A villainous girl created by paranoia

As soon as she finished speaking, Yezi charged at me with the guillotine. I didn't know where Yezi saw my fatal spot, but I saw her fatal spot as her abdomen, an extremely easy point to trigger instant death.

There is only one thing I need to do, want to do, and must do: touch the fatal spot on Yoko's abdomen and kill her.

I had no intention of negotiating or saying anything more to her, even though she was Elena's friend, even though... she liked Elena, I didn't want to have any further interaction with her.

I want to live, to live in this world, to live out of Hanamichi's clutches, to live out of Yoko's clutches...

My hand reached into the right pocket of my skirt, where the dagger that Hua Gong had given me was kept.

Finally, when Yoko was five meters away from me, she leaped high into the air, raising the guillotine in her hand high, even behind her back, to a position where I couldn't see it, as if she was going to cleave me in two.

But the next moment I drew my dagger, launched myself forward, and stabbed at Yoko's abdomen. My speed rating is now A, much higher than Yoko's C+ rating.

Yoko is currently suspended in mid-air, so she has nowhere to grab leverage and cannot dodge. In addition, she is raising her guillotine high, completely exposing her fatal weakness for me to kill. So how could I miss this opportunity?

The dagger pierced her fatal spot with a speed that Yoko couldn't even begin to perceive. In the next moment, she would probably explode into a pile of flesh and blood, just like the people I killed.

clang...

The sound of metal objects falling to the ground...

Unconsciously, my mind still led my eyes to the source of the sound, but I knew that this was likely a delaying tactic by Yoko, so my hands remained swift, but my eyes were fixed on the direction of the sound.

That direction was right behind Yoko, and that metal object was... Yoko's... guillotine?

Then what's in her hands now?!

My pupils shifted upwards, and I saw Yoko's hands, which had been raised high, drop down with incredible speed. There was no guillotine in her hands, and her left hand blocked in front of her abdomen, while her right hand grabbed at my left shoulder.

Pfft!

Although it seems like I've experienced a lot, in reality, these things only happened in a second. A second is not enough for me to change anything, nor is it enough for me to turn the tide of the battle.

As Yoko wished, but not as I wished, the dagger pierced Yoko's left palm. The tip of the blade was still ten centimeters away from Yoko's abdomen. This time I failed, but that doesn't mean I accepted death.

There must have been a reason why Yoko grabbed at my left shoulder. As a murderer, the point of imminent death is definitely the most attractive spot. So, in Yoko's eyes, my point of imminent death is probably my left shoulder.

Although I cannot change the dagger that was thrust out, I can change my own body shape.

I shifted slightly to the right, and then two quick backward leaps created distance between me and Yoko.

Yoko, who had grasped only air in her right hand, was not angry. She slowly pulled out the dagger that was piercing her left palm and tossed it aside without a care.

"Dog Tsubaki, do you know how many people I've killed? Do you know how well I understand the characteristics of a serial killer? Your eyes are too innocent, so innocent that I can tell at a glance that your target is my abdomen."

As she spoke, Yoko poked her lower abdomen with her finger and said with a smile.

"Is this a place where you're going to die?"

Indeed, that was the case. In my eyes, Yoko was indeed poking the dark red ball of light in her abdomen with her own finger.

"What a pity, my fingers aren't yours. If they were yours, I'd probably be dead by now."

As Yoko spoke, she walked towards me, and an inexplicable sense of oppression immediately pressed down on me. I could only retreat in small steps while watching Yoko gradually approach.

But retreating eventually hit a wall, leaving me with nowhere to go.

"Actually, I had a premonition long ago that we two murderers would have the chance to fight each other face to face. At that time, either I would fall into your arms and lose my life, and you would take everything away from me, or you would lie in my arms and be burned by my jealousy and anger, and finally lose your breath."

Which one do you prefer? I'm really looking forward to either ending.

I have no intention of continuing this conversation; it's pointless and only adds to the trouble. I'm going to kill my friend, I'm going to kill Yoko, and no matter what happens or what she says, I won't change my mind.

In order to survive, I must kill her.

"Aren't you going to say anything? Really, it's so similar. No, I can't say that. Saying it's similar is disrespectful to the dead Elena. After all, you're Tsubaki."

The next moment, Yoko charged forward and instantly appeared in front of me. Then, she raised her right fist high and smashed it toward my left shoulder. Although Yoko's fist was intimidating, it was still too slow for me. The gap in speed rating was there, so I easily dodged Yoko's heavy punch with a dodge.

boom!

The moment Ye Zi's fair and delicate little fist struck the wall, it made a loud noise, and at the same time, spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the wall.

It seems that Yoko's murderous rise in power level is due to her strength rating. A-level strength is definitely not excessive, so I don't need to worry about Yoko catching me.

Using the momentum from the twist, I punched Yoko in the stomach again. I admit, this move was very risky because my back was completely exposed to Yoko. One elbow strike from her would basically leave me lying on the ground, unable to move for a long time. Although my physical fitness rating is two levels higher than that of a normal woman, I can't withstand Yoko's A-level strength.

But I am a serial killer, so I don't need much strength. I only need to touch Yoko's fatal spot. Therefore, my battle cannot be called a battle at all, because a serial killer can instantly disintegrate a person's flesh and blood as long as he touches the fatal spot.

I don't need to worry about how fierce Yoko's next attack will be, because I won't be attacked by Yoko's next attack.

But I was wrong. I made a fatal mistake, a mistake stemming from a lack of information.

Bang!

The sound of solid flesh striking flesh...

I felt a sharp pain in my back, and then I was instantly slammed to the ground. Naturally, the punch didn't hit Yoko's abdomen.

It hurts so much. Yoko's blow hurts so much. I tried to get up, but my arms barely touched the ground before I lost all strength again.

