Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1868: Final song

"You should also understand," Inmaru Tsugumi said slowly, "If you want to escape...it's not just a matter of who gets up first."

Costine snorted lowly from his nose, like a note or a question mark.

They both want to kill each other, but now they realize that they may not be able to kill each other. The remaining question is how they can cooperate with each other to escape - or, in other words, how can they believe that the other party is indeed cooperating with them.

"Whether the person who goes up first can survive depends on whether the people below can keep an eye on the darkness for him..." Inmaru Tsugumi said in a low voice: "After the first person goes up, whether the second person can A successful climb up depends on the people in the escape tunnel doing the same thing."

She laughed lazily. "Can you trust me? Sometimes, I don't even believe in myself."

Inmaruji felt that she had not finished her words - he did not want her to live, but he wanted her to say a few more words.

"My desires, my goals, my life... those things that I think I want, how do I know that someone is not telling me in my ears every night?" Constantine said softly, "They say that when people are sleeping, their subconscious mind is more receptive to suggestions."

If she hadn't been looking motionlessly at the darkness ahead, he would have almost thought that she had forgotten the current situation.

"I never let people know where I sleep." Inmaruji laughed.

"Me too. But, there is also myself... When I am about to wake up every day, I have to kill all the people who appear in my dreams... to prevent them from following me during the day."

What a coincidence... Inumaruji was no stranger to the feeling of waking up from a pool of blood.

The people killed before waking up from the dream will stir and float again in the darkness of the night; tonight is actually no different from any previous night.

Maybe he is also dreaming now before meeting this woman.

He can't let this woman follow him during the day.

...I guess Constantine had the same idea, right?

"We don't need to trust each other," Inmaruji said, sweeping away the debris on the table with his toes, and only took one step closer to her, almost touching her shoulder. "We just need to keep each other close."

"What do you mean..." Konstinai clearly had no flesh injuries, but when he spoke, it seemed as if a thick **** smell blew past his ears. "As long as we stay close enough, we don't have to worry about the other person turning his eyes away?"

Exactly like this - when they are close to each other, it only takes one person's gaze to stop the darkness from advancing; if you want to protect yourself, you can't attack the other person.

"I don't mind." Constantine's voice became a little hoarse, "The question is...do you dare to hug me?"

Inmaruji licked his dry and cracked lips. He hadn't had a drink tonight since rising from the club table; until now, he felt the dryness of desire in his throat.

"No need,"

He pretended not to hear Constantine's drawn-out, disappointed "Oh." He reached out and took off his belt, handed the other end of the belt to her, and said, "Tie your arms with it."

He could feel that her hand was holding the belt, and every turn and caress of it between her fingers was transmitted to his hand through the belt. He couldn't turn his head to look, he could only keep staring at the rolling darkness in front of him.

"Before I tie it on... I want to ask, who should go up first?"

"I'll do it." Inmaruji suppressed a gasp and said, "I'm tired of seeing this darkness."

"Then you can't tie it around your arm," said Constantine with a smile. "You tie it around your neck."

"Why?"

While he was asking questions, he had already withdrawn the belt and wrapped it around his neck almost meekly.

"Although this passage is for escape, I also installed an escalator to facilitate climbing... But it is still essentially a ventilation duct after all. After you climb up, if you shrink your head, I will be below. There is nothing we can do."

She said as if sighing or teasingly: "When I pull you, you have to stick your head out so that I can feel relieved, right?"

When the black belt buckle needle passed through the hole and was tightened under his Adam's apple, Constantine's voice seemed to come from a dream.

"Good dog."

Inmaruji couldn't hold back, grabbed her arm, put the other end of the belt around her wrist, and tied it firmly into her skin - although he didn't even look at her, he exerted a strong force on his hand. , as if to cut off her blood, causing Constantine's voice to tremble with pain.

"There's no need to tie a knot," she stroked the belt on her wrist and asked with a smile, "Are you relieved now?"

Inmaruji took a deep breath, and his eyes slowly moved up from the darkness; as he raised his head, his eyes finally completely broke away from the darkness, and fell on a dark square exit on the ceiling. superior.

The belt buckle was pressed under his Adam's apple, falling with his breathing.

He turned his eyes from the escape hatch and landed on the side of Constantine's face, half of which was light and half of which was abyss.

She was looking at the darkness in the dressing room - she didn't turn her head and let the darkness sweep up and swallow them both, which actually made him vaguely surprised.

Inmaruji stretched out his arm, and sure enough he touched the handle of the simple ladder from the edge of the exit.

"I'm going to pull the ladder down," he warned, watching as Constantine quietly took a step towards the edge of the dressing table. One of her narrow and thin feet was placed outside the table, and her toes were spinning in circles, as if she was tempting the darkness to pounce on her, as if she was tempting him to reach out and push her down.

It took Inmaru Tsugata some willpower to turn his head and pull down the simple ladder.

He endured the pain in his leg and quickly climbed up the escape hatch; due to the length restriction of the belt, Constantine retreated to the ladder and raised his wrist into the air.

With great difficulty, Inmaruji managed to turn around in the narrow escape hatch.

