Chapter 106 Chapter 106 Three Parties

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"The essence of man is evil desire. Evil desire constitutes history and the future."

"Trampling desires underfoot, rubbing shoulders with pollution."

"Great Mother."

Mo Shiyu slowly slid down against the wall.

He tilted his head back, gasping for breath exhaustedly, his fingers gripping the floor tightly, veins bulging from his neck, his tattered clothes soaked with sweat, and not only his skin, but even his bones, had bright red lines growing along his spine, then gradually disappearing into his flesh.

It's so hot.

He stared at the ceiling, motionless, as if he had not yet recovered from what had just happened.

For some reason, Mo Shiyu seemed to be able to sense what was happening behind the surveillance in front of him.

Just by looking him in the eye, you establish a connection with the Nest Mother.

He transformed the opponent's body into a hive of contamination.

The piece of flesh that crawled out of the old man's body melted after it was separated from the old man's body, and fell to the ground, becoming a mixture of snow-white flesh and distorted human faces, like the organs of some creature, or soft and rotten internal organs, oozing with beautiful and dirty sticky liquid, overflowing from the room and crawling towards Mo Shiyu.

Return to the embrace of the great mother.

Mo Shiyu heard the piece of meat say this.

The nest mother herself is the end point of pollution.

At this time, Mo Shiyu has not even fully evolved to maturity.

He looked down at his bruised and bruised hands, thinking with a trembling heart.

monster.

Mo Shiyu didn't care at all about how other people remembered him as a sickly man covered in blood, but he hoped that in the store manager's memory he would look good.

This was his only, tiny wish after going through so much.

The one I remember was a college student with short hair, poor Japanese, and a part-time job.

Kind of nice and clean looking.

Now it seems like a luxury.

He closed his eyes and laughed muffledly.

...store manager.

He had nothing in his hands, he could bring nothing and he could take nothing away.

Mo Shiyu stood up, staggered to Vodka, took out his cell phone and edited a message to Gin, then took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, put it in his mouth, and slowly walked out.

****

Tokyo, evening.

It was still early, and students who had just finished school were strolling on this street that looked like something out of a Hayao Miyazaki animation. The crowds were scattered, the lush tree trunks swayed in the wind, and the orange-red sunlight sprinkled on the doors of the small shops on both sides.

Jinpei Matsuda slowly stood up from the bench.

Just now, for a moment, he felt that there was something wrong in the atmosphere, as if he saw a drop of ominous oil falling into white water.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the interior of the cake shop through the window covered with stickers with his sharp gaze.

Three students were ordering at the bar, and in addition, there were two tables of couples sitting at a few small wooden tables nearby.

Peaceful and tranquil, as it should be.

But, what happened?

This cheesecake shop called "fuwafuwa" seems to be too quiet.

In the next second, Jinpei Matsuda made an extremely quick and accurate judgment as a police officer. He reached into his suit jacket and clasped the cold gun handle with his index finger.

In fact, Jinpei Matsuda has not been idle recently.

The broker the police caught at the shrine event belonged to a human trafficking organization, the Sunflower Movement, and they had already discovered that the broker had photos of Little Gray Hair on his phone.

Mo Shiyu has a close relationship with this organization. Matsuda Jinpei is almost certain that he was most likely sold to Slovakia by this organization more than two years ago.

A few hours ago, after seeing the young man with long smoky gray hair in the live broadcast with his undisguised murderous and self-destructive tendencies, Hagiwara Kenji immediately boarded the national helicopter flying to Slovakia, while Matsuda Jinpei thought of an organization called Sunflower and found its headquarters.

He saw corpses all over the room.

The body was rotting on the damp and moldy floor, which was covered with dense dark red spots, probably the traces of blood splattering and coagulating.

Maggots crawled in and out of the corpse's eye sockets.

All the key senior management, including the boss, were killed.

The death had occurred more than 5 days ago, but no residents nearby called the police.

Matsuda Jinpei knew that it was probably the work of an illusion from another level of the world that concealed the stench of decay, so no one noticed it.

Who did it?

Before he even had time to complete his on-site investigation, the case was forcibly taken over by the government's confidentiality department.

He was stopped outside the door.

Jinpei Matsuda didn't even need to recall the transaction information with the Slovak organizers that he saw in the documents at the Sunflower Headquarters. He could infer the answer from this point alone.

Little Gray Hair used this organization to go to Slovakia.

Then he killed everyone without letting anyone go.

To be honest, it was difficult for him to describe his mood at the moment. At least it seemed that it had been a long time since Jinpei Matsuda had the leisure to sit at the table and leisurely eat lunch or dinner.

When a person is extremely angry and sad, he will probably be extremely quiet.

…

It’s not that Jinpei Matsuda has never seen a murderer; on the contrary, he has seen too many.