It hurts so much, it really hurts, a pain I can't even describe. I suspect that Ye Zi's blow broke my entire spine, but I can still feel the pain, so it must not be broken.

The next moment, I felt a sharp pain in my side, and then I was sent flying backward. During my flight, I saw Yoko retract her kick and then, as if teleporting, appear in front of my still-flying body. Immediately afterward, Yoko's pale hand reached out to grab my face.

I wanted to block, I wanted to defend, I wanted to dodge, but I couldn't. The pain still left my mind blank, unable to properly control my limbs to make any movements.

My vision was instantly blocked by Yoko's hand. Yoko grabbed my head, and my backward flight was stopped. However, although Yoko was holding my head, my body still bent slightly backward due to inertia. I even hallucinated that I heard the sound of my neck being broken.

Before I could confirm whether my neck was actually broken, Yoko grabbed my head and slammed it hard against the ground.

Bang!

The excruciating pain of the back of my head hitting the ground made me lose consciousness for a moment. Then, Yoko's right leg knelt on my neck. Although the metal necklace blocked the way, I still felt a sense of suffocation.

"Hehe, Dog Chun, didn't expect that, did you? Did you always think my speed rating was C or C+?"

Ah, yes, I've always thought Yoko's speed rating was around C, but...

"However, a speed rating of only C is not enough to unleash the killer's advantage. If my speed rating had always been C, I would probably have died long ago in a fight. So I have been hiding my speed rating since junior high school."

"Hey, Tsubaki, did you know? My current four-dimensional attributes are A-level Strength, B-level Speed, B-level Constitution, and B-level Intelligence, but the killer gave me Speed ​​as the attribute for my advancement, not Strength."

Yes, I should have thought of it sooner, I should have known it sooner.

In order to survive, I ignored the pain in my body and tried desperately with both hands to push away Yoko's legs that were pressing on my neck, but my hands were too weak and I couldn't push away Yoko's restraint at all. So I changed tactics and started scratching Yoko's thighs with my sharp nails.

My fingernails easily pierced Yoko's smooth skin, leaving bloody scratches on her legs. But Yoko seemed completely unconcerned by my scratches. She brushed a strand of black hair behind her ear, her face flushed unnaturally, and looked down at me.

"But don't worry, I will not let your goal fail no matter what. I will die, I will definitely die."

"If you, Tsubaki, kill me directly with your murderous intent, then I'll have died a pointless death. If I kill you, then I'll commit suicide too. If there's a hell, let's both of us murderers fall into it together."

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't make a sound because of Yoko's suppression. When I saw Yoko's right hand reaching for my left shoulder, I panicked and I was scared.

My body was trembling slightly, perhaps from pain or fear. Tears involuntarily streamed down my face. My legs were kicking aimlessly. I wanted to reach for Yoko's abdomen, the fatal spot, but I couldn't reach it from this angle, and Yoko's left hand was blocking my abdomen.

I have no chance! I have no way out! This is a complete dead end!

No! I don't want to die! I don't want to disappear! I want to live!

Yoko! Yoko! Please! Don't do this! I don't want to die!

Although I wanted to express my thoughts to Yoko, I opened my mouth but couldn't utter a normal sound.

I felt my breathing becoming increasingly difficult, my brain began to throb, and my vision started to blur, but I could still see Yoko's right hand gradually reaching for my left shoulder.

That was something more terrifying than the death knell. I could clearly feel death drawing ever closer, and I was powerless to stop it! I couldn't stop it!

Please! Yoko! Please! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!

Huh? Did other people pray to me like that when I killed them?

I think... probably not, because those people were killed by me before they even experienced the process of despair, so they probably wouldn't have had such a plea in their hearts.

Why did it turn out like this? You idiot... it's because of greed.

Elena, that ugly Elena, isn't actually as good as Yoko says.

If Elena wasn't attracted to Tsubaki's face, then Elena definitely wouldn't have killed Tsubaki, no matter how much pain Tsubaki was in.

At that time, Elena must have been thinking, "This was given to me by Tsubaki herself, I didn't steal it." That must have been her thought.

Having escaped moral condemnation and taken everything from Chun, he felt smug and without any sense of guilt.

Because, wasn't all of this given to Elena voluntarily by Chun?

So Elena's... so my revenge came. The serial killer was activated, and the price I paid for inheriting Tsubaki's beautiful face was to kill someone every week. This price led to my encounter with Hanamiya, and then my life was completely manipulated by Hanamiya.

So it's all retribution.

If Elena hadn't longed for Tsubaki's cute face...

If Elena just watches Tsubaki die in agony...

If Elena wasn't ugly to begin with...

Would all of this have been avoided? Would I have been spared this suffering? Would I have avoided dying?

But what's the use of thinking about all this? In the end, Yoko's hand still reached for my left shoulder under my desperate gaze.

Perhaps the next second my body will be like the one I killed when I killed others...

Flesh and blood exploded, leaving not even bones. My flesh and blood would splatter all over the alley, wouldn't it? Just thinking about it makes me nauseous... I almost threw up my dinner bread...

At that time, will I still be able to find which piece of flesh belongs to my face?

After all, my face is still quite cute, like a porcelain doll. It's a real shame it's shattered into a pile of mangled flesh...

不 ...

don't want...

I don't want to die...

I'm so scared! I don't want to die! I don't want to disappear!

I could feel my skin starting to crack, the flesh beneath it contracting instantly and then expanding rapidly. My skin couldn't adapt to the rapid expansion of the flesh and it exploded instantly, while my bones were blasted into pieces by the exploding flesh and blood.

I'll probably die like this...

But I didn't die.

Bang!

The sound of solid flesh striking flesh...