Chapter 109 Chapter 109 Good night, officer.
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It's really a bit strange, Mo Shiyu thought as he walked in silence.
The Vongola family that Mr. White Rabbit described as something to be admired was, for the child before him, a future that had yet to materialize. At least before the story even began, the situation at Sawada Tsunayoshi's home was likely not what Mo Shiyu had described.
But the child did not deny it.
Mo Shiyu recalled Mr. White Rabbit's gentle, hoarse voice. "I always feel unwilling. If only I could have taken charge a few years earlier, at least I could have started at the same time as the other two works..."
"Don't worry about them."
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his mind.
The voice was vague and seductive, as if it came from an old radio, and it was also permeated with a cold and damp feeling.
“!”
Mo Shiyu's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, and he immediately looked around.
Smirnoff was behind him, with Vest No. 2 holding him. Enemies appeared around them from time to time, squeezing onto the narrow stairs amidst the chaotic and noisy sound of footsteps and gunfire.
There is no trace.
The voice suddenly sounded and disappeared suddenly, leaving no trace.
He looked doubtful and uncertain, lowered his voice, and asked in Fumian's ear, "Did you hear the voice?"
After twisting a man's throat, Fumian shook his head quietly.
Did the voice come from inside his head?
Mo Shiyu looked at his spiritual body. After this evolution, a virtual image of a nest composed of entwined roots formed in his brain, and She Yu was sleeping surrounded by his spiritual body.
Is there anything else in his mind besides Sheyu?
He searched bit by bit until he saw a vague figure behind a dark tree root with intricate ram's horn patterns.
Naked, trapped in layers of dark tree roots.
The white one is dazzling.
The figure was curled up hugging a tree root in the nest, with his head against the root, looking extremely insecure.
His not-so-long hair covered half of his face. It was black with a hint of smoky gray.
Mo Shiyu's pupils trembled.
This, this person is...!
As if noticing Mo Shiyu's gaze, the figure moved slightly, stretching out a little from the curled up position.
He revealed a little of his blurry face, so his expression could not be seen. He slowly bent one of his pale, slender legs and placed it on the tree root. The inner thigh touched the thick, rough tree root and rubbed it slowly.
Mo Shiyu's fingers pressing on Fumian's shoulders trembled violently, and his face flushed uncontrollably from cheeks to earlobes, and he could not control the urge to swear at all.
Oh my god!
What’s going on?!
At this moment, that low and hoarse voice sounded again, "Cover your mouth and nose."
As soon as Mo Shiyu heard these words, an unsettling sound came from behind him.
Something the size of a palm was projected in from the window and fell to the ground.
The instinct developed from years of fighting frantically warned him of danger, and he subconsciously covered his mouth and nose. The next second, the fuse of the ammunition that fell to the ground was pulled, and smoke instantly filled the air.
Mo Shiyu's eyes suddenly felt sore and swollen, and tears flowed uncontrollably, "Tear gas bomb?"
Then, through the smoke, he caught sight of the rich, ominous, and strange pink color that gradually seeped into the air. His expression suddenly changed, "Not good! Let's go!"
It was the strange potion that Karasuma Renya had injected into his body last time, which was enough to destroy his mind!
He actually mixed this drug into tear gas.
The mask given by Dazai is currently in a self-purification state and cannot be used temporarily. If he inhales the gas now, he will be in a desperate situation where he cannot resist and will be at the mercy of others!
Mo Shiyu closed his eyes tightly, covered the lower half of his face with his hands, and let the mask carry him quickly through the smoke.
But once you pass through one layer of smoke, you will immediately be thrown into the next layer of smoke. Karasuma Renya didn't know how many people he had sent to throw these smoke bombs at almost every window.
He's pushing himself out.
Mo Shiyu didn't dare to breathe at all, and his face turned blue within a minute.
"I have no choice but to go out. I don't know what's waiting for me outside..."
Just as this thought came to mind, a figure suddenly appeared from the corner beside him. The man was holding a gas mask and put it on Mo Shiyu's head neatly.
Mo Shiyu felt that his vision suddenly darkened, and when he could see clearly, he saw Hagiwara Kenji standing in front of him. The police officer's hair was a little messy, making his handsome features look pale and fragile. His pair of dark purple eyes stared at him without blinking.
