Chapter 157 The Final Battle

416.

[Consciousness transfer, this technology that only appears in legends has become a reality quietly. The two consciousnesses will converge, and the strong will devour the weaker one.

A consciousness that falls into a coma is just a lamb to be slaughtered, without any fighting power.

This is a silent war, and its end was doomed from the beginning.

Karasuma Renya followed a white light and before she could find anything based on her past experience, she saw a vast sea of ​​white flowers. Countless scattered cherry blossom petals fell from the sky, like a vast expanse of white snow in the wilderness.

The black-haired young man stood quietly in the sea of ​​flowers. The white petals stuck to his black windbreaker, which exuded an unknown dark red color, and even the petals turned the same color as blood.

He wore metal glasses and there was not much of a smile on his face, only the confidence and arrogance of a hunter seeing his prey fall into a trap.

Just like welcoming guests at the door, he also held gifts in his hands. Two daggers with cold light were placed at his fingertips to surprise the visitors.

The invader was terrified, but before he could even open his mouth, the cherry blossoms that fell on his body were like ice falling from the sky, and each one brought him unbearable pain.

It was as if three-inch iron nails pierced through the soles of his feet and he was forced to walk on a red-hot grill. The almost unbearable pain made him let out a hoarse scream without warning.

"Granmani--!"

Karasuma Renya's scream was filled with panic. He never imagined that what would greet him was not only a sleeping and weak soul, but also torture with severe pain as an appetizer.

You know, the two consciousnesses are at the same starting point, that is, the person in front of him should feel the same as him.

But Karasuma Renya couldn't understand why he stood in front of him so calmly.

"You're so ugly." The man whose name was called frowned slightly and said with disdain, "You're polluting my eyes."

Karasuma Renya was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He endured the severe pain and stood still. However, the gun in his hand kept shaking with his movements and he was completely unable to aim at the target.

Grandmani had enough time to watch his reaction, and even specially put a flower to her lips and kissed him gently.

"How could you still be awake!" Karasuma Renya yelled, "There's no way my anesthesia could have gone wrong!"

The invader, who had already begun to think of retreating, stepped back, wanting to leave this space of consciousness that he could not understand, but no matter how he walked, the pain wrapped in the petals followed him like a shadow.

Granmani's breath suddenly turned cold, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and the dagger slashed across the enemy's cheek at an extremely fast speed, directly cutting off a piece of flesh.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the pain from the soul inevitably increased, making it impossible for the invader to even scream out of reflex.

"The first knife." Granmani's fingertips brushed across the blood, and the blood mixed with the petals. Red flowers gradually grew out from his feet.

He said slowly and philosophically, "I did fall into a deep sleep, but it was not me who was sleeping."

He finally gave a helpless smile.

At such a critical moment, he risked his life and deliberately exposed his flaws to the enemy, as if he firmly believed that he still existed. It was stupid and crazy.

But in this crazy bet, Chiyodani Toru won.

They are the same person, and the madness in their bones cannot be divided by their different external personalities.

Karasuma Renya took a breath and tried to raise his hands to block, but it seemed as if he was just preparing for the second knife.

"Second knife." The two hands crossed and crossed the same place. There were more bloodstains on the ground. Granmani narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Thank you for letting me exist."

From then on, he had parents in his memory, someone he could call sister, someone who had no feelings for him but still knew of his existence. He would no longer be without a trace.

This may be a feeling of happiness.

"The third knife." Granmani's voice became even softer, as if he was really expressing his gratitude, and even slightly teasing, "I wish you..."

Before he could finish his words, a clearer and gentler voice took over: "Congratulations on the collapse of your dream of eternal life."

The dagger thrown by Granmani fell behind the invader and was easily caught by another pale hand.

With a flash of cold light, bright red blood splashed out from Karasuma Renya's neck and landed directly on the attacker, dyeing the azure cuffs of the police uniform a bright red.

Karasuma Renya's hands could no longer hold the gun. The only reckless advance by this boss hidden behind the scenes led to this outcome.

He had thought about a lot and even conducted many experiments before, and never failed, but he really didn't expect that someone could endure such intense pain and even avoid anesthesia and crush him to pieces on the soul level.

Chiyodani Toru walked out of the mist, a drop of blood slid down his cheek, and he raised his hand and gently wiped it away with his fingertips.

He looked down at the intruder crawling on the ground, his black eyes shining startlingly.

"How... is it possible..."

How could such a miracle happen!

This time, no one was willing to answer him. The two men, like mirror images, grasped their daggers at the same time and slashed at the invader's sides, one on the left and one on the right, adding a bit of intense color to the revenge that had not yet stopped.

