The king is I, Diablo!

Death came at last.

Although he was hesitant about Dilo's words, his strength was not small at all, and after the Golden Experience Requiem was launched, Dilo had indeed fallen into "eternal life".

Probably after being killed in the sewer, he opened his eyes and found that he was dissected in the morgue, and after the dissection, he found himself on the main road. The moving large truck was crushed into Two-dimensional.

All in all, there are all kinds of weird ways of dying, but the interval usually does not exceed an hour. Almost every time you open your eyes, you have to think about the possible ways of dying, and there is no time to rest.

But unlike the original boss, Dillo isn't crazy.

Pain must be pain, especially when being dissected. When the knife cut on him, it was almost too late.

but...

Why do you have to fear death when you know you won't die?

Although this kind of "not dying" can be said to be completely different from eternal life in the conventional sense, but not dying means not dying, and if the fear of death is lost, the only thing left is to overcome the pain caused by death. a question.

And enduring pain happened to be what Dilo was best at.

Opening his eyes again, there is a little girl holding a balloon standing in front of Dilo. According to the original version, he should be shouting 'Don't come near me! ’ while backing away and eventually being scared to death.

But it may be because of the time traveler, Dilo just patted the little girl's head, then threw the few coins left in his pocket to the little girl, and told her to buy candy - anyway, he was close to death Far away, there is no point in keeping so much money.

Death always comes, and he also dodged an attack by relying on his memory, and within 3 minutes after that, a meteorite smashed him into ashes-to be honest, that thing really didn't hurt, because the it's over.

And Dilo, who understands this, is still fighting high.

This time I can hide for 3 minutes, what about next time?What about next time?Anyway, I won't die, take my time, I will survive one day, and then a month, a year...

take it easy.

Smiling lightly, Dilo put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly on the small lawn that he had just brushed out, breathing in the fresh air and feeling a little comfortable in his heart.

It's good to be alive.

sizzle~

There was a sound of spitting out letters, and then his calf hurt.

He lowered his head and looked at the snake that was going to be on his calf. Although he didn't know the species, he could still judge from its colorful body that its poisonousness should not be small.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Dilo didn't bother to get rid of the snake, so he simply let it wrap around his leg while lying on the grass, his mind gradually blurred.

It's just that when he was dying, the voice of the little girl came to his ear - it was the one who gave the money by himself just now.

"Uncle, Mom said you can't ask for money from strangers, but I've already bought candies, can I return these candies to you?"

"No need, I..."

He paused, and waved at the little girl with the last of his strength.

"Uncle is going to bed, go back and tell your mother, take those candies as your errand expenses."

His breathing gradually stopped, his chest no longer rose and fell, and he just lay on the ground peacefully, as if he had really fallen asleep.

......

Is it again?

17-year-old Yoshikage Kira bit his nails, looking at the portrait of Mona Lisa hanging on the wall, his expression gradually changed.

I...

After a long period of physical labor, Yoshikage Kira sat back on the chair with a dejected expression.

No, just looking at those fake hands is no longer enough for me, what I need are real, feminine, beautiful hands.

but...

He looked at his hands, although they were beautiful because they were well maintained, but no matter what, they were his hands, and they were men's hands, so he couldn't arouse his interest at all.

How to do it...

He bit his nails, his eyes full of struggle.

Of course he knows what to do if he wants to satisfy his desire, but he is very clear that it is wrong and illegal. It is not that such desire has arisen before, but he has suppressed it with reason and morality. Living.

But...he might really be unable to suppress it this time.

Desire is like a human nail, it will only grow longer and longer, and when you can't suppress that desire at all, it will devour you in turn-until you satisfy it.

So Yoshikage Kira stood up with struggling eyes, took a boning knife from the kitchen into his arms, and walked out of the house with a gloomy face.

He's going to find a pair of hands, a pair of...beautiful hands.

Walking on the street full of people, Kiraji secretly scanned the crowd like a hunter, looking for his own prey.

This just won't work...

This doesn't work either...

this only...

Scanning and struggling constantly, just when he was about to give up, he saw the beautiful woman.

Ah, what a pair of wonderful hands, with graceful shape, smooth skin, and small fingers like bamboo shoots, constantly exuding youthful vitality.

In an instant, desire swallowed up his rationality, and his remaining sliver of conscience was also hidden in his heart. He just stared at those hands stupidly, and watched the owner of those hands leave.

Suzumi Sugimoto.

He knows her and knows where she lives, so no need to follow.

Quietly left the place, looked at the dark night, a perverted smile appeared on his face.

Just wait for the night to fall.

but...

Yoshikage Kira, who was about to go home and get some repairs, frowned, looked at the purple-haired man lying on his chair basking in the sun, and took out his knife.

Are thieves so rampant now?

"Hey, who are you?"

Because he was in a hurry to go out, Yoshikage Kira did not carry a mobile phone with him, but he happened to have no intention of calling the police, because in addition to the boning knife in his hand, he also had a very strange power.

Of course, it was mainly because he was holding back his desires, so he was in a particularly bad mood. Otherwise, according to his usual behavior pattern, he would definitely have to use his mobile phone to call the police to prevent himself from being involved in trouble.

Stand-in Killer Queen, can turn everything it comes into contact with into a bomb. If it doesn't work, I can turn the knife in my hand into a bomb and throw it out, which will definitely kill the life-or-death thief in front of me.

So he wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he walked up to the man with the moldy octopus head and looked down at him with a fierce look in his eyes.

It's just that the man in front of him didn't seem to be afraid of death at all, he just nodded slightly and looked at him indifferently.

"Dillo."