Chapter 106
粲り回しの中
In the endless cycle
Today's Servant Stillbreathing
I have survived till now
——Quoted from -Untitledworld-ReoNa
-1-
The Black Banshee lost a puppy.
The puppy died tragically in the snow and was broken into pieces by the knife.
A neutral evil spirit began to frantically seek the prisoner's shelter.
——One week and three days later, system time, all this happened.
-2-
The Black Banshee's madness seemed to be over.
For three whole days, no evil spirits were turned into meat paste, and no world collapsed.
The [doomsday] of the evil spirits seemed to be over.
…But the fear left by the Black Banshee did not subside.
Resentment, fear, annoyance, anger...
More things swelled up within the evil spirits. These beings, who had always played with life, now experienced the feeling of being played with—
No, it can't even be said to be "playing with" them. The black banshee just crushed them into fine powder with ease. She didn't look at any evil spirits, as if they were just dust on the road that would dirty her paws.
-3-
That dark banshee.
——She was just relying on her racial characteristics as a banshee to act willfully and mischievously!
She needed to be taught a lesson, she needed to be punished, her flesh and blood, which contained great power, should be swallowed by them - so that they too could become extremely powerful -
So, when the slogan of "How to Kill the Banshee" became louder, an organization that intended to kill the Banshee came into view -
Greedy evil spirits swarmed in.
Like a bee following a flower.
-4-
The [Eternal Life Prison] fades into obscurity, the [Eternal Life Society] rises in fame, and the [Eternal Life Game] is officially launched among humans...
Evil spirits flocked to the banner of "Kill the Banshee," and power flowed into the warden's hands.
Unprecedented expansion...unprecedented power.
No one doesn't like to be powerful.
He walked across the corridor and down the stairs, his back straight.
Several female evil spirits who were gathered not far away and discussing something suddenly became quiet at the same time, and gave him giggles or ambiguous and sticky looks.
The warden didn't look back.
He was used to it and even a little impatient.
-5-
The unprecedentedly rapid expansion of the Eternal Life Society in recent days has also brought about a number of negative effects:
There were always strange faces blocking his way, ignorant idiots trying to tell him about "great ideas for chopping that banshee into pieces"... but that was fine.
The most annoying thing is that there are always new female evil spirits who bump into him recklessly - before they understand his rules.
The warden's "rules" are actually very easy to find out.
Only women with dark hair and dark eyes have ever slept in his bed.
All of those women have petite and cute heights, beautiful and mature curves... and neat bangs on their foreheads.
Any female evil spirit with a little power can transform into an appearance that satisfies him, and the warden's rules are not too harsh.
——So he didn't look back, because none of the female evil spirits were smart enough to transform into black hair.
-6-
To be fair, the leader of the Eternal Life Society and the sole administrator of the Eternal Life Prison - the warden is not an ordinary man.
He possessed strength, wealth, power, a fairly intelligent mind, a somewhat stubborn personality, a tall and sturdy figure, and—
A face that can be called "handsome".
Although Miss M later described him as "ugly", this was undoubtedly very subjective.
This was someone who thought "ugly scarlet eyes" were as beautiful as maple leaves. Her aesthetic was anything but objective.
-7-
Let me put it this way: before he turned into a ghost and was completely twisted, the warden tried his best to suppress all his malice and pretended to be the most considerate and gentle person in an attempt to get close to M. He was once included in W's list of "sister's potential blind dates."
Yes, he was the suitor who had the honor of having a formal blind date with M when W was alive.
In order to appease her sister, M swallowed her anger and went to sit in the teahouse, and did not get angry or leave for a full three minutes.
-8-
Although she left in the fourth minute, she waved her hand in disgust, threw the coins on the table, and threatened "not to tell my sister."
M didn't even allow him to pay for his tea.
"Pay my bill" is a benefit that must be obtained with Miss M's permission, of course.
...But this is not the point. The point is that the warden's objective conditions in all aspects are indeed superior, so superior that when W was alive, he really considered him as a [sister's alternative husband].
