legged beside the two speechless corpses like a tired child, not caring that the blood flowing wantonly on the ground would stain his clothes and pants, he just sat like this, looking at the blood leaking through the crack of the door. A little bit of shimmer came in.

Looking back at the life of this person, Fang Tongxing, it seems that he has never had anything to do with the word kindness.

He is a villain who is completely selfish and doesn't care what other people think. It only takes ten seconds to cut a man's trachea like slaughtering an animal, and it takes only five minutes to strangle a man's neck in the posture of embracing his lover. In life, there has never been any clear joy or sorrow, nor impulsive love and hatred, just like stagnant water without a trace of waves.

From the moment he chose to take revenge, he had already fallen into the bottomless quagmire.

The only option left is——

Fallen.

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"It seems that our new child is not very obedient." Fangchuan Kikyo said, pushing a tablet computer along the table to Accelerator's eyes: "National Cancer Center, three people died of thallium poisoning. There is also a nurse." Accidentally fell down'."

"I'll deal with it. Help me forge my identity." After Accelerator said these two words succinctly, he stood up from his seat.

Yoshikawa Kikyo watched the young man disappear outside the door revealing faint sunlight.

Accelerator didn't waste too much time finding Haruto Nishimura. The fake identity Yoshikawa Kikyo made for him was perfect, and even the door to the internal medicine department was unimpeded.

When the other party saw him, there was obvious consternation on his face, as if he hadn't expected him to come to the door so soon:

"Why, why are you here...?"

After confirming that there was no third party in the office, Accelerator locked the door and naturally sat on the chair opposite Nishimura Haruto: "In case you forget, let me talk about the three things I promised to help you before." Make an agreement?"

Nishimura Haruto sat on the office chair and swallowed nervously.

Accelerator asked:

"Okay. First—"

"No, not giving any information about you to the police."

"second."

"Do not inquire about any other partner's news."

Accelerator smiled: "Third."

"...not to inflict senseless death...on irrelevant ordinary people."

"Because you admitted to me back then that you would definitely abide by these three principles, I will provide you with the medicine to poison and the medicine to keep your color clear, right?" Spread out in front of people: "But what did you do?"

"This...isn't it irrelevant?" The man who was questioned broke out in a cold sweat: "Think about it, those people are all cancer patients who are terminally ill, right? Living like this will only take up society's resources. Help them get out of this world! No, so I've done a good thing, right?"

"That seems to be the case."

Accelerator showed a suddenly realized expression, but this expression only stayed on his face for a few seconds, and then suddenly disappeared like a completely cleared canvas:

"But, do these people have any deep hatred against you?"

Haruto Nishimura couldn't move with the stern and cold eyes like a jackal, while Accelerator, who unconsciously exuded the terrifying coercion of a god of death, completely ignored the shivering appearance of the other party like a mouse, stood up from his seat, walked to Behind Haruto Nishimura, he gently put his hands on the man's shoulders: "And, the death of that nurse was also caused by your hands?"

When the other party touched his shoulder, he shuddered. Although he was extremely reluctant, Haruto Nishimura, who could only rely on the other party to ensure a clear look, replied truthfully: "...Yes."

"What a fool."

He heard the young man behind him sigh, the hands on his shoulders suddenly turned into two icy pythons, circled around his neck, then tightened suddenly, his breath was taken away in an instant, and his blood frantically The saliva that was too late to swallow flowed down the corner of the mouth, and the tinnitus rang through the brain. I wanted to struggle but found that my hands and feet became weak, and I wanted to call for help but I could only open and close my lips uselessly.

"No way, I can't keep you."

Whispers sounded as gentle as one would treat a lover.

"There's no need to struggle. It'll be over soon."

He spoke words of comfort to his soon-to-be-hanged prey.

Nishimura Haruto's hands and feet gradually lost the strength to swing and kick, and they slowly fell down. He used his last strength to turn his eyeballs up, trying to imprint the last scene in front of him deeply in his brain .

"Good night."

What a sight it was.

Haruto Nishimura's brain, which was overly hypoxic, could only see the white devil opening its mouth full of fangs to him, and the blood-red pupils reflected not himself, but hell.

Another 3 minutes after Haruto Nishimura's death, Accelerator let go of his arm. He carefully confirmed that the man had completely died, and skillfully cut off the man's eyelids with a scalpel, and wrapped the rope he brought around. On the man's neck, and then lifted Nishimura Haruto's body to the window edge, maintaining a posture that would fall but would not fall immediately, Accelerator pulled the rope all the way to the door, and wrapped it around the automatic window with a thinner thread. Between the locking device and the rope, after finishing all this, he gently closed the door.

