Although it was around six in the afternoon, already considered dusk, the sun still hung high in the sky with no sign of setting, casting golden-yellow sunlight everywhere outside.
The light was plentiful.
However, the underground parking garage in front of Kurozawa was shrouded in darkness because the thick concrete ceiling blocked the light, and there were no lights installed at the entrance. At first glance, it looked like the dark, gaping maw of a monster ready to devour someone.
Furthermore, many people dislike going to places like underground parking garages alone.
The cool, eerie environment often brings up many unpleasant thoughts, and numerous homicides and murders have also taken place in underground parking garages.
"Even during the day, they can't resist their predatory instincts and will seek out humans to hunt."
Kurozawa muttered to himself as he walked over.
"Lefty, have you ever had the urge to kill someone?" After stepping into the shadow with one foot, Kurozawa shook his left hand.
Actually, Parasitic Organisms are not like Demons, which must rely on eating people to survive.
They parasitize humans and obtain nutrients through the human body.
This means that as long as they eat the same food that normal humans eat, they can completely replenish their energy consumption and don't necessarily need to hunt humans.
Kurozawa speculated that their constant hunting and devouring of humans was more due to interest, or perhaps their nature.
At the same time, a small mouth-like slit opened on the back of his hand.
Lefty said frankly, "Yes, I have."
If the host were an ordinary human, to ensure a more harmonious symbiosis between the two, it might not have been so blunt.
But in Lefty's perception, it had already regarded Kurozawa as another type of monster similar to itself, never viewing him as human. Therefore, it had no reservations in saying such a thing.
Kurozawa was a little curious and pressed further, "Was it hatred born in your heart, or hunger and craving, or driven by other desires?"
Lefty was silent for a moment before hesitantly saying, "I'm not quite sure."
"That feeling is hard to explain. I can only say it's an instinct rooted in my soul."
"It's like a newborn baby crying out for milk; it's an innate biological instinct."
"It's just that our instinct is to hunt humans."
"Creatures like us with singular instincts are more like tools created with a clear purpose."
"This makes me very confused."
It had said a lot at once, and at this moment, it seemed slightly lost.
Kurozawa knew that within Lefty's rational voice, there was actually a great deal of confusion about its own origins.
It had absorbed a large amount of knowledge about Earth through the internet, and its current knowledge reserve far exceeded Kurozawa's imagination, but it still couldn't understand its own roots and was still completely clueless.
Kurozawa didn't ask any more questions and focused on walking.
He had already entered the underground parking garage from the entrance.
Lights were installed on the ceiling of the garage, but perhaps because they had been used for a long time, they appeared dim and yellow, casting an eerie glow on the surroundings.
The cars parked on either side, in this quiet, dark environment, were like silent behemoths, staring silently at the visitor.
The smell of blood was getting stronger.
Following the scent of blood through the labyrinthine garage, Kurozawa made three turns and finally saw the source.
A large pool of blood.
There were also pieces of shattered corpses on it.
A broken arm, tangled black hair, and a woman's head full of fear and despair.
The scene was somewhat horrifying.
Besides Kurozawa, there was another person there.
He was squatting beside the bloodstain, holding the woman's head in one hand and examining it carefully. Since his back was turned to Kurozawa, he hadn't noticed Kurozawa approaching.
"What the heck, I thought something interesting was happening, but these monsters are no different from me."
"Turns out it's just killing."
He mumbled in a low voice, pressing his finger on the woman's lips and rubbing them back and forth.
"A human?"
Kurozawa initially thought this person was a Parasitic Organism, but there was no obvious sense of danger from him; he seemed completely ordinary.
However, what was slightly strange was how an ordinary human could be among a pool of blood and flesh, playing with the fragmented corpse. Most people encountering such a scene, under normal circumstances, would have already screamed and fled, then called the police.
Lefty, which could sense the mental fluctuations of its own kind, didn't give a warning, meaning that the person in front of them was, as Kurozawa thought, not a Parasitic Organism but a human.
"What are you doing?"
After getting about four meters away, Kurozawa spoke calmly.
The moment he heard the voice, the man was clearly startled, abruptly stood up, and turned around to stare at Kurozawa.
Kurozawa also saw the man's face: a buzz cut with almost no hair visible, a gaunt and disheveled face, covered in dirt, and a small, thin physique.
Uragami's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to almost the size of pinpricks, his mind uncontrollably trembling.
"Hey, buddy. I was just passing by here and saw these dismembered bodies."
As he spoke, he was still dangling the blood-soaked head in his right hand.
Seeing the look in Kurozawa's eyes, he realized his mistake and quickly put it on the ground.
"I just felt she was too pitiful, nothing else."
"I didn't kill anyone, I'm just a bystander."
Uragami nervously explained, observing Kurozawa's expression and movements without blinking.
From his demeanor, he seemed absolutely terrified of Kurozawa, as if facing some monstrous flood beast.
But the two had clearly just met for the first time.
Kurozawa's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke with interest, "How did you find out?"
Humans in this world didn't possess any particularly special abilities; they shouldn't have been able to know about his uniqueness.
Even Kana only had a sensory connection with him and didn't know that her own brother was actually a very dangerous terrorist.
Uragami stammered, cold sweat beading on his face.
"What? I don't understand what you're saying."
Unlike those parasitic monsters wearing human skin, just standing there, this monster in front of him made him feel as if he was seeing a sky full of blood, surrounded by wailing, despairing creatures.
Kurozawa took a step forward, his eyes sharp.
"Stop pretending, your expression management is terrible."
"Also, your heart rate, pulse, blood flow speed, and breathing rate have all quickened significantly."
"Very nervous? Why are you so nervous seeing me for the first time?"
Seeing that he had been discovered, Uragami had no thought of resisting. All his usual ferocity and ruthlessness vanished, leaving only the docility of a lamb.
"Intuition, it's just my intuition," he answered nervously.
Kurozawa rubbed his chin, then said thoughtfully, "Intuition... It seems you also know about the changes happening in human society recently."
Uragami was slightly startled, but quickly understood Kurozawa's meaning.
After that starry night filled with faint green streams of light, he had noticed many anomalies walking in the streets and alleys. He could distinguish them at a glance, but few other people could detect them.
Uragami replied truthfully, "Those monsters that parasitize humans? They feel terrifying, but now it seems they're just eating people, nothing particularly impressive."
Eating people, hunting humans for amusement – these were things Uragami himself had done, so naturally, he didn't find them particularly special or frightening.
He even had a strange feeling that, aside from lacking that eerie ability, he himself might be the same kind of being as those creatures.
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