Chapter 981 [View] Damn it, I can't laugh at all.
The Red Team members: "..."
Although I already knew that Kawasaki Maru was a member of the church, I was still a little taken aback when I saw him throw out the card with the number "E".
It's hard to hold back.
...
Before heading to Japan, Kawasaki Maru had completely taken control of her wings, while Kawasaki Machi, having shrunk, had no memory of being an angel. The ring given to him by the master was no longer suitable for him, so Kawasaki Maru put the necklace on him instead.
Little Zhenzhi looked down at the necklace, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Kawasei Masuru, then rushed over and hugged him, her voice crisp and energetic, "Thank you, brother!"
Kawasaki Maru was used to Makoto's behavior, and while catching him, she gently patted his head.
Seeing this, Conan Edogawa subconsciously gripped the necklace in his pocket.
"So this necklace was actually a gift from Makoto?" Liu Qingyao rested her chin on her hand, a hint of doubt in her eyes. "But why do I always feel like Makoto has forgotten about it?"
Kawasaki Maru: "..."
Kawakita Machi lowered his eyes and said softly, "That's true."
Upon hearing this, Kawasaki Maru glanced at him and then looked away.
Morataya raised an eyebrow slightly in suspicion, then turned to look at R. "Godfather, do you know why?"
R calmly adjusted his glasses and smiled, "His memories are a bit confused because of the influence of the demon bloodline."
He glanced at Kawasaki Maru, "In the end, you still couldn't balance these two bloodlines."
Kawasaki Masuru lowered her eyes without saying a word.
Kawasaki Machi turned to look at him with a puzzled expression: "???"
Kawasaki Maru silently rubbed his face.
...
As Kawasaki Maruchi investigated, he did indeed obtain a lot of useful information.
Death seems to have developed a sense of crisis about this.
So they set a trap specifically for Kawasaki Masuru.
Because Kawasato Machi's situation was getting worse, Kawasato Maru went anyway, regardless of whether it was a trap or not.
Because of the darkness and the fact that the opponent's hidden strength was not bad, Kawasaki Maru was almost unable to accurately locate their position immediately.
On the contrary, the other party seemed to have his precise location, knowing exactly where he was from the very beginning.
Kawasaki Maru landed lightly on a tree branch, but before he could even stand properly, an arrow suddenly shot from behind him. He quickly dodged to the side.
The silver arrow that he dodged shot directly into the trunk of another tree, the entire arrowhead and a small part of the shaft embedded in the trunk, the fletching still trembling slightly.
The next second, silver arrows shot in from almost every direction.
Clearly, Death was there to kill him.
Kawasaki Masuru quickly dodged.
But then, his body suddenly stopped for a moment, and in that instant, a silver arrow pierced straight through his chest!
The arrow tip, along with a string of blood droplets, finally embedded itself in the tree trunk.
Chuan Shengzhenliu's blue pupils darkened, and he fell directly to the ground from mid-air, the blood seeping from his chest staining his clothes red.
A member of Death stepped forward and placed a coin-like object on his forehead. The next second, a pair of wings appeared on the back of Kawasaki Maru.
The member wearing the rabbit mask flipped him over and, without any further movement, took out a dagger and cut off his wings!
However, in the blink of an eye, a cold glint flashed, and a few drops of blood, like pearls, sprayed from the neck of the member with the rabbit mask.
The member with the rabbit mask collapsed to the ground with a thud, his body severed from his head. His head rolled a few times before finally coming to rest at the feet of Kawasaki Maru.
The camera pans upwards, revealing that the bleeding from his chest has stopped, and the hole that pierced through him is slowly healing.
A bulge appeared at the base of his wings, and two black wings burst forth powerfully.
His icy blue left eye was now stained red, revealing nothing but cruelty and violence in addition to indifference.
With the moon on his back, Kawasaki Maru's eyes shone with a scarlet light. His huge black wings fluttered slightly, and he gently shook his hand to wipe away the blood droplets from his sharp fingernails.
His eyes flickered, and he flashed to the side of the Death member who was hiding nearby. He suddenly reached out and ripped the other person's heart out of their chest.