[Granmani is not dead yet! Gran is not dead yet! Will my twins finally have a chance to fight side by side? Kill Karasuma Ren quickly! !]

[The ultimate bet, the craziest gambler - I bet you won't abandon me]

[The Chiyogaya family's long-cherished wish will finally come to an end here...]

[Toru is a miracle! You will definitely survive, right?]

417.

The alarm sounded, and the three people who dived in were like fish into water, nimbly avoiding the pursuit of the patrolmen.

The detector in Jinpei Matsuda's hand was glowing red wildly, proving that everything around them could become a weapon capable of killing them at any time.

Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara successfully convinced their superiors, and together with Rei Furuya who arrived later, they sneaked into the base fully armed to investigate, with the aim of finding out the manpower and force inside.

There is no penalty for failure, because the only outcome of failure is death.

Several people had no objection to this, and their thoughts had even drifted to further places.

——It would be even better if we could find Chiyodani Toru.

When another heavily armed team passed by, Hagiwara Kenji took a breath and said, "What kind of iron barrel is this? Why are there so many guards? These private weapons can be shot down a hundred times!"

Fūya Rei sneered, "I was wondering why the encirclement and suppression operation outside would be so easy. Karasuma Renya has basically gathered all the experts around him just to fight us head-on."

"Zero, you said that Karasuma Renya deliberately recalled Gin, Granmani and others urgently. There must be something important that needs them. This is the opportunity for Toru to infiltrate and the beginning of tonight's action."

Matsuda Jinpei was somewhat puzzled: "But logically speaking, he is already over a hundred years old, and the most important thing is to save his life first. Why would he fight us head-on?"

While calculating the route forward with his good memory, Furiya Rei said in a deep voice: "Don't forget the drugs that the organization is developing. Didn't you find that there is something wrong with Toru?"

Hagiwara Kenji's mind worked quickly. He frowned slightly and said, "You mean his appearance?"

Whether it is Chiyodani Toru or Chiyodani Saori, the faces of both of them have not changed in nearly ten years, which has gone beyond the scope of disguise and is shocking.

They had learned about Chiyoya Saori's case through Shirley, but Chiyoya Toru did not suffer from the side effects of the former, so they did not compare them together.

Or rather, compared to other things, this anomaly seems so insignificant.

"There is another possibility - what if Toru is a successful sample?" Fūya Rei closed his eyes and asked back, "You know, if it wasn't for the accidental fall into the cave, Gin and the others might have taken action in advance."

Rather than being in such a hurry that there is no time to adjust.

Research data cannot be moved around at will. If they don't want to abandon this research, they must race against time with the police and find a chance of success from the samples as soon as possible.

This may be the reason why Karasuma Renya brought Granmani back urgently.

In other words, if they don't act faster, regardless of whether Chiyodani Toru's plan succeeds or not, he himself will most likely be injured.

Or in other words, it has been hurt.

A few people figured out the trick, and their faces suddenly became uglier. They acted quickly, trying to find the control room.

But at this moment, looking out the window, there was a sudden explosion at the bottom of the high-rise building opposite, and bright flames exploded in the dark night, like a firework set off on land.

"Bang!"

The alarms sounded more urgently.

418.

"Bang! Bang, bang, bang!"

The crowded room was filled with the sound of gunfire, and then fell silent.

There was still confusion and disbelief in the eyes of the corpse lying beside the bed. The open eyes reflected the only moving figure, as if asking how a person who had inhaled so much anesthetic could still wake up in this situation?

It can even be said that he was more than awake. He was more like a beast lurking in the dark, gathering strength, waiting for its prey to pass by. At the right moment, he would suddenly pounce and kill it with a single vicious blow.

This requires unparalleled patience and perseverance, and the ability to act with ease even when walking on the edge of a knife.

Chiyodani may be lacking in some aspects, but his tolerance for pain is unmatched.

So, he succeeded.

The black-haired man held onto the door, coughing heavily. Unable to stop the blood from flowing out from his lips, dripping onto the ground and onto his clothes. The hospital gown he was wearing made him look even thinner and more fragile, as if he would run out of strength and fall to the ground in the next moment.

This body has been emptied of pain and disease, but it still stubbornly locks up an unwilling soul. The inextinguishable fire bursts out from the bottom of the heart, gradually dyeing the black eyes with a bright color.

He has two wishes: one is to destroy the organization fundamentally, and the success of this wish is already at hand.

And another wish...

In this game of hide-and-seek that lasted for nearly twenty years, he or Chiyotani Hayato finally found each other.

