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Chapitre 98

Don't go!

Kiba held Yoko tightly, not letting her leave.

Suddenly, he opened his small eyes wide and looked at Yoko.

Two red stripes ran down the military uniform and dripped onto the floor.

"Mr. Kiba..."

"Positive……"

"Please... forgive me..."

Yoko left Kiba's side, quickly snatched the box from the table, and ran towards Mimasaka. Pipes crackled and popped as they detached one by one, scattering colorful liquids as they sprayed onto the floor.

Mimasaka grabbed Yoko's shoulder and took advantage of the brief moment of opportunity to escape to the wall.

"pain!"

A scalpel was inserted into Kiba's side abdomen.

Kiba fell forward, and Aoki ran to his side.

"Miss Yoko! Is this really the right thing to do?"

Kyogoku-do shouted.

Fukumoto hurriedly ran outside, intending to call for backup from other officers. Toriguchi took his place guarding the door.

I couldn't move an inch.

Yangzi shouted, his voice loud enough to tear his throat apart.

"I'm going to hell with this person! I'll close my own story!"

No one dared to move.

Yoko hugged the box and leaned against Mimasaka.

With a tragic expression, her face was as beautiful as if she had put on makeup.

"Yangzi".

"Dad, this way we can continue the experiment."

"I understand. Let's go, you won't regret it, will you?"

Toriiguchi sensed the officer's arrival and was about to open the door when the two of them moved.

"Ah, the elevator!"

I screamed as loudly as I could.

Apart from Bird's Mouth, only my position allows me to see the elevator.

"Stop! They want to die!"

The floor, covered with organ boxes and blood vessels resembling tombstones, slowed everyone's movements.

By the time Toriko arrived, the elevator doors had already closed.

"Oh no!"

Yoko, Kubo, and Mimasaka disappeared into the elevator.

"Don't worry, there are police officers guarding the area."

Aoki, clinging to Kiba, yelled. Masuoka, regaining his composure, shouted:

"Look carefully! It's not down, it's up!"

"above?"

Does this building have an upper floor?

"You can take the elevator to the roof!"

The light bulb flickered on and off.

"The spiral staircase only goes up to this level."

Fukumoto led Kinoshita and several police officers into the room.

A booming sound and a deep bass. All of it.

It has stopped.

The box was plunged into complete darkness.

※

I've been scammed.

I was deceived by that cunning and cruel scientist.

I didn't intend to kill them. I just wanted to put them in a box.

Why did they die? Perhaps women were destined to die from the very beginning? Since ancient times, humans have breathed and eaten in order to weaken and decay. It's just that this process was brought forward for them.

As long as you obediently enter the box on your own, you won't die, because only when your mind is corrupted will your body follow suit.

I hate being branded as a criminal.

Was it the wrong way to put it in? The wrong box? Or the wrong way to remove it? So, before being caught by the police,

I want to know the correct way to do it.

Scientists say:

"There is only one way to avoid being seen as a criminal."

"It's about making yourself—a victim."

I don't understand what he means.

"Let me teach you the correct posture of the human body."

"There are too many unnecessary parts in the human body."

"Whether it's internal organs, bones, or muscles, they are all just machines to keep the brain alive. The human body is merely a carrier of the brain."

"Such a fragile and dangerous vessel has no reason to exist."

“We should replace it with a more robust and durable vessel. That way, we can survive for hundreds or thousands of years.”

Can you distinguish between dreams and reality?

"If you live your whole life in a dream, how will you know it's a dream?"

"Alright, let me remove the excess parts for you. Don't worry, I can do it. That way, people won't see you as a vicious criminal, but as a pitiful victim. Don't be afraid, I know exactly what you want to do. You just need to live your second life peacefully in this box."

"Alright, put it in the box."

My heart leaped with joy.

It actually worked! It's just that the method was wrong.

I feel a little happy.

Finally, I can be like that girl, like Kanako Yuzuki.

It's inside the box.

My brain felt like it was melting, and my consciousness was completely blurred. But no matter how much time passed, the fog in my mind wouldn't dissipate, and the line between happiness and unease swirled.

I can't move my hands and feet. I can't make a sound.

The box was completely dark; nothing could be seen inside.

All that could be heard was the roar of the generator and the sound of liquid flowing in the pipeline.

Do we have to spend hundreds or thousands of years in this state?

Difficulty breathing.

Brain paralysis. Paralysis like being electrocuted.

I can't make a sound even when I try to call out. My throat is dry and burning.

When I tried to use all my strength from my dantian, I realized I had no abdomen.

It's terrifying. This is hell. This is the eternal, relentless torment of hell.

A hundred million years of regret and repentance swept over us.

Ah, I really envy those girls. They must have known this would happen, which is why they died so young.

By the way, plants—just treat them as plants. The chaotic nature of plants can bring happiness.

No, perhaps minerals would be good too. I long for that hard, stillness that is so close to that of inorganic matter.

But I am an organic substance.

No, I am Kubo Shunko.

Or is it that I am no longer human?

Inside me, animals, plants, and minerals began to coexist.

The thing called Kubo Junko no longer exists.

diffusion.

Like mist, I filled every corner of this box.

I became the shape of a box.

It filled every corner, forming the perfect shape of a box.

This is not happy at all.

The decaying entrails of the women I killed filled my brain. Neither human nor wood or stone.

The murky liquid flowing in the pipes is the juice of rotting flesh.

I am a monster of wood and stone who lives by devouring rotten flesh.

Yes, I am a demon.