Chapter 107 Chapter 107 What a crazy plot!
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Mo Shiyu was alone in the gloomy hospital scene, sleeping in a corner on the cold, pale floor for about 10 minutes.
His body was so exhausted that for a few minutes his consciousness grew hazy, as if he were about to sink into a dark and peaceful dream. But at a certain moment, the fear of falling into a deeper abyss brought him awake.
"...Shiyu, is that you?"
The store manager...
Don't look at me, don't look at me.
He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the dirty wall. After a while, he slowly turned his head and found himself covered by shadows.
A leather-clad man stood quietly beside him, guarding him, motionless, like a loyal silent knight, or like a gloomy monster standing in the shadows.
There were several large holes burned in the military uniform covering his face, and there were also scars on his body, but they were all healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Cover the face..." Mo Shiyu murmured softly.
"Where's Dazai?"
After a few seconds of silence, Fumian said in a low voice, a frigid version of Mo Shiyu, "...Not here."
Gone? Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes in a daze.
He still didn't know how Dazai found him or what he was here for. He even felt that the Dazai who appeared just now was an illusion.
After all, why would that person be in a place like Slovakia?
Fumian half-knelt down, and the silver ornament on his chest made a slight tinkling sound. He looked at the main body quietly, raised one hand, and wiped the blood and dust on Mo Shiyu's face bit by bit with his fingertips covered by leather gloves.
The movements were slow, with a certain inhuman tenderness and terror.
It feels like a monster.
Until the outlines of Mo Shiyu's eyebrows and eyes gradually became clear under his wiping, and became as clean as before, Fumian finally put down his hand, feeling satisfied.
He did not tell his original body how difficult it was to get here, nor did he tell it how badly he was injured. He just quietly wiped his original body's wounds.
Even though the original body didn't even look at him.
Mo Shiyu did not stop him, his eyes were still dark.
Just now he heard...the manager's voice.
Mo Shiyu turned around and looked at the screen on the wall, but it was black.
He eliminated any possibility of threatening the store manager's life in the most cruel and intuitive way.
It's over.
He was clearly aware of this.
In the past few years, no matter how close he was, Mo Shiyu never returned to the store once, in order to tell those who had investigated his background that he didn't care about the people there at all.
Didn't the organization know about his past after landing in Japan? Couldn't the government find out?
They all know.
But the cold investigative report cannot reveal the deep emotions behind it.
He had only worked there for less than a month. From an adult's perspective, who could have imagined the depth of ties that a one-month employment relationship could create?
Mo Shiyu knew the arrogance of these adults. They would not argue in detail about things that they thought were impossible.
No one believed it. They had spent so much time and effort trying to win the true love of the Worm Mother, but in fact, only 20 days were enough.
But now, everyone in the world knows who his weakness is.
Not only the dead old man, but also other organizations, they will hurt the people he loves and will do whatever it takes.
"Pick me up." Mo Shiyu heard his own calm voice, "I still have things to do."
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Mo Shiyu buried his wet and cold face in the cold shoulders covering his face and thought, he can still make amends, there is still a lot he can do.
For the people he wants to protect.
Even if it makes his appearance completely unrecognizable in the store manager's mind.
"Go to the command room." He whispered.
****
When Fumian was taking him away from this floor, Mo Shiyu seemed to sense something and raised his head.
A few strands of bloody flesh appeared and disappeared from the gaps in the ceiling, slithered to his cheek like snakes, kissed him, and then turned into smoke and melted in his eyes.
"Mother, Mother!"
They rushed to be devoured by him and became part of the nest in his mind.
It feels icy and cool, like eye drops.
Mo Shiyu's eyelashes trembled, and strange blood-colored lines lit up in the corners of his eyes for a moment.
As if it was an instinct engraved in his genes, he naturally knew what had just happened and accepted it calmly.
The nest mother's abilities are parasitism and pollution.
As long as you see the appearance of the Nest Mother, it is equivalent to establishing a connection with the Nest Mother and planting the seed of the Nest Mother in your body.
To look is to be contaminated.
Once the seed germinates, it will absorb nutrients and grow freely in the parasitic nest. Within a few seconds, it will break through the mother's chest and be born in flesh and blood. Finally, it will return to the mother's arms and become nutrients for the growth of the nest mother.
A little bit of sanity.
Mo Shiyu never understood why such a good and law-abiding boy like him would awaken such a terrifying and visually polluting ability?
I have to say that he now really feels like the moth people are his own children - Mo Shiyu used to despise them, but now he realizes that he is not qualified at all, and the way the moth people grow up is completely up to him on some level.
The boomerang finally hit himself.
Mo Shiyu's body was already very hot, and he became even weaker after the explosion of his small universe. Number Two held him in his arms and walked to the elevator.
The elevator was no longer usable. Fumian held onto the elevator shaft with one hand and Mo Shiyu's waist with the other. He jumped up easily and tore a hole in the closed elevator door along the middle with one hand.
Mo Shiyu saw Tiao Ye Caiju sitting against the wall at the elevator door.
There were bloodstains on the head and back of the white-haired hound. He was breathing lightly, tilting his head to look over, and smiling.
"Agents of America," he whispered. "Tell me, are you serving your country?"
Is it a hound?
Mo Shiyu's gaze circled around him several times, and he immediately determined that the wound on this man was caused by Fumian. His eyes shifted slightly and lingered on Fumian's torn clothes.
