Doomsday Wonderland

He could hardly tell whether it was his blood or Constantine's voice that was sliding down his skin.

"You know, I have a problem..." She was a few steps away, leaning on the dressing table, staring into the darkness and murmuring.

After the darkness was divided into two groups, the one stretching toward her was still far away from her; but Inmaruji no longer had the luxury of being able to listen to her quietly.

Xiaolong's face was floating in the darkness, staring at him blankly, as if his expression was frozen in the moment he found out he was pregnant. He called out "Brother Yuan", and from the darkness on his chest, four or five hands immediately stretched out, like a dense branch, toward Yuan Maruji.

Those arms didn't even have to straighten to catch him.

I'm sure I'm going to end up here tonight.

Inmaru Tsuji felt a rush of air rush up to his chest, blowing away his vocal cords, and let out a breathy laugh in his burning throat.

He thought about countless ways to die, but he never thought it would be like this.

"As soon as a person dies, I will forget his appearance." Constantine whispered. "No matter how I think about it..."

Inmaruji stared at the darkness, turned his feet, and as he turned his waist, four or five hands crossed his body - but he didn't feel anything at all, and the piece of skin after being scratched also lost everything. It felt like—at the same time, he took out the hand that he had pinned behind his back.

With the painful sound of the roller, he pulled down the dressing table drawer, drew an arc in mid-air, and violently swung it into those hands; countless unnamed sundries, necklaces, white items, etc. The cotton pieces flew into the air together and disappeared into the darkness.

If the force of a bullet could knock a man's face back into darkness, so could he.

Constantine's voice paused.

Inmaru Tsuji gritted his teeth and stared at the human body pouring out of the darkness, hitting the pale skin, knuckles, and nose with all his strength - the drawer quickly cracked, and half of it was exposed from the broken wood. The face was so out of shape that it was hard to tell whether it was Xiaolong’s face.

"Get back,"

He hit the broken piece of wood with one punch, and smashed the piece of wood and the face underneath it back into the darkness; taking advantage of the chance that he finally had a slight gap between him and the darkness, Inmaru Tsugumi struck with his other hand on the dressing table behind him. I jumped up and sat on the dressing table with my injured leg, and quickly stood firm on the table, with the ceiling above my head.

He never dared to loosen his gaze.

With heavy breathing, Inmaru Tsugumi leaned against the mirror, with round makeup lamps pressed against his back. Where darkness does not exist, his shadow casts long across the carpet.

It turns out that when there is no light, human eyes cannot stop the darkness... She is really talented in how to kill people.

From the corner of Inmaru Tsugumi's peripheral vision, he could still see a section of Constantine's neck protruding from between his messy hair; the shape of the vertebrae of his spine vaguely emerged from beneath the paleness. From between those bones and skin, her voice, like black blood, flowed out: "How clever... you pushed back death by seventy centimeters."

That was exactly the width of a dressing table; Inmaruji couldn't tell whether she was sarcastic or not.

Constantine took a small breath between his teeth. "That's not bad. I can remember your appearance for a while longer..."

"If I crack open your skull," Inmaru Tsugumi said through his teeth, "your brain will probably be covered with scars."

Xiaolong's face once again peeked out of the darkness, as if it had not been hit hard at all and was intact as before.

His long arms climbed up the dressing table, and his fingers passed through the mess. When he was about to touch the toes of Inmaru Tsugumi, he tried several times but was never long enough to touch them.

It's ridiculous that this kind of ghost thing that is beyond imagination is actually limited by the length of human arms.

"Do you want to see it?" asked Constantine. She seemed to have the ability to distort reality; the words stained by her voice and breath would be deformed and deteriorated - at that moment, it seemed as if what was wrapped around her was not a long skirt, but messy and wrinkled sheets.

Inumaruji laughed again, but there was no smile at all.

He raised a hand and smashed a light bulb on the corner of the dressing mirror, and the room suddenly became slightly darker.

"When there is no light, our eyes can't stop the darkness from advancing, right?" As he spoke, he broke two more light bulbs one after another. "How about it? Are you willing to die with me?"

Constantine was silent for a rare moment.

"I really can't tell that you are a romantic like me." She sighed faintly. "It seems that it's no longer possible not to say anything now..."

"What did you say?" Yuan Maruji thought slightly.

While she paused, he made his statement with a fourth broken light bulb.

The room was already half dark; he didn't know if it was an illusion, but the darkness in front of him seemed to be tumbling and surging, quietly invading a little further.

"Okay, stop fighting." Constantine's tone was like coaxing a stubborn child, "You should also know that anyone sitting in my position will never lack enemies."

"so what?"

"I never let myself have the possibility of being trapped somewhere." She said slowly, "Every place I often go to, I will make sure that in the most urgent and dangerous situation, I still have the means to escape. road."

"You mean - you have a way of escape hidden in this dressing room," Inmaru Tsugumi was stunned for a moment and said, "But you have stayed in the room until now?"

He had long realized that this woman was crazy, but he didn't expect it to be so crazy.

"If you weren't so crazy," said Considine calmly, "I wouldn't tell you this - give me a hand."

She stretched out a hand without looking back. Inumaruji hesitated for a moment, still staring at the darkness, and groped for her hand in mid-air.

Their fingers were intertwined, their hands were covered with his blood, slippery and sticky, and they bit each other tightly.

When Constantine also climbed onto the table, UU read www.uukａnshu． netｔThe two bodies almost covered the row of light bulbs above the makeup mirror; in addition to the ones that Inmaruji broke just now, only the side light on Constantine's side was still on at this time. In the dim room, even the door was submerged, and there were only patches of rolling darkness, sniffing, testing, and touching the two of them.

“In the ceiling above the dressing table,” said Constantine, raising his arm, “there is a blocked exit that used to be a ventilation duct.”

He heard the faint sound of fabric sliding down her skin, followed immediately by the sound of a piece of ceiling being knocked, and the sound indeed sounded hollow.

The darkness floating in the room, occupying most of the space, seemed like an unbearable appetite. The face and body were writhing in the black mist. At some point, it was no longer clear which piece of darkness was facing Constantine just now. Which group is going to devour Inmaruji again.

The piece of ceiling was quickly dismantled and thrown into the darkness as casually as if she were feeding a dog.

"It's open," said Constantine in an angry voice. "Now we just have to climb up. The only problem is... to climb up, you have to turn your eyes. Who comes first?"