-9-
This was not W's mistake: when they were still alive and had not yet turned into undead, the warden was indeed a man who was completely obsessed with the black witch.
Handsome, rich, and affectionate enough, there is no reason for W not to consider him.
Moreover, there is the most important point...
He could tell the sisters apart.
During the first visit.
"No, I'm not looking for you. You're my sister, right? I'd like to marry your sister, and this is a small gift."
No one could tell them apart at first sight, and W couldn't help but look at them sideways.
-10-
Of course the warden can tell the difference between W and M.
——The scene I saw in childhood is something that a human being will never forget in his entire life.
The girl walking briskly in her little wooden shoes, and the girl smiling with dimples as she carried her father's head.
Who can forget the existence of M?
So beautiful, so terrifying. Once I saw her, all the emotions in my life were swallowed up, and I would never be moved by anything else again.
He hated, feared, and loved her, and searched the entire world for all traces of her.
M took away his father, his first love, his fears, and his desires.
…her softness, her taste.
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When they first met, the child accidentally fell on her.
He still remembers the delicious smell of the cakes.
The other woman had a gentle floral scent on her body, which was different.
Moreover, in that era when girls generally wore their hair in pins, W's bun was beautiful and delicate, while M's bun was always a little subtly messy.
She doesn't like jade jewelry, and often pulls small grass and flowers to wear on her head on a whim.
Even though her sister liked to dress her up, she was not stingy in giving her the most beautiful jewelry.
What M wears most often is still a few maple leaves... just a few maple leaves, inserted next to her bangs or behind her ears, swaying.
I prefer maple leaves to blood, and cakes to gold and silver.
M is such a strange guy.
Wearing cheap, even weird things, walking happily on the street.
...She looked crazy, and people would always point fingers at her when she went out on the street. The warden also thought it was embarrassing, but it was not like he couldn't afford jewelry - but compared to M who later went to work wearing a garbage bag, wearing grass leaves on her head was nothing.
Compared to my boss who came later and wore a special effects costume to work, it was nothing.
-12-
So, why can't you tell the difference?
The smell, the makeup, of course he could tell the difference if he looked closely.
M is the crazy one, and W is the gentle and beautiful one.
Clear at a glance.
...At that time, he clearly understood how crazy, cruel and terrifying M was. He also understood that he should marry a gentle and kind woman like W, so that he could be happy.
Perhaps it was fate, by some strange coincidence, that when he grew up, he was no longer in the position of being bullied, but always the strong and handsome leader.
The warden never lacked women.
Whether in life or after death.
This always makes him hesitate.
After all, apart from M, he has so many choices and so many options to obtain simple happiness.
He even tried - after being rejected in the teahouse, he got married and had children.
He married again and had a son.
-13-
In that era, it was certainly impossible for a man of status to have only one wife.
W's husband is an exception: he did marry only one person and gave only one person the respect and treatment of a wife, but at the same time, he also had many "close female friends" outside and lived a free and happy life.
Of course, that marriage was an equal transaction without any emotional connection. The more carefree he was outside, the happier W was. She sincerely hoped that the businessman who refused to take good care of his illness would die outside so that she could inherit the inheritance... Ahem, that's a special case.
The warden was no exception; he had tried several wives and several children.
But those women were not M.
Perhaps you can see some similarities from the side profile, long hair, and bangs, but it is definitely not the case.
No one is her.
She occupied every dream of his adolescence, and the blurred face of every different woman in his bed thereafter.
-14-
So he finally gave up everything and went after her again.
M is a limited edition and irreplaceable product. No one can replace it.
Exhausting all his strength—enduring malice—struggling endlessly between hatred and love, an ordinary human desperately tries to get closer to that impossible-to-get-close system world—
However, M's light-hearted "Who are you?" completely shattered him.
His pursuit and efforts are worthless.
-15-
The warden is a ghost who committed suicide.
