Chapter 102 For You, and For Me
The empty venue was dim and unclear, yet it was unusually bright, like the surface of water in the dark, reflecting a light that came from nowhere.
Empty, eternal... This is a closed infinite space.
"An impolite invitation." I stood there and greeted the Silent Hill owner who had not revealed his body. "The guests have arrived, but the host is unknown. This does not comply with the rules of inviting people in."
"Rules? If you are willing to follow the rules, it will be a lot easier." Polka Kakamu, wearing a candy-colored evening dress, suddenly appeared.
If it weren't for the darkness and loneliness around, and the lady in front of him was twirling a scalpel in her hand, the atmosphere would have been more lively.
"The calculations of Master Boshi cannot be violated." She said so, and then threw the scalpel out, "I give you the right to make your own judgment."
The scalpel that was about one centimeter into the ground was extremely sharp. I pulled it out and looked at it, confirming that it had no other additional functions besides being sharp.
And it is just such an ordinary scalpel that has ended countless lives.
"You're more like an assassin than a genius," I commented.
Polka Kakamu was not anxious either, and responded to my words, "A genius assassin."
This point is indeed irrefutable, otherwise the Lord of Silent Hill would not be able to stand here so peacefully after killing so many people.
It is said that she not only destroyed all her own portraits and sculptures, but also did not leave a single witness to her face during her assassination.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at her carefully.
Her long brown hair was tied with a white hairband behind her head, vaguely forming a bow shape. She looked gentle and intellectual, but her grey eyes were as icy cold as a pond under the moon.
——She only rationally judged the degree of threat and then took action.
I turned the scalpel in my hand to familiarize myself with its use, and then smiled at her, "It seems that you are determined enough to make me die here completely."
But assassins often have high offense and low defense. Polka can make geniuses die quietly in "accidents", but that doesn't mean she can solve them with force.
The formation knife could not be summoned out as I wished, so I simply grabbed the scalpel in my backhand and rushed towards Polka.
Polka was not surprised by this result, and even let out a short and sarcastic laugh.
Her figure disappeared on the spot, dodging the knife that was supposed to slash her throat, and then reappeared not far away, "I have been observing you for a long time, the future General Luofu."
Before she finished speaking, she disappeared again, and when she reappeared, she was still at a distance, "Have you never felt that you are one of the murderers who are pushing forward the end process?"
"If you can end the end, I can certainly commit suicide immediately. But your goal has never been to end the end, but to maintain a fixed result."
From this point of view alone, there is no possibility of any transaction.
I swung the scalpel again, but Polka's existence was like an illusory image. Even after it disappeared, no matter how far away it appeared, there was no difference in time.
So I stopped for a while.
"Oh? Do you realize it?" Polka flashed forward, allowing the sharp scalpel to pierce through her body, creating a circle of twisted ripples.
"You can't kill me." She took back the scalpel, held it skillfully in her hand, and then raised her hand to stab me.
I didn't dodge, I just felt the blade piercing my left shoulder blade. It is not an illusion, but a real pain.
Then I raised my hand and touched Polka's right arm holding the scalpel. It was like stirring the air. There was no other resistance.
"Did you see anything?" She withdrew the stab slightly and cut down along the wound as if dissecting a mouse.
Drops of blood rolled down the silver blade, flowed onto her pure black gloves, and finally dripped onto the ground in an indistinct puddle.
At this moment, she is real again.
"I have enough time to play cat and mouse with you, but this does not change the fact that you are the prey." She pulled out the scalpel, looked at the flesh that began to heal, raised her hand and pressed it down, "Miracle of Fertility... But how long can you endure this kind of pain?"
It was as if he had already gotten used to it, and this minor injury wasn't enough to shake him in the slightest.
Polka frowned and withdrew his hand, then summoned an image, "In that case, let's take a look at the outside world."
This image is clearly presented from the perspective of "Jing Yuan", and at the beginning of the picture is shown Fu Xuan who is still gritting his teeth and persevering.
The blood-red color in her eyes contrasted with the red at the end of her eyes, and flowed strangely in the dark blue halo of the Qiongguan Formation.
However, no one noticed either the three generals who were helping Fu Xuan with the observation or the spectators waiting around him, as Fu Xuan had his back to them.
"It is undeniable that she is also a genius." Polka praised Fu Xuan, and then said with emotion, "The sparks splashed when a genius falls are the most brilliant."
As soon as he finished speaking, the star track in Fu Xuan's hand suddenly burst out with dazzling sparks, and those floating numerology runes instantly turned into thousands of stardust.
The calculation was interrupted, and the body, which lost its support, fell into the hexagram formation like a puppet with broken strings.
However, after Jing Yuan took one look at this scene, he came to his conclusion, "This is just the exhaustion caused by the excitement."
"Of course, I didn't say she died because of this." Polka looked at the image and chuckled, and the image changed its perspective.
So, "Jing Yuan" saw himself falling to the ground due to the interruption of the calculation of the Qiongguan Formation.
