为什么我要在深夜冒险前往邪教徒的据点?目的是通过调查据点来获取情报,在目前的困境中寻找突破口.现在,我已经获得了我想要的情报,顺便说一句,我通过摧毁这个据点完成了神秘人物短信中的指示.
当然,严格来说,我只是拔掉了隐藏在要塞中的仪式节点.
按照魁梧男子所说,只要拆除五个仪式节点中的三个,然后摧毁最后的仪式核心,就可以打乱仪式,拯救海狸城.老实说,我不相信那个魁梧的男人.从位置的角度来看,他是所有海狸城幸存者的对手,包括我和青叶.敌人泄露的情报可信吗?即使说他如此自信,认为自己绝对能打败我,因此认为随便透露这么关键的情报也没关系,但似乎还是相当牵强.我认为他向我透露情报的原因是出于某种我不知道的概念.无论他持有什么观念,都很难想象这是仁慈的.
然而,唯一可以作为突破口打开局面的情报就是这个.如果我完全无视他透露的情报,我不知道下一步该如何进行.而且,神秘人物给我们的短信指令也是要摧毁据点,这与那个魁梧男子诱导我做的事情是一致的.
要是此时有人头脑敏锐就好了.
也许青叶比我聪明,但是...也许是因为她的外表和性格.我觉得青叶相当不可靠.我愿意相信她的性格,但我不禁对她的能力产生了怀疑.我也知道,这是我对一个娇嫩女孩的固有偏见.我知道这一点,所以接下来,我将把我获得的情报传达给青叶,看看她是否能得出更好的结论.
在思考下一步的时候,我跳过建筑物的屋顶,冲向雪穗的别墅.
从体育馆据点的篝火中拔出的铁剑还在我手里.因为已经离开了炙热的篝火,被凉爽的晚风吹拂了一会儿,铁剑的刀刃已经冷却了一半以上.从刚被拔出时的火红,逐渐冷却成简单的深黑色.
我想,这把铁剑虽然看起来制作粗糙,但既然它是一个仪式节点或者一个节点的主要组成部分,那么它可能有一些我还没有发现的特殊品质.因此,我一直把它拿在手里,不打算丢弃它.
一个小时后,我回到别墅的屋顶,通过天窗进入阁楼.
阁楼上还亮着灯,青叶在角落里等着.她穿着浅紫色的棉质睡衣,坐在一把带靠背的木椅上,已经半睡半醒了.
我回来时的骚动把她惊醒了.
"啊,宁海!"青叶看着我,脸上满是惊讶."你回来了!"
"我回来了."我看着她."你一直在这儿等着吗?"
"嗯嗯."青叶用力地点点头."我一直都在担心你,担心你不会回来...你没事真好.
所以她一直都在担心我.听到她这么说,我其实有点感动——嗯,不仅仅是一点点,而是...直接说出来真的很尴尬.这其实是我第一次被亲戚以外的人担心我的安全.她在我面前直截了当地说"我很担心你".尽管青叶是我只认识很短时间的人,但我仍然很感动.顺便说一句,青叶是一个非常可爱的女孩这一事实也是一个特别重要的优点.
However, come to think of it, considering that I am an important combat force, if I were lost, Aoba's situation would also become precarious. Therefore, the reason she worried about me can also be explained from a self-interested perspective... Sometimes I really loathe my unromantic mind.
"Let's go back to sleep first." I said. "If you stay like this any longer, you'll catch a cold."
"Okay, I know." Aoba nodded.
We walked down the stairs to the second floor.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of running water coming from the first floor. Someone was taking a shower.
"Is Yukio down there?" I asked Aoba.
"Yes, she just woke up." Aoba answered my question.
Since Yukio goes to bed very early, it's not strange for her to get up in the middle of the night.
"That, Ninghai..." Aoba looked at my right hand. "I've been very curious since earlier... What is this?"
She was referring to the iron sword in my hand.
"This?" I lifted it. "It's kind of... a spoil of war? Explaining from the beginning is a bit cumbersome. It's very late now. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Hearing me say that, Aoba temporarily suppressed her curiosity.
Then, we returned to our respective rooms.
I placed the iron sword in the corner and then lay down on the bed.
The sound of the shower downstairs reached my ears again.
I had engaged in intense exercise before and was sweating. Why not take a bath before going to sleep?
I got up from the bed and rummaged through the closet. I found a red men's plaid shirt.
This should be Mr. Miwa's clothes. It's not proper for me to wear it without permission. However, I don't have any other clothes to change into. After Yukio finishes taking a shower and comes out, I'll tell her about it. If she permits it, that would be great. If not... Then I'll go out again and find a clothing store and just take one randomly from inside.
Nowadays, Beaver City is full of such stores without shopkeepers.
I sat on the bed and waited.
Forty minutes passed... The sound of the shower on the first floor still hadn't ceased.
Do girls always take so much time when taking a shower? Although I've heard that girls take a long time to take a shower, but is it really so time-consuming?
I waited for a while longer.
The sound of the shower still hadn't ceased.
I had no choice but to go downstairs and walk to the bathroom door from where the sound of the shower was coming. I knocked on the door.
"Yukio?" I called out.
There was no response from inside.
"Can I borrow Mr. Miwa's clothes? I want to take a bath, but I don't have any other clothes to change into." I asked.
