Chapter 63 Choice
He ran to a place not far from Fengji Yejian, with a smile of sudden surprise after despair on his face. The people chasing him shot at him first, but when they saw that he seemed to really know the code-named members of the organization, they stopped and dared not move forward.
Kazemiya Nomi looked at him and didn't say anything for a while. The first person to speak was Gin, who was standing beside him. He seemed to have seen something interesting, and his voice was full of obvious malice: "Oh, look, this is the person you knew during the day who came to your door. Do you want to plead for him, Collins?"
What's your choice, Collins?
He couldn't wait to see that scene, to tear apart the man's hypocritical mask and let him know that since he was already in hell, he should not act like an ordinary person. No matter if he was pursuing something or was just playing around, it was disgusting enough to make him want to vomit.
The atmosphere at the scene was a bit weird. Vodka looked at this and that, and finally lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.
Feng Jiye was in a dilemma when he saw me. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his daytime self. He said in distress: "Why did you recognize me?"
"Wei Haijun," he looked at him with his eyes open, his expression calm and still, "You are a very perceptive person. You should know that the organization will not let go of anyone who has a grudge against it."
This almost reveals his attitude. At this moment, Miwa Mikai felt an unprecedented coldness. All the images of this person in his memory were shattered into pieces of glass. Those smiles, those helps, those countless daily routines, were no match for the hint of coldness and ruthlessness that he had seen slightly leaked from this person's face.
Gin on the side sneered, seeming a little disappointed.
He tried his best to think, and finally, when Feng Jiye was about to turn around and the people behind him were about to step forward, he seemed to have grasped some chance of survival and rushed forward again, saying, "No! We have no hatred! I will not hate any of you! Because I want to kill him too, and I have already poisoned his wine. If you kill him, you are helping me and are my benefactors!"
Feng Jiye looked back in surprise, and even Gin couldn't help but look at him again.
"It's true," Miwa Mikai said impatiently, "I can't be considered his son. He robbed my mother more than 20 years ago because she couldn't pay back his loan sharks, so he took her and didn't treat her well. He did...some very bad things to her." At this point, his frightened face revealed resentment, "After I was born, he never treated her leniently. I lived in this house, a life worse than some servants. Beating and scolding were common." He hurriedly took off his clothes, revealing his back covered with scars, "These are all punishments he gave me when he was angry. They are evidence."
Gin glanced at him, then looked at the corpse on the table and glanced at the carpet underneath. Next to a wine glass that had rolled down above was a dark brown wine stain that had corroded a small piece of the blanket. He said calmly: "What he said is true."
This is a murderer who wanted to murder his biological father. If they hadn't come, there might have been a detective drama here.
Feng Jin Ye Jian sighed, and he said: "You really gave me a difficult problem, Miwa Mikai."
"But what does this prove?" He said softly, "Not everyone can join the organization. Just because you have the courage to kill your father, can you join the organization? You have killed so many people related to you, and in such a scene, who knows what you are thinking in your heart. There are too many variables for you to join, why should I give you such a chance?"
He told him in detail, but the meaning made the other person feel deeply chilled. After he finished speaking, he raised his pistol and pointed the muzzle at Miwa Mikai's forehead. He looked at him like a devout believer looking at a god who refused to show any mercy.
"Wait." At this moment, Gin on the side suddenly spoke. Feng Ji Yejian paused, but did not shoot. Instead, he turned and looked at him.
Gin raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was enjoying a drama, but interrupted it at the most exciting moment. He walked forward and looked at Kazematsu Nomi provocatively: "Who said the organization doesn't need people?"
He held a cigarette in his mouth and said viciously: "Patricide is indeed nothing, but killing dozens of people in one breath makes him no small character." In front of everyone, he walked to a small table on the other side, picked up the wine jug in it with his gloved hand, and slowly poured it out. The carpet was quickly infected and soon turned darker and browner and gave off a burning smell.
He clapped his hands, "What a great talent! What the organization lacks is people like you!"
Feng Jie Yejian tilted his head and looked over: "Gin, did you do this on purpose?"
Gin narrowed his eyes to look at his expression, and he said slowly: "Are you going to disobey me?"
At this moment, it seems like I have returned to more than ten years ago. Kazejinomi finally put down his gun. "Don't use the word 'disobedience'. You are not the boss." He said calmly.