"Ahem, but I know that one shouldn't be too greedy, right?"

The black-haired young man smiled self-deprecatingly, the light in his eyes fluctuating, then suddenly lit up and then remained on the verge of falling.

Chiyodani Toru turned the gun snatched from the bodyguard in his hand twice. The hot barrel of the gun was a little hot, but it made him feel at ease.

He continued to walk outside, his steps slow and steady. The map he glanced at when he entered the door came into play at this moment, pointing directly to the location of the control room.

Every step he took was excruciatingly painful in his body ravaged by the poison that had already erupted, but Chiyodani Toru seemed not to feel it. He lightly greeted the patrolling bodyguards and sent them away skillfully.

The man who looked vulnerable on the surface was like the god of death reaping lives at night. The sound of gunfire stepped on people's hearts, enough to make the timid ones flee in panic.

Chiyodani Toru narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man who was shot dead by him in front of the control room, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"This experiment is not suitable for this era." He coughed and whispered, "You can't do it, and neither can I."

The building on the left holds the most valuable experimental data, while the building on the right holds most of the weapons and equipment. The former should be buried along with the sins, while the latter still has value to be used.

His eyes wandered among a pile of buttons, his finger touched the button that controlled the bomb, and without any hesitation, he pressed it hard. Flames spread from bottom to top, and in just one minute, the entire building would be reduced to ashes.

This is the building's self-destruct device. The only chance of survival is to leave the control room immediately and cross the bridge to the other side.

But Chiyodani Toru did not leave after pressing the button.

He coughed and first saw the progress of data destruction pop up on the screen, then he deleted all permissions and sent an attack signal to the public security.

The violent tremors coming from under his feet did not cause Chiyodani Toru to panic. He even wiped his bloody hands with the corner of his clothes, then slowly pulled out a piece of clean paper, bent down, and carefully wrote something stroke by stroke with the oil-based pen beside him.

A drop of blood was not caught and fell on the writing. The young man paused and finally chose the most clumsy way to smear it with black until it could not be seen anymore.

He folded a paper airplane while walking towards the nearby covered bridge.

The unconscious trembling of the body seemed to be non-existent, and the light and rapid breathing brought out a few chuckles from the lungs.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the night was very clean, so clean that nothing could be seen. The only thing I could see was the faint silhouettes of people running. I didn't know whether they were running for themselves, for justice, or for some other reason.

From a very small edge, you can vaguely see the brilliant fireworks over Beika Town.

Chiyodani Toru raised his head slightly and asked curiously, "Can we see the fireworks that are said to be the largest in the world here?"

If for no other reason, he wanted to see the organization completely destroyed with his own eyes, while his family was happy and reunited.

But it seems that the fireworks haven't started yet, but he is running out of time.

"Well, I'm not greedy." He comforted himself, "It should be enough to fulfill one wish."

“…”

There seemed to be some sound coming from far away, but it fell into my ears, which were disconnected from the wires, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

Chiyodani Toru did not turn around. He did not want others to see him in a wolf-like state with blood all over his body.

He simply stretched out his hand, waved at the opposite side as if he was playing in the yard at home as a child, smiled happily, and a dimple appeared on his face.

——The small paper airplane flew very far with the blast generated by the explosion.

419.

Two minutes ago.

Flames broke out and the lights in the entire building went out abruptly. All the doors that required iris verification opened automatically. The Red Team, having received the signal, finally unleashed its long-suppressed strength and went into action in full force.

While Morofushi Kagemitsu was hesitating between moving forward and waiting, Shinsou woke up.

The white-haired woman curled her fingers lightly, her eyelashes fluttered slightly a few times, and finally opened them little by little. Her dull eyes were accurately fixed on Zhu Fu Jingguang.

She was very quiet, sitting on the seat with her hands folded. The down jacket she was wearing did not make her figure look any rounder, but it just managed to bring her figure into the normal range.

Zhufu Jingguang stood in front of her, feeling inexplicably awkward.

"Go ahead." The woman, who had not witnessed anything but seemed to know everything, spoke softly, "Jingguang, take my share."

Morobushi Kagemitsu looked into Shinsou's eyes, his fingers trembling slightly. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just leaned over and gave her a very light hug: "Okay."

"Senior, wait for me to come back."

He resolutely opened the car door and walked into the snow and wind, leaving the warmth behind.

The man in a tense state did not notice that the person he made a promise to did not give him any response, only a blank.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Shinsuo's somewhat unfocused gaze gradually gathered and finally landed on a corner of the base. She sighed softly and took off her heavy down jacket, revealing a somewhat thin long skirt underneath.