After being asked "Who are you?" and then slowly taking out a knife from behind her, and seeing the extremely powerful M crushing the monster with ease—
He committed suicide by hanging himself, and finally became a completely twisted evil spirit.
…M, she’s really good at breaking others down.
Attract them. Bewitch them. And finally...
And forgetting them is like throwing away garbage that you don't care about.
-16-
...M, who treats everyone as trash, is both lovable and hateful, extremely powerful and extremely damnable.
Whenever he thought of those stupid and superficial women, he would always think of the unique M.
Arriving at the destination, the warden shook his head, and the remaining trance on his face faded away, replaced by joy.
It is a heartfelt joy.
He opened the door and said, "I came to see you today, puppy."
-17-
Inside the room, in the darkness, a shadow in a white robe and shackles was huddled in a corner with his back to him.
The warden turned on the light very happily - he was always very happy to turn on the light and see the puppy's face these days -
The light came on, and the shadow in the corner moved and turned around.
He made no sound and showed no signs of an ignorant child.
Although it is huddled in a corner, it does not look "small" or "immature".
Because he was a very tall adult man.
...How could the prisoner be a child? "Calmness" itself is a skill that requires complete maturity to master.
-18-
Faced with the sudden light, the blond man huddled in the corner made no sound, but the shackles on his wrists made a sound - he leaned over and supported himself with both hands on the ground, like a dog preparing to sit upright.
But the warden knew that was not the case: he probably just had no strength and was tired of dealing with him, so he wanted to lie down.
After all, crying is a very energy-consuming thing, and the prisoner really cried for a long time.
There were traces of undried tears on her cheeks, which were whiter than snow, and her eyelashes were wet. Perhaps because the sad emotions had been flowing for too long, the corners of her eyes and temples were covered with a layer of slightly sickly red.
Those who didn't know would have thought he had a high fever or had poured himself into the highest proof liquor.
The crying made this inhuman monster extremely vivid.
The warden exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of his heart: "I really love seeing you like this, little stray dog."
-19-
So they even made an exception and allowed him to stay in the room outside, allowed him to have that brief freedom to wander in the open kitchen in the corridor of the Eternal Life Association, and allowed him not to return to the cell at the bottom of the Eternal Life Prison for the time being.
Just so that I can open the door and turn on the lights at a certain time and see this scene.
——How pitiful, how miserable, what a miserable stray dog.
-20-
It is extremely fulfilling to destroy an eternally peaceful existence, even if you are just watching.
Who made M so good at breaking other people's hearts?
——Haha, it’s really interesting when it happens to other people.
[I never cried as hard as he did when I was rejected]
[He's so useless. He's a male, but he's even more fragile than a woman.]
[No matter how much I cry, I can't find anyone to act cute with. I just want to cry myself blind.]
[What can I do while being held captive here and shedding tears? Weakness is the original sin. No matter how much favor I receive, if I am weak, I am still useless.]
The warden walked over, and the smile on his lips was the most genuine smile he had seen in the past few days.
Even though his Eternal Life Society had an unprecedented opportunity to expand, he did not smile like that.
Ah, to see such a miserable dog every day, and to be able to...
He stretched out his arm and grabbed the prisoner's throat directly, then slowly moved his palm upwards to pinch his mouth open.
The latter did not resist.
The [Warden] chosen by the Eternal Life Prison is the shackle that the prisoners are least likely to escape from, and he cannot make any resistance against the collar around his neck.
"Why hasn't he spoken? I haven't heard any crying or barking. What's wrong—"
-twenty one-
The warden laughed as he tore blood and debris from the prisoner's open mouth.
"I see. The tongue I cut off yesterday hasn't grown back yet. And the throat she pierced earlier is also broken, right?"
-twenty two-
The prisoner did not laugh.
But there was no pain or resentment in his scarlet eyes.
She just looked at him quietly, with eyes that had become even redder from crying, giving him a very cold gaze, as if she was just staring at the coffee, the music sheet or the black bread.
This guy who can't even cry or bark...
