Extra Dream

(Corresponding to the beginning of Chapter 136, the forgotten dream)

This is a dream...

Noel realized this clearly, otherwise he couldn't explain why there was someone who looked exactly like him in front of him, wearing a black coat with a bandage, and was obviously carrying out a mission.

This aroused Noel's interest, and he could not help but step forward and wave in front of "himself", but the other party did not react at all and was carefully checking the documents on the table.

Was this a few weeks ago?

Noel turned his head and looked around, and soon confirmed that this was the scene of a previous mission. He remembered that it was... with that Gin.

"Grappa, solve it quickly."

Hearing the impatient urging voice coming from outside the door, both Noel, who was watching, and Noel, who was carrying out the task, made a disgusted expression at the same time, and it was obvious that they were greeting the colleague with long silver hair in their hearts.

And then...and then what happened?

Noel couldn't remember for a moment, but it didn't matter. After realizing that he couldn't interact with himself, he lost interest and watched the development of things coldly.

Under the table, soon, a breath could no longer be suppressed and came out, accompanied by sobs full of fear.

That was a woman, a woman whose beauty could not be concealed even though she was trembling all over. Her pretty face was covered with tears and her hair was messy and stuck to both sides. But even so, she carried a sense of fragility that made me feel pity for her.

Noel, who was wrapped in bandages, had naturally discovered her a long time ago. There was a living person hiding in a small office, and no matter how soft the sound was, it would not be able to escape his hearing. Now the woman also noticed this and couldn't help crying out loud, but soon she took the initiative to walk out, and hurriedly pushed her hair away from her face to reveal her face. She looked at the killer wrapped in bandages with pleading eyes. Obviously, she was fighting for the last chance to stay alive.

This woman is the target's lover and naturally not an innocent girl. She tries hard to show her charm to fight for the possibility of survival, but this is as embarrassing as a silent comedy in front of the killer. He just paused, raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the woman with a desperate look on her face.

After all, even if she was just a lover, since she had seen the members of the organization, an organization that followed the principle of confidentiality would naturally have to kill the one who kept silent. Even if she didn't kill him, there was still Gin guarding outside.

Noel, who was watching from the sidelines, thought so. He had lost his patience with this boring dream of memories.

He didn't want to recall how many innocent people he had killed. It was impossible to count. The more he thought about it, the more he tortured himself and his mental breakdown would accelerate. But unfortunately, he now had a goal, and at least he couldn't give up so quickly.

[Can you really stop thinking about it? ]

"who?"

Noel was suddenly stunned. The sudden voice in his heart made him turn around abruptly, but he found that there was no one there.

"Xiao Hei, is it you?" Noel's mind flashed with the image of the "scumbag" who disappeared somewhere, and he even wanted to tease, "So you still have the ability to come to sleep?"

【Keep watching】

"What are you looking at?" Noel asked in confusion. "This woman is dead. I killed her. It's just something that happened. What else do you need to look at?"

The other party did not answer. Noel complained a few words and gave up. He continued to look up at himself who was wrapped in bandages, but was suddenly stunned.

The killer in black put down his gun.

[What were you thinking at that time? You were going to kill me, so why did you put down the gun?]

"No, she's clearly dead," Noel murmured in a somewhat neurotic tone, "It was impossible to let her go given the circumstances at the time. Even if I didn't kill her, Gin was still outside. With that guy's personality, he would definitely come in to check on the situation."

"Xiao Hei, you wouldn't change my dream to comfort me just to ease my guilt, right? Although I am very touched, there is no need..."

[You can't do it anymore]

"How is that possible?" Noel's voice suddenly rose, and he retorted in a somewhat anxious tone: "I am Grappa. Killing has been my habit since I was a child. It is like an instinct that is engraved in my bones and cannot be washed away. How can you not do it? Xiao Hei, are you telling a funny story?"

The voice did not respond, and Noel could only watch in vain what was happening before his eyes. He seemed to have finally mustered up the courage to move closer to the man holding the gun, but when he met the same pair of gray-green eyes, he froze in place.

He saw that the gray-green eyes were no longer empty, but were filled with human colors interwoven with guilt and pain, like a touch of bright green that permeated them, like a desert infused with vitality, with clear springs flowing slowly.

I... cried? Noel thought vaguely.

But...wait, what's wrong? Noel suddenly realized something and asked anxiously, "No, she's dead, no, at that time...he was dead, I killed her!"

No one responded to Noel, which made him perform alone like a lunatic. The story behind him would not change at all because of his existence. Then, he saw that the pair of eyes suddenly dimmed again, and in an instant it returned to the empty desert, which was completely incompatible with this world. Then, the killer raised the gun in his hand again and pulled the trigger.

"Bang--"

The beautiful woman fell heavily to the ground as the gunshot rang out. Blood slowly flowed out, soaking her black hair and gently covering her eyes that still had some hope in them.

"Yes, she is dead. I killed her."

Noel muttered blankly as he met those eyes.

[But you put down the gun, how did you kill her? ]

"If it wasn't me, then who killed him?" Noel, whose brain was in a mess, suddenly asked excitedly. He was looking for the inexplicable sound, but found that the sound seemed to come from his own brain. He could only hold his head tightly, as if his ten fingers were going to insert into his brain and take it out from inside, and his finger joints began to turn white with force.

The voice sounded again, but it sounded in front of me:

"Noel,"

The voice shouted, and Noel loosened his hand and slowly raised his head. In front of him, he saw the killer in black clothes and bandages taking off his mask and saying word by word:

"I killed her."