I fumbled around for a long time, but my ribs didn't hurt and my internal organs didn't have any strange reactions.
The brain was the key object he had protected before, because it was completely linked to the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, so there was no need to mention the importance of the brain.
This process lasted for about ten minutes. It seemed that the right side still hadn't given up on finding the source of the problem. He even took off his glasses and started looking at himself, not afraid of touching the wires on his body...
And at this moment, the system prompt came.
[Because you have been persistent (stubborn) in searching your body, and even opened your pure eyes to observe, you have finally discovered some of your own characteristics. ]
[Your vitality, or the upper limit of your heart container, looks the same as that of an ordinary person, but in fact your vitality is relatively more fragile. The damage that appears as half a red heart to others will be aggravated to 1 red heart to you. This state is a semi-constant negative passive state, and there is currently no way to remove it. ]
[Your pure eyes observed that there are two different branches coexisting in the materialized life concept in your body. One is relatively thick, flowing into you to input life force, and the other is relatively narrow, flowing outwards to output your life force reserves.]
[What these things represent is completely incomprehensible with your current knowledge of the mysterious side. You can only try to explore relevant information from the normal plot process.]
???
A question mark appeared on the head on the right.
Isn't your life your own? Do you still need to rely on external injections?
Wait a minute, is someone stealing my vitality?
The right side is a bit square, with more and more question marks in my mind, and as a result, my confidence in controlling the future is decreasing.
If the game I'm playing is like those old-time GALs with an obvious process and clear routes, I wouldn't be afraid.
But this game is different. It is clearly written in black and white in the instruction manual that "your actions represent what you will face", which clearly states that the dynamic difficulty setting exists.
The behavior of the person on the right from entering the school until now may directly affect the direction of the subsequent process. In other words, your plan to strike up a conversation may not work.
No! I shouldn't care about this now!
It seems like your life no longer belongs to you. This is what you need to pay most attention to right now.
...Could it be that I was really manipulated by someone to cut that girl into seventeen pieces?
There was no definite evidence on the right side, but he couldn't help but think about it.
But soon, he overturned this idea.
If there really is someone who can occupy your body at any time, or even stay in your body, then it means that you are controlled by someone, and that also means that your body is useful to this suspected existence.
Then when I was committing suicide before, the other party should have come out to stop me, right?
Not to mention that he didn't stop it, his suicide was so smooth.
From this perspective, the possibility of someone living inside the body should be low.
Although I still can't find any reasonable explanation for this uncontrollable impulse...
The bell rings.
After reflecting on himself for a long time, Youfang was still awakened by the bell for class.
The scene changed and time quickly jumped to the afternoon school dismissal time.
This was a good sign for Youfang, because his behavior in the early morning did not lead to any additional plot inside the school during the day, which reduced the variables a lot.
Picking up his empty schoolbag, he left the school without stopping.
Although he had obtained accurate information from Teacher Liu and time had indeed gone backwards, Youfang still wanted to see the girl with his own eyes, not for anything else, just to feel at ease.
He ran straight to the right of the 711-Eleven convenience store, blew in and out like a whirlwind, and then sat on the stone block next to the store entrance and started drinking bottled drinks like an unemployed homeless man who started drinking in broad daylight.
If the image on the right is replaced by an uncle, and the happy water in his hand is replaced by soju, then the image will be very profound.
The reason why Youfang did this was because he knew very well that his meeting with the girl was completely accidental, and it was impossible for him to make all his actions accurate to the second and exactly the same as the last time, so all he could do was to sit back and wait.
Arrive early, keep your eyes and ears open, this is the only thing you can do.
Don’t ask about the apartment. I don’t know what apartment it is or what the sixth floor is. Climb up quickly!
This is probably the most realistic portrayal of the stubborn Youfang's mood at this moment.
He is deliberately blocking certain things from his memory...
Chapter 16 First Night Tour
This behavior is actually deliberately attributed to a means of self-protection.
Youfang is now deceiving himself, his brain is deliberately blocking out the matter of the person on the sixth floor of the apartment building who was following him. After all, in many senses, it was his first murder in the game, and it was also the one he regretted the most, so he deliberately avoided thinking in that direction.