Kicked the corpse aside, Kawasaki Maru lowered her eyes to look at the still-beating black and red heart in her hand, and with a forceful squeeze, crushed it.
He turned his head to look in a certain direction, and a faint, indistinct voice drifted over:
"I never imagined you were a half-angel, half-demon..."
Kawasaki glanced at the two vanished corpses, sensing the retreating presence in the shadows. He stood there for a moment before flapping his wings and leaving.
Looking at his own bloodshot left eye in the mirror, he silently applied a bandage to disguise his injury.
This scene sent chills down everyone's spines.
For a moment, no one spoke.
...
“This gun is specially made, and the bullet is also specially made; there’s only one.” Hoshino Tsukasa handed the gun, which looked no different from an ordinary gun, to Pramia with a smile that didn’t seem very warm. He instructed her, “When the time comes, you must hit his heart.”
Pramia took the gun and nodded knowingly. "I understand."
Hoshino Tsukasa smiled. "The Boss will let you make your move at the right time, so you need to keep an eye on things."
"good."
...
Kawasato Machi vaguely received a message saying that if he did not appear, Kawasato Maru would be in danger, and that he must go to the designated location.
He panicked immediately and, with the help of Subaru Okiya, rushed off to find Kawasaki Masashi.
But how could he know that Death had summoned him only to threaten Kawasaki Masashi?
Kawasaki Maru stood still, staring at Machi, who was being held at gunpoint, and did not move for a moment.
He weighed it in his mind.
Death knew that True Knowledge was an angel, and later treated him as an experimental subject only because it was a novelty, but he did not feel regret when this experimental subject was no longer available.
With a few exceptions, most of the test subjects were dispensable in their eyes.
so……
Whether he moves or not, true knowledge will never end well in their hands.
He decided that he should at least rescue the truth from their hands first.
While Kawasaki Masuru was thinking, Pramia kept a close eye on him, gripping a gun with only one bullet in its hand, ready to shoot Kawasaki Masuru at any moment.
"Let's do it."
Just then, she heard a voice beside her. Without thinking, Pramia pointed the gun at Kawasaki Masuru's chest and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The bullet pierced Kawasaki Maru's heart.
He then collapsed to the ground, and almost immediately, Kawasaki Masuru lost consciousness.
This bullet is specially made.
Since Death is associated with demons, they must know the demons' weaknesses.
An angel's lifeblood is its wings; if all the wings are cut off using a special taboo, the angel will lose its life.
The demon's life force resides in its heart; however, it can only die if its heart is damaged by a weapon made of special materials.
Death showed no mercy.
"..."
Kawasato Machi took a deep breath, covered his eyes, and fell into Kawasato Maru's arms.
"Ah, Death, how wicked you are!"
Liu Qingyao spoke with a sense of helplessness.
The others didn't know what to say either.
Once they leave, they will forget what happened here. At that time, they will only have a superficial understanding of the Black Organization, Death, and the Church, or they will remember nothing at all.
What's the point of saying that?
The segment on the truth that was played next was known to some of them, until the screen went black, when they were once again prompted by that mechanical voice about the process.
It seems that all they can do here is watch movies.
Fortunately, they didn't feel tired here; otherwise, they really wouldn't have been able to endure such a long time without a rest.
The flipped pattern was one they had never seen before.
The card features a black and white silhouette of a single person, but a line above the silhouette makes it look like the profile of two people.
Some people turned to look at Liu Qingyao.
Liu Qingyao touched her nose.
Ah, this...
Is it his turn now?
The people who had seen the film said, "You've criticized us so much, this time we're going to see what you have to say that's funny!"
Liu Qingyao: "..."
I was wrong, but I'll do it again next time.
...
The surrounding environment was dim, and a group of children, ranging in age from three or four to fourteen or fifteen, including both boys and girls, huddled together in fear.
If you listen carefully, you can hear faint crying sounds.
The little boy, who was only about five or six years old, sat in the corner with his knees drawn up to his chest. His once clean clothes were now stained with dirt. Like the other children, his eyes were filled with confusion and fear.
A creaking sound came, the door opened, and light rushed in, bringing a warm and cozy feeling.
So it's not nighttime now.
