The more Renault thought about the past, the louder the auditory noise became in his ears, until his entire being was completely enveloped in a deafening noise. Shouts, tearing, explosions, wood being broken, metal being twisted, and guns, gunshots! The sound of the firing pin hitting and the sound of the bullet crossing the rifling were heard clearly by Renault. He wanted to stop himself from pulling the trigger, but his hand seemed to be made of iron and could not move at all. Gradually, this stiff feeling gradually spread to all his limbs. The whole body began to become cold and hard like a corpse, and even the things seen in the eyes seemed to be played frame by frame. The bullet seemed to fly into a super viscous liquid, advancing infinitely slowly, and it seemed that it would never reach its destination.