Fumian said nothing and silently stepped over the white-haired hound.
"Heh..." Tiaoye Caiju covered the bleeding wounds on her chest and abdomen, tilted her head back, leaned against the wall, and chuckled softly, "Evil or good, there's no difference except for the heart hidden deep beneath the skin."
"Mr. Shi Yu, I was indeed too harsh last time," he squinted his eyes and tilted his head to look at me, saying softly, "The facts of your crimes over the past two years will not change. If you make a mistake, you must pay the price. I think you should also be very clear about this. But now all this..."
"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have said those things. I wanted to apologize."
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and said, "Everyone is doing their job. There is nothing to apologize for."
"Haha," Tiaoye Caiju chuckled again, choking a little, "Really..."
"It's my job to shed my blood for a shared future for mankind. I once believed it wholeheartedly," he said, tilting his head. "But facts have proven that this may just be superficial slogans. Even the leaders I respect the most have their own ulterior motives. Mr. Shiyu, there are too many sins in this world that cannot be judged. In reality, there are no perfect endings, only compromises."
"At least joining one side will make your life easier. The hound will protect you and your loved ones with his life."
Mo Shiyu tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at the ends, and his smoky-gray pupils flashed a hint of blood and flesh mixed color for a moment. "Mr. Tiaoye, please remember, it is this world that needs me, not me who needs this world."
"I don't need to join any side. Your injuries are serious, please leave as soon as possible."
After saying this, Mo Shiyu was ready to let No. 2 take him away.
He was not at peace. Was there unrest within the Hounds? Why?
At this sensitive juncture, maybe it has something to do with him.
The hound in front of him was warning him. Mo Shiyu pressed his forehead and thought, but stopped the next second.
I don't know when it started, but there were a lot more breathing sounds around me.
Rapid, frantic.
Fumian's originally calm movements changed in an instant.
He held Mo Shiyu in his arms, quickly found a direction, and sped forward, leaving the injured hound behind.
enemy!
Tiaoye Caiju raised her head and squinted her eyes as she looked at the humans who kept pouring in after the door was rudely kicked open.
Even though he couldn't see, he knew that everyone's eyes must be a lifeless scarlet.
vampire.
Their hound boss, Fukuchi Sakurachi, used the sealed vampire ancestor to control almost half of Tokyo.
He wants the Worm Queen to be his tool to destroy the world.
Obviously, he should have known that something was wrong before Fukuchi Yingchi sent him alone to Slovakia, forcing him and America's psychic to fight to the point of mutual destruction.
But he trusted his leader too much.
"Leaving..." Tiaoye Caiju narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Mr. Shiyu, leaving is not that easy."
He struggled to stand up and drew out his sharp knife. "At least, we must fight for the world until the last moment."
****
In an instant, just like when the lid of a pot is lifted up after boiling water and steam continues to overflow, guys with red eyes rushed in from all directions.
The base that was wiped out by Reborn became lively again, but Mo Shiyu was not happy at all.
Whenever he felt that his mental state was about to go crazy, he discovered that the world was much more crazy than he was.
No, is that reasonable?
"Vampires ahhhh——" Mo Shiyu was angrily hugged by Number Two, "What a crazy plot!"
The situation was urgent, and Ma Jia showed no mercy, punching out the brains of anyone who rushed towards him with one punch.
Mo Shiyu saw a handsome young man with semi-long black hair and red eyes reaching out to grab him expressionlessly. The black clothes behind him turned into sharp claws with bared fangs. His heart was once again filled with SOS.
Looking closely, it seems to be Ryunosuke Akutagawa!
He was about to say something when suddenly there was a large empty space in front of him. The black-haired young man who was controlled by the vampire immediately withdrew his hand and dodged the attack.
The baby in the black suit looked down at him, propping up the brim of his hat with the black muzzle of his gun. The clear pacifier on his chest was faintly red. He said softly in a voice like a whisper to a lover, "ciaos."
It's Reborn!
The insect with long dark green hair landed on the ground, holding the brown-haired child. He spread his transparent wings that shone with dark green fluorescence, and flashed in front of Mo Shiyu. He blocked the flying black-clad claws with his sharp nails, and looked back at the gray-haired mother who was imprisoned in the arms of the man covered by the military uniform. His eyes turned cold almost instantly, "Mother——"
For the first time, Mo Shiyu silently acknowledged this good boy in his heart, "I'm fine, don't worry." He raised his hand and caressed the leather-covered cheek affectionately, "He's on our side."
Smirnoff: “…”
Smirnoff looked at him as if a conservative prince was looking at his handsome father who fell in love with every woman he met.
Mo Shiyu knew it couldn't have taken them so long to notice something was wrong and rush over, so he asked, "What did you encounter along the way?"
"Government troops, spontaneous protesters, and other vampires are fighting each other..." Smirno said, "It's a mess outside."
Mo Shiyu's expression wasn't good. He had expected the government to take drastic action, but he hadn't expected the situation to be so chaotic. Something must have happened in Yokohama.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's face was pale as he reached out and grasped a strand of his ash-gray hair. In return, Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes gently. "Don't cry." He whispered, "It will be over soon."
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him with his exceptionally clear warm brown eyes. He nodded, stood on tiptoe, touched Mo Shiyu's head, and whispered, "Brother Shiyu, don't cry either."
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment.
The young Dakong's eyes seemed to be able to reflect his soul, filled with a faint light.
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