Chapter 84
In film and television dramas and some literary works, the weather is often used to set off the mood of the characters.
For example, when we are sad, it is often raining or snowing, and when we have a happy ending, the weather will not be anything other than sunny.
A curtain slowly fell in front of Yashiro's eyes. It was divided into four grids, and the screen flashed intermittently, and a figure could be vaguely seen inside.
However, at this moment his eyes unconsciously looked out the window. He didn't know when the snowflakes had started to fall.
The snow was falling heavily, and through the glass you could see the goose-feather-like snowflakes drifting slowly. If it continued at this speed, the ground would be covered with snow in a few hours.
Xi Gao Mi Shi never had any good memories of snowy days, just like the original plot that someone dies every Christmas, and it snows every Christmas, without exception.
The ending is destined. Even if you already know the cartoonist's routine, no matter how hard you try, perhaps it's the Oedipus effect, the ending cannot be changed in the end.
If the plot is completely ruined, it would be completely contrary to his original intention. He wants to protect everyone from being used as cannon fodder by the cartoonist, so he cannot tamper with the plot.
The collapse of the plot can only bring more dangers to this world. He once dreamed of such a world, where he was the only one left in the world, surviving in the world because of the creator's preference.
The screen clearly showed several people in this world that he cared about.
Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara were in a closed room. The beautiful blonde lit a cigarette and a complex-shaped bomb was tied around her waist. The two sides were facing each other.
Akai Shuichi and Furuya Rei couldn't ignore the safety of other people and were being put in shackles by the men in black. Morobushi Kagemitsu had been captured long ago and was watching all this with a frown on his face.
Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya were walking towards here. Things that would threaten the police would not affect the mafia. Instead, they gained the upper hand and brought the vodka over.
Yashiro's gaze fell on the last screen. He raised his head and looked into the eyes of the black-haired, green-eyed boy.
This image was facing them.
"I'll give you one last chance, Yayoi." Ichinose came behind him and held his hand.
There was no need to look back because the surveillance had already displayed it all in front of him.
It was like facing a mirror. No matter what he did, the mirror would show it back to him, like a dream.
Generally.
A cold object was stuffed into his hand, reflecting a chilly light; it was a dagger.
"Only the BOSS can end this game, but only one of us can survive." Ichinose lowered his head and said in his ear.
The cold breath sprayed on his skin, which was like the feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake, wrapping tighter and tighter until it suffocated him.
"You don't want to see them die here, do you?"
The bewitching words entered his ears word by word and stayed in his ears firmly.
"There is only one choice if you want to become the boss. Yashiro is so smart, he must understand what I mean."
The snow was getting heavier. It had only been a dozen minutes since it started, but I could already see a layer of white on the roofs in the distance.
Yashiro loosened his grip, and the dagger fell to the ground, landing silently on the carpet.
Ichinose seemed to want to say something, but Yayoi turned around and looked up at him with a compassionate expression: "Today is not Christmas."
What?
Ichinose didn't understand what he was talking about, so she tried to associate Yayoi with Christmas, and said, "It doesn't matter if it's not the case. Maybe today will be a day you will remember for the rest of your life."
"Have you ever thought about why you are so persistent in asking me to kill you?" Yashi did not respond to his words and continued.
Those gentle green eyes were very firm, with a sharpness that was rarely seen.
As he said this, Ichinose subconsciously took a step back: "What reason do you need? Do you need a suitable reason?"
Would Xi Gao Yashi, who no longer had good intentions, still be himself? Yashi was not sure about this, but he felt that he definitely did not want to become that way.
He has read a lot of literary works, whether it is comic novels or movies, the ending routines are nothing more than the same few: the protagonist gets happiness, the protagonist dies.
The latter ending is often suitable for protagonists with a stronger spirit of sacrifice, such as turning themselves into the truth to save everyone from the past to the future and solving everything from the source.
So he felt that it seemed not bad to have such an ending, sacrificing in the greatest way and leaving behind happiness and peace.
He found peace, and so did everyone in the world.
But the cartoonist was not satisfied with the ending he gave himself, and tried to save him in various ways every time.
It is difficult to change yourself, but it is easy to enter someone else's life.
Right in front of you
There was a very suitable opportunity. If he became the boss of the organization, then the plot of "Detective Conan" that he had watched would not have happened from the beginning, and it could be regarded as another possible ending.
"No matter what you say, I won't listen." Yashiro took another step forward, shortening the distance between them, and said, "I won't have this kind of discussion with someone who has no self-awareness."
Ichinose frowned, a little irritated by Yayoi's riddle-man behavior.
"Besides, I am the winner this time. I told you that from the beginning."
Ichinose raised his head with a faint sense of awareness and looked at the curtain.
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There were a total of twenty-six people around, each with a gun in his hand.
Furukaya Rei was planning in his mind. He never intended to sit and wait for death.
They were taken to an open factory building with little shelter and the border could be seen at a glance.
Even Lei was tied up. It seems that the organization already knew their identities. So is the information Lei got from the organization reliable?
