Infinite: Dawn Game

Blood and gore filled the air, along with the filthy, nauseating stench and the shards and bones from an exploding heart, splattering all over Mu Gui's face.

The air around Mu Gui was thick with the stench of a "drug person's" heart exploding.

His hand, which had just thrown the glass bottle, was still frozen in place.

It was covered in chunks of flesh and blood, as if it had just come from a "drug-using person".

It looked like it was pulled out of his chest cavity.

The "drug victims" next to them had already fainted from fright.

The only "drug user" who was still somewhat conscious witnessed the entire process, his lower body a wet and messy mess.

...He didn't want to die, at least not now. Even though he was living a life worse than death every day, he still didn't want to die...

But just now, the "medicine man" who was killed by Mu Gui was still laughing before he died... laughing while screaming in agony...

Doesn't he want to live?

The man, also a "drug person," was puzzled but dared not utter a single sound.

"..."

Mu Gui, covered in blood, stood frozen in place for a very long time, so long that even the "medicine people" who had fainted from fright began to move before he slowly raised his head.

"I didn't, I didn't kill anyone..."

Mu Gui wiped his face and looked dazedly at the "medicine man" who was secretly opening his eyes and looking at him.

The "medicine man" was so frightened that he tried to beg for mercy, but then he heard Mu Gui ask him:

"I didn't kill anyone, did I?"

"The Drug User": "..."

He nodded fearfully, "Yes, yes, yes, you, you didn't kill anyone, you didn't kill anyone..."

Mu Gui's stiff expression changed, and he slowly pulled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a strange, forced smile.

"Yes, yes, you're right, I didn't kill anyone... He is, he is, he is..."

Shepherd Gui walked to the cross, looked up at the "medicine man" whose chest had been blown open and whose flesh had been torn apart, and lifted the man's face with trembling hands.

"Look, look!"

Mu Gui, his delicate yet pale face contorted in surprise, looked at the "medicine man" beside him and exclaimed:

"Look at his mouth! He's smiling! He's smiling, do you see?! That's him, that's him who committed suicide! That's him who committed suicide!"

The "drug person" next to him nodded repeatedly in fright.

He now wished he could faint like the others. Why hadn't he fainted just now?

“…I didn’t kill him,” Mu Gui said, lifting the face of the dead “drug victim” and stroking his torn and bleeding chin.

"You committed suicide...you committed suicide..."

As Mu Gui spoke, his eyes went blank. He seemed to have convinced himself and suddenly let go of her hand.

The head of the "drug man" was supported by only a thin layer of skin and flesh.

As soon as Mu Gui let go, the "medicine man's" head broke off from his body and rolled once on the ground, his eyes staring intently in Mu Gui's direction.

"……not me."

Mu Gui bent down to pick up the mop, and began mopping the floor with his back hunched over, his body covered in dripping blood.

He seemed oblivious to the "drug man's" head falling off, mechanically continuing to mop the floor.

"He...he committed suicide...he's still alive, he's still smiling..."

As for the unfortunate "drug person" who was still conscious—after seeing the head of another "drug person" fall off, he finally got his wish and fainted from fright.

In the laboratory filled with the stench of blood and decay, only Mu Gui, hunched over and shivering as he cleaned, remained conscious.

He kept repeating words like "suicide," "shut up," and "don't say anymore," and his bent back straightened little by little over time.

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dong dong dong-

The knocking broke the silence inside.

Zhou Yuanyang, who had been dozing off on the sofa, slowly raised his head. His gray eyes, visible on half of his undamaged face, flickered, and he said gently:

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the first player to enter lowered his head and trembled.

"Bishop Zhou, Sister, Your Excellency the Sister has arrived."

"Yo?"

The nun walked into the room in high heels and casually turned on the light switch by the door.

Why isn't Bishop Zhou turning on the lights again?

There was a click.

The dim and cold room was instantly illuminated.

The player who had pulled over closed his eyes, revealing the bruises on his forehead under the light.

Zhou Yuanyang glanced at him, his gaze lingering for a moment on the other's obviously twisted wrist.

"What happened to the hand?"

Zhou Yuanyang asked gently.

"!" The player shuddered, instinctively wanting to look at the nun who had entered the room, but forced himself to freeze.

"I... I accidentally... I broke my wrist while walking..."

That statement sounds obviously false.

But Zhou Yuanyang didn't pursue the matter further. He raised his hand and lazily yawned, revealing dense bite marks all over his arm, fingers, and the back of his hand.

"Go find someone else in the church to heal yourself, and close the door."

"Yes!"

The player was overjoyed, immediately lowered his head, quickly stepped back out of the door, carefully closed the door, and then ran away.

Great! Great! I can finally leave!

The thickness of the door does not provide adequate sound insulation.

The sound of the player running away quickly reached the ears of the two people inside the house.

The nun covered her mouth and chuckled, then lifted her skirt and sat on the sofa, winking at Zhou Yuanyang.

"Bishop Zhou's men seem a bit timid? How come they ran away so fast?"

"Oh?"

Zhou Yuan looked up at her, his chin resting on his hand. His half-burned face wrinkled slightly, like the dry bark of an old tree wriggling.

"Wasn't it you who broke his hand, causing him to be afraid?"

"Tsk."

The nun scoffed with dissatisfaction, "Who told him to be so spineless? For a woman like me to break his hand so easily, he can only be called a piece of trash, right?"

Her words seemed to imply a certain disdain for men who could have their bones broken by women... But in reality, what the nun hated most were men who looked down on women.

Oh, that includes women too.

Zhou Yuanyang simply chuckled softly upon hearing this, offering no comment.

"I have something important to discuss with you."

Sensing the seriousness in Zhou Yuanyang's tone, the nun raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What's so serious?"

The nun glanced at Zhou Yuanyang's hands, which were covered in bite marks, and chuckled:

"Your Excellency, you wouldn't tell me that your dear little centipede is sick, would you?"

Hiss--

Seemingly sensing the teasing in the nun's words, a slightly impatient, rustling sound suddenly came from something under Zhou Yuanyang's loose robes.

Then, a large, jet-black centipede slowly crawled out from the collar above Zhou Yuanyang's chest, its red antennae on its dark red head attaching to Zhou Yuanyang's Adam's apple at an extremely strange angle.

Zhou Yuanyang: "..."

He raised his hand and gently touched the centipede's head—then his finger was bitten again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The nun watched with amusement, laughing exaggeratedly: "I think this little centipede is very unhappy, isn't it? Look at you, bitten by her, you're really in a terrible state."