Yet still possessing such a calm gaze?
The warden let go, suddenly feeling bored.
"What a pathetic, ugly... dirty stray dog."
-twenty three-
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the back of his blood-stained hand.
During this period, he came to this room almost every day, admiring the miserable plight of the stray dogs, inflicting repeated punishments, and making some boring and childish ridicule.
Although he has a very mature and calm attitude, the prisoner is an inhuman being who doesn't even know how to eat ice cream or drink alcohol. He is ridiculed as an idiot using all the common sense that humans understand - the prisoner actually cares a little, after all, he really doesn't understand this aspect.
So the warden likes to do this, especially after the prisoners have completely finished their "extra time".
Thinking of this, he threw away the soiled handkerchief and pinched the prisoner's throat again.
-twenty four-
He just held it, as if simply picking up a head and looking at something that should have been dead long ago.
The prisoner still looked at him calmly, as if the warden was not squeezing his own throat which had been pierced by a knife, but a shriveled orange.
Such prisoners always reminded him of...
The warden flicked his finger and sneered.
-25-
"After all these years...your throat is still very convenient, puppy."
Prisoners' throats were never shackled, making them very easy to penetrate and crush, and were the part of the body most commonly subjected to punishment.
Because the warden himself is the [collar] used by the Eternal Prison to imprison him, the shackles imposed on him by the prison are only on his hands and feet.
The shackles on his ankles were to mark his steps, and the shackles on his wrists were to inflict pain on his playing.
After all, the prisoner is not something that is bound by shackles in the literal sense; the things he wears on his hands and feet can be considered as decorations.
There are three things that lock the prisoners here to serve their sentences. The warden is the selected manager of the Eternal Life Prison and only holds one of the three powers.
...The warden himself only knows the one-third that he is responsible for.
Therefore, he also somewhat disliked the Eternal Life Prison: after the Eternal Life Society was established based on the prisoners admitted by the Eternal Life Prison, the warden himself began to slowly distance the Eternal Life Society from the Eternal Life Prison.
He would rather be called "President" than "Warden".
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After all, he was the one who voluntarily founded and served as the [President] of the Eternal Life Society, and the [Warden] of the Eternal Life Prison, but he was only selected by the prison to take the position.
Without him, other evil spirits might be able to do it.
...The warden still doesn't understand why the Eternal Life Prison chose him.
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He doesn't remember.
Because the prisoner had completely crushed his own existence, that shattering erased all memories of the warden's birth, as well as the wishes and responses between the organ and the black banshee.
If the warden still remembered the prisoner who was emitting energy at that time, remembered that he gradually became stronger because he absorbed the energy flowing out of the prisoner's wound, and realized the connection between the blue light spot, the system world, and the prisoner—
The warden would never have the patience to establish the Society of Eternal Life. He only needs to completely break the prisoners into pieces and suck out every last drop of bone marrow.
-28-
The organ always stayed at the rear, closest and safest to the black banshee. There were unfulfilled wishes and bets between it and the banshee, and the connection between them was so close.
Mr. P himself is the quick channel to kill Miss M.
He was broken, but he held something that could kill her.
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So, just like M deleted many memories, it was to protect himself, and even more to protect those who "abandoned" him.
Mr. P is in the same boat. Facing the new prison administrator, he has too many secrets that he has to reveal.
This is mutual benefit and win-win in the logic of a madman.
-29-
What is memory?
It can be deleted, forged, and replaced. To put it bluntly, memory is something of questionable trustworthiness.
The Black Banshee never cherished memories, and the Organ didn't care much either.
He liked new things, and constantly creating and designing new "first encounters" for her was a kind of pleasure that made him addicted. After all, the organ hated "boring" far more than the black banshee, right?
So, when he crushed himself many years ago, he thought it was a very profitable gamble.
The stakes on both ends of the scale are [all existing memories of me] and [the co-existence of the Black Banshee and me], which are completely disproportionate.
Moreover, he will definitely win this bet.
-30-
...and the prisoner won.