There was still no response from inside, only the sound of the shower.
Strange, why doesn't she speak?
I thought for three seconds and suddenly had a terrifying thought—could she have committed suicide?
This hypothesis is not impossible.
Ever since Mr. Miwa turned into a patient who doesn't recognize his relatives, Yukio's psychological state has been on the verge of collapse. Even I can see this. After experiencing two major setbacks of failing to find the specific medicine and failing to leave Beaver City, her psychological state is even more concerning. Suppose... I mean suppose. Suppose she has developed a world-weary mood as a result, feels despair for the world and herself, and has the thought of suicide...
I can't deny this possibility in any way.
Thinking of this, I slapped the bathroom door hard.
"Yukio!" I shouted.
There was still no response from inside.
"Yukio! Are you in there? If you are, answer me!"
After shouting, I waited for a few more seconds, but still didn't get an answer.
The bathroom door was locked. To open it, it had to be forcibly broken. Now is not the time to be cautious. I used my telekinetic power to forcibly break the lock and then entered the steamy bathroom.
Then, I saw Yukio.
Yukio was standing under the shower with her back to me, completely naked. Her snow-white skin was exposed. Hot water poured down from above, following the beautiful lines of her back all the way down.
For a moment, I was very embarrassed... I thought she had committed suicide, so I barged in, but it was all my misunderstanding.
But in the next moment, I realized something was wrong.
I had already barged in, but she didn't react immediately. Instead, she stood silently under the shower, accepting the pouring hot water without saying a word.
This abnormal silence was too familiar to me.
Yukio slowly turned around and faced me.
Her jet-black long hair was wetly draped over her round shoulders. Hot water flowed down her face like tears, passed her slender neck, gathered at her delicate collarbone, flowed down between her perky breasts, passed her flat abdomen, passed through her cute belly button, passed through her tight and elastic long legs, and finally reached her small and delicate bare feet before falling onto the floor full of trickling water.
"Yukio..." I looked at her.
She also looked at me, coldly, with those bright red eyes devoid of any emotional color.
"I didn't expect you to become a patient too." I said.
In today's Beaver City, anyone anywhere could be infected with pink eye and fall ill. Whether it's me, Aoba, or Yukio, no one is an exception. If there must be an exception, it would be the cult members who planned this disaster. I have never forgotten this point. I just didn't expect this to happen so suddenly.
Yukio took a step with her long legs and walked towards me.
Naked, she looked so beautiful. The hazy atmosphere was even more alluring. Even her red eyes seemed to be emitting a seductive and deadly charm. She walked towards me step by step, as if throwing herself into my arms, giving rise to countless fantasies.
I raised my right hand and used my telekinetic power to halt her advance.
She immediately couldn't move.
I looked at her, at her cold eyes, at her enchanting figure, at her helpless state under my telekinetic power. A terrifying thought rose in my heart.
Why not...
Why not just confine her.
I won't kill her or abandon her. I will feed her regularly, raise her like a pet, make her my toy, my puppet at my mercy. From now on, always and always—
There's nothing wrong with this, is there?
Pink eye is incurable. Patients will be like this for the rest of their lives. Even Yukio will remain like this in the future. She won't remember who she originally was and can only act according to instinct. She is a patient, so she will definitely try to kill me, but it doesn't matter. After all, I am a superpowered being. I won't be harmed by her. Whenever I want to do something, I can suppress her with my telekinetic power. Then I can do whatever I want. Everything will be as I wish and at my whim.
When I'm hungry or thirsty, I can go to the search for food in the supermarket. When I want, I can make use of Yukio. When in danger, I can utilize my superpower to settle everything.
Is there anything wrong with this? I am the powerful one. I have potent strength. If I want something, I can just take it by force.
Yes, even Aoba, I can take her too.
Don't I especially like Aoba? In the car, we sat side by side in the passenger seat, our bodies in close contact. Didn't I have any lascivious thoughts? Let's make a decision here. As long as I want, I can put an iron chain around Yukio's snow-white neck right now, find a place to cuff her, and then go to the second floor and violate Aoba. These are not delusions. They are all things within my reach. As long as I want, as long as I make a decision—
I made a decision.
Ten seconds later, Yukio fainted and fell to the ground.
Fifteen seconds later, I left the bathroom.
Twenty-nine seconds later, I came to the second floor and stood in front of Aoba's room.
Forty seconds later, I knocked on the door panel.
Fifty-one seconds later, Aoba's voice came from the other side of the door: "Ninghai? Yukio? Wait a moment... I'll open the door soon."
Sixty seconds later, Aoba, wearing cotton pajamas, opened the door.
"Ninghai? What's the matter?" She asked in confusion.
"Well, there's something." I said. "Yukio has fallen ill."
"Eh?" Aoba showed a frightened expression. "Yukio she..."
"I choked her until she fainted. Now she's in the the bathroom." I said.
Aoba immediately ran out.
"Wait, Aoba." I called out to her.
Aoba looked back in confusion.
"I'm sorry." I said.
Aoba was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why are you suddenly saying sorry?"
"Nothing... Just saying it. Although that kind of thing will definitely not happen, but if I don't apologize to you once, I will feel uncomfortable." I slowly uttered these words.
Aoba looked at me with a puzzled expression, as if three question marks had popped up on her head.