Chapter 144 Chapter 144 A new beginning.

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Mo Shiyu sat in a coffee shop drinking coffee.

He wore sunglasses, not only to hide the wounds on his face that had not yet healed, but also to escape the endless pursuit of the local government.

He sighed.

The world is already free of pollution, so what's the point in catching him?

Mo Shiyu said goodbye to a few old friends, especially the store manager, Kenji Hagiwara, and the others. It took several days. Both Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai had concluded their years-long undercover stints and would return to their police careers.

As for Zhu Fujingguang, he was still working undercover in the port mafia, but now he has reached a middle or senior level position, one step away from the cadre status.

A true undercover agent who is almost becoming the boss.

There is a murder case every few days in Tokyo, and the young detective can always be seen at the crime scene. However, unlike the anime he saw in his previous life, he also often sees several outstanding and handsome police officers.

People often complain that Tokyo is not a suitable place to live, but only a few people emigrate there.

I went back and sat there for a few days.

Nowadays, there's probably not much to do.

A doll hung above his head, its four pointed paws drooping in a gesture of despair. Fumian and Xiaomo sat on either side, both looking rather listless.

Mo Shiyu drank coffee elegantly.

There are four plane tickets on the table, flying from Tokyo to Shanghai at 0:00 this morning.

The last thing I can't let go of is...

Mo Shiyu looked at the insect with long dark green hair that was approaching him step by step.

"Smilo," Mo Shiyu said, "you should go back to where you belong."

"The pollution of the 'book' has completely disappeared. As a product of the 'book' and a part of the pollution, your obsession with me will also disappear with the passage of time."

"I can't change your transformed bodies back to their original state. Your appearance and special abilities can only be maintained in this race, similar to me." Mo Shiyu touched Smino's gorgeous and cold face.

"The only difference is that, although you will no longer be human, the emotions you once had as a human will gradually return to your hearts."

Mo Shiyu distributed the purified polluted items equally among his insects.

As a small compensation.

"Most of you have followed my orders for these years, bound by me, hiding as humans and living your lives according to your original paths. Now, you have regained your human emotions. I no longer restrict you. You can do whatever you want and go wherever you want."

"Mother." Smino knelt on one knee, raised his head, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"My feelings for you will not disappear with the disappearance of the pollution."

"I love you, and it's not a physical reaction," he said. "It's my free will."

"It's different from other bugs."

"If you want to go home." He bowed his head deeply and hugged Mo Shiyu's knees, "I will bless you."

Mo Shiyu hugged Smino, "Thank you."

****

Early morning, 11:30.

Mo Shiyu was sitting at the airport. He was very low-key, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and pushing a small suitcase.

A sweet female voice sounded on the radio.

"Your flight number 1299 from Tokyo Haneda Airport to Shanghai Pudong Airport is now boarding. Please take your belongings and board via Gate 8. Thank you..."

After confirming again that he had sent all the farewell text messages to the phones of everyone he could remember, Mo Shiyu stood up.

He turned his head and took one last look at the Tokyo sky.

At this moment, a call suddenly came from behind.

"Little fish!"

Mo Shiyu turned around unexpectedly and was immediately hugged.

The store manager patted him on the back vigorously, and a deep voice with some sobs rang in his ears, "You kid...you left so quietly, do you think you are so handsome?"

Mo Shiyu: “…”

Mo Shiyu looked at him in surprise, then at the people who had come rushing over: "Manager! What are you doing..."

"Of course I'm saying goodbye to you!" Matsuda Jinpei raised his arms. "You didn't think that just visiting us these few days was saying goodbye, did you?"

"That's right." Hagiwara Kenji hugged his shoulders, "We discussed it with a few of us and found out that you did a lot of things behind our backs that we didn't know about!"

Mo Shiyu glanced at the smiling Fūya Rei and Akai Shuichi, as well as the sunglasses-wearing Morobushi Jingguang, and chuckled twice: "Well, some things are better not to be discussed..."

"This is what we did..." Sawada Tsunayoshi's face turned red, and his brown eyes seemed to be filled with tears, which he was holding back. He tilted his head and stuffed the tears into his hands, "Brother Xiaoyu, this is for you."

Mo Shiyu lowered his head in a daze. This was a collection of little dolls.

There is Sawada Tsunayoshi's little lion Natsu, Gokudera Hayato's little melon cat, and Mukuro-kun's little owl... They are all made very delicately, handmade, and faintly reveal the glow of flames of different colors.

"Perhaps our power is useless in your world... But perhaps, if we inject our flames into it, it might be able to help you in your time of crisis."