"It's my turn now?" She looked at the darkness in the room and clutched the belt tightly. "Don't make me wait too long, or I'll pull you off when I think you're about to take off your belt."

Inmaruji did not touch the belt around his neck. The slightest touch could spread to her skin.

He lay in the passage, peered out of the escape hatch, looked at the darkness in the room, and whispered: "Come up here, I'll keep an eye on it for you."

Constiny seemed to hesitate for a moment. He still did not move his eyes from the darkness for a while, but just groped and grabbed the simple ladder.

"When I was eight or nine years old, I lived in a big house in the suburbs. There was an attic in that big house, and you also had to pull down the attic stairs to climb in. It was a bit like this simple ladder, but it was heavier and more reliable. Much more."

Inmaruji realized that this was the first time in his life that he felt so peaceful and calm when talking about that big house.

Constiny kept turning his head to look into the darkness, so his movements naturally slowed down a lot.

"Once, when he was busy attacking several other adopted brothers and sisters, I escaped quietly because I was the smallest." Inmaru Tsugumi stared into the darkness and said, "I can't get out. house, so he hid it in the attic. He soon discovered it...so he pulled down the attic stairs and climbed up toward me like you are now."

Constiny turned his head slightly, then stopped, his eyes still fixed on the darkness. She clutched the belt and asked dumbly: "What then?"

"I still remember those bulging eyeballs when he was about to catch me." Inmaru Tsugumi sighed, and in the darkness, his fingers slowly touched the hinges of the simple ladder. Even at an early age, he knew how to take apart hinges and hubs. "I also remember his expression when he fell."

The hinge has been opened to a crack. As long as he pushes hard, Constantine's weight will complete the remaining half of the work for him and completely pull the simple ladder out; when the time comes, she will be with him Just like that, he fell backwards along with the loose escalator and fell into the darkness.

Don't turn your eyes away when you fall.

"I didn't know it at the time, but there were several tools on the ground that he was going to use on me. When he fell, they hit the back of his head. That was the first time in my life that I had to kill someone. The person I want to kill is also the person I want to kill. That feeling of satisfaction... If anyone can understand it, it must be you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Inmaruji pushed away the simple ladder.

Although the knot on her hand is tight, it is not a dead knot. As long as he pulls hard, the belt knot will slide smoothly; and the force of pushing down the simple ladder is enough.

Unexpectedly, Constantine may have been wary, or she was agile and did not fall to the ground along with the simple ladder - but she is a normal human being after all, and she will not fall to the ground when she falls without weight. Maybe she kept her eyes still; when she barely sat still against the mirror, the darkness had already reached the dressing table, and it only stopped when it came to her face.

If it were her, maybe she could still find a way out of such a desperate situation?

Inmaruji hopes that she will die here, and he also hopes that she can float again from his own night tomorrow. As long as she looks at the darkness carefully, before it reaches out its hand, maybe she can——

Constiny suddenly raised his head.

In the room filled with dark mist and dim light, their eyes met.

Inmaruji was stunned.

"I'm tired of seeing this darkness too," Constantine looked at him almost happily, almost greedily, and laughed.

She raised her hand and stroked her hair as a gesture.

Inmaruji understood.

He put his hand into his hair, and pushed the black hair back against his head with his own sticky, wet blood.

"I want to see what I want to see." Her body below her chest disappeared, and her eyes, which were deeply sunk in the shadow of her brow bone and light blue eye circles, were now as bright as diamonds in the flesh and blood of a wound. "You still look better like this, don't you?"

...In case the darkness would climb up from the escape hatch, Inmaruji faced the escape hatch~IndoMTL.com~ and crawled backwards little by little.

Everything was over; five seconds had passed since the darkness enveloped her, and Constantine disappeared into the night together with the people in the nightmare.

As long as you keep walking, there is the City of Freedom outside.

A place that may be about to be swallowed up by darkness, and there is no point in escaping there.

Inmaruji didn’t know when he stopped. When he realized it, he was already crawling towards the escape hatch again.

He couldn't see Costinette, but he could still vaguely hear her humming.

Is it an illusion?

“Un-breakmyheart, sayyoulovemeagain…withoutyou, Ijustcan’tgoon…”

Because there was no simple ladder, he half-jumped and half-tumbled down, and was instantly enveloped in gentle darkness. The place where Constantine was sitting just now seemed empty, and it seemed that it was because his body had lost consciousness.

He never hesitates to achieve his goals.

Inmaruji had only one wish at this time.

Constiné, look at me again.

I read a comment before that I didn’t want anyone to die, so both of them died (). UnbreakmyHeart is an old song, from the early 2000s, but it still sounds good. When I write something with care, I feel like a piece of it has been dug out after I finish it. This feeling has happened many times in the apocalypse. When the ending comes, I will have nothing left, and I will float away without a tether.

Anyway, these two people are of a different kind in the apocalypse... You might say it's love, but it doesn't seem to be the case; human emotions are too rich and complex, and every bit of light and shadow brings a new shade. I think it's very interesting to explore. interesting. Reject flat generalization, start with me ()

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