The corpse on the window edge fell from its original position due to gravity, pulling the thin wire to close the lock inside the door.

Hearing the sound of the anchor bolt being pulled, Accelerator tidied up his clothes and hat in satisfaction, then turned and left.

The blood words had already been prepared in advance, and the next thing to do was wait for the policemen to violently knock the gate open, and the ropes and silk threads that had already withstood the strong falling force would break, sending Haruto Nishimura to the execution ground he deserved.

Accelerator quietly blended into the chaotic crowd around him.

The police arrived faster than I expected, and everyone looked nervous.

Shouts of surprise came out of the room where the door-breaking self-supporting machine was making a huge roar. Accelerator was watching all this from a distance, and a keen executive seemed to have discovered his existence.

Accelerator didn't panic, he took out the bloody scalpel in his pocket, smiled and gestured to the executive officer who noticed something different, then turned around and walked into the crowd of onlookers.

"Hey! Stop—!"

There was a scolding sound from behind.

The prey is hooked.

Hunter smiled quietly.

-

"Even if we use each other, can I stand by the teacher's side?"

In the shadow of August, where the sun that can burn people seems to be out of reach, a young man named Seiya Kitahara said this to Accelerator.

At that time, lying at his feet was the executive officer who had been dragged all the way here after being strangled, as if offering a sacrifice to win the favor of the devil.

"Why? You should know that I don't waste time on useless people, and I don't breed tigers."

Accelerator, who used a baseball cap and loose clothes to hide his conspicuous features, asked rhetorically.

"Because I feel like the teacher is the same alien as I am, we're both outcasts."

"By whom?"

"The most trusted person."

Accelerator did not answer.

"Is this a tacit consent?" The boy asked with a smile without feeling that he was being left out.

The silence lasted for a while, and Accelerator tilted his head:

"Why do you call me teacher?"

"Because the teacher is the teacher." The young man stretched out his hands and made a viewfinder frame to enclose Accelerator, and said, "It doesn't seem right to describe it as admiring, but I have an intuition that I can probably learn by the teacher's side." How to treat the world. Are you satisfied with this reason?"

"There will be nothing here, go back."

"No."

What Yifang Accelerator never said was that at that time he had secretly planned nearly ten ways to break the neck of the boy in front of him, but the other party probably also prepared a knife in his sleeve or pocket to cut himself off. throat.

Such is the relationship between them.

But in the end, Accelerator still showed three fingers:

"Three conditions."

"What?" Beiyuan Sheng was still laughing.

"One. Don't tell the police anything about me."

"I won't talk about it. Even if I die, I won't reveal a word to the police."

"Two. Don't inquire about other partners."

"I'm not interested in other people's lives."

"Three. Don't impose unnecessary death on ordinary people who have nothing to do with themselves. If you can do it, stay. If you can't do it—"

"You will kill me at any time, right?" Beiyuan Sheng also tilted his head imitating the action of Accelerator: "I accept, everything you say, I accept."

After finishing speaking, he kicked the executive officer who showed signs of awakening:

"How to deal with this?"

"take away."

"You really know how to use people."

"Since it's your choice, don't complain. If it's useless, take it to the grave."

"Okay, okay, I have already learned the teacher's first lesson."

-

Accelerator helped many people in his life, but also ruined them.

He once helped women who suffered from verbal violence and discrimination from their husbands stand up to resist, helped men who were oppressed by society and lost their shelter to get revenge, and women who were imprisoned and physically and mentally traumatized regained their freedom.

Saying 'help' might seem like a glorification of his behavior, but he did give them a choice.

However, these people are ultimately victimized by their own retribution for taking the lives of others.

Accelerator couldn't remember how many people he had killed. It was as common as needing to eat regularly every morning to replenish energy. It was so common that the gushing blood, separated flesh and blood, or the empty eyes of the dead couldn't give him a deeper feeling.

He felt that those deaths spread by his own hands would eventually return to himself one day.

But retribution never came.

It was as if everything in the world had forgotten that there was such a person as him.

What is it like to be forgotten by death?

In the past, he always didn't understand, but now, he seems to understand a little bit.

Accelerator stood far away, watching the billowing smoke from the apartment building, the flames splashing and exploding from time to time, and the fleeing crowd, while the piercing long sirens, screams, and wailing were heard by his ears.

Beiyuan Sheng, who put his palms above his eyes and watched, jumped up and down like a child watching fireworks for the first time: "It really is him. It's just such a small amount of explosives that can produce such a sensational effect. Maybe tomorrow's It could make headlines, sir."

