Chapter 35 Final Chapter of the Tower

The moon watches everything.The fire cloud in the west of the sky reflected on the moon, tinting the full moon pure red. The ridge on the top of the moon draws a symmetrical pattern up and down with the lake shoreline as the axis of symmetry, forming a belt of different widths, which is horizontally framed on the opposite bank.The dense forest turned into a black shadow in the middle of the belt, and the appearance of the tree trunks emerged like a striped pattern. The surface of the lake becomes a huge mirror, reflecting the evening sky.A full, blood-stained moon loomed vaguely across the mirror, seeming to skim over an upside-down ridge.

It was so quiet. There is a birch forest on the west bank of the lake, and the leaves on the branches have lost their green color and turned black. There is an old mansion in the depths of the birch. The creepers covering the outer wall also blended into the twilight-filled walls. This dark building does not seem to be a thing of this world, as if it shows the outline of a different world. From this huge black mass protruded a tower pointing to the sky.It also turned into a black silhouette at dusk. On the east side of the tower, just below the spire, there is a French window.There is a balcony outside the window, and a man is leaning on the railing.

The man is as motionless as the surrounding landscape, like a statue.The red moon shines on the terrace where he is, decorating it like a stage. The woman is falling, falling and falling.To the ground, to death. It is said that at the moment of facing death, one will review one's life in the brain.In the moment before death, all the scenes of life will flash before the eyes in an orderly manner like a revolving lantern. She was constantly falling towards death, and this phenomenon also happened to her body. This girl named Soma Kazumi debuted as a writer under the pseudonym Tatsumi Marumi, her work was adapted into a game, and she fell in love with a man she met.When she knew that this man loved another woman, she killed her out of hatred, and then until she was pushed away by the man—the important things in her life, and the unimportant ones, were all disorganized. She rushed on the road to death, flashing before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

At this moment, she saw the scene of the past, heard the sound of the past, smelled the smell of the past, tasted the taste of the past, and felt the touch of the past. But time relentlessly returned to reality, and the time for memories was over. Her eyes passed through the dangling hair in front of her eyes, and she saw the wall of the tower sliding backward at a rapid speed.The ears heard the sound of air rushing past, and the skin felt the pressure of the wind squeezing the body. The forest rustled. She looked down—or should I say above, and in the distance of the hairband, she could see the stone floor of the outdoor platform quickly approaching her.The ominously patterned stone floor, drunk on another woman's blood a month ago, was there in sight.Then--

While her whole body was being impacted, there was a huge sound in her ears, part of which came from inside her body. He had already closed his eyes tightly to guard against this moment, but his field of vision was filled with white light, and there was still a red afterimage.Then the color disappeared.Her eyes could no longer see any color. The moment it hit the ground, the body swelled, and it seemed that the back and limbs had swelled by more than three times, but he lost his senses at some point.The information from the body could no longer be transmitted to her brain, and it was impossible to judge whether the information from the brain was transmitted to the limbs.

I don't know if the body below the neck is still there. The sound also disappeared.No sound could reach her ears. She ended up with only the senses of smell and taste, but all she could perceive was the smell and taste of blood.The blood gurgling from the nostrils accumulated in a pool. She choked, and the remaining rationality finally made such a warning. But she didn't sneeze because her breathing had stopped. This is the dim ceiling space. The stairs stretched down along the wall, and the man walked down the stairs. There are people in the corridor on the second floor. The man walked up to the man without saying a word.

"Ten Rivers—" "Tiantong—" Men know that the other already knows everything.But he has to speak up. "Tatsumi jumped down." The man's words echoed hollowly in the high ceiling. Because this is the process, the man must report the matter even if he knows it is a lie.Moreover, the other party who probably also knew that this was a lie had to nod after hearing it. Although there are only these two people, although no third party has seen it, it cannot be omitted.This is a ceremony for two people for themselves. "Call an ambulance." After the other party finished speaking, the ceremony was completed.Facing the back of the other party leaving, the man lowered his head meaninglessly, of course he couldn't convey anything to the other party walking down the dark stairs.

Then the man looked up at the space through the ceiling. Dim lights all around revealed the stained stone walls and the spiral staircase along them. There is no salvation in this tower.