C20 Red Eye Disease Finished

Alphonse used his arms to prop himself up. For now, he would call that armor his body. Because his legs were destroyed by me, he couldn't stand up. He could only crawl. He crawled a short distance on the floor and picked up the helmet that was dropped next to him. He installed it on his neck.

Then, it began to look around.

"I... This is..."

A sound came from inside the armor.

It sounded like a child's voice, sharp and slender. It was hard to tell if it was a boy or a girl, and there was a slight echo, as if there was really a child squatting inside the armor talking.

"Helmet, armor talking..." Aoba said in disbelief.

Alphonse looked at her when he heard her, and she could not help but take a step back.

I said to her, "He is Alphonse Elric."

"He is?" She was shocked, "But..."

I understand her concerns. Anyone who sees a suit of armor that moves on its own will find it unbelievable.

Alphonse was silent for a moment. Then he collected the fragments of the leg armor that fell around him and placed them in front of his broken leg. Then he put his hands together and pressed them on the fracture of his leg.

With the sound of crackling electricity, countless tiny blue and white lightning bolts burst out of his hands and lit up a small circle around him.

In the lightning, the fragments of the armor on his legs automatically attached to the broken parts of his legs. They were pieced together at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in less than two to three seconds, his legs returned to their original state. It was as if they had never been destroyed.

Was this his power?

Priest had mentioned that he had the power to decompose and reassemble materials. It was only because his mind was controlled that he could not use it. Looking at the situation, Obviously, he had really escaped Priest's mind control. I was still on guard earlier, in case Priest died. If his orders are still effective, then I have no choice but to fight him again.

Now, it seemed like there was no need for this. The fact that he could use this kind of power was proof that he was out of control.

He stands up and looks at us again.

"Hello, Alphonse." I took the initiative to speak, "I am Ning Hai."

"Nice to meet you. I am Suzukaze Aoba." Aoba carefully greeted him.

"Hello." Alphonse politely said, "I am Alphonse Elric. May I ask... what is the situation now? Why am I here? I remember that I was on my way to attack Heretic's stronghold... Then..."

As he spoke, he looked around and suddenly found Priest's corpse not far away.

"He's dead?" He said in surprise.

From his words, I can guess that he probably doesn't remember what happened when his mind was being controlled. He only remembered it when he attacked Heretic's stronghold.

"You should remember him, right?" I said, "He has the power to control his opponent's mind. When you attacked Heretic's stronghold, he happened to be there and controlled your mind. Don't you remember? "

" I... I remember. "

Alphonse lowered his head and muttered to himself as if he was recalling something. However, because his face was also covered in armor, there was no change in his expression. I also don't know what he was thinking right now.

Before this, I have only heard rumors about him from the survivors. He should be a good person with a strong sense of justice.

He looked at Priest's corpse and asked, "Who killed him?"

"I am." I said.

Alphonse looked at me and was silent for a while.

"I have always wanted to ask a question." I said, "Why didn't you contact us?"

"Contact?" Alphonse asked puzzledly.

"Doesn't the phone have a contact function? As long as you use that, you can contact us." I explained, "I even called you, why didn't you answer?"

" What's a phone? " Alphonse asked a question that was out of my expectations.

It can't be, I don't even know about mobile phones. What era is it now? Only the primitive tribes can find mobile phones that don't know about mobile phones, right?

No, wait a moment. I had a flash of inspiration and thought of a possibility.

What I know is that the Black Hand has the ability to move us from one world to another. Although the world we are in now appears to be the same as the world I was originally in, if you investigate carefully, you will find that... These are two worlds. Since the Black Hand has the ability to allow people to travel through time and space, Then, it doesn't necessarily mean that I have to choose the victim from my world. You can choose a different person from a different world and gather them in a certain world to develop the so-called Squid Game.

I have always thought that Aoba and I are from the same world, but who knows, Aoba and I came from different worlds?

If Alphonse came from a world without a phone, then it was completely understandable that he did not know about a phone. It was not surprising.

"Alphonse, where is your motherland?" I asked probingly.

"Amestris." Alphonse answered without hesitation.

Indeed, it is a country I have never heard of.

"Then, do you have any impression of these countries..." I listed out the names of a few modern countries on Earth.

Alphonse hesitated for a moment and said, "No, I don't have any impression of them."

I looked at Aoba's expression. She didn't look surprised when I mentioned the names of the large countries. Instead, she was surprised that Alphonse didn't know about these countries. Could it be that Aoba and I really came from the same world? Or could it be two worlds of the same kind?

"I understand." I took out my phone. "This is the cell phone."

Alphonse looked at the phone in my hand and suddenly realized something. He opened his stomach. To be precise, it was the armor on his stomach. He took out a phone that was the same color as his armor.

"Is this it?" He asked.

"That's it." I said, "We use this to communicate, the specific usage is..."

I simply taught him how to use the phone.

During this process, I understood... This fellow actually didn't even read the message given by the Black Hand. The reason why he attacked Heretic's stronghold was because... Of course, it wasn't because of the orders given by the Black Hand. It was because he had heard about the existence of the stronghold from the survivors he saved on the way. Later, when he went to the stronghold, he saw the scene of Heretic cleaning up the survivors near the stronghold, so there was something else.

"All in all, this is the general usage." I put away my phone.

Because there are very few functions in the phone, I taught it very easily.

"Thank you for your guidance." Alphonse said gratefully.

"Speaking of which, why don't you have a body?" I asked my most curious question.

Alphonse was silent for a moment.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it or not." I'll say it.

"No, it's not something that needs to be kept a secret." Alphonse looked at his hands. "In the past, brother and I broke the taboo and attempted to use the Human body refining. We tried to revive mother, but we failed. Brother and I were taken away. Brother lost his right hand and left leg, and I lost my whole body. In order to let me live, brother fixed my soul on the armor. That's why I became like this."

