Chapter 23 Kind People Are Like Flowers

Someone got out of the car, with hurried footsteps and a caring voice.

Is this another script? Using hypocritical expressions and words to develop the plot of the story for the man, the boy thought of this and viciously slapped away the outstretched hand. The man cried out in pain, was silent for a moment, and finally continued to approach firmly and gently.

It was a temperature that would make him cry whenever he recalled it in the future.

But the darkness was too huge, and he was such an unloved child who brought misfortune to others. Perhaps he was born to suffer these things, or perhaps when he left there, he took away some filth from hell, so the good people who helped him suffered harm that they should not have suffered...

He could no longer remember part of what happened afterwards. He only remembered that she told him to run away quickly, another car blocked their way, and she went to argue with them... He was just focused on running away, until he ran far away, he vaguely heard a scream.

His feet went weak and he immediately rolled down the mountain. As the world was spinning, he had no time to feel the pain of branches and stones piercing his body. A huge rock stood in front of him, blocking his way. He felt a pain on his forehead and darkness quickly came over him.

When he woke up again, it was already daybreak. The sunlight stimulated him to open his eyes. He stared blankly upwards, not knowing where he was for a moment. A piece of clothing was draped over his body, and his hands and feet smelled of medicine. He looked around and found himself lying on a hard, long wooden chair, surrounded by some people who were talking.

"Are you awake?" A woman in blue noticed him. She came closer and said, "Don't worry, the ambulance will be here soon. When you get to the hospital, your body won't hurt anymore..."

The boy grabbed her hand fiercely. He wanted to say something eagerly: "He is still chasing me. He wants to kill me!"

The woman comforted him: "Don't be afraid, this is the police station, no one will hurt you."

She was about to say something else when a noisy sound came from outside the door. Someone came in carrying something, accompanied by whispers: "Is that the one who called? Did she go to the mountain alone?"

"It's pitiful. Such an accident happened suddenly in the middle of the night. I don't know how sad her relatives must be."

"Alas, he was already dead when we got there. I heard that the car overturned and rolled down the cliff."

"I heard from people who went to the scene that she didn't die immediately. There was a slope nearby and she had been climbing up. Her hands were bleeding. The slope was steep and long, and no one knew how she climbed up. But if that wasn't the case, it would probably take us even longer to find her."

The boy's head buzzed and he saw a wisp of long brown hair hanging down from the white cloth. He suddenly jumped up and crawled to the stretcher. When someone tried to stop him, he tried to push them away like crazy. If they didn't work, he would bite them with his teeth. Until he saw the face of the person lying there, tears instantly burst out of his eyes.

"Ahhhhh!!" He roared in pain. He threw himself on the person and grabbed her clothes tightly. Under the clothes was a cold and dead body. The huge guilt and intense pain overwhelmed him like a tsunami. He suddenly felt a desperate hatred, even more hatred than in the dark basement. He curled up his fingers and his whole body began to twitch.

"What's wrong with this kid? Ah, quickly pull him away! What's wrong with him?"

"Is she sick? Or is she too sad? Could this be her child? I heard that she also told us about a child when she called us last time and asked us to save him."

"Why didn't you wait where you were after you called?"

"Hey, it seems like my phone fell on it. I only had time to say this one sentence. It's all for the child..."

The boy could no longer make a sound. When emotions reached their peak, a person could not make any sound. He was gasping for breath violently, and it seemed as if something filled his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe the outside air. Someone was giving him first aid. He could hear the sounds from the outside world fading away, and he knew that something was different about him.

A monster was born from his body, it tightened his soul and laughed wildly in his empty heart.

Her sacrifice was so insignificant that more than a decade later, the police station only recorded one sentence in the document, "A woman accidentally fell from a mountain." No one knew what she had done, or what impact she had had on others. Even when investigating Nagakawa Usuke's crimes, people did not pay attention to her at first. A life just disappeared so easily.

Kind people are like flowers, blooming in the wilderness, and no one ever takes a second look at them.

In the end, Shinji Inada could only listen to the police's response to his accusation. He looked back and left.

Luo Zhi Xingzi was waiting for his answer. This woman was usually aloof and taciturn in the newspaper office. She didn't get along well with her colleagues, and no one knew that she had been thinking about that past incident for so many years. Takashi Keiaki was a little bit enlightened. He knew why the publishing house sent two editors to take over with Nagakawa Usuke. There was a reason for this.

Shinji Inada dodged his gaze and said, "I'm sorry for her."

"Then live on!" Luo Zhi Xingzi screamed, "Do you think that you've avenged her and that's it? Why do you just leave like that? Aoi is such a person who loves life, a guy like you... why did you try so hard to escape from there?" She choked up, "You've already escaped, but you give up so easily, what do you think of her? She doesn't want these, you just live in this world peacefully and full of guilt!"

Shinji Inada couldn't help but be distracted. He had never thought that after doing all this, he would still get the advice from "her" to "stay alive". He shook, and the knife in his hand dropped a little.

"Now!" A figure suddenly swooped over from the side, and before he could make up his mind again, he tried to grab the knife in Shinji Inada's hand with a clear goal. He subconsciously blocked it with his hand, but was counterattacked by the other party in an instant.

"He's a master!" Shinji Inada was surprised. The two sides quickly exchanged blows on the edge of the platform.

"It's Xiaolan!" Conan's eyes widened, and Kogoro Mouri was also very surprised. But soon, anxiety surged in their hearts.

"How could it be?" Conan didn't understand: "Why did Xiaolan suddenly come out?"

But probably no one except Xiaolan could do this. Her moves were sharp and swift, and each attack hit Shinji Inada where he could not rescue in time. The opponent tried a few moves, and the dagger was knocked to the ground. Conan quickly kicked it away.

Shinji Inada was a little stunned. He had never thought that this weak girl, with whom he had communicated several times, would be so fierce and abnormal at a certain moment. He dodged sideways repeatedly and finally avoided several kicks. Seeing that his hope was slim, he gritted his teeth, took the next blow, rolled on the ground, and quickly ran under the fence.

Xiaolan didn't have time to be surprised. She ran over there without hesitation. When Shinji Inada was about to lean over and jump, she suddenly pounced forward and grabbed his back foot.

Shinji Inada tried desperately to move forward, but Xiaolan held his feet tightly. She fell to the ground, with bruises and dirt on her face and hands, but she refused to let go. Shinji Inada wanted to turn around and push her hand away, but Xiaolan just looked at him stubbornly. Outside was the sky, and he was only one step away from being free.

He couldn't move his feet. He asked sadly: "Why do you have to go to this extent?"

"Because if I don't save Mr. Inada today, I will definitely feel guilty later," Xiaolan smiled, "It will be very painful not to save a life. I will definitely have nightmares at night. I will think that this will definitely not be one ten-thousandth of Mr. Inada's pain, because someone else sacrificed for you. Thinking about such things will make me sad and unable to sleep. My heart hurts. I don't want to live in regret in the future, so I must save you. The reason for this is probably because Mr. Inada and I are the same person!"