Chapter 925: 925 Three Preambles

She dreams.

Dream of the Red Cat.

She thinks even when she's awake.

About the Red Cat.

What the hell is that?

It's exactly what you call it. A cat with a bright red colour all over her body and a slight glow. But his eyes are black, like a dark space in his eyes.

I don't know if the red cat has body hair. I can't really recognize my hair because my whole body is glowing red.

The Red Cat is - someday, a vigeon I've come to think of in her.

She knows the truth.

I have another self in me.

The other is badly eclampsia, violent, destructive, and incapable of dampening the urge. Then he is brutal and even selfish.

The identity of the Red Cat is just a cat. It's the white cat that was her cat.

The other one in her broke it for the reason that it didn't work out the way she wanted. I thought about removing the flavor and trying to make all the white hair red, etc., and carefully dyed all the hair bright red.

The red cat burned to her memory. The Red Cat began to live in her heart. The Red Cat was integrated with the other self.

The Red Cat is an incarnation of intent to kill. Sometimes it rumbles in her. She has made an effort to contain it, but gradually became uncontrollable and gradually grew larger.

She always wonders. Why do the deceased dispute? Why can't we get along? Why can't we treat each other with compassion? That cat went from white to red because she was not compassionate with herself and scratched herself. But many people in this world are similar to that stupid cat.

A red cat dwells on her. Red cats are the result of death, red cats are the sign of death, red cats are the foretaste of intent to kill, red cats are the trigger of intent to kill, red cats are the other self.

Later she found out. the word crawl the red cat and what it means. She thinks it's just the right fit.

I can't really remember when that was. Anyway, an old story.

Kurumi American madness and evil hate everything.

The first thing I hated was my parents. The parents became visibly obsolete by the action of a dreamband illegally modified by Kurumi.

But it was discovered that it was Kurumi's fault, and he was arrested and naturally fired as was the manufacturing company for the dream band he was serving.

After he came out, he did fine business on the back street as a mad scientist specializing in the manufacture of illegal dreambands.

Kurumi only seemed evil, neither man nor man's world. It was simply something whose life would not be rewarded, thus becoming a personality full of antithesis.

What is causing people to become evil? Kurumi wonders if that's a brain.

Then Kurumi concludes as soon as possible that you can mess with that brain.

Kurumi met a certain person. She was also the owner of an idea similar to her own.

And Kuruma tries to experiment through her. Now be thorough on the back so you don't find out. If you do it through her, she'll be suspected first, even if she finds out. If anything goes wrong with her, you just have to run away right away. I thought so.

"Please contact me regularly. As a matter of course the results of the experiment, if you ever feel at all irregular, contact me and talk to me."

If something unexpected happened, it was Kurumi, who was ready to fly fast. Even though you and your opponent are residents of the back street, the experiments you are about to carry out are clearly the ones that take people's lives. If they find out, the police will definitely turn their hands around. Without the asylum of the big organization, without the power and connections, like that Junko Yukioka, I don't have one.

That was a few weeks ago, but Kurumi was suspicious that she hadn't heard from her since.

Makoto Kie currently lives with her mother. I used to live with my brother and my mother for three.

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My mother powdered herself and worked for me to raise myself and my brother. As a result, I broke my body and laid down in a medical condition.

My brother, thinly, took the money out of the house and evaporated. Thanks to this, even just poor houses became unnecessarily poor. I also got a debt.

The only way to do this is to get a good backstreet job, but I really don't feel it fits. I avoid things that disparage or hurt people as much as possible, but I remain conscious that I am nevertheless responsible for evil, and I am frustrated by guilt.

Makoto was a freelance haulier. Even if the rewards were cheap, they only chose jobs that were as risk-free as possible. Even if it's cheap, I get a good amount of money.

Even though I intend to avoid danger as much as possible, I have been exposed to it several times. The life-threatening training ground also crept through several times. Those experiences became a lot of stress for Makoto and eventually Makoto got sick in the heart.

Makoto, who is going to a mental clinic or to an exchange between people who are residents of the same back street and have heart disease, was particularly healed by the latter. That exchange, named "The Dark Sabbath," had so many gentle and serene people that they didn't think they were residents of the same back street - they didn't think they had heart disease. Makoto almost always went to the Dark Sabbath on days without work.

Makoto's heart gradually stabilized as he continued to interact in the Dark Sabbath and treat with Dream Band.

It was about that one day.

Makoto, who returned from the Dark Sabbath, prepared dinner as usual.

"I always want to be sorry."

My sleeping mother jokes and tells her son, who brought a meal to his pillow.

"Drug injection not saying that......"

And Makoto's dialogue, which he tried to return with a joke, stopped along the way.

"Makoto...?

Obviously, there is something wrong with Makoto, which makes my mother look suspicious. My son's expression is vain.

(What...?

Makoto's consciousness sank into darkness. No, it's not even dark. There is no white or black, a completely colourless darkness that disappears of any color.

But in that colorless world, suddenly a colored being appears.

A cat whose whole body shines red. But only those eyes are black. There is no white eye area, and the eyes are black, as if they were giant.

Eventually, Makoto's consciousness is repainted to something else. My heart is filled with just one emotion.

"Makoto!?

My mother nodded. Because the pupils of my son's eyes, which looked down at me, were scattered to an unusual extent. The closer the iris area is to the line, the blacker the eyes are buried.

Towards his mother's throat, Makoto pierced the chopsticks with no expression.

My mother's face is distorted by amazement, fear and pain. He was surrounded by bottomless fear and despair at the sight of his son, who lived in lucid madness and willingness to kill himself without any hesitation.

faceless, stabbing the chopsticks over and over again. Blood splashes. A few cuddly intermittent screams rise, but eventually the voice disappears as well.

Eventually, Makoto's scattered pupils revert, and his expression also returns to Makoto's face. The movement of shaking the chopsticks stops.

"Huh...?

Seeing the tragedy in front of him, Makoto was stunned. A mother who is torn throat airways and arteries and is bloody and ends up with a distressed look. Myself holding a bloody chopstick.

Makoto understood what he had done. I had a good memory of killing my mother.

"Mother...? You're lying...? Why... why am I doing this..."

I had memories, but I could not very well accept the reality in front of me. Suddenly my heart was stained with killing intentions and moving according to nature and its impulses. And the peaceful world to defend was broken. I was trying to protect it. I was breaking it.

That was a few days ago.

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