"Collin," Gin snorted coldly, his murderous aura radiating wildly: "It seems that I still gave you an illusion that you can sit back and relax just because you have a code name. There is a gap between code members. Based on what you have done in the organization over the years, do you think you have the ability to talk to me like this?"
Feng Jiye saw him walk out without looking back. He said, "You are not my superior. Also, you cannot deal with me without the boss's permission."
Although he is incompetent, he has not betrayed the organization. What Gin wants to catch is the mouse, not the fat cat lying down.
Kazejō Nomi walked away. Gin's face looked very ugly, and Vodka cautiously asked, "Brother, look at this..."
No one present knew what to do. Miwa Mikai, who was not killed, just stood there at a loss. Only the two people from the magic world were still preparing their own things. Gin said coldly: "Continue."
The scene started moving again. Gin continued, "I want to see this place cleaned up within a quarter of an hour." Everyone moved faster. "And you," he turned to Miwa Mikai, a plan gradually taking shape in his mind: "... go get the recommendation letter tomorrow."
Sanlun Weihai responded quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief; his life was finally saved. However, before leaving the house completely, he turned and looked in a direction in the northwest corner. Everyone in this house was killed. With their strict methods, it is impossible for them to let anyone go, so... He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He just lowered his head, his eyes dark.
Kazematsu Nomi stood in the distance and looked at the house. He didn't have the qualifications, so he couldn't see anything. But he thought, if he had that ability, what he would see now would probably be the mist rising from it. Curse spirits are generated from human negative emotions, but which kind can compare to the fear and despair generated by a person before death? He didn't stay there because he didn't want to encounter anything he didn't want to see.
Cursed Spirits are such dirty and ugly creatures, but they have the potential to achieve the so-called "eternal life". It is not without reason that the boss of the Black Organization has set his sights on them. As long as he can accept the risk of losing his sanity and his own human appearance, then if he devotes himself to it, he might actually gain something.
Feng Jinyomi shook his head and thought that this might not be his only choice. The best one is the "book", which is more stable than choosing the king by stone slab. The birth of the king is such a joke. I'm afraid that when he finds out about that, his injustice will reach its peak, right? There is no one who does not envy and hate those lucky ones. Even if there are risks, all they see is their previous glory.
Born in such a complex world, he has many hopes, but most of them are beyond his reach. What kind of torture is this?
Thinking about it this way, it’s not surprising at all that he did this.
However, Feng Jiyejian turned around and thought that it would be better for the main body to have a vest that could deal with the cursed spirits, otherwise, it would be difficult to prevent the sudden attacks of these invisible creatures.
Come on, be the idol singer's little brother and earn more energy for the main body!
Fate turned over a card, and he first pushed it to the black side, but when it was about to fall into the abyss, he turned it to white, but in the final analysis, the card still fell into black. Who can tell what his final outcome will be?
On the morning of the second day, at the last minute of checking in, Kazejō Nomi arrived just in time. Mitsuki Kotori passed by with her work badge on. She covered her mouth and laughed, "Kazematsuri-senpai, you are the same again today. Fortunately, you are not late, otherwise you will not get the perfect attendance award this month."
Kaze Matsuri Nomi put on his camel-colored long jacket. He took a breath, touched his head and said, "There's nothing I can do about my procrastination, but as long as I'm not late, it'll be fine. I lost my perfect attendance record last month, and it made me sad for most of the month!"
Mitsuki Kotori said, "It was raining that day and there was a traffic jam. I still admire your precise control of time... Hey, Miwa Mikai-kun, why did you come at this time today?"
She looked behind Fengji Nomi, and saw a man standing there stiffly. His face was grim, with dark circles under his eyes, and he looked extremely weak.
"You're never late in the past. Did you do something yesterday? Or were you injured? Why are you like this?" Mitsuki Kotori asked in surprise.
“I, I…” He didn’t even dare to look at the back of the person in front of him, and said at a loss: “I just fell on the road last night.”
"Wrestling?" Mitsuki Kotori was puzzled. "Maybe he fell somewhere," Kazejō Nomi smiled and turned around. He greeted him as usual: "Mirami-kun, you have to cheer up. If you feel unwell, go to the hospital for a check-up. Work is work, and health is the most important. If you delay and cause problems, it will cost a lot of money."
Mitsuki Kotori nodded repeatedly. Miwa Mikai looked at him with complicated eyes. He really didn't understand why a person would have two appearances, and why the person like that from last night would be an ordinary employee here. Is this the unique personality of the strong?
It all seems so unreal and bizarre.
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