She smoothed her hair and dressed herself up beautifully, as if she was going to a ball.

She fished a jar of stacked stars from the pocket of her down jacket.

Then, she held the jar, closed her eyes slightly, and regained her composure.

As if waiting for something.

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"Damn it! What is going on?!"

With the firelight still reflected in his eyes, the surroundings had already darkened. The sharp alarms disappeared, and what could be heard were even more chaotic footsteps and sounds of fighting.

While the latecomers have not yet returned, the lone brave man has already sounded the clarion call for a counterattack, leading a mighty army to charge forward.

Jinpei Matsuda looked at the place where the fire broke out, and panic occupied most of his mind. He wanted to kick the glass open and jump out, but he found that the glass here was made of special materials.

"Toru must have succeeded. He's in the control room?" Hagiwara Kenji raised his head and read quickly, "Where else is the light? Why did the building over there explode first?!"

It seemed like something uncontrollable happened again.

Fūya Ling pulled the two men's shoulders and quickly ran upstairs: "The people below are pouring in, so we are of no use - we have to go to the other side, where there is a covered bridge!"

They didn't know where Chiyodani Toru was, but the fire was enough to arouse the fear hidden in their bones.

Go, go!

The policemen, as if carrying the world on their backs, rushed upwards quickly, stumbling and fearless. The warm firelight stayed in their eyes for a long time and finally became a flame that burned on its own.

When we encountered an enemy who came to stop us, he seemed to be shouting something.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Furiya Rei was completely deaf to the sound. He picked up his pistol and started shooting, pushing the crowd aside and leaping out. Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji followed up with the strikes, completely ignoring the new injuries on their own bodies.

The companions who had not fought side by side for a long time seemed to have returned to the police academy. In that long class cross-country race, nothing they encountered on the road could slow them down.

Like a photographer chasing the aurora, he rushed to the best place to view the sky regardless of everything.

The iron-black corridor is deep and reserved, with small windows on both sides. The hollow part above lets in a dim light, and from a distance you can see the night sky with snowflakes flying in the air.

The young man, dressed in a white hospital gown, stood at one end of the corridor as if he was looking at the scenery. The night wind blew his black hair back, revealing his smooth forehead.

Those unobstructed, clean black eyes as if washed by snow, looked at the pitch-black night, as if they could see all the way to the fireworks exploding in the distant horizon.

Chiyotani Toru had a soft and quiet smile on his face. He supported his chin with one hand and twirled the paper airplane with the other hand like a child. The tail of the airplane was trembling in the wind, as if it would flap its wings and fly at any time.

This is what Jinpei Matsuda and others saw when they stepped onto the covered bridge.

They were separated by a corridor, but it seemed as if they were separated by a vast and endless galaxy. In that galaxy there were many stars, from small to large, there was the moon, and... the sun.

Furuya Rei rushed forward first, followed by Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji. They ran desperately, running without caring about anything.

"Chiyodani Toru——!"

The deafening explosion instantly drowned out the shouts of the three people.

The light behind them suddenly became bright, as if the sun had risen. The black-haired young man turned his head slightly and gave them a quiet, farewell look.

'Don't come looking for me.'

The few people who had lost any reaction seemed to hear a playful voice.

Chiyodani Toru raised his hands as if saying goodbye, turned around and left, disappearing into the sun.

The covered bridge broke inch by inch, and the paper plane slowly flew towards them.

Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously threw himself at the paper plane, caught it in mid-air with his open palm, and extinguished the slightly burning flame without even noticing.

He had no idea that he had already jumped out of the safe area and was walking in the air mixed with heat and cold. In the end, he was grabbed by the collar by his equally crazy companion, which was the only reason he did not fall.

Furuya Rei and Hagiwara Kenji each grabbed one of his sides, and the blood from their wounds fell onto Matsuda Jinpei's face. Together with the snow floating in the sky, he was tumbling on the edge of freezing and melting.

Then, he was pulled up little by little, carrying the paper plane without its tail.

The dust was shaken off and the paper was opened. There were some large characters written crookedly on it. The characters were darkened and emphasized, like the graffiti of a kindergarten child. It was unclear whether it was complete.

——Take me home

A tear suddenly fell on the handwriting, instantly blurring out the already light black color, revealing strands of darker red, which mixed with the blood from someone's hand, becoming even more sticky and indistinguishable from each other.

Three dark shadows were either standing or sitting beside the broken corridor bridge, their shadows overlapping each other, painted with an even darker color by the firelight.

"Okay." Someone said in a hoarse voice, "I'll take you home."