Why do I have to risk going to the lair of the cult members in the middle of the night? It was to obtain intelligence by investigating the lair, to find a breakthrough in the current predicament; and now, I have obtained the intelligence I wanted, and I have also completed the text message instructions to destroy this lair.
Of course, strictly speaking, it was just the ritual node hidden in the stronghold that was pulled out.
According to what the strong man said, as long as we destroy three out of the five ritual nodes, and then destroy the final ritual core, we can dissolve the ritual and save the city of Beaver. To be honest, I don't believe that strong man. From a standpoint, he is the enemy of all the survivors of Beaver City, including me and Aoba. Can we trust the information revealed by the enemy? Even if he was overly confident and thought he could definitely defeat us, so he didn't mind revealing such crucial information, it would still be far-fetched. I feel that the reason he revealed the information to me is due to some thoughts I don't know about. And no matter what his thoughts are, it's hard to imagine they are benevolent.
However, the intelligence that could be a breakthrough to open up the situation is only this. If I treat the intelligence he revealed as idle gossip, I don't know how to proceed with the next action; moreover, the instructions in the black shadow's text messages to us are also to destroy the stronghold, which is consistent with what the burly man induced me to do.
If there were someone with a good mind right now, it would be great.
Perhaps Aoba is smarter than me, but... it may be because of her appearance and personality, I find Aoba rather unreliable. I am willing to believe in her character, but I can't help but doubt her abilities. I also know that this is my inherent bias towards a fragile young girl, and I am aware of this, so in the future, I will pass on the information I have obtained to Aoba, and see if she can come to a better conclusion.
I leapt between the rooftops of the buildings, pondering the next steps as I hurried towards Yukio's villa.
The iron sword pulled out from the campfire in the gymnasium still remains in my hand. Because it has left the scorching campfire and has been exposed to the cool evening breeze for a while, the blade of the iron sword has cooled down significantly, gradually changing from the fiery red color when it was first pulled out to a plain, deep black color.
I believe that although this iron sword appears to be crudely made, since it is a ritual node, or the main component of the node, it may have some strange qualities that I have not yet discovered, so I will continue to hold it in my hand and not discard it.
One hour later, I returned to the rooftop of the villa and entered the attic through the skylight.
The attic was still lit, and Aoba was waiting in a corner. She was wearing a light purple cotton nightgown and sitting on a wooden chair with a backrest, already feeling drowsy.
She woke up due to the sound of my return.
"Ah, Ninghai!" Aoba looked at me, face full of delight, "You're back!"
"I'm back." I looked at her, "Have you been waiting here the whole time?"
"Mm-hmm." Aoba nodded vigorously, "I've been worried about you, worried that you wouldn't come back... I'm so relieved you're alright."
It turns out she has always been worried about me. Hearing her say that, I was a bit touched - well, not just a bit, but... directly saying it out loud is really quite embarrassing. This is actually the first time I've been worried about by someone other than a blood relative, and to have it said so directly in front of me, "I'm worried about you." Even though Aoba is someone I've known for a very short time, I was still moved by it. By the way, the fact that Aoba is a very cute girl is also an important plus.
However, speaking of which, considering that I am an important combat force, if I were to be lost, Aoba's situation would also become rather bleak, so her worrying about me can also be explained from a selfish perspective... Sometimes I really hate this insensitive head of mine.
"Let's go back and sleep," I said, "If we keep going like this, we'll catch a cold."
"Yes, I understand." Aoba nodded.
We went down the stairs to the second floor.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of water from the first floor, someone was taking a shower.
"Yukio downstairs?" I asked Aoba.
"Yes, she just woke up." Aoba answered my question.
Since Yukio goes to bed very early, it is not unusual for him to wake up in the middle of the night.
"That, Ninghai......" Aoba looked at my right hand, "I've been curious about this since a while ago... what is this?"
The iron sword in my hand.
"This one? I picked it up, "It's... a spoil of war? It would be a bit troublesome to explain from the beginning. It's quite late now, let's talk about it tomorrow." Seeing me say this, Aoba temporarily suppressed his doubts.
Then, we returned to our respective rooms.
I placed the iron sword in the corner and then lay down on the bed.
The sound of the shower downstairs reached my ears again.
I previously engaged in strenuous exercise, and my body is sweaty. I think I'll take a shower before going to bed.
I got up from bed, went through the closet, and found a red checkered men's sweater inside.
This should be Mr. San's clothes, it's not very good for me to take and wear them without permission; however, I don't have any other clothes to change into either. I'll tell Yukio about it once she's out of the shower. If she gives permission, that would be best; if not...then I'll go out again and find a clothing store, and just take a random piece from there.
There are now many such owner-less stores all over the Beaver City.
I am sitting on the bed waiting.
Forty minutes have passed......the sound of the shower on the first floor has not stopped yet.
Do women really take this long to shower? Although I've heard that women take a long time showering, I didn't realize it was this long
I waited a little longer.
The sound of the shower has not stopped.
I had to go downstairs and walk to the bathroom door where the sound of the shower was coming from, and I knocked on the door.
"Yukio?"
There was no response from inside.
"May I borrow Mr. San's clothes for a bit? I need to take a bath, but I don't have any change of clothes." I asked.
