Chapter 143 Chapter 143 Dust

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When Mo Shiyu got off the helicopter, he saw a group of guys in black clothes who looked like perverts.

They saluted him unexpectedly politely.

One of them, a tall, thin figure with a bandage on his face, rushed towards him, hugged him, and laughed in his ear, "Xiaoyu, you're finally out! I finally hold you."

"Before, when I was in a dream, I could only project some suggestive details into it. It was really troublesome."

He kept pestering Mo Shiyu, and finally, the doll above Mo Shiyu's head, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed him by the ear and pulled him back, "..."

Xiao Mo's head tilted back unexpectedly. He raised his hand and grabbed She Yu's tip: "She Yu, let me go——"

She Yu: "Let go first."

Mo Shiyu knew that whether it was Xiao Mo or She Yu, they were all afraid.

Watching him suffer in the illusion, but unable to intervene.

It seems that I won't be able to rest for a while after this is over.

Mo Shiyu let go of Xiao Mo and looked helplessly at the Avenger behind him who was also a little speechless.

He did lose his memory due to the poisoning at first, but later, through his vest and the store manager's gradual infiltration, he slowly remembered.

The doll lay on Mo Shiyu's head, with its pointed tip pressing against Xiao Mo's skull, but because the fabric was very soft, it looked like it was hugging two heads.

While Xiao Mo and She Yu were fighting, he said, "That old guy is gone. I dealt with him before you came."

Mo Shiyu said, "Wow, you are so efficient."

She Yu jumped down from Xiao Mo's hand and transformed into a white-haired boy. His blood-red eyes were gloomy. "There's another one."

"The dark-haired Russian."

"We know where he is." An Avenger came over and said in a low voice, "But he has lived through the same long years as us. His abilities are special, and no one can completely kill him."

Mo Shiyu tilted his head, "Special abilities?"

The sea breeze on the cliff is very warm.

Waves hit the cliffs again and again, and the gloomy sky slowly descended.

"You're here."

Hearing the footsteps, Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky slowly turned his head and smiled faintly.

"Before I settle the score with you, can I ask you a question?" Mo Shiyu held up the gun and looked at the handsome young man with black hair and purple eyes.

Fyodor saluted gracefully, "Please go ahead."

"What you said to me when you were pretending to be Officer Hagiwara," Mo Shiyu said gently, "I think those were the exact words he said to me in the dream you prepared for him."

Fyodor chuckled. "Why? You don't think I can say something so righteous and encouraging?"

"I don't know you well," said Mo Shiyu, "but I know Officer Hagiwara well enough."

"Besides, only after hearing the officer's actual words and my rejection can it be seen that I have truly been tamed and given up on escaping, right?"

Fyodor looked at him quietly.

The sunlight filtering through from the seaside was weakened into a dim light, shining on his pale face with the alluring coldness peculiar to the Far North.

"Maybe." He smiled. "After all, Xiaoyu, I do hate you."

"Seeing you look lifeless makes me feel much better."

"Why?" Mo Shiyu asked, "We've never met before. Or is this another debt from a previous life?"

Fyodor tilted his head and said matter-of-factly, "Of course, what else?"

"How can I still be obsessed with someone I've never met?"

Mo Shiyu: “…”

"You forgot. This is what makes me angry the most." He gently traced Mo Shiyu's profile through the air, "You bad guy, you actually forgot me."

"traitor."

"Little scoundrel."

From his calm tone, Mo Shiyu heard an obsession that was more bone-chilling than Karasuma Renya's, deeper than despair, and more ardent than hope.

"That clown, Xiao Guojun... is also yours."

"Yes, we are together. To you, we are both villains in an anime. But my existence is more profound."

Fyodor threw his head back and laughed hoarsely, "I've always been your nightmare."

He stretched out his pale, transparent hand and pointed at Mo Shiyu, "Similarly, you are also my nightmare."

"You can't kill me. If you kill me, I'll be reborn in you." Fyodor stepped back and suddenly said, "Since I answered your question, are you willing to answer mine too?"

Mo Shiyu looked at his sickly smile and wondered why there were so many yanderes in this world. "Tell me first."

"In your previous life, you were already in a state of being unable to live or die. I asked you to kill me," Fyodor said word by word. "I will take your place, bear this tragic fate, and free you."

"You actually refused."

He stared at Mo Shiyu in confusion and murmured, "Why?"

“…”

Mo Shiyu sighed and retracted the gun.

The fish scales in his pocket felt slightly hot, as if sending a signal.

No, get out of here, get out.

"He" seemed to be trembling and shaking his head as he said this.

Mo Shiyu said, "If it were me, I wouldn't want to kill someone for two reasons: one is that I still have feelings for him, and the other is that I find it dirty to even kill him."

"Which one are you?"

A slight blush appeared on Fyodor's pale cheeks. He stared at Mo Shiyu for a while, then suddenly laughed.

He laughed so heartily that he fell backwards.

At this time, he was completely standing on the edge of the cliff.

"You don't need to ask Dazai-kun to kill me, Xiaoyu." His purple eyes blinked softly a few times, "I will die here today."

"After all, I've already done what I want to do in my previous life. The reason I came back was probably just for this answer."

"If I don't understand, I'll be miserable." He suddenly lost his footing and fell backwards, his gaze gradually withdrawing from the young man and gazing at the gray-blue sky that was getting farther and farther away. "I'll be miserable until I die."

The sound of the wind passed by my ears quickly.

He seemed to see the figure from the past.

He saw him in the casino in the sky, with his shoulders hunched, holding a pool cue, talking to the young man in a camel windbreaker beside him, with a lively smile on his face.

He bent down, and Fyodor's perspective was almost opposite to his, and he saw the young man's loose shirt hanging down, revealing his well-proportioned and smooth shoulders and neck.

Then, he hit a shot skillfully.

The shot seemed to be coming towards him, with the crisp sound of the shot hitting the billiard ball and the billiard ball being scattered.

At that moment, he actually heard the sound of his own heartbeat.

…

Fyodor waited until the day he and Dazai Osamu parted ways, then waited on the path he had to pass by, giving him a gentle smile, "Want to come with us?"

How did the little fish answer?

Suddenly I can’t remember clearly.

However, this first encounter full of calculation, jealousy and malice will not end any differently than the adjectives used at the beginning.