The warden forgot those overly secret things and woke up in the Eternal Life Prison in a daze again, trying to figure out his position and power.
It took Him a long time to transform into the organ again, re-condensing and forming from the concept of existence.
After all, the puppy is the best at being broken into pieces, and of course, the best at repairing itself.
Then, one day, the "newly appointed" warden visited the bottom cell again.
-31-
It wasn't fate, it was just attraction.
…was deliberately drawn to the organ.
How could a prisoner who could throw everything he had into a losing game stay in his cell honestly and boringly?
Drop the hook and lure in something new and interesting.
This is his talent. He has studied this way of playing for who knows how long, and now using this method is like releasing his instinct.
With this ability, the organ met many interesting wish-granters, many suitable flower fertilizers, and extremely beautiful banshees.
He relied on this instinct to play with too many toys.
So, as soon as his fingertips were free to move again, Organ deliberately lowered the hook and attracted the warden.
The purpose is simple, he wants new toys.
It didn't matter if the toy had previously scratched his wounds and stolen his strength - the organ would do anything to avoid being bored.
As for how to make fishing hooks?
That's easy too.
A guitar that came from nowhere, in the dark cell at the bottom that had never been explored, something was plucking the guitar with its fingertips, playing a strange and beautiful sound.
The warden who had lost his memory naturally came to his cell.
The warden himself was surprised why he had only visited this thing for the first time after such a long time since he came to the prison.
...Perhaps it's because His presence is almost zero?
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The organ played the entire piece, and the warden also stopped outside the cell and listened to the entire piece.
Then he put down his guitar and looked at the man outside the cage, just like he was looking at every wisher who came to him in a desperate situation.
…Oh, this new toy is, of course, a wish-granter.
The organ was all too familiar with the look on the faces of those who wished.
The undead was in a miserable state, with nowhere else to go, and was madly craving for something.
What he wants...what wishes he will make...you can guess it by carefully searching through his memories before they were shattered...
【I will kill that dark banshee.】
Hmm.
-33-
This, thought the organ, was a wish even crazier than coming back to life.
He wasn't sure if he had the ability to fulfill this wish.
...However, all the rumors about my ability to "grant all wishes" should have disappeared with the previous shattering.
The so-called "warden" would certainly not make a wish to a miserable prisoner like himself, and he certainly did not think he had the ability to fulfill anything.
But... what he wanted... what he longed for... was undoubtedly...
-34-
"You...are being held captive here...what is it?"
The organ smiled silently and plucked its strings again.
If someone doesn't express their wish and doesn't volunteer to serve their sentence, then even if they are an interesting wisher, they have no obligation to fulfill the other person's wish, right?
...This is the old rule...Now he is just a powerless prisoner...
Just play with toys to kill boredom.
The one related to that banshee, chosen by the Eternal Prison, must be a very interesting toy.
——Thinking this way is surprisingly convenient. This undead spirit, closely connected to the world where the Banshee repeatedly travels back in time, might be able to find some unexpected surprises from him——
It would surely be a good deal to turn the manager who guards his cage door into a toy, right?
-35-
"Nice to meet you. Would you like to play a game?"
-36-
The warden had never expected that the so-called deepest cell, the so-called most dangerous prisoner, was alone in the cell called "Prisoner"—
That thing was both weak and gentle.
It's not so much that he was imprisoned there, but rather that he volunteered to stay there, serving as a center of peace and stability within the Eternal Life Prison.
Just like the core of the earth that carries the waves, sunlight, and mud.
The bet he proposed to him was simply "I bet you can't finish listening to my performance this time."
-37-
Bet every time.
The prisoner always bets that he won't be able to finish listening, and he loses every time.
What was at stake for him was knowledge, skills, and all kinds of information about the undead—almost everything an evil spirit needed to gain a foothold in the prison of eternal life.
After all, there was more than one prisoner in the Eternal Life Prison at that time, and the warden had to manage and suppress more than just one guy.
