That's still a story from when you two were neighbors.
When Ansheng Kehiko returns home from school, Sandcastle Dream, three younger people in her neighbor's house, anticipates the timing and is bound to call her cell phone.
Hearing stories of staring down the street from the window of the house and watching him go home all the time, Kehiko was happy to pull it off slightly. Something that keeps me waiting for my existence.
"What do we do today?
"I want to go to the forest of the euthanasia general. Bullet Collection"
A pattern has been established whereby Kahiko asks and the coming dream expresses hope. And the two of us go play. Sometimes I play in my dream house. In front of Kehiko, he was dressed properly even in the house. It was my mother's idea.
Laimeng and Kehiko were dependent on each other, and there was no other being who could be called friends. It was the only thing that opened our hearts to each other.
From my dreams, I was close to my family, but I can't fully open my mind enough to deal with Kehiko. I was so annoyed by the existence of a family that I had created a discretionary separation in my coming dreams.
Meanwhile, when it comes to Kehiko, even his family can't forgive him. I was bullied at school and abused by my parents, so if I try to be a Khiko, I only have one dream to come to. Strongly put, I play mixed up with the two occasionally, about the flowers of my sister in my dreams, but I'm not as forgiving as I am in my dreams.
The two go to the forest of the euthanasia general and play in search of the falling bullet, arguably a trace of the backstreet organization's struggle. The two of us are talking a lot in the meantime.
"I wonder if it's the bullet that pushed through the meat or the bullet that failed to serve"
A dream to say that while picking up a bullet.
"There are quite a few people who also die without fulfilling their role"
"Don't say that."
To the words of my dreams, I feel a little nasty, Khiko. I've been in middle school for a year, so I'm starting to think about my future. What kind of adult is a weak, humble self who has no place in school or at home? That scared me to think that nothing could become a gear to society and a useless adult ending up as Neat.
"I want some help. I can't wait until I grow up. I want something."
Staring at the bullet, a dream comes and runs like that.
"Come on, you're only ten years old."
"It doesn't matter if you're only ten or something. Whatever. I want to if I can find a job that I like and work for. I saw it on TV during this time. I'm only eleven, but I'm talking about a kid who works as a child. He's been on stage since he was four, so he said he's already stained his actor business, and he's alive thinking about it all the time. There's something I can be passionate about, I envy. I want to be passionate about something too. I want something."
"Oh well..."
My dreams have long been a child who thinks much more adultly than a child my age. And then he's smart, and he's knowledgeable. He says he doesn't go to school, that getting a communication education at home isn't enough, and he always reads difficult books. In fact, he was much more knowledgeable than Kehiko, and he had been taught a lot from his three-year-old dreams.
"Brother Kehiko has nothing to do?
"I don't have any particular... That's empty."
Asked by his coming dreams, Kehiko ran those words. If you look back later, that's when it started. What makes my dreams frequently say the word empty?
"Human beings who can live doing what they want to do are happy. I say very few people like that. That's a lie. Most people end up choosing the path that suits them best. It looks like it to me. People want to do things, but they can't tie you to something, they're just making excuses. An excuse not to be able to help. An excuse not to throw away the bondage. An excuse not to try because it's hard. But... I can't find what I want to do in the first place, no. What can I do to not find the ideal way of life itself? Do I just have to live like a plant?
The words of the coming dream sounded real.
Kehiko always feels it. Dreaming is an unusual child. Not only is he smart, but he has a different sensibility than a normal person. It has the unknown power of the bottom. She is also blessed with her appearance. Still, I'm starving. It seemed to Kahiko at this time that he had the power, but could not outperform it, as it had become the misfortune of his coming dreams.
(Dreaming is a special guy. A special, dreamy guy admires a guy like me who has nothing to gain. That's just like a miracle)
When I think about it, Kehiko becomes miserable.
(I happen to be able to talk to him about my coming dreams, so I can listen to him about this guy, so that's all the coming dreams chose me. That's all. I'm sure this guy will be out of my reach one of these days. In time, I'll find someone who deserves this guy much more special than me. Must be. And I'll be alone)
It was a hunch and a fear that had always been in Kahiko. And in the wake of one incident, Kehiko, whose feelings were twisted, later thinks about it, goes out into stupidity and extreme action.
One day, my dreams were bloody and smiling in front of Kehiko.
"The evil that was afflicting Brother Kehiko has been dispelled. I tormented him to death."
That's what I said. My dream was to let Pei throw his crushed head at Kehiko's feet.
Kahiko despaired. He said it was his fault that he turned his dreams into a monster. He said he was absolutely special and that he must have ruined the life of his coming dreams for which a glorious future awaited him.
The coming dream looked strangely at the desperate Kahiko's face. My dream was to kill all those who were tormenting me, so I thought Kehiko would be happy. Yet a completely unexpected reaction.
Thus, Kehiko disappeared from before the coming dream.
After that, Kehiko acted as nothing but a rampage.
A dream I've had modified at the Snow Oka Institute to kill those who are bullying me. To emulate that, Kehiko also visited the Yukioka Institute and volunteered to experiment with human beings. I didn't just want the flesh to be messed with, I also wanted a change in personality. Because he was weak and therefore assumed to have caused this tragedy.
As a result, Kehiko loses her temper, but doesn't stay just that, and her anger, jealousy and willingness to kill swirl. On the day he was remodeled and returned home, he impulsively killed his family.
Kahiko was even more desperate. He said he turned his dreams into monsters, and he became monsters himself.
I didn't want to make my fallen self look like a dream, and Kehiko left the house. The fact that I killed my parents is also readily known to my dreams. Just thinking about that fact makes me want to die. I can't be on the side of my dreams anymore. I don't want to be seen. That's how he escaped.
After that, I kept suppressing the rage that kept boiling, and the days of walking around all over Japan.
He continued to escape using the abilities given to him at the Snow Oka Laboratory, but within that time, the police also appeared to chase paranormal abilities, which sometimes sealed the subspace tunnel, making the escape itself difficult, and Kehiko became aware of his ruin.
Meanwhile, for the purpose of helping Kehiko, the dream of renovating him at the Yukioka Institute and carrying out the murders he had wanted and endured before, under the great name of helping Kehiko, came to grief in the face of the fact that the Kehiko he had helped disappeared shortly afterwards. It's a development that I couldn't have anticipated at all, and I have no idea why Kehiko disappeared.
"There's no sin, no soul admits it. Angels shine in the mud.
There's no sky. I won't keep my word. Fallen angels in the mud. They're crying.
She's cute. I'm not leaving because I want to see her forever.
Sad scream, I won't let you go because I want to hear it forever.
Bad Heart Dances Bad Heart Sings Bad Heart Flies Along
I don't need punishment. I can't judge my soul. I'm bored in the mud, angel. Glossy.
I don't need the sky. I won't fly forever. I'm smiling at an angel who offended me in the mud. "
After Kehiko disappeared, Lai Dream spelled a poem expressing his pity, even wrote a song, and kept singing like every day.