Doomsday Wonderland

"You should also understand," Inmaruji said slowly, "If you want to escape...it's not just a matter of who goes up first."

Constantine snorted lowly from his nose, like a note or a question mark.

They both want to kill each other, but now they realize that they may not be able to kill each other. The remaining question is how they can cooperate with each other to escape - or, in other words, how can they believe that the other party is indeed cooperating with them.

"Whether the person who goes up first can survive depends on whether the people below can keep an eye on the darkness for him..." Inmaru Tsugumi said in a low voice: "After the first person goes up, whether the second person can climb up smoothly , it depends on the person in the escape tunnel doing the same thing.”

She laughed lazily. "Can you trust me? Sometimes, even I don't trust myself."

Inmaruji felt that she had not finished her words - he did not want her to live, but he wanted her to say a few more words.

"My desires, my goals, my life... those things that I think I want, how do I know that someone is not telling me in my ears every night?" Constantine said softly, "They said , when people are sleeping, their subconscious minds are more receptive to suggestions.”

If she hadn't been looking motionlessly into the darkness ahead, he would have almost thought that she had forgotten the current situation.

"I never let anyone know where I sleep." Inmaruji laughed.

"Me too. But, as for myself...when I'm about to wake up every day, I have to kill all the people who appear in my dreams...to prevent them from following me during the day."

What a coincidence... Inmaruji was no stranger to the feeling of waking up from a pool of blood.

The people killed before waking up from the dream will stir and float again in the darkness of the night; tonight is actually no different from any other night.

Maybe he was dreaming now that he would meet this woman.

He couldn't let this woman follow him during the day.

...Presumably Constantine had the same idea, right?

"We don't need to trust each other," Inmaruji said, sweeping away the debris on the table with his toes, and only took one step closer to her, almost touching her shoulder. "We just have to hold each other close."

"What do you mean..." Constantine clearly had no flesh injuries, but when he spoke, it seemed as if a thick bloody smell blew past his ears. "As long as we stay close enough, we don't have to worry about the other person turning his eyes away?"

That's it - when they're right next to each other, it only takes one's gaze to stop the darkness from advancing; if you want to protect yourself, you can't lay a hand on the other.

"I don't mind." Constantine's voice became a little hoarse. "The question is... do you dare to hug me?"

Inmaruji licked his dry and cracked lips. He hadn't had a drink tonight since rising from the club table; until now, he felt the dryness of desire in his throat.

"unnecessary,"

He pretended not to hear Constantine's drawn-out, disappointed "Oh." He reached out and took off his belt, handed her the other end of the belt, and said, "Tie your arms with it."

He could feel her hand holding the belt, and every turn and caress of it between her fingers was transmitted to his hand through the belt. He couldn't turn his head to look, he could only keep staring at the rolling darkness in front of him.

"Before I tie it on... I want to ask, who should go up first?"

"I'll do it." Inmaruji suppressed a gasp and said, "I'm tired of seeing this darkness."

"Then you don't tie it around your arm," said Constantine with a smile. "You tie it around your neck."

"Why?"

While he was asking the question, he had already withdrawn the belt and wrapped it around his neck almost meekly.

"Although this passage is for escape, I also installed an escalator for easy climbing... But it is still essentially a ventilation duct after all. After you climb up, if you shrink your head, I will do something below. No more."

She said as if sighing or teasingly: "When I pull you, you have to stick your head out so that I can feel relieved, right?"

When the black belt buckle needle passed through the hole and was tightened under his Adam's apple, Constantine's voice seemed to come from a dream.

"Good dog."

Inmaruji couldn't hold back, grabbed her arm, put the other end of the belt around her wrist, and tied it tightly into her skin - although he didn't even look at her, he exerted a lot of force on his hand, almost like It was like cutting off her blood vessels, which made Constantine's voice tremble with pain.

"There's no need to tie a knot," she stroked the belt on her wrist and asked with a smile, "Are you relieved now?"

Inmaruji took a deep breath, and his eyes slowly moved up from the darkness; as he raised his head, his eyes finally completely broke away from the darkness, and fell on a dark square exit on the ceiling.

The belt buckle pressed under his Adam's apple, falling with his breathing.

He turned his eyes from the escape hatch and landed on the side of Constantine's face, half of which was light and half of which was abyss.

She was looking at the darkness in the dressing room - she didn't turn her head and let the darkness sweep up and swallow them both, which actually made him vaguely surprised.

Inmaruji stretched out his arm, and sure enough he touched the handle of the simple ladder from the edge of the exit.

"I'm going to pull the ladder down," he warned, watching as Constantine quietly took a step toward the edge of the dressing table. One of her narrow and thin feet was placed outside the table, and her toes were spinning in circles, as if she was tempting the darkness to pounce on her, as if she was tempting him to reach out and push her down.

It took Inmaru Tsugata some willpower to turn his head and pull down the simple ladder.

He endured the pain in his leg and quickly climbed up the escape hatch; due to the length restriction of the belt, Constantine retreated to the ladder and raised his wrist into the air.