Most children think that way.
They quietly raised their heads and saw the people who had brought them here and locked them up.
A man with a cheap cigarette dangling from his mouth swaggered open the door, stood in the doorway and looked the children over. Then he pointed to several children and smiled cruelly, “These few, cripple their hands, feet and voices, and throw them out to beg.”
"Alright, brother!"
The men behind the man eagerly dragged away the children he pointed to.
The man took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled, then pointed to a few children, "These few, we can take their organs and sell them. As for the rest, we can find a good opportunity to sell them to customers."
"Yes, brother!"
The children cried and kicked them, but to no avail; they only received a beating and verbal abuse in return.
When the door closed again, the darkness silenced the heartbreaking cries of those who heard them, and only a few children remained.
Although it's not nice to say it like that, they were relatively lucky; at least they weren't maimed or disemboweled.
The boy, huddled in the corner, buried his face in his arms, gritting his teeth to hold back tears of fear, silently repeating his own name and his parents' names in his heart again and again, consciously yet numbly.
"..."
Bechfenger et al.: Damn it, I can't laugh at all.
Liu Qingyao herself: baring her big teeth.
Qianzhu glanced at him, then gently patted his head. "What are you laughing at?"
Liu Qingyao: "They're laughing at my luck, that I actually managed to escape from human traffickers alive."
Behrfinger cast a pitying look at him.
Liu Qingyao gave him a whack, saying, "You little brat, you're actually feeling sorry for me now? You should feel sorry for yourself!"
Bechfenger: "...Oh."
...
The little boy was sold to an elderly couple for one hundred.
On the way back with them, he neither cried nor tried to escape.
Because he didn't know this place, and he didn't know the way.
This is deep in the mountains. Even if he escapes from them now, it will be difficult for him to leave here alive and go home.
When the elderly couple surrounded him and asked him what his name was.
The little boy blinked in confusion and shook his head timidly, "...I don't remember."
"Okay, then I'll call you Little Cow from now on, because you're healthy and strong."
This is a small village deep in the mountains. Once you leave the village, it's hard to find any other people.
The young boy stayed there quietly for several years, enduring the hardships of the elderly couple. After they passed away one after another, before anyone else in the village came looking for him, he took what he had been saving and left overnight.
The elderly couple treated him well, and because he couldn't have children, they treated him like their own. He didn't hate them, but he would never forgive them.
If it weren't for people like them who take child trafficking for granted, then he and many other children wouldn't be forced to leave their families, their fates unknown, or even a family destroyed.
On the road, the boy not only had to carefully avoid humans, but also wild animals in the mountains and forests. It took him almost a month to escape the deep mountains that had trapped him for several years.
In order to find his family as soon as possible, he didn't even stay in the small county town for long. He went to the police station in a larger city to ask for help from the police.
When he stumbled into the police station, officers immediately came over, helped him up, sat him down, asked about his situation, comforted him, and gave him something to eat.
The boy's hand holding the water was still trembling slightly, but he calmly spoke about his identity and experiences.
After learning his identity, the police quickly investigated his family, but hesitated to tell the boy. Instead, they called the police in the city where he was registered.
...
Instead of her parents, Liu Qingyao was greeted by their colleague.
The man, who had rushed over wearing only a coat, recognized Liu Qingyao the moment he saw him. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly walked over and hugged him, "Qingyao! I'm so glad you're alright, I'm so glad you're alright..."
Liu Qingyao's memory was also somewhat hazy, but he still recognized the other person. His eyes welled up with tears, and he buried his face in the other person's arms, feeling wronged, "Uncle Yang..."
Yang Jinghua patted his back and only let go of him after he calmed down.
Liu Qingyao wiped away her tears and looked at him with confusion, "Uncle Yang, where are my mom and dad? Aren't they available?"
Yang Jinghua paused, opened his mouth but didn't know how to answer, "They..."
Liu Qingyao looked at him, a bad feeling creeping into her heart, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Yang Jinghua rubbed his head, her tone slightly bitter, "Rest first, and I'll take you to see them when we get back."
"..."
He seemed to know what that bad feeling was.
Liu Qingyao paused for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."
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