"It's okay," I said, "it's just that the internal organs are destroyed."

"This is also called nothing?" She was inevitably surprised. Even if a normal person has some understanding of the psychic, he may not be able to understand the depth of "whether the psychic's internal organs are destroyed, and if they can survive, then how specific the destruction will die."

"I have fought with many psychics and know the right degree," I said. "This level of internal organ injuries is fatal to ordinary people, but for these psychics, they are barely in the realm where they can recover slowly. Even if there is a case, this is a hospital, which can be treated in time."

If I had this kind of recovery ability at the beginning, I wouldn't have to treat the blood sacrifice ritual, and I would have been able to recover all my disabilities myself.

As I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel envious and disappointed with Hasegawa.

This feeling of disappointment is roughly the same as the disappointment that occurred when confronting the sheepskin killer. If you want to summarize it simply in one sentence, it is: If I were him, why would you be beaten by ordinary people like me like me like this?

It seems that I am the psychic, he is the ordinary person.

But this is wrong. If the psychic is only of this kind of thing and is just a person who is so overwhelming by me as an ordinary person, then what have I been chasing for over the years?

Of course, I hope that I am now enough to win, because I am afraid of pain, failure, and death. If no one is watching me when I am injured, I might give up playing and cry in the darkness. My heart is not tenacious enough to ignore all this.

But I also hope that all the psychics who confront me can burst out light that I can't reach.

In this way, I will feel: this is the goal I am full of longing and unremitting pursuit.

I thought contradictoryly, and walked slowly towards Hasegawa.

He supported his body with his limbs and climbed up with difficulty.

"I advise you to lie down." I said to him, "You don't want to continue fighting me either."

Logically speaking, he could no longer stand, but the psychic is an extremely foul creature. As long as he thinks that he must stand up, he can really ignore a certain degree of injury and stand up.

Hasegawa, in a normal form, should not have this willpower.

In other words, the crazy mind actually gave him some more abilities that he didn't have.

"Adam, I'll ask you something." I said.

"What's the matter?" she asked behind me.

"What we need is only his ability as a psychic. In other words, he doesn't actually need to have hands and feet, right?" I asked while moving my knuckles.

"What are you going to do?" Her voice changed.

But I have no other choice.

After all, I am just an ordinary person. "Killing him" is a slaughter, but there is no other way to "suppress him". There is no tool at hand to restrain him, and it is impossible for him to let him move around in the hospital.

Although it is not an exaggeration to say that I made him so embarrassed, this is not a reason for me to look back and even show mercy here.

Now I can only "please" him and let him temporarily enter a state where it is impossible to move freely physically.
Chapter completed!