He mechanically raised his head and locked his target on Fu Xuan. The formation knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slowly moved towards the target with undisguised murderous intent.
They were very close, as if the sharp blade of the formation knife would chop off their teammates' heads in the next second.
The firepower poured down at Jing Yuan's feet, but failed to stop him.
In the end, Portio let out a light sigh, changed the tranquilizer bullet, raised the gun, aimed and fired.
As if sensing the threat, Jing Yuan dodged to the side, and when he looked again, the target was protected by the pure and beautiful knight behind him.
For the current "Jing Yuan", as long as he can kill his goal, he will not pay any attention to other existences.
This state lasted for a few seconds before a spear with full force pushed him back step by step to a distance farther and farther away from the target.
The fortune teller who was guarding Fu Xuan's side took off his disguise, tightly grasped the Jiyun in his hand, and stood opposite "Jing Yuan".
"Yan Qing" quickly took Fu Xuan and retreated behind the three generals - there was no place safer than here now.
"Make way!" Bai Lu didn't have time to look at the chaotic battlefield. She immediately ran over to check Fu Xuan's condition and prepare to prescribe the right medicine.
"No need to be so troublesome." Zhou Ri walked up to them and asked Bai Lu for instructions, "Leave it to me."
"Leave it to you?" Bai Lu subconsciously looked at Jing Yuan, but got a comforting nod, "Okay then."
However, the focus of the video was on "Jing Yuan" at this time, so Polka didn't see them comforting and treating Fu Xuan as if they had expected it.
"That person's name is Dan Heng, right?" Polka asked pretentiously, "Do you think he will be the first, or will you be the first?"
After saying that, she shook her head and denied it, "Of course not."
"You gathered people here in advance to protect yourself, so you will be suppressed and Dan Heng will not be in any danger."
"However, your loss of control is an irreversible fact. How do you think you will be dealt with? Will all the information you brought be of any use?"
She asked a series of questions, but fundamentally, she didn't care about the answer.
She loosened her grip and let the blood-stained scalpel fall to the ground. "The time is just right. Now, I can go."
This sounds like the time has been delayed enough, so the goal has been achieved and they can leave.
But… “Unfortunately, you can’t leave.”
The figure that had begun to fade away suddenly solidified, and the space here turned into an invisible cage, which not only prevented Jing Yuan from leaving, but also imprisoned Polka here.
Polka suddenly realized Jing Yuan's current state and asked, "You already knew where this place is?"
It's a question, but also an affirmative tone.
"After all, I come from the future?" He chuckled, and his response seemed particularly perfunctory, but what he was thinking in his heart was extremely cautious.
Whether it is recorded in documents or recalled in memories, the profile of Polka shows that she is not a person who likes to kill people. On the contrary, she is clean, neat and decisive when she takes action.
She asked me to commit suicide at the beginning, and then deliberately showed her cruel side, just to pave the way for what she said later: "the time is just right."
So that I would think she made this request on purpose to delay time.
If I knew nothing, after she left and I found that I still couldn't leave this space, I would definitely think that suicide was the real way to escape.
That is why Polka misled myself from the very beginning, wanting me to be trapped in my own web. Only after being trapped for so long did I realize that I could easily leave this place by committing suicide.
However, Polka's series of actions from the beginning to the end were nothing more than an attack on the heart. In fact, this was her ultimate goal.
After all, this is a space of consciousness. As long as the act of self-suicide exists, consciousness will never wake up again, just like the "Yan Qing" I saw in my memory.
This is also the reason why Polka left the scalpel at the end.
This is the convenience brought by intelligence and memory.
"In consciousness, one's own state is of course determined by oneself." I raised my hand and brushed across my shoulder. With just a thought, the wound that was still healing disappeared.
Polka also realized something from this behavior, "So, you have been pretending to be ignorant from the beginning."
This was still an affirmative statement, so I didn't respond, but just went on to say, "If I wasn't aware, you could have left. Unfortunately, you came to my consciousness space in order to make me kill my own consciousness."
"So, here, I am the one who controls everything."
In a single thought, her conscious body began to be twisted, squeezed, and torn apart... Her figure gradually lost its human form, and she let out an uncontrollable scream.
"Just like you said: You can't kill me, but how long can you endure such pain?" I sat cross-legged on the ground, wiped the blood off the scalpel, and turned it on my fingertips boredly. "When you tricked "Yan Qing" into committing suicide, did you ever think about such a day? ”
The distorted tone turned Polka's words into intermittent, incomprehensible gibberish, "You... consciousness... is equal..."
"I really don't understand you at all." I held the blade of the scalpel, looked at the blood on my palm and said happily, "But it doesn't matter, I'm not here to listen to you anyway. After all, you won't apologize to him, and you won't repent for the dead souls."
"I made sufficient preparations outside so that I could have enough time for you to feel this pain with me."
"This is a warning, for you and for me."
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