There is still no response from inside, only the sound of the shower.
How strange, why aren't you speaking?
I thought about it for three seconds, and suddenly a terrifying thought occurred to me - what if she had committed suicide?
This assumption is not impossible.
Since Mr. Three-Wheel became an estranged patient, Yukio's mental state has been on the verge of the limit, and even I can see this; and after the two major blows of failing to find a miracle cure and failing to leave River Beaver City, her mental state is even more worrying. If.
If she develops a misanthropic mood, feels desperate about the world and herself, and has suicidal thoughts as a result
I cannot deny this possibility under any circumstances.
Recalling this, I pounded the bathroom door hard.
"Yukio!"
There was still no response from inside.
"Yukio! Are you in there? If so, please respond!"
After shouting, I waited a few more seconds, but still didn't get a response.
The bathroom door was locked, and to open it, it would have to be forcibly broken. Now is not the time to be considerate. I activated my psychic powers and forcibly broke down the door.
He stepped into the steamy bathroom, right after locking the door.
Then, I saw Yukio.
Yukio stood in front of the shower, completely naked, her pale skin exposed, as hot water poured down from above, following the beautiful lines of her back.
For a moment, I felt very embarrassed... I had thought she had committed suicide, so I barged in, but it was all a misunderstanding on my part.
But the next moment, I realized that something was wrong.
I had already barged in, but she did not immediately react. Instead, she stood silently under the shower, accepting the hot water without a word.
I am all too familiar with this unusual silence.
Yukio turned around slowly, facing me.
Her raven-black long hair was dripping wet, draped over her rounded shoulders, and the hot water was like tears streaming down her cheeks, flowing down her slender neck, gathering at her delicate and beautiful collarbone, dripping from between her full, ample breasts, running over her taut, fat-free abdomen, passing her adorable navel, along her tight and supple legs, to her small, dainty bare feet, finally dripping onto the floor covered in rivulets.
"I watched her."
She also gazed at me, with a cold and indifferent expression, using those bright red eyes devoid of any emotional color.
"I didn't expect you to become a patient too."
In the city of Beaver, anyone in any place may be infected with Red Eye and become ill, whether it's me, Aoba, or Yukio. The only exception would be the members of the cult who orchestrated this disaster. I have never forgotten this, but I never expected it to happen so suddenly.
Yukio strode towards me with his long legs.
Stripped bare, she looked so beautiful, captivating my heart. Even her crimson eyes seemed to radiate an alluring and fatal charm. She walked towards me step by step, as if she was about to embrace me, stirring my imagination.
I raised my right hand and used psychokinesis to stop her progress.
She was suddenly unable to move.
I looked at her, saw her cold indifferent gaze, saw her helpless state under the power of my mental focus, and a terrible thought rose up in my heart.
Let's just keep her imprisoned.
I will not kill her, I will not abandon her, I will feed her regularly, like a pet owner feeds their pet, I will make her my toy, my doll to do with as I please, from now on, forever and ever
There's nothing wrong with that, is there?
Red Eye is incurable, and patients will be like this for the rest of their lives. Even Yukio, in the future, will maintain this condition, unable to remember who they were originally, and can only act on instinct. She is a patient, so she will certainly try to kill me, but it doesn't matter, since I am a psychic, I won't be harmed by her. Whenever I want to do something, I can use telekinesis to suppress her, and then I can do whatever I want, everything will be to my satisfaction, and I can act as I please.
When hungry, go to the supermarket to find food. When wanting something, use Yukio. When in danger, use superpowers to resolve everything.
What's wrong with that? I am a strong person, I have great power, and if I want something, I can just seize it by force.
Yes, even if it's Aoba, I can plunder her.
I am not particularly fond of Aoba, am I? When we were in the car, we sat side by side in the passenger seat, and our bodies were in close contact. Have I not had any wild thoughts? Let's make a decision right here. If I so wish, I can now put an iron chain around Yukio's delicate neck and find a place to lock her up, and then go upstairs and violate Aoba. These are not just thoughts, they are things that are within my grasp, if I want to, if I make the decision.
I have made a decision.
Ten seconds later, Yukio collapsed and fell unconscious.
Fifteen seconds later, I left the bathroom.
Twenty-nine seconds later, I arrived on the second floor, standing at the door of Aoba's room.
Forty seconds later, I knocked on the door.
Fifty-one seconds later, Aoba's voice came from the other side of the door: "Ninghai? Yukio? Wait a moment... I'll open the door right away." Sixty seconds later, Aoba opened the door wearing a cotton nightgown.
"Ninghai? Is there something wrong?" she asked with confusion.
"Yes, there's a problem," I said, "Yukio has fallen ill."
"Eh?" Aoba had a look of horror on her face, "Yukio, she..."
"I strangled her unconscious, and now she's in the bathroom."
Aoba immediately ran out.
"Wait, Aoba." I called out to her.
Aoba turned back in confusion.
"I'm sorry."
Aoba paused for a moment and asked, "Why are you suddenly apologizing?"
"Nothing...just thinking out loud. Although that kind of thing would never happen, if I don't apologize to you once, I'll feel uneasy in my heart."I slowly said these words.
Aoba looked at me in bewilderment, as if three question marks had popped up on his head.
