The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

"Coke..." Aatrox silently read the name of the drink in his hand, and took another big sip. "It's a strange name. I think it's better to call it Dark Water, and it's more in line with the characteristics of this thing."

"If you like, you can call it Dark Water."

"Well... Forget it, let's use your mortal titles."

"Aatrox."

"Ok?"

"How do you feel about this world? Do you use my body to get back the feeling you once had?"

"Not far." Aatrox shook his head, with a hint of sullenness and loneliness in his tone. "This world is so boring! Weak and troublesome! As for getting back the feeling I once had, it's even more impossible! My glory, my glory like a god! It's gone forever...Damn Twilight Star spirit!!"

"But you at least re-experience the feeling of freedom?" Mu Bai asked again.

This time Aatrox did not deny it, but his tone was still not very friendly: "This kind of freedom is nothing but mercy in the prison! It just took me out of the small cage and brought me to another slightly larger cage. !No fun, no fun!"

"Then do you want to destroy the world?"

"I wanted to, but now..." As he said, Aatrox turned his head and looked at the people not far away, which frightened them a lot.

"That's all. This world is weak, but it has many annoying extraordinary powers. It's too troublesome for me to kill, and I may not get the corresponding reward. I'll wait for you to find a way to go back for me."

After a short pause, he added in a very uncomfortable tone: "You are not allowed to waste any more time for me in the future! You must find a way for me to go back as soon as possible!"

"I've tried my best, but it's really hard to find a way." Mu Bai said, "If you really can't wait, you can also try to destroy this world, maybe you will go back."

"Ok?"

"what happened?"

"It's hard to imagine that coming out of your mouth, maggot."

"No difference."

Another moment of silence.

Aatrox finished the can of Coke that was so out of proportion to his size.

"I can feel my control over my body dissipating," he said calmly. "You're almost fully awake, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Mu Bai didn't deny it, "Do you want to take advantage of this last moment to kill a few more people?"

"That's all, it doesn't make me happy... Tell me what you saw and heard just now, and take it as a thank you for not killing your companion." Aatrox squeezed the aluminum can in his hand into a A piece of aluminum, after a moment of hesitation, he still didn't stuff it into his mouth.

"Alright." Mu Bai didn't refuse, and slowly told what he had seen and heard in the "dream".

After handing over control of the body to Aatrox, Mu Bai's attention was all on the "parasite".

The latter opened the door of the "Secret Chamber" and plunged into those huge and useless memories.

The endless memories make it very enjoyable to eat, but it gradually feels a little boring-these memories are all of the same "taste", although a large amount can make you feel full, but eating too much will make you tired.

Ever since, it exited the secret room again.

When the door of the secret room closed automatically, it came to the other side of the depths of consciousness.

What is sealed here is a memory that spans time and space—the memory of Blue Star.

It saw a child in those memories, about five or six years old, with a complete and incomplete family...

Snapped.The parasite released the memory and left—its goal was to eat good memories and bring back painful ones, and this memory obviously belongs to the latter, not in its recipe.

It continued to search and found another memory.

At this time, the child had grown to ten years old, and the background seemed to be a ward, surrounded by several nurses urging the child to take medicine, and there was a kind old man who seemed to be from the orphanage in his memory. long.

In the end, the old man left, and the child obediently took the medicine.

Snapped.This memory is not an edible memory either.

The parasite wanders, and this time it finds a memory that it might eat—the kid was smiling and looked like he had something to be happy about.

The child held a lighter in his hand, and in front of him appeared to be a house engulfed in flames.

That house...was where the child lived?Home?Mental hospital?Or welfare home?

There are wailing sounds and calls for help... This memory seems a bit weird, and it doesn't seem to be a good memory.

The parasite was a little disappointed and continued to wander.

But the following memories are almost the same.

There are no good memories to linger on at all.

Damp and dirty alleys, rotten and moldy food...

Pure white walls, cold instruments, sharp needles...

The parasite continued to wander, and finally found a good memory in a remote corner-there were cola, desserts, friends, laughter...all the pleasant things.

But just when it was about to feast, its body began to gradually dissipate.

It was the ability of the demon of memory to be interrupted.

The parasite wanted to eat as much as it could at the last moment, but a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed its tail.

Then, stuffed it into his mouth.

And that good memory seems to have increased a little bit...

"That's how things are." Mu Bai finished.

"So, you don't even have any good memories?" Aatrox seemed to have heard a very interesting story, "Before the last memory?"

"Not necessarily." Mu Bai said, "It's just that the proportion may be a bit small."

"It's no wonder you've become so crazy, you want to eat everything." Aatrox's words were sarcasm, but there was no sense of sarcasm in his tone. "Sometimes, I even think you are more crazy than me."

"Because you were once a great warrior of the gods."

"And you were just a poor sewer maggot? Hehe..."

Aatrox's laugh was not as sharp as before.