"It's time to get rid of it." Fang Accelerator murmured to himself looking at the charred corpse being carried out from the scene of the explosion.

"Do you want to deal with it? This is a talent!"

Yifang Accelerator ignored the yelling young man, called Fangchuan Kikyo, and walked into a dark alley next to the street after explaining a few demands.

"Do you want me to help? Teacher?" Beiyuan Sheng also followed behind him as usual and suggested.

Unexpectedly, Accelerator, who had never used his help in setting up the scene in the past, nodded infrequently: "Come with me."

"Accident?! What a surprise! What kind of day is today? The teacher actually asked me to—" Kitahara Shengya, who pretended to be surprised, chirped halfway, but suddenly stopped walking, and he gently said, "Ah ’, and then laughed out:

"Ah, that's right. Teacher—you want me to see the fate of the traitor with my own eyes."

Accelerator, who had already drawn a distance into the darkness, turned around and showed a cruel smile to the boy.

Kentaro Kitano as the murderer is handled perfectly.

The 40-year-old middle-aged man who was knocked down by anesthesia sat on his favorite chair, and while he was still conscious, his stomach was cut open by Accelerator with a scalpel. Organs, and then handed the surgical tools and explosives needed to the young man. The whole process was carried out in an orderly manner, as if performing a precise surgical operation.

"You are the first person I killed like this." After suturing the wound, Accelerator patted Kitano Kentaro's head as if encouraging an obedient puppy, and said sarcastically: "If those stupid policemen are a little later, You could die from blood loss or infection or complications, but if they're smart this time, you can watch your guts blow up. You can be happy."

Beiyuan Sheng also packed the tools at the scene and walked out of the room first. Accelerator dragged the fuse all the way to the door, and tied the fuse that would ignite the explosives if it broke to the handle of the door.

The last sentence of the white devil completely broke the man's psychological defense:

"If they have learned the lesson from last time, maybe you can temporarily save your life and tell them what kind of person I am, if not, you can only live with the heart and liver that have been in peace with you for more than 40 years Say goodbye to the kidneys."

Kitahara, who was carrying the kit, said, "Do you want to bet, teacher? I bet that group of policemen won't learn their lesson."

"I don't play such silly bets."

"Hey? Then does the teacher still want to be betrayed?"

Accelerator did not answer.

-

"Your good disciple really caused a lot of trouble." Fangchuan Kikyo threw the tablet in front of Accelerator: "The throat-cutting demon who was making a lot of noise in the port area has been found out, and he suppressed Nai Xing's murder case." Go on. You have to deal with the following policemen for him, right?"

Accelerator glanced coldly at the enlarged photo on the news page.

Fangchuan Kikyo sat on the edge of the table with folded arms and asked, "Your instruction?"

"looks like?"

"What are you going to do?"

"……hold on."

Accelerator stood up from the sofa and walked towards the corner of the room. A man and a woman bound here saw him coming, immediately curled up their bodies hard, and looked at him with terrified eyes.

The young man's eyes wandered between the two for a moment, then he casually reached out and grabbed the collar of the woman among them as if he thought it was troublesome, and dragged him to the next room.

Fangchuan Kikyo blocked his ears because of the woman's screams: "Are you going to start again? Please spare me and end it quickly, okay?"

The screaming stopped abruptly behind the door, as if someone strangled the neck halfway through.

What does Sanya Kitahara look like to Accelerator?

Like kittens and puppies picked up in a rainy day out of enthusiasm, like passers-by who greet each other but never get to know each other when they meet, like a useful prop, like the same end of mutually repelling magnetic poles.

Unlike those poor people who quietly disobeyed Accelerator but hoped that he would never find out, Seiya Kitahara's betrayal was blatant. He was never ashamed to admit what he had betrayed. Rather, he expected Accelerator to find out, so that This is to challenge this man's bottom line.

However, Beiyuan Sheng had obviously never received a disappointed look from Yifang Accelerator.

In other words, he was never expected.

Fang Accelerator only gave his expectations to one person in his life, a person who once lit a light for him in the dark, but suddenly disappeared.

Anyone who plucks that long-broken string ends up with meaningless cacophony.

"Teacher, do you still remember the day we first met?" In the deep rainy night, the boy held an umbrella and asked with a smile like when we first met.

Accelerator raised his head seriously and thought about it for a long time, so long that Sheng Beiyuan even thought whether he did it on purpose: "I don't remember."

"I knew it."

