"there’s nothing to worry about. I’m cured."
Russell urged, "This way is no problem-you go quickly."
He always felt that his mother was worried and leaned in. "Mom is going to class. Are you okay at home alone?" He kept asking questions over and over again.
-Can I have any questions?
I’ve played five times a dozen, and there are four people across the street with guns!
Russell even felt a little bloated.
When I heard that Delphine didn’t reply, I knew that she had probably left.
So Russell took back the chip box of the saint’s beheading again.
Is also a pool of blood, the same masked gunman body, scattered beheaded … This scene is too similar to Russell at that time some trance.
Yesterday, today’s scene overlapped before Russell’s eyes.
Russell stretched out his left hand and grasped the air. He seemed to feel the cold and stiff, and moved his knuckles slightly. He seemed to hear the creaking.
It was yesterday when the cold wind outside the cabin kept blowing and the knuckles were frozen to stiff.
At present, the dim lights in the room are periodically purplish red, but yesterday they were blown by the cold wind and cold.
Blue and red overlap to have a strange psychedelic feeling … just like wearing old-fashioned blue and red 3D glasses.
Russell lowered his head and looked at himself in a pool of blood in front of him.
I also seem to see messy white hair reflected in a pool of blood.
For a moment, Russell suddenly shivered, hung his tail, raised his pupil, and suddenly became a vertical pupil-
"-yo"
Russell was suddenly slapped on the left shoulder.
I don’t know when the bad day appeared on Russell’s right side.
"Our hero …"
On a bad day, I turned my head and looked at Russell’s face with that warm smile that has never changed. "How can I say it’s been a long time?"
"… less than a day is nothing for a long time"
Russell squinted at him and took a deep breath. "Have you been here?"
It wasn’t until the kingfisher left on a bad day that he finally appeared?
"Not all the time. I’m busy."
Bad day smiled and said, "I came in with you, but you didn’t find me. I wore a mask and stayed in the hall all the time."
Said the bad day took out a pair of smiling masks stained with blood, and made a sign to his face.
The smile pattern of the pure white mask is almost coincident with his face and smile.
"… so you were there when they hit me and shot me?"
Russell asked in a low voice, "Is that how you watched when I killed them?"
"I watched it carefully."
The bad day also replied lightly, "You can’t die."
"How do you know I can’t die?"
"You can dodge a shotgun and hit a subsonic missile with a 10-meter knife at a distance of 15 meters, and you have the high-quality psionic armed force of’ saint beheading’ … if you can be killed by such a few scum, you will die."
Bad day calmly said, "After all, I’m not here to be a nanny. If you’re really useless and not dead, maybe I’ll secretly kill you sometime."
"You really can’t chat."
Russell spat, "It’s a pity that the boat didn’t kill you. I still think you would have been blown away by the wind."
"What if you blow it away?"
Bad Day asked, "What gave you the illusion that falling to this extent could kill me?"
"… true or false? How strong are you? "
Russell has some doubts and tries to tap more information. "Did you pass the Leviathan wall?"
"We’re halfway through."
I didn’t expect the bad day to be undisguised and replied, "No, more than half, no, ten percent."
"Are you a level psionic?"
"You can also be said to be a level 9 psionic, and I am like a native tile dog."
"I see. You’re stuck there, right?"