"...Thank you." Mo Shiyu's voice was a little hesitant. He could certainly see how much thought had gone into this little, unknown pendant, and how powerful and strong the flame contained within it was.

He didn't actually do anything to help these teenagers, but they made this gift that was a combination of thought and blessings in just a few days.

Mo Shiyu hugged Sawada Tsunayoshi and patted the heads of the young men one by one, "Thank you."

"It might be a little late to say that now." Mo Shiyu touched his red eyes and curled his eyes. "It's really great that I can come to this world and meet you."

"In that case..." Dazai Osamu raised his camera with a mischievous look, "Why don't we take a picture together?"

"At least we are all well-known characters in your world." Edogawa Conan adjusted his glasses with a precocious smile, "It won't be a bad idea to take a photo and keep it as a souvenir."

The store manager pointed at himself and asked, "Are you isolating me?"

Mo Shiyu pointed at himself and said, "I think I am too?"

The tallest one raised his camera, and everyone raised their scissors hands amid the sound of eggplants.

"Okay Dazai why are you kicking me!"

"Sorry, Chuuya, I slipped haha~"

"Is it really okay to be photographed as an assassin..."

"It's okay. This photo will be taken to another world anyway."

"Where did the banana peel come from?"

"It was Lord Rambo who lost it, hahahaha!"

"Junior! Stupid cow, explode!"

"Kufufu Kurom, don't get affected, stay closer to me."

"Master Mukuro, Hibari-kun's crutch is about to come at you—"

"Who took my sunglasses off?"

"Alright, Jinpei-chan, stop trying to be cool at a time like this~"

"Bourbon, you spilled your coffee."

"Don't call me that, Rye."

Mo Shiyu angrily threw the cat ears to the ground, "Dazai, don't put those messy things on my head!!"

"Isn't this pretty? Come on, smile~"

"Manager——"

As for what the final photo will look like, well, everyone can make their own judgment.

In short, after a lot of chaos, Mo Shiyu finally got on the plane.

He exhaled, turned around and looked at the closed cabin door.

He was not alone, for beside him sat Sheyu, Fumian, and Xiaomo. In his hands were precious photos.

Mo Shiyu looked at the photo and suddenly saw a touch of light golden curly hair in the corner. The beautiful actress was frozen in the corner of the photo, silently bending her lips towards him.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the nurse in the hallucination that day.

She took off her disguise and stood on the beach with the vast sky in the background.

At that time, Vermouth also silently lip-read to him.

"Go, Valentine," she said, "go and fight."

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and smiled slowly.

He raised his head and leaned back in his chair.

He chuckled, looking at the long silver hair in the back seat, "I'm sorry, Gin. I destroyed your organization and your family."

There was no sound behind me, it was so quiet as if no one was sitting there.

After a long time, a sneer came from behind him.

"Don't say it so disgustingly."

Gin's legs were crossed, mostly hidden in the shadows. "Valentin, do you think this plane can reach China?"

“…”

Mo Shiyu's fingers tightened for a moment, but relaxed again in an instant.

"Instead of threatening me with these boring things, why not have a drink together?"

Mo Shiyu stood up, walked to the back seat, bent down, and stared at the silver-haired killer who was sitting silently in his back seat.

He suddenly tilted his head.

In the logistics warehouse, several staff members were lying, their lives or deaths unknown.

"Someone wants to..." He moved his eyebrows.

I see.

"Gin."

He whispered, "Thank you."

He poured two glasses of red wine, handed one to Gin, and clinked his glass with his.

From Japan to China, Gin didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just quietly watched the four figures in front of him snuggling together.

Although there was no blessing in his eyes, there was no unsightly murderous intent either.

Those dark green eyes were like the surface of a calm lake.

…

The flight attendant pushed the dining cart into the first class cabin.

She stared blankly at the empty first-class cabin, "Strange, there were clearly a few passengers here. Where did they go?"

****

From 18 to 23 years old, 5 years.

Mo Shiyu spent the nest mother's weakest growth period in this world.

Now, he is about to return to his own world.

This is not a safe world. On the contrary, it is full of people with special abilities and is no less dangerous than the world he traveled through.

But how to say it...

Mo Shiyu got off the plane and looked up at the Shanghai sky. Around him were the gifts given to him by the world.

She Yu was hanging on his suitcase, and Xiao Mo was yawning with a mask on, following him closely with his face covered.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the smoky gray fish scale.

This was what he had lost from his dead self, whom the Book had protected.

"I'll bring you back to see it too." He whispered.

He already has enough courage and confidence to face his fate.

Even if we step on blood, we will never forget our original intention.

It's the end of a world.

It is also a new starting point for the world.