So that's how it was. Priest did mention that Alphonse was the product of a human's soul being fixed on the armor.

" Can dead people be resurrected? " Aoba asked curiously.

"No, not possible!" Alphonse said firmly, "Dead people cannot be revived. This is an iron rule."

It seemed that the past had left a very serious psychological shadow on him.

Actually, I am more interested in the technique of fixing the soul on the armor. Just like what Priest said, As long as there is this technique, humans can ignore the lifespan of the physical body, but to ask for guidance now is too ignorant of the current situation. We still have to destroy the core of the ceremony first.

Without destroying the core of the ritual, without ending the ritual, the people here will become patients at any time.

I vaguely feel that as long as the ritual ends and the outcome of saving the Beaver City is achieved, we will be able to "clear" the level. If Aoba didn't remind me to view the situation from a gaming perspective, I wouldn't have thought of this.

Regarding the matter of seeking guidance on the Soul Fixing Technique, we can only wait for the next time.

No, what am I thinking about - next time? It would be best if this kind of troublesome thing doesn't happen again.

I walked in front of the ball of light that was two meters above the ground and imagined the Psychokinesis turning into a sharp and invisible long blade.

Then, I swung my blade of spirit energy at the ball of light.

In the next moment, the ball of light was like a balloon filled with water that had been pierced through. It suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny specks of light that scattered in all directions. It was like fireflies that had escaped in fright. Very quickly, even these dots of light naturally disappeared in the air.

The core of the ritual was destroyed.

"What is this?" Alphonse asked curiously.

"The core of the ceremony, roughly." I said, "Right now, Beaver City should have been freed."

I looked outside the French window.

The scene outside didn't change because I destroyed the core of the ritual. However, if I try to leave the Beaver City now, the road ahead wouldn't be cut off, right?

Perhaps the patients have returned to their original state.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket started vibrating.

I took out my phone and found that it was a new message from Black Hand. I opened it and saw the following content:

"The Squid Game is about to end. Countdown: 10 minutes."

I tried to operate it again and found that the originally empty phone's table displayed a countdown of 10 minutes.

"This way, we can all go back, right?" Aoba asked hesitantly.

We were selected to enter the Squid Game and were dragged into this world. Now that the Squid Game is about to end, logically speaking, we should also leave this world. This was a very simple reasoning.

I put away my phone.

"Ah!" Aoba suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Yukio, and Mr Miwa... They are still tied to the bed by us!" Aoba quickly said, "Since the ceremony is over, then the patients will also return to their original state, right? But they are tied up by us and cannot be untied by themselves... "

After hearing what she said, I also thought of the two of us who were tied up.

Ten minutes later, we'll probably be leaving this world. After we leave, who will help them loosen their ropes?

"I'll go" I said, "Although there isn't much time left, as long as I run at full speed... I might still be able to make it."

...

When there wasn't much time left in the countdown, I returned to the villa.

Along the way, I found that the patients along the way were all lying on the ground. They were unconscious, as if they had fallen asleep. This abnormality was undoubtedly caused by the end of the ceremony. When they woke up again, it should be before they were infected by the Red Eye.

I first ran to the third floor and cut open Mr Miwa's rope. Then, I rushed back to the second floor and arrived at Yukio's bedroom.

Yukio was still unconscious.

I waved the Hand Knife and the rope that tied her up was immediately cut open.

The phone vibrated again. It was Aoba calling.

I picked up the phone.

"Aoba?" I said, "Don't worry. The matter has already been resolved."

"That's great..." Aoba heaved a sigh of relief.

I turned around and sat down on the edge of Yukio's bed in a relaxed manner.

"I guess I will return to my original world from now on." I said.

"Mhm." Aoba seemed to be very happy.

"We are also going to part ways." I said.

"Ah..." Aoba also thought of this matter, "But after we return, we just need to contact each other again, right?"

"If we came from the same world." I added the prerequisite.

"We weren't originally from the same world?" Aoba asked doubtfully.

"I don't know either. It might be, it might not be..."

"Oh..."

"..."

"That's right! Ning Hai, can you tell me your email?"

"Can the R Country connect to the Z Country's website?"

" Eh? Can't I?"

"I don't know either... We can't connect to foreign websites, but as long as we climb over the wall... "

"I'll give it a try then."

"Maybe there will be a Ning Hai in your world, but that's not me. Then... I might be the same as that Ning Hai's email. Your email will be sent to him."

"It can't be... right?"

"Since you and I exist in this world, then the other worlds as well... Alphonse's world might also have Ning Hai and Suzukaze Aoba..."

"If the two of us come from different worlds and my world has Ning Hai, then will Ning Hai's world also have me?"

"Maybe."

"......"

"... "

"Let's exchange email first, mine is..." Aoba reported her email.

"I will remember. I have 125..."

I only had time to say three numbers before I suddenly felt dizzy.

The world in my field of vision shook and everything began to fade. Red, green, blue, yellow and purple... All the colors faded into black and white. Very quickly, even the outline of the object began to blur. The light quickly dimmed. The sound of wind, the sound of birds chirping, the sound of heartbeats, all of them seemed to be leaving me...

My consciousness fell into endless darkness.

...

...

"Ning Hai, what are you daydreaming about?"

Suddenly, my world was reactivated by a sound, just like a remote control lighting up a dark television screen.

I stiffly looked to my side.

"Ning Hai?" That person frowned.

I silently shifted my gaze away and looked around.

In the hot afternoon, in the noisy class, sitting in the back row, my nightmare gradually faded...

The old form teacher walked into the classroom with a stack of papers in hand.

"Afternoon break ended early, start the math test."

Suddenly, the whole place was filled with grief.

...

Red Eye, finished.