Upon hearing this answer, Kitahara Shengya laughed as if he was very happy.

Accelerator could feel that the boy facing him had transformed into another appearance, and his killing provided him with richer nourishment, helping him become deeper and sharper.

They have become two individuals who are completely different from each other.

Beiyuan Sheng also threw away the cheap transparent umbrella in his hand, and said in a circle in the heavy rain: "Sure enough, from the first time I saw the teacher, I found out that I must hate you. I hate the teacher. Everything, hate your arrogance, hate your self-righteous rules, hate your incomplete evil, and even hate you yourself."

The boy stopped and put his hands behind his back: "I've seen enough of this kind of house-playing jokes. You've always just talked nicely, but never thought of standing up and resisting. Your struggles, your pain, and your The loneliness is just a drama to win your own favor. Is it enough? Kill it thoroughly, no matter what kind of evil person or good person it is, as long as it is in the way, kill them all! Those who resist are slaughtered like domestic animals! You That's the kind of person you should be! So I think it's time—"

Beiyuansheng also took out a multi-purpose knife that had been sharpened from his cuff, with a frenzied brilliance in his eyes: "Let me replace everything about you—!"

The poisonous snake showed its fangs to its enemy.

Now that the matter has come to an end, Accelerator no longer needs to regret the youth's stupidity.

Because all that awaits him is death.

-

Kitahara Seiya's death may or may not have changed anything.

The blade he stabbed at Accelerator ended up in his own throat, and this once famous throat-slitter was a well-deserved death.

Because he is such an insignificant person to Accelerator, life or death can't cause any ripples.

But the young man's words before his death were still in his ears, accusing him of being meek and incompetent like a chattering demon.

Just like it is now.

A few hours ago, he was still sitting on the sofa in the base area reading a book, or taking a short nap in the dark atmosphere of the room, but now he has been driven by Yoshikawa Kikyo to wander aimlessly in the street.

He didn't even bother to use the strength to break Fangchuan Kikyo's neck casually. This 'leader' did a bit of dereliction of duty.he thinks.

Accelerator wandered without any purpose. He would change trains when he saw trains or subways, and he walked to Hibiya Park in Chiyoda Ward without knowing it. Given his current identity, which is being watched by the entire security bureau, it sounds like It's supposed to be petty thieves who openly dance ballet in front of homeowners, but whatever, the Japanese tax-funded police heads are as flashy as the dominators they hold.

The difference is that one is a human organ and the other is a machine. The same thing is that both are useless to him.

Accelerator quickly threw the low-grade cold joke he thought of up behind him.

There are not many people who come to Hibiya Park to relax at night, and it can even be said that there are very few people. People would rather spend a lot of time on virtual projections that have no entity at all than to stay one step longer for the scenery in nature. Compared with reality , It actually makes people feel a little pitiful.

Accelerator was tired, so he picked a bench near the flower bed and sat down.

Not long after, a girl came from a distance. She had short brown hair, one side of her bangs was pinned behind her ears with a silver hairpin, she was wearing a student uniform from a prestigious school, and she was carrying a schoolbag. Tears were streaming down her pretty face. Very sad look.

She walked to the blooming rose flower bed, stopped, and silently wiped the tears on her cheeks.

The demon seized the initiative in his mind at just the right time, mocking his cowardice and passivity.

Maybe it's not accurate to say this, instead of blaming the illusory demons for his mistakes, it's better to say that Fang Accelerator himself is so eager to kill, whether it's a wicked person or a good person, he just longs to see the desperate faces and faces of others. Just gushing blood.

His true nature lurks behind that human face and sharpens his minions, but now, it's just completely exposed.

Accelerator can no longer remember what he did in the past, and how he cheated a strange girl's trust. Everything happened like the only simple image left in his brain——

He met her, killed her, and abandoned her.

There is no difference between killing a good person and killing a bad person.

They will also lose consciousness due to lack of oxygen for up to 3 minutes, and their skin can also be easily pierced by a blade, and even the blood that flows out is the same red.

Accelerator was just tired.

It was not until a long time, a long time later that Accelerator found out that the dead girl was Misaka Mie. Back then, she liked a funny mascot called 'Gua Tai', and in about half a year, she would walk on her own, gorgeous Colorful life.

He chose the red rose flower bed where he had first met.

It was raining heavily that day, and the withered petals adorned the girl's appearance just right.

After finishing everything, Accelerator walked down the flower bed, thinking about the future aimlessly, and walked towards the pebble road full of puddles.

Then--

he and him,

Two people who have been apart for a long time,

Reunited in the most incongruous of scenarios.

