Mathematical Bliss (9)
So that was it. It seemed the people of the City of Ultimate Bliss really didn't know much about the grave sin of murder.
Following Keke's gaze, Fu Qian had undoubtedly noticed the change in Brother Tough Guy as well. He knew death had truly arrived.
Unfortunately, although Keke was certain he would suffer retribution, she hadn't felt any changes herself yet.
Besides, given the sounds and conversation inside the room, the listeners outside could surely figure out what had happened.
And yet, even now, no one had pushed open the door to physically deliver him to salvation and claim a share of the merit.
It seemed the others didn't approve of opening the door without permission.
So...
"Thank you."
After politely replying to Keke, Fu Qian casually drove the now-clean candlestick into his chest.
It was easier to aim for his own heart.
Murder and suicide—surely this crime could get no worse?
Darkness...
Hunger...
Crawling...
Feeding...
Delicious...
Darkness...
Still hungry...
Still crawling...
Still feeding...
So delicious...
Darkness...
Still hungry...
Still crawling...
Still feeding—will die.
So delicious...
Darkness...
Still hungry...
Still crawling—will die.
Still feeding—at risk of death.
Delicious...
Darkness...
Still hungry—at risk of death.
...What danger?
What danger...
What danger—Sanity Value depleted.
The darkness, impossible to judge as either long or short, finally came to an end.
Fu Qian's first reaction was to draw a long breath, taking in the concept of sight, regained after its loss, and the elements in the "picture" before him.
A short ladder, a raised platform, candles, a round window... Still brilliantly lit, in gold and white.
The architectural style was unusual. It seemed to be a small religious site.
Yet its colors and materials made it obvious that he had returned to the City