"In other words, the pentagram was left by a monster?" I asked.

Sakiya nodded slightly.

"It's still in your body?"

She nodded slightly.

"Can you control it?"

She shook her head.

"Does it still want to eat?"

Sakuya raised her head, and her glasses fell under the bridge of her nose, and you could clearly see that the black eyes were like glass, emitting an inorganic glow. Her gaze had a force that made my armpits sweat oozing from under them.

There was no shadow to be seen in the fluorescent hall, but it was as if some kind of heterogeneity was changing shape from the "window"—her eyes. I was so stunned that I almost forgot to breathe.

…… It's delicious, Takakawa-san.

I suddenly heard such a voice, and I came back to my senses. Sakiya was pushing her glasses on, and her eyes were full of doubts through the glass lenses.

"What's wrong? Achuan. ”

"Oh, no...... What did you just say? ”

"I didn't say anything." Sakiya replied very naturally.

She blinked vigorously, as if she had lifted a heavy burden, and her whole shoulders slackened. I think that horrible and self-reproachful experience has haunted her like a nightmare ever since that day. Because it was too heavy, it sank too deep into the heart, so when I met him, it didn't reveal it at all. Even if you can really forget everything you have carried, there must be indelible traces imprinted in your soul.

Every day when I walk under the street lamp and see the shadow and the factory, I will be bound by those black sticky substances and unable to move.

I asked her if the thirteenth black-robed man was really Morino. Sakiya nodded hesitantly, shook her head again, and was just silent at the end. It was just a guess in her memory, and she didn't really want to know the answer at all.

"Why do you want to summon that evil thing? It destroys humanity, doesn't it? Sakiya whispered to herself.

Maybe she didn't need an answer either, but I interjected:

"Biochemical bacteria can also destroy human beings, why do people still enjoy it?"

Because it kills.

Because it can manipulate human life.

We all know the truth.

Sakiya goes back to her room and closes the door, I think she needs to be quiet by herself.

Sakiya's memories allowed me to find more puzzle pieces, and after finishing the chores, I locked myself in my study to sort out all the clues I had so far.

Because everything that could be connected was of a theological nature, based on her description of the monster and the sacrificial ritual, I would tentatively name the monster "Demon". In this way, like the end of hell, the mythical six-eyed hellhound, the demon summoned to reality, forms an incomparably huge legendary structure.

Laugh or not.

Extrapolating along this thread, it is easy to conclude that the end is coming because the demons of hell want to destroy humanity.

But there are still unclear factors. Where does the Doomsday Agent sit in the whole affair? If you don't understand this, you won't understand the purpose of using the Doomsday Illusion to screen the "Chosen One". He, or does it lead us to gain power from the dead, monsters, and demons, and is it to destroy humanity? Or do you want to save humanity?

My mind went back to the problem I had been facing recently, and I drew several circles with a red pen on Morino's name.

Although it is uncertain whether Morino is one of the black-robed people who summon demons, she has a lot to do with the cult that has recently appeared. I was interested in this cult, not only because the decipherment of the unknown gave me pleasure from my brain, but also because it was already a real threat to the people around me, and I wanted to get that way to summon and exorcise demons, so I decided to go deeper.

I know that this is a very dangerous act, and all cults treat their enemies and strangers exactly the same, like mad dogs, and even death cannot make it loosen its mouth when it bites it. Stubborn, extreme, and bloody beliefs will give them strength beyond mortals.

And, obviously, they don't just have blind faith, they also have the mystery on which their faith rests - they can really summon demons.

A node can summon a demon.

According to the diary, the point where reality arises must be someone returning from the apocalyptic illusion.

To be able to obtain this information, among them there must be the Chosen One who knows the details of the Doomsday Illusion, or even the veteran Demon Pattern Messenger.

Since the gray stone that Morino handed over to the cult was obtained from Shirai, maybe that factory building is where Shirai returned?

I had to be ready before I went to Morino for tea. Tomie still has no news, and this time he has to do it himself.

Although I have lost my memory, I have become familiar with the use of magic patterns during this time. Although I didn't make any progress in my evaluation of self-information, I felt like I had a good idea of what my talents were through the game of coin toss that I was constantly playing.

When one's attention is focused on an object, one can perceive other factors that affect the movement of the object, quantify, calculate, speculate, and draw conclusions back to the body and coordinate the movements, all in a very short time that is almost imperceptible. This results in the effect of a hundred steps through the poplar.

This is not a shooting talent, but a complex talent that involves the judgment and adjustment of a series of precision movements.

I think that's a great talent. Everything in the world is influencing and being influenced by other things, and all factors form a huge network centered on the target. As long as one node is pulled, the movement of the other nodes can be observed.

For convenience, I've named this talent "chain decision".

Maybe one day, through chain determination, I don't need to touch the target directly, but just exert an influence on a certain factor that connects the target, even if it is just a sentence, and I can have an accurate effect on the target.

As scientists have described, "A butterfly flapping its wings can create a storm across the ocean." ”

The only difference is that I will know exactly the scale, location, and effect of this storm.

I don't care about the possibilities and power of this talent, but I have an unrivalled interest in its final form.

I suspect that this is because of the dream that was born in junior high school - to become a dynamicist, which is working. I've always felt that the so-called "Frankenstein" who pursues the ultimate is a very glorious name.

In order to reach the goal, an improved version of the coin toss game was included in the schedule. ,

How can a coin that has been confirmed to be hidden behind an obstacle accurately hit? Taking it a step further, how can the coin be accurately hit after rolling into the obstacle and continuing to move?

Mapped to marksmanology, it is the use of ricochets, and the indirect chain reaction of bullets on the target.

After finishing my schoolwork, I kept sorting through my materials late into the night. Before going to bed, I went to the kitchen and cooked noodles for a supper.

I finished eating the noodles and was about to smoke when Sakiya came out of the room.

The dim sconces shrouded the dining table. She hugged the rabbit puppet tightly and hid in the shadows behind the lamp, standing quietly in the doorway, like a ghost.

My gaze fell on the shadow, and I thought I could see a strange shape, but there was only a chaotic darkness there.

"I hear my mother's voice again." Sakiya's voice seemed to float from afar.

From behind the open door, there was the intermittent cry of quarks.

"Quark is noisy."

"I'm so hungry."

"I'm afraid I can't help it."

I listened to her in silence.

"Ah Chuan, let me sleep with you, okay?" Sakiya said.

I put the cigarette back in my pocket and went back to the room with Sakiya. The room was air-conditioned and felt as cool as late autumn. The wind blowing from the balcony rang the wind chimes by the door, and the crisp sound washed my soul.

Although lying next to Sakuya, there is no reverie at all. Warmth came from the soft body under the sheets, and I gently stroked her head, her breathing quickly weakening.

The sleeping Sakuya clung to my pajamas like a straw to avoid drowning.

I closed my eyes and listened to the wind chimes until all my thoughts turned into a clear spring and flowed quietly.