Why?
Little Drilling Wind hated himself for still harboring many naive thoughts after all he had experienced, still unable to deal with problems like an adult.
The lights on the fifth floor corridor ceiling flickered slightly, not only failing to provide adequate lighting but actually making the line of sight worse.
In a daze, Little Drilling Wind seemed to hear some voices, unique voices, like his own.
"Did you kill him, or did I?"
"Why didn't he shoot to kill you? His reaction must have been faster than yours because your choice upon discovering him was to shoot immediately, while he had the time to dodge the gun's muzzle. This piece of evidence alone is sufficient to prove the conclusion."
"In other words, before you pulled the trigger, he had every opportunity to pull his trigger faster than you. As long as he killed you, you wouldn't have been able to harm him at all. Why didn't he do it?"