After all, he is a normal person. It is actually rare for him to get back into the game state so quickly amid such real killing. It is simply impossible for him to forget what he did before.
I guess only by seeing that girl live a normal life can the knot in Youfang's heart be truly untied.
Waiting with hope.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, one hour, two hours...
It was already dark. I bought a bottle of eye drops and started to use them, but I still didn't see the girl passing by the convenience store on my right.
Youfang was very sure that the face, which was far beyond the normal range, would definitely be the most eye-catching anywhere. If he passed by here, he would definitely not make a mistake.
It seems that it was the dynamic difficulty that caused the deviation in the plot line.
Youfang curled his lips and threw away the bottle of happy water that still had some water left after drinking it for two hours. It was unclear who he was angry with.
“…We’ll talk about this later.”
The timid right wing muttered to himself and made the decision.
In fact, if he really met such a girl, he would not know what to say to her. He was not very good at chatting her up. Usually, whenever he drove the concept maglev car in his garage, someone would take the initiative to get into the car. As a result, he had never had any real experience of chatting her up.
You can't just start by saying "Hey beautiful, I cut you into seventeen pieces in my last CD, and the cut texture is so beautiful, do you want to get to know me?" right?
But it's already 7 o'clock, and the school clubs have long ended by this time. It might be a bit difficult to go to other schools to investigate such things. Even if I go, the most I can do is go to the bathroom and chat with Hanako or something.
Now that it has come to this, I might as well go on a night out and try to kill myself. Tomorrow is a day off anyway, so I don't have to go to school and have plenty of time to investigate.
Whether it is a suspected vampire killer or a twisted killer, they always appear at night. Commercial streets and school areas are definitely dangerous at night.
But Youfang's perception of death has obviously changed.
He still felt awe, but not rejection, as if some switch deep in his heart was turned on by this death.
He checked the blood-replenishing food in his bag and touched the small knife in his jacket pocket.
The progress of this knife is the same as the previous one. I asked Amber to find it at home in the morning.
Because Youfang has already revealed many things to Qiuye, many things that might have been avoided before are now brought to the table.
Youfang didn't say that he had the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, but he just said that he needed a close-range weapon for self-defense, and then Amber took the knife.
The wooden box containing the knife looked very old, but the pattern on it was not recognizable at all. Amber had only roughly cleaned the dust on the box, and there were still fingerprints left when she pressed on the right side.
The style of the knife is also relatively old, but it is surprisingly constructed like a switchblade.
I don't know how many years it has been since it last saw the light of day, but the moment the blade popped out of the handle, it was still as smooth as new, which surprised Youfang a little.
I saw the name "Mysterious Knife" on the right side of the item to be carried, and then I realized that this knife might have the same attributes as the Demon Eye Killer, but the time has not come yet and it has not been unsealed.
Two Chinese characters are engraved on the end of the handle.
Seven nights.
It is very clear and easy to recognize. I checked it against the personal profile on the right and did not find the words "Qi Ye" appearing anywhere.
I always feel that these two words on the right may be something similar to "武静". There is no basis for this, it's just a feeling.
It looks like there is one more thing I need to check later.
In short, leaving aside other trivial matters, this knife is really easy to use. It is sharp and strong, and can even penetrate a lamp post easily. It is much more lethal than a ruler. It can be regarded as an insurance for myself. After all, I cannot guarantee that I can hit those lines accurately.
The shops selling food and drinks on the commercial street began to close one after another, but the nightlife here was just beginning.
Some people are extremely wary of the existence of killers, but more people think that they are ordinary people who never win the lottery, and such a low-probability event will never happen to them. This kind of mentality is normal in life.
It is undeniable that this idea is indeed not wrong and is also the most common idea. One can easily understand the thoughts of these NPCs without even deep analysis.
But unfortunately, he himself is a supporter of Murphy's Law. At least in most things he will be prepared for the worst outcome, not to mention that he is now very clear that he is the protagonist of the current area.
Given the protagonist's setting, it is normal for him to encounter anything, but the probability of things going bad is probably higher.
The face on the right looks a little weird under the neon lights of different colors.