But the most important thing now is to escape from here. No matter what the reason, Rum did not kill them immediately. This is their chance.
There were three of them, and luckily they had often gone on missions together before, so there was some unspoken tacit understanding between them.
Even if they can fight ten people at once, they are still ordinary people, and it is not easy to deal with these well-equipped members of the organization.
Moreover, they had no way of communicating in advance. They were tied in parallel lines with their backs facing the door. They had no way of seeing each other's faces unless they turned around obviously.
The members of the organization monitoring them had no code names except Rum. Rum seemed to be very uninterested in this boring job and sat at the door smoking one cigarette after another. Even such a large factory building could smell the strong smell of cigarettes.
Fūya Rei pretended to cough twice, and was immediately hit on the back of his head by the butt of a gun. He felt a bit of pain in his scalp, and the member who did it said in a stern voice, "Behave yourself!"
The movement here attracted Rum's attention, and Rum stood up and walked over here. After all, the waiting time was very boring, and he had to find some fun for himself.
"Why are you being so rude? Even though Bourbon is a traitor, he is still a senior member with a code name. What, are you jealous?" Rum's voice came over and said to the member with a smile.
"I'm very sorry." The member bowed in Rum's direction.
"Apology is..."
"It's so lively." Someone's voice came over, and everyone became alert, looking for the source of the voice.
"Who is it?"
Rum didn't say anything, his brows were furrowed and his fake eyes were wagging.
The voice that came was that of a young man, elegant and reserved, with a slight foreign accent, but not unpleasant to the ear.
Everyone was looking for the uninvited guest in the empty factory. Then there was a somewhat arrogant chuckle, and right in front of them, a blond young man in a well-fitting suit appeared like a ghost.
The young man was wearing an old hat. The moment he appeared, everyone pointed their guns at him. Like a salute at the beginning of a dance, he bowed slightly towards the muzzle of the gun in front of him.
Bullets were fired at him mercilessly. It was no exaggeration to describe the scene as a hail of bullets. Countless bullets flew towards him, and the next second the young man was shot into a sieve.
He fell straight to the ground. The member of the organization who spoke breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Rum who was still frowning, and walked forward consciously to check the man's "corpse".
The man in black got closer and closer and felt that there was something weird about the body of the man in front of him. What was it?
Rum suddenly felt something was wrong and turned around and ran out the door.
Something unexpected happened.
The blond man who was lying on the ground jumped up, and the bullets that had hit him floated from the ground into the air, each of them wrapped in a layer of dark red light.
The black-clad man's eyelids jumped, and before he could react, his heart was shot through by the previous bullet. Blood loss and hypothermia and numbness began at the same time, and time seemed to slow down a hundred times. He slowly fell to the ground, and the back of his head hit the concrete floor heavily.
As he fell to the ground, he saw Rum, who was also lying on the ground. The blond man passed by him and came to the people they had captured.
“This feeling is really novel…” The blond man supported his face with one hand and said with a smile, “His plan is as perfect as always. Only by participating in it in person can you have this feeling.”
"His plan?"
The man in black heard the subtle sound of a rope falling to the ground, and then Bourbon answered the blond man.
"I remember you. The first time I met him was at your place. Thinking about it now, I really miss you." The blond man said, "If everything is fine, leave with me. One, two, three. All three of you must leave with me."
"That
What about the ordinary people around here?" Scotland asked, his voice rather cold.
"Of course he was rescued as planned. He would not be wrong about that."
"Where are you taking us?" Lei said.
"If you delay any longer, you won't be able to catch up."
The blond man did not answer them. He came to the man in black, bent down and picked up his gun. The black muzzle was aimed at the man in black's head. The man in black, who was shot and did not even have the strength to close his eyes, seemed to be relieved and sighed.
The blond man moved the gun away, pointed it at somewhere in the corner, and pulled the trigger.
…
The screen was divided into four areas, one part of which instantly turned black.
Immediately afterwards, the other screens also went dark, leaving only the image of their room.
The snow outside was getting heavier, and a north wind was blowing. The howling wind and snow made the sky and the earth a mess, and you could even hear the whistling wind.
The wind was getting louder and louder, and along with it came the inconspicuous sound of something breaking. But it was easy to spot that it was a small crack in the glass next to them.
This small crack grew bigger and bigger, and suddenly it broke. The entire floor-to-ceiling window broke into small pieces and fell to the ground. The wind and snow outside suddenly rushed in, bringing with them cold wind and snow.
Yashiro's hair and clothes were blown by the wind, and white snow drifted in. He stood there, his eyes more determined than ever before.
"I hate snowy days," he whispered, "but today is an exception."
A young man with long white hair entered the room along with the broken glass. He half-squatted to support his body, and the wind and snow did not seem to have any effect on him.
He raised his head, revealing his red eyes.
"You are still so hard to find, Your Majesty." He slowly stood up and looked at Ichinose opposite him, but his words were to Yayoi, "After I go back, I will eat all the pudding you hide in your refrigerator."!
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