With great difficulty, Inmaru Tsuji turned around in the narrow escape hatch.

"It's my turn now?" She looked at the darkness in the room and clutched the belt tightly. "Don't make me wait too long or I'll pull you off when I think you're about to take off your belt."

Inmaruji didn't touch the belt around his neck. The slightest touch could spread to her skin.

He lay down in the passage, peered out of the escape hatch, looked at the darkness in the room, and whispered: "Come up here, I'll keep an eye on you."

Constantine seemed to hesitate for a moment, still not taking his eyes away from the darkness for a moment, and just groped and grabbed the simple ladder.

"When I was eight or nine years old, I lived in a big house in the suburbs. There was an attic in that big house, and you also had to pull down the attic stairs to climb in. It was a bit like this simple ladder, but it was much heavier and more reliable. "

Inmaruji realized that this was the first time in his life that he felt so peaceful and calm when talking about that big house.

Constantine kept turning his head to look into the darkness, so his movements were naturally much slower.

"Once, when he was busy attacking several other adopted brothers and sisters, I escaped quietly because I was the smallest." Inmaru Tsugumi stared into the darkness and said, "I couldn't get out of the house, so Hidden in the attic. He found it soon... so he pulled down the attic stairs and climbed up towards me like you are now."

Constantine turned his head slightly, then stopped, his eyes still fixed on the darkness. She gripped the belt and asked hoarsely, "What then?"

"I still remember those bulging eyeballs when he was about to catch me." Inmaruji sighed, and in the darkness, his fingers slowly touched the hinges of the simple ladder. Even at an early age, he knew how to take apart hinges and hubs. "I also remember the look on his face when he fell."

The hinge has been opened to a crack. As long as he pushes hard, Constantine's weight will complete the remaining half of the work for him and completely pull the simple ladder out; then, she will be like him, and The loose escalator fell backwards into the darkness.

When it falls, don't open your eyes.

"I didn't know it at the time, but there were several tools on the ground that he was going to use on me. When he fell, they hit the back of his head. That was the first time in my life that I killed someone. The person I wanted to kill. That feeling of satisfaction... If anyone can understand it, it's you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Inmaruji pushed away the simple ladder.

Although the knot on her hand was tight, it was not a dead knot. As long as he pulls hard, the belt knot will slide smoothly; and the force of pushing down the simple ladder is enough.

Unexpectedly, Costinette may have been wary, or she was agile and did not fall to the ground along with the simple ladder - but she is a normal human being after all, and it is impossible to maintain her position when she falls without weight. She kept her eyes still; when she barely sat still against the mirror, the darkness had already reached the dressing table, and only stopped when it floated in front of her.

If it were her, maybe she could still find a way out of such a desperate situation?

Inmaruji hoped that she would die here, and he also hoped that she could float up again from him tomorrow night. As long as she looked closely at the darkness, before it stretched out its hand, maybe she could—

Constantine suddenly raised his head.

In the room filled with dark mist and dim light, their eyes met.

Inmaruji was stunned.

"I'm tired of seeing this darkness too," Constantine looked at him with almost pleasure, almost greed, and laughed.

She raised her hand and stroked her hair as a gesture.

Inmaruji understood.

He put his hands into his hair, and pushed the black hair back against his head with his own sticky, wet blood.

"I want to see what I want to see." Her body below her chest disappeared, and her eyes, which were deeply sunk in the shadow of her brow bone and light blue eye circles, were now as bright as diamonds in the flesh and blood of the wound. "You still look better like this, don't you?"

...In case the darkness would climb up from the escape hatch, Inmaru Tsugumi was facing the escape hatch, UU reading www. uukanshu.net Climb backward little by little.

Everything was over; five seconds had passed since the darkness enveloped her, and Constantine disappeared into the night together with the people in the nightmare.

Just keep walking, and outside is the City of Liberty.

A place that may be about to be swallowed up by darkness, and there is no point in escaping there.

Inmaruji didn't know when he stopped. When he realized it, he was already crawling towards the escape hatch again.

He couldn't see Constantine anymore, but he could still vaguely hear her humming.

Is it an illusion?

"Un-breakmyheart, say you love me again... without you, I just can't go on..."

Because there was no simple ladder, he half-jumped and half-tumbled down, and was instantly enveloped in gentle darkness. The place where Constantine was sitting just now seemed empty, and it seemed that it was because his body had lost consciousness.

He never hesitated to achieve his goals.

Inmaruji had only one wish at this time.

Costinac, look at me again.

I read a comment before saying that I didn’t want anyone to die, so both of them died (). UnbreakmyHeart is an old song, from the early 2000s, but it still sounds good. When I write something with care, I feel like a piece of it has been dug out after I finish it. This feeling has happened many times in the apocalypse. When the ending comes, I will have nothing left, and I will float away without a tether.

Anyway, these two people are of different types in the apocalypse... You might say it's love, but it doesn't seem to be the case; human emotions are too rich and complex, and every bit of light and shadow brings a new color, which I think is very interesting to explore. Reject flat generalization, start with me ()