He looked up towards the sunset, and the darkin carapace on his body began to peel off by itself, and the horns on the top of his head and the wings behind his back were gradually retracting.

"Give it back to you—your disgusting body."

"Well, thank you for the compliment." Mu Bai's voice gradually projected from inside to outside.

He opened his eyes and saw the familiar sunset.

And... Pava holding two cans of iced Coke.

"Money-greedy devil! You have finally turned back!"

Pava jumped up excitedly, the Coke in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Hey, my uncle just went to buy it for you!"

"Thank you." Mubai accepted the iced cola with a smile.

After taking a sip of Coke, he suddenly understood the source of the demon of memory—the reason why the world fears "memory".

[There are all kinds of weapons in the world, but the past hurts the most. 】

Chapter 56 Machima's Embrace

When Mu Bai returned to the hotel, his hands were already handcuffed.

"We will explain the situation for you, don't worry." When parting, Hayakawa Akira comforted. "As for this pair of handcuffs... I'll offend you first. After all, Ms. Mazima is not a demon hunter. We need to give her some form of security. Do you understand?"

"Yeah." Mu Bai nodded slightly, suddenly felt a little ridiculous - ridiculous in every way.

There was no way the flimsy handcuffs could trap him—everyone knew that.

In addition, Maqima is indeed not a demon hunter, but she is the demon itself, and her power can basically destroy the entire island country alone, and she needs several demon hunters to consider the "sense of security" for her.

Qiu and the others... knew too little.

But...sometimes the less you know, the happier you will be.

"This matter is justifiable, I believe Miss Maqima can understand you." Hayakawa Qiu pushed the door in front of Mubai, but did not follow in. "We will help you too... After everything is over, shall I treat you to a Tokyo barbecue?"

"Remember to serve it with Coke." Mu Bai squeezed a smile at Hayakawa Qiu and the others, and then walked straight into the room.

Machima's room.

The beautiful woman was sitting on the sofa—a side seat, the empty seat next to her seemed to be specially reserved for her.

"Good evening, Xiaobai." The gentle and sweet smile remained, and the clear and pleasant voice seemed to have nothing happened. Everything today was just a not-so-good dream.

"Good evening, Miss Maqima." Mu Bai sat on the vacant seat next to the other party - indeed it was reserved for him.

"You look fine?"

"Ah."

"Are you fully awake yet?"

"perhaps."

"Then do you remember what happened today?"

"I went to the embassy alone to slaughter the demon hunters."

"and then?"

"Then..." Mu Bai lowered his head and was trying to remember, but he still shook his head after a while. "Can not remember."

As soon as the words fell, Aatrox's strange cry sounded in his mind: "You clearly remember! You cunning and cowardly maggot!"

Of course, only Mu Bai could hear this voice.

Mazima nodded thoughtfully, and then said bluntly: "You seem to have fallen into some kind of uncontrollable madness today, destroying an entire block, and the casualties and property losses caused are still being counted."

"I'm deeply sorry." Mu Bai lowered his head again, as if repenting his sins.

Of course, just like.

Aatrox could clearly "see" him playing with the lint and furballs on the couch.

After a moment of silence, Mazima continued: "When you were out of control today, you not only killed everyone in the embassy, ​​you even treated me..."

Macchima stopped suddenly in the middle of her sentence.

Mu Bai didn't bother to ask what the second half of the sentence was - in fact, he knew it.

Just like what Aatrox said, even if he didn't know it when he was "offline", he would get all the memories of his body when he "online" again, and of course it would be clear what he did before.

Isn't it a big deal to chop off Machima's head 17 times, pierce the heart 21 times, divide it into two parts 13 times, and cut it into several sections 35 times.

Although Maqima is not truly immortal, she still has hundreds of millions of "resurrection coins", so dying a hundred or eighty times is really nothing.

According to the content of the contract, all the harm she suffered will be transferred to the citizens of the island country.

Therefore, as much population as the island country has, she has as many resurrection coins.

The number of deaths in less than three figures is as small as a drop of water in the ocean in front of a nine-figure population-the consumption rate of the resurrection coins may not even keep up with the growth rate.

"It might be better to have amnesia." Mazima suddenly said something inexplicable.

"Can I not lose money if I lose my memory?" Mu Bai's focus is also strange.

"Even if you don't have amnesia, you don't have to lose money, because it's not your fault—it's the fault of the American demon hunter who made you lose control."

"That's good."

"But...you may still need to accept the ruling of your superiors, can you?"

"As long as you don't lose money."

"Yeah." Mazima smiled brightly, and then conjured a key out of nowhere. "Is it uncomfortable to be in handcuffs? Come, let me untie them for you."

"Oh good." Mu Bai handed his hands to the other party.

The two smooth white hands were busy on his, and they inevitably touched a little during the process of uncuffing the handcuffs.

Soft, smooth, tender, and warm...