He could not tell if the thing sliding down his skin was his blood or Konstinai's voice.
"Do you know, I have a bad habit …" She was a few steps away, leaning against the dressing table, staring into the darkness as she muttered.
The darkness that had split into two was still far away from her, but Yuumaru did not have the luxury of listening to her quietly.
Kobashi's face floated in the darkness, staring at him blankly, as if even his expression was frozen at the moment when he realized that he had been ambushed. He called out, "Brother Yuumaru." From the darkness, four or five hands suddenly stretched out from his chest, like a dense forest of branches, and moved toward Yuumaru.
Those arms did not even need to stretch out to grab him.
Tonight was going to be the end of his life.
Yuumaru only felt a gust of air rushing to his chest, rushing through his vocal cords, and he let out an exhaling laugh in his burning throat.
He had thought of countless ways he could die, but he never thought it would be like this.
"As long as a person is dead, I will forget what he looks like," Konstinai said in a low voice. "No matter how I think about it …"
Yuumaru stared at the darkness. He turned his feet, and as he twisted his waist, four or five hands slashed across his body. He did not feel anything, and the skin that was slashed lost all feeling. At the same time, he pulled out the hand that had been stuck behind his back.
As the wheels screeched in pain, he yanked the dresser drawer out of the drawer, drew an arc in the air, and swung it at those hands. Countless miscellaneous items, necklaces, and white cotton pieces were thrown into the air and disappeared into the darkness.
If the power of a bullet could hit a human face back into the darkness, then so could he.
Konstinai's voice paused for a moment.
Yuumaru gritted his teeth and stared at the human body that was surging out of the darkness. He used all his strength to hit the pale skin, the knuckles, and the nose. The drawer quickly broke, and half of a distorted face appeared from the broken wood. It was impossible to tell whether it was Kobashi's face or not.
"Get lost!"
He punched the broken piece of wood, smashing it and the face underneath it back into the darkness. Taking advantage of the slight gap between him and the darkness, Yuumaru used his other hand to support himself on the dressing table behind him. Dragging his injured leg, he jumped onto the dressing table and quickly steadied himself on the table. Above his head was the ceiling.
He didn't dare to loosen his gaze.
With a heavy gasp, Onamaru Si leaned close to the mirror, and a round makeup lamp was pressed against his back. Where there was no darkness, his shadow stretched across the carpet.
It turned out that when there was no light, people's eyes couldn't block out the darkness … She was really talented in killing people.
Out of the corner of his eye, Onamaru could see a part of Constantine's neck peeking out from between his disheveled hair. He could vaguely make out the shape of his spine from under his pale skin. A voice that sounded like black blood flowed out from between the bones and skin, "How clever … You pushed death back by seventy centimeters."
That was the width of the dressing-table; Onamaru could not tell whether she was being sarcastic or not.
Constantinet drew a thin breath between his teeth. "That's not bad. I can remember your appearance for a little longer … "
"If I crack open your skull," Onamaru Si said through his teeth, "your brain would probably be full of scars."
Kobashi's face peeked out of the darkness again, as if he had not been hit at all, and was as good as new.
His long arm climbed up the dressing-table, and his fingers passed through the mess. When he was about to touch the tip of Onamaru Si's foot, he tried several times, but it was not long enough and could not touch it.
It was ridiculous that such an unimaginable thing would be limited by the length of a human's arm.
"Do you want to see?" Constantinet asked. She seemed to have the ability to distort reality; the words that came into contact with her voice and breath would change and change. At that moment, it was as if what was wrapped around her was not a long dress, but a messy, folded bedsheet.
Onamaru Si laughed again, but there was no humor in it.
He raised a hand and smashed a light bulb on the corner of the dressing-table, and the room suddenly darkened a little.
"When there's no light, our eyes can't stop the darkness from advancing, right?" As he spoke, he smashed another two light bulbs. "How about it? Are you willing to die with me? "
Constantinet was silent for a moment, which was rare.
"I really couldn't tell that you're a romantic like me." She sighed faintly. "It seems that I have to say it now …"
"Say what?" Onamaru Si's heart skipped a beat.
When she paused, he made his statement with the fourth broken light bulb.
The room was already half dark. He did not know if it was an illusion, but the darkness in front of him seemed to be surging and quietly invading a little.
"Alright, stop fighting." Constantinet's tone was like he was coaxing a stubborn child. "You should also know that anyone sitting in my position will not lack enemies."
"So?"
"I will never allow myself to be trapped in a certain place," she said slowly. She said slowly, "Every place I go, I make sure that in the most urgent and dangerous situation, I still have a way to escape."
"You mean, you hid a way to escape in this dressing-room," Onamaru Si was startled and said, "but you have been in the room until now?"
He had long known that this woman was crazy, but he did not expect her to be this crazy.
"If you weren't so crazy," Constantinet said confidently, "I wouldn't have told you about it. Help me."
She stretched out a hand without turning her head. Onamaru Si hesitated for a moment, still staring at the darkness, and felt her hand in midair.
Their fingers were intertwined, and both of their hands were wet and sticky with his blood. They bit each other tightly.
When Constantinet also climbed onto the table, their bodies almost covered the row of light bulbs above the dressing-table table. In addition to the one that Onamaru Si had broken, only the side light on Constantinet's side was still on. In the dimly lit room, even the door was submerged. There was only a thick, rolling darkness, sniffing and probing toward the two of them.
"In the ceiling of the dressing-table," Constantinet raised her arm, "there is a blocked exit. It used to be a ventilation duct."
He heard the faint sound of cloth sliding down her skin, followed by the sound of a piece of ceiling being knocked on. It sounded empty.
Floating in the room, the darkness that occupied most of the space seemed to have an unbearable appetite. Its face and body churned in the black fog. Unknowingly, it was no longer possible to distinguish which mass of darkness was facing Konstantinai and which mass was about to devour Onmaru Norimori.
The piece of ceiling was quickly dismantled and thrown into the darkness as if she was throwing away rubbish. She was so casual that it was as if she was feeding a dog.
"It's open," Constantinet said angrily. "Now we just have to climb up. The only problem is … to climb up, we have to open our eyes. Who wants to go first? "
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