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I felt the chill in the mountains grow stronger, so I went back to my room and closed the doors and windows. Tomie lay on the bed without moving at all, and his posture did not change, lying there quietly like a dead corpse. I looked at her face by the bedside for a while, and I couldn't resist the sleepy insects when I shook in the car, but when I calmed down, I didn't feel sleepy at all. In order not to get bored, I decided to write down this experience of myself.

Just like he once did in the apocalyptic fantasy, not only to record his adventures, but also to organize his thoughts and observations. Yes, just like reviewing your coursework, it's a good habit to keep your grades high.

When I think about this, I can't sit still anymore and can't wait to get this job done.

There are no tables, but there are kerosene lamps, workbooks, and ballpoint pens in the cabinets. It seems that no one has used it for a long time, and the original owner should still be a child, using this pen to scribble on the homework book, and each piece of paper has been used up on one side, and I can only write my own things on the other side.

As I lit the kerosene lamp, I wondered who the original owners of the farmhouse were, and where they were. The kerosene lamp was on, and I placed it in the corner of my bed, so I shielded myself from the dim light for fear of disturbing Tomie, who was sleeping soundly. I sat at the head of the bed, rested my homework book on my lap, picked up a ballpoint pen, smelled the smell of kerosene wafting from the lamplight, and felt as if I was wandering in the long river of time, coinciding with the back of a time in the past.

I know it's a hallucination, but these objects left in the cabinet may have been used by some child not long ago. On this night, with the faint kerosene light, I drew my childish fantasies on the homework book.

Thinking of this, a sense of peace and tranquility flooded in my heart, as if the darkness and evil that had always surrounded me had been dispelled by this light.

When I pick up a pen, where do I start? I wanted to write a complete story about all my experiences, but it's impossible now, and I had similar thoughts in Doomsday Vision, but in the end I just wrote down the outline like a table of contents. There wasn't much time left, so I had to do that.

So I woke up in that public toilet and made a list of what happened to me. Since I wasn't a person who paid much attention to time, the dates were a bit blurry, and the idea of recording them in a time format was shattered. However, when I started writing this new diary, I remember what happened in the past month and what I thought at the time, as if a clear stream of time flowed in front of me, and I was surprised by the richness of my feelings and the complexity of my thinking at that time.

So I wrote down the first line of my actions, the second line with parentheses to indicate what I thought at the time, the third line with middle brackets to indicate what I thought now, and the fourth line with curly braces to indicate what I had gained from this adventure.

Sakiya, Saoe, Tomie, Morino, Yamashige, Hakkei, Shirai, Whisperer, Goat Union, Security Bureau...... A feeling of fulfillment rippled through my soul, those waves that did not stop at all, and its pace was so fast that perhaps ordinary people could not have it in a lifetime. I buried myself in it, ruminating my triumph and frustration, my joy and my fear, my exhaustion and my determination.

I counted the people I had killed, and although I had been prepared, the number was still outrageous. Especially the innocent people who were killed by the murderer Takakawa, those bartenders, I felt guilty, I felt a kind of heaviness of life extinguished, and I wished I could turn back time, but it was just delusion. Now, I can only carry this weight all the way.

Happy times turn into trickles of pen and ink, and painful times make my arms sore, but when I hold the pen, there is a force supporting me to record it, listening to the voice of my truest self between the lines. The sound seemed to have a wonderful chemical reaction in my body and soul, and faintly, from the magic pattern of the bowl in my left hand, there was a black fire of purgatory scorching everything that made me up, and in those cells, personalities, thoughts, spirits, and souls, particles of impurities were discharged, mixed with tears, and slid down my face.

Then my heart became clear.

When I came back to my senses, my adventures had filled the gaps in my workbook. I stopped my pen and stared at my scribbled notes, and the lead in my heart fell deep into an abyss, never to be seen again.

"What are you writing about?" Tomie's voice came from behind, and I turned my head, suddenly realizing that there were still tears on my face, and quickly wiped it with my sleeve.

"You're crying? For what? Tomie asked, obviously a question sentence, but she seemed to know the answer, using the tone of an affirmative sentence.

I thought that this question would shock my vulnerability, but unexpectedly, looking at Tomie's face, my heart calmed down.

"I don't know what to do." I said, "Maybe it's sad." ”

That's right, those complicated emotions are calcined, leaving only a faint sadness.

Tomie didn't ask for what he was sad about, for whom, and even if he asked, I couldn't answer. She leaned in and looked at the diary in my hand by the light of a kerosene lamp. I graciously handed her the notebook, and I wanted her to see the words that recorded my truest self.

Tomie didn't speak, gently ruffled his hair, and quietly flipped through the paper, his face flat and focused. She feels completely different from before, almost making people feel that it is not Tomie here, but another person.

Is it another personality? But it's not like Zuo Jiang.

“…… Tomie? ”

She looked up and stared at me with that flat, focused look. For a moment, my soul seemed to be sucked in by those eyes that suddenly became deep, and I saw something terrifying hidden in the depths.

Indifferent and cold, like an unsheathed dagger, but extremely hard and cold.

Not like a human, but something else in human form.

"I'm Mae, Achuan." A small smile flashed on her face, but when she looked closely, she didn't find any expression, and that smile didn't feel like a spring breeze, and there was no resemblance to Zuojiang and Tomie...... Mask.

Yes, I remember, the mask and hood that matched her combat suit were almost identical.

Calm, indifferent, black and icy flames, symbolizing power and evil.

I subconsciously used intelligence identification on her.

Name: Amae

Age: Twenty-three years old

Occupation: Severely mentally ill.

Weapons: A type of critical hedging weapon

Rating: C+