He was a young human ghost who had just arrived in this dark and twisted place. He didn't understand why he was in charge of the entire prison, and the center of his soul was still trapped in the rope he used to hang himself in his lifetime.
...The prisoner was docile, calm, and seemed to be able to tolerate everything and provide all the help he could. Together with his beautiful playing, it seemed that was an area where the warden could breathe.
As for the warden's own bets—though never won—
[A period of twenty years during which he could wear a human body and go out into the human world], that was all the prisoner asked for.
-38-
...These were just bets on "whether you can listen to a performance" and were very childish. The warden didn't care at all when he casually agreed to the bet, and the prisoner didn't seem to be very eager. He lost every time, and the warden calmly gave him guidance every time.
He probably didn't think the bet could be fulfilled, he just felt like chatting because he had been in jail for too long.
A prisoner with an eternal sentence...poor fellow.
-39-
So, because of the intelligence, because of the bet, or perhaps because of the condescending mercy... the warden began to get used to stopping in front of the prisoners' cages and listening to one complete performance after another.
He began to get used to the prisoners themselves.
Calm, inclusive, and empty.
The prisoners' playing and watching convey those things.
…It’s obviously extremely empty, but somehow, it can fill the void in the listener’s heart.
Not only him, when the prisoner moved his fingertips, it seemed that the entire Eternal Prison was listening silently.
-40-
It was a hymn, a ritual of soothing distortion, and no dead thing could resist the allure of its performance.
Gradually, one gambling game after another was a complete victory, one lucrative bet after another was cashed out, and one empty and peaceful performance after another...
The warden began to feel that the prisoners and his piano music were a kind of incomparable comfort and shelter.
A poor fellow with an eternal sentence, who can only stay in the dark and play the piano. In the boring prison life, he is willing to lose the bet again and again to help his manager, who is obedient and docile...
It's just like a puppy.
…
No one keeps a secret better than a chained puppy, right?
Prisoners cannot reveal their secrets to anyone and can only be imprisoned here.
So, one day, the warden stopped in front of the cage bars and opened his tightly closed mouth.
"I hate a woman..."
-41-
The confession and resentment flowed out together like a smooth song.
The organ in the cell thought, I've taken the bait.
The condescending pity means contempt for his ability, and the final complete and open confession means implicit trust in him.
——As an administrator, he was actually bewitched into giving these things to the prisoners in the deepest part of the prison.
[It's just a puppy wearing a collar anyway], such carefully crafted cognition should have been firmly established in his mind, right?
It’s really convenient. This way, even if you occasionally do something rebellious, no one will take it seriously.
Well, it is indeed an excellent toy.
...But I took the bait a little too quickly. I thought I could have played with it a little longer...
-42-
Why.
Could it be because the person who made the wish before this warden was the Black Banshee?
Playing with Black Banshee is truly wonderful... By comparison, the next wish-granter, the next toy, no matter how carefully designed, seems dull and boring...
The organ's vague boredom didn't last long.
Because, soon—
-43-
M officially entered the prison of eternal life.
-44-
The reason this psychopath was imprisoned was very simple: she suddenly ran to the outside world of the Eternal Life Prison and threw a whole truck of goat shit at the prison's thick walls.
After throwing it away, he broke off piece by piece of the prison cover to wipe his hands. After wiping his hands with most of the prison cover, he raised his middle finger to the entire Eternal Life Prison.
Organ: “…”
-45-
You are worthy of being my recognized good friend, so awesome.
-46-
So Miss M was imprisoned on the charge of "blasphemy against the Eternal Life Prison," and the organ immediately got the prisoner number corresponding to the cell next to hers—
Well, the friend I had never met before finally came to the Eternal Life Prison. Although I don’t know why she was crazy enough to throw goat shit into the prison shell, the cells and prisoners were isolated.
I definitely won't touch my friends' hands and won't get dirty.
...The most important thing is that when a friend you haven't seen for a long time comes, of course you have to go play with him. Why waste time with boring toys?
Hello. I'm P43987.