No matter how helpless the reasons for killing are, without exception, the original motive for killing is themselves.

Hatred, jealousy, misunderstanding, or even just pure revenge against society.

But no one is like that child.

Matsuda Jinpei could calmly and firmly put handcuffs on those murderers because he believed that they could reform themselves in prison and achieve physical and mental redemption.

But what about the child?

He always has scars all over his body, but he covers them up with a gentle smile and half-truths.

Matsuda Jinpei was not someone who could be easily deceived. Whether a person had good intentions or bad intentions was too obvious.

If you peel off this layer of flesh, can you fake the soft heart?

Why did the child in the photo, who was gently petting the cat, kill? Was it out of jealousy? Hatred? Was it for himself?

If a person's guilt is determined by the outcome, then the child with long, ash-gray hair is a criminal who deserves to spend his entire life in prison.

But can he be redeemed by sending him to jail?

Will he be able to get a new life the day he is released from prison?

The ruffian police officer wearing sunglasses threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.

This feeling is terrible.

After watching Hagiwara Kenji board the helicopter, he sat in front of the "fuwafuwa" cake shop. Matsuda Jinpei didn't know what he was doing, but of course he wanted to go to Slovakia with Hagi and give that gray-haired kid who looked like he didn't want to live a big chestnut on his forehead.

But perhaps it was his intuition that made him dare not leave Neon.

There are more than just the two of them who know Little Gray Hair's background. At least the person who kidnapped him would definitely know about it.

Matsuda Jinpei approached the small dessert shop. Through the window, he heard the three students, their hands squeezing their necks and grinning maliciously, saying, "Do you know where he is?"

"He's crying! He's so miserable!"

Matsuda Jinpei's expression changed, and he immediately drew his pistol. The next second, he noticed the three students had suddenly stopped moving. Without anyone touching them, their faces turned purple and swollen. They scratched their necks a few times, and then, without warning, their heads suddenly twisted in a full circle.

Matsuda Jinpei heard the sound of a broken spine, and then saw the students fall to the ground like rotten sacks of burlap.

Blood flowed from their eye sockets, the color was extremely bright, not like human blood, but more like contaminated paint.

The paint-like blood spread towards the store manager with determination, leaving twisted wet marks on the floor. But after just a few seconds, it seemed to be stopped abruptly and retracted back into the corpse bit by bit.

……What?

Jinpei Matsuda wondered if a person with supernatural powers had taken action.

Without time to think, he opened the door and evacuated the screaming crowd. At the same time, he saw the expression of the blond store manager.

He stared at the three bodies, at the blood as bright as paint, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with hatred, despair, and disbelief.

Jinpei Matsuda heard a whisper so soft that it was inaudible.

"Tokiyu...are you in there?"

Jinpei Matsuda looked at the store manager, then slowly looked at the three bodies.

His pupils trembled.

****

Mo Shiyu didn't have time to walk out of the unfinished floor.

He was so tired that he collapsed halfway.

Mo Shiyu is not a person who likes to escape from reality, but he is now in a daze. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

He hit his head when he fell. He wiped his face and a cold chill meandered down from his forehead, along his forearm and to his elbow.

It seems that as long as I close my eyes, I can fall into a deep dream.

Just a few seconds, he thought, he would rest for a while, and soon he would have the strength to stand up again.

Until I heard a low laugh.

"Hey, I'm saying, why is it that when we meet again, it's completely different from what I imagined?"

Who is it? Mo Shiyu's eyelids twitched.

No matter who you are, don't talk to him. He is already asleep.

Dazai Osamu narrowed his cat-like kite-colored eyes, squatted on the ground, and gently stroked his long smoky gray hair.

He said, "I know it's painful to expose your ugly true face to the person you love."

"Don't act like you know everything." Mo Shiyu thought.

He thought for a moment and then said softly, "You speak as if you've had this experience before."

"Eh~" Dazai Osamu stretched out his voice, "It's hard to say."

"..." Mo Shiyu turned over silently. He felt that this guy was very annoying.

"What should I do? I can't feel the friendship from Shiyu-kun~"

"Of course you can't feel something you don't have."

Dazai Osamu puffed up his cheeks and then smiled.

"Tokiyu-kun, you always look like nothing can satisfy you. Can you tell me what makes you happy?"

Mo Shiyu turned over again and said, "I don't know."

After saying this, he fell silent, closing his eyes as if he didn't want to stand up and just wanted to sleep.

Dazai Osamu chuckled and looked at the young man with smoky gray hair under him.

Something had changed in him.

Beneath the smoky gray hair was skin as cold as satin, and the flesh and bones were soaked in the bitter, moving and numbing scent of poppy.

A strange red mole grew under the left corner of the eye, as if a drop of dark blood had fallen out of thin air. Just looking at it made people dizzy, as if it was condensed with thick mucus-like pollution.