Youfang, who was sitting on a bench near the fountain directly opposite the station, did not behave any differently from a few hours ago. He was still quietly observing his surroundings, but while observing, he would occasionally take off his Magic Eye Kill and look at others with his naked eyes that activated his passive ability.
After half an hour, the right side stood up.
"found it……"
Enduring a slight headache, he stared at a target he had just captured and followed it very naturally.
He was a typical office worker dressed like an ordinary employee, with an ordinary figure, an ordinary suit, and an ordinary briefcase. He looked no different from the other equally numb office workers around him.
But in the eyes of the right, this person is fundamentally different from others.
Before, Youfang observed others while trying to make himself better accustomed to the feeling after the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception were opened. Although he didn't know what this Mystic Eyes was, Youfang felt that it should be the same as physical exercise. If the body's strength increased and he became more accustomed to this pair of eyes, the opening time might be longer and the pain might be reduced to a certain extent.
In the right eye, those ordinary people passing by have many lines on their bodies, but these lines are relatively regular and there are not that many of them. The body parts divided by the lines are almost simpler geometric patterns.
After watching a lot of people, I found that they are basically the same.
Only this office worker is different!
The lines on his body were so dense that they covered his entire body like a full-body tattoo. With the magic eye activated, one couldn't even see his appearance clearly on the right because it was all covered by the lines!
If I had to describe it in one word, it would be disgusting.
But Youfang did not feel sick. At this moment, an impulse called "killing" began to slowly flow through his whole body.
The right side that still has some sanity now has only one thought.
kill him!
Chapter 17 Zombies? That's OK.
The right side feels that he is very normal, very normal.
Although the killing intent had completely dominated his entire body, his right side did not feel dominated at all.
The level of murderous intent was completely different from the previous time she encountered that girl; this time it was clearly the kind that she could control herself.
Youfang could turn around and leave now, but he didn't want to do that at all. On the contrary, he was now following this feeling to guide his thoughts and actions.
The office worker in front of him was so out of tune with all the peaceful things around him. Ever since seeing the truth revealed by his body, Youfang could no longer equate him with a normal person.
He is an alien, he is filthy, he is an individual that goes against the world and he should not exist in this world. His only rightful destination is to be torn into pieces and his ashes scattered on the earth.
The strange office worker did not notice the person following him on the right. This breath concealing technique seemed to be integrated into his blood and was completely natural. Not only him, but even his superiors could not detect it.
The office worker walked into a dark gap between the buildings, where drunk people and hooligans often hung out.
It is true that murderers are rampant, but the problem is that most ordinary people don’t know about these things, and even if they do know, most of them don’t think they will encounter such a low-probability event.
You Fang knew very well what these people were thinking, and there were indeed many people in the cracks of the building who did not take the murderer seriously.
There are 4 of them, one lying down and three standing.
The man lying on the ground weighed at least 95 kilograms, his shirt was stretched out of shape and his belt buckle had burst. There was a pile of filth on the ground that obviously came from him. He drank so much before 8 o'clock in the evening, and he was alone. There were probably two possibilities: layoff or divorce.
The fat member had a ruddy face, half-closed eyes, and leaned against the wall with his body swaying slightly. It was obvious that he had drunk so much that he had no ability to control himself.
The documents scattered at his feet had obviously fallen out of his open briefcase, and his pockets were completely turned inside out.
There was basically no need to describe the three of them. They looked like the scum of society and were cursing and kicking the drunk fat man. It was obvious that the amount of money they got was not what they expected.
"Mind your own business! Get out of here!"
Seeing someone walking in from outside with no intention of looking back, one of the scum picked up the half-length water pipe standing by the wall and threatened him viciously.
After looking at each other, the other two companions no longer cared about the fat man who had been squeezed dry of all the energy on the ground, and also came over.
One of them even deliberately showed something shiny in his hand, a small knife that was polished to a very high shine, but whose sharpness was unknown.
The office worker was not at all deterred and walked straight towards the three scumbags.
"asshole……"
The gangster, feeling that he was being looked down upon, had a fierce look in his eyes and cursed at everyone.
He took two quick steps, raised the stick in his hand and hit the office worker on the head.