-

At 3:48 in the morning, Accelerator woke up from a cloudy dream.

The room was pitch black, the broken faucet in the bathroom was dripping water, and the light from somewhere was flickering in the corner like the eyes of some kind of creature.

The cold air in the middle of the night made him shiver in cold sweat, and then he lifted the quilt and got up to the ground.

The floor, which had been corroded by water vapor and was riddled with holes, creaked and screamed, as if it would break at any time. Accelerator groped his way to the balcony where gusts of wind howled, but he was not worried about tripping over obstacles and falling , The layout of this dilapidated and musty room has long been deeply engraved in his mind, even the number of stains in the corners of the ceiling is clear.

The cold wind at night poured in through the open windows, and the city was covered with a thin layer of white snow in the cold winter.

Accelerator stood by the window as if he had lost his senses, staring at this incomparably bustling and beautiful city with a cold atmosphere, the wind blew the curtains like crazy and floated around, and scraped off the vase on the window sill , falling to the floor with a harsh cracking sound.

Because the sound disturbed his thoughts, Accelerator grabbed the curtain in his hand in disgust, but suddenly found something on the pale, dead-like palm illuminated by the cold light.

A red, viscous, and foul-smelling liquid continuously flowed out from between the fingers.

Not just his right hand, Accelerator lowered his head in a trance——

The hand grasping the edge of the window also began to be swallowed by red.

He took a step back, and the loosened curtain was like a ghost with teeth and claws.

The girl who was tied to the operating table let out a low sob, what was he doing at that time.

He stood by the operating table, sterilizing the sharp killing tools with alcohol—scalpels, bone scissors, tweezers, hemostats, craniotomy saws, chisels... The tiny sound of glass bottles colliding with metal was suffocating.

It is said that a skilled butcher can dismember a cow in ten minutes, but no one has ever counted how long it takes to dismember a person.

Just as the dead cannot be brought back to life, when he pressed the cleaned scalpel against the girl's slender neck, everything was irreversible.

Accelerator turned on the lights in the room, stumbled towards the faucet in the bathroom, turned the water flow to the maximum, trying to wash away the glaring blood on his hands.

The transparent water in the pool was gradually stained red, but the blood on his hands showed no signs of diminishing.

Everything has been misaligned since then.

The smell of blood caused a strong desire to vomit from the stomach, but bursts of pain came from the corner of the torn mouth.

He raised his head and saw his own face in the mirror—half-length messy white hair, strange white skin under the light, slightly sunken eye sockets with red eyes hiding deep hatred and madness, and the vertical and horizontal bruises around the corners of his mouth made him Sen Bai's face was even more terrifying.

Isn't this a monster?

As if sensing the thoughts in his heart, the monster in the mirror raised the corners of his mouth complacently.

Suddenly, a creepy scream sounded in the silent room, the voice came from all directions, there were men and women, repeating, repeating, repeating as if to tear the world apart.

Everything he saw in front of him began to distort, his brain buzzed unbearably, and on the verge of mental collapse, his body had already reacted—the mirror in front of him was smashed with a punch, and layers of cracks seemed to be A huge spider web.

Clear and severe pain came from the fingers of his right hand, and his own blood flowed into every crack along the shards of glass, and dripped into the clear water along the fingertips.

The screaming died away.

In its place was an even more eerie silence.

He recalled the slightly startled and sad eyes of the man.

Accelerator covered his eyes with his blood-stained right hand, supported the edge of the sink and slowly slid to his knees, laughing silently.

Nothing can be undone.

His soul was torn into tens of thousands of pieces, each piece was blown away by the wind and lost in the black rainy night.

Accelerator once asked a question.

To those who are afraid of becoming criminals and desperately maintain their appearance and lose themselves, to those who follow others' arrangements and give up their choices and become numb, to those who are excluded from happiness and live in the bottom of hell, to those who are more than The superficial happiness is even more unfortunate than everything else.

But he finally understood.

I understood after seeing that man.

He was just unwilling.

Unwilling to be isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, unwilling to be the only one who cannot smile, unwilling to leave traces of oneself unknown.

So he went all out to ruin other people's lives.

Everyone he kills deserves a shining future that he won't have.

And he ruined it all.

Why haven't you been able to find out?

He looked at his own face reflected on the glass window, and finally asked himself a question gently.

In fact, the person who shouldn't exist the most is you, who is so ugly and humble.

-

The continuous snowy day finally cleared up, the blue sky was full of dynamic tension, and the sun shined brilliantly through the clouds, as if even the city full of feasting and feasting had been purified