[Hello, fellow cellmate~ I'm M43988~]
-47-
It doesn’t matter if there’s no memory, it doesn’t matter if there’s a new acquaintance, it doesn’t matter if there’s a new name, Organ—Mr. P doesn’t care at all.
He was very sure that he could play with M again, just as he was very sure that M had not changed, and was still the fool who was stubborn and would not be defeated even if he reversed the flow more than a thousand times.
And the result was as he expected.
Still no face, still no voice, still no identification—
They quickly became inseparable friends, as if it were natural.
There is no confusion, no hesitation, no sense of déjà vu, and no resentment or disappointment.
We just played together happily at the fastest speed.
-48-
After all, M is a good friend who threatens to chop his body into pieces while taking out his wallet to buy him cakes.
She never wastes time dwelling on underlying causes.
And P didn't want to waste time: the crime of "desecrating the prison" was very minor, and the development of the system world could not be separated from M's protection for a long time. He didn't know how long he could be reunited with his friends - of course he had to seize every opportunity to have fun.
So, after the first week of playing together, this pair of cellmates with very insane thinking logic, M slapped the wall, signaling P to find a way to block the prison's monitoring.
"I have something important to tell you."
P immediately replied: “Okay, I’ve blocked you. Go ahead and tell me.”
-49-
Ms. M lowered her voice—even though her cellmates had blocked the surveillance, she still lowered her voice. She probably felt that this would create a more atmospheric atmosphere—
She whispered through the wall, "Actually, I didn't just throw goat shit at the prison wall casually. I had it planned."
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P: "If you're still stockpiling a truckload of goat shit, I'm not going to share my pudding with you tonight. Go wash your hands."
"Oh, no! Not at all! My hands are clean, white and soft now! If you don't believe me, just look!"
"I don't see the way your hand works, M. And regardless of whether it's white and soft or not, it's stained with goat shit. Go wash your hands and use plenty of soap."
"Anyway, it's not something—ahem!"
Miss M lowered her voice again, adding a touch of atmosphere: "Because you are now my most trusted cellmate in prison, I want to tell you the real reason why I deliberately went to prison."
-50-
"You've been in jail here for a long time, right? Help me find out about this guy named "Prisoner". I want to help him escape from prison."
-51-
The prisoner blinked very slowly.
"What?"
"So, there's a guy called Prisoner? Or is he called something else?"
Miss M gestured with great effort, even though the other party couldn't see her slightly distressed movements and expression through the prison wall.
"As for me, I've always felt like I owed someone something. That, uh, 'long-overdue debt' feeling? Because I feel like I haven't paid it back, because I feel like I'm still waiting for something to redeem it... I've been able to barely get through all these boring things... because of that inexplicable feeling of 'debt' mixed with my intuition."
"But a while ago, I was fed up. The dull and difficult work was boring, the greasy and fussy colleagues were boring, and even eating and drinking were boring... No, my salary has been docked every month for a long time, and I barely have money for food or water... Well, that's not the point. The point is, I'm really fed up."
M's shoulders drooped and he punched the wall again.
The special cell of the Eternal Life Prison sealed off all inhuman forces. Her punch did not create a bright hole, but only made a hollow muffled sound.
"So boring. So boring."
The madman muttered in a hollow thud, "I want to completely erase myself. 'Bang,' and... fall into the pitch-black scythe, close my eyes, gradually rust, and finally turn to dust... 'Bang,' and...
-52-
"That way, you won't be bored anymore."
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There are no relatives, no friends, no likes, and no dislikes.
The process of wandering began to become monotonous, and even killing oneself gradually became boring.
I kept deleting my memories, kept swinging my sickle, kept jumping into the dirty blood, and kept receiving notifications for the next mission...
Whether it's work or life.
Crazy, there is no yesterday or tomorrow.
One day, it was an extremely boring day that even killing oneself would not be fun. The time spent in this way suddenly turned into a thin thread, and with a "snap", M's brain was torn apart.
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