Kenji Hagiwara held a pistol in his other hand, with the muzzle pointing at the ground at an angle.
"What are you doing..." Mo Shiyu only had time to utter one word before he was pulled into the next room by Hagiwara Kenji.
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The door was tightly closed, but wisps of smoke still seeped in.
The other people present did not react to the potion, and only Mo Shiyu reacted.
Mo Shiyu had been reminded by the person in his head, and covered his mouth and nose in advance before the smoke filled the air, but he still couldn't prevent it completely and inhaled a small amount of the medicine.
He half-knelt on the ground and coughed muffledly.
This time was different from the last time he was injected with the drug. The terrifying feeling of almost losing himself was different. Perhaps it was because the amount he inhaled was relatively small. His consciousness was still there, but his body became extremely sensitive, and the slightest touch could make him tremble all over.
He could only take off his vest and sit on a chair alone.
Kenji Hagiwara looked at him, his quiet gaze sweeping across his scarred and nervously trembling body. His eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, then suddenly closed and opened again the next second.
Drug control.
Sadly, he wasn't that surprised.
There was only a deeper and more scorching resentment that accumulated more and more, lying heavy in my heart like a chain.
"Officer Hagiwara—" Mo Shiyu took off his gas mask and placed it on the table next to him. He spoke in a hoarse voice, finishing what he had just said. "You can't stay here. Leave quickly."
Hagiwara Kenji almost laughed for a moment, then said coldly, "From the beginning to the end, you really couldn't bear to tell me the truth. You only wanted to push me further away."
"It's all right, I don't care," he said, "but now, I will never let you go again."
Mo Shiyu looked at him. He subconsciously wanted to avoid her gaze, but in the end he chose to look directly into those tired yet sparkling purple eyes. He gritted his teeth and said slowly, "You won't let me go? Where do you want me to go? Jail?"
Hagiwara Kenji stared at him intently.
Mo Shiyu's eyes were filled with sour and unbearable moisture, but he forced himself to suppress it. Finally, he sneered and said, "At first, being friends with the police was indeed a novelty for me, but now I'm tired of it."
He stood up and took a stumbling step closer.
"Honestly, you're so gullible. I haven't told you a single word of truth from beginning to end. I just showed you my injuries a few times, and you acted like you couldn't let it go. You even ran here without caring about your own life. Do you have some kind of hero complex?"
Mo Shiyu grabbed Hagiwara Kenji by the collar, threw him against the wall, looked him straight in the eyes, and said word by word, "Unfortunately, I don't need your self-righteous salvation."
Kenji Hagiwara was pushed against the wall, and there was a muffled sound when his back hit the wall. The young man in front of him had a pale face, and the hand holding his collar was still shaking. He didn't have much strength to threaten anyone.
He took a deep breath, then grabbed Mo Shiyu's collar and pushed him hard against the wall, causing him to let out a suppressed groan.
"Mo Shiyu, I'm warning you too." Hagiwara Kenji's voice was soft, but filled with burning emotion. "You can't control me. I want to protect you. It has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with whether you're a criminal or not! Whether it's the government or any other organization, I won't let anyone hurt you again until everything is settled, and then I'll send you to jail myself!"
Mo Shiyu had never seen Hagiwara Kenji get angry. To be honest, it was scary. He was clearly aware that he had hurt the other person.
"Why do you always do these thankless tasks?" Mo Shiyu forced a smile and approached him, breathing warm air on his blood-stained cheek.
"I know what you're thinking. You think I was forced, that I'm a pitiful person, and that I can still be saved." Mo Shiyu laughed sarcastically, "As long as I change my ways, I can start over. Right?"
"I'm telling you, it's impossible," he said. "I have no hardship, and I don't need to atone for my sins. I just want to take revenge on the world, and I'll keep taking revenge on it."
Mo Shiyu looked at the man so close to him, and with the smell of blood filling his nose, he spoke word by word, "You'd better kill me here, otherwise, I will kill more people."
Hagiwara Kenji gritted his teeth and said, "What did you say?"
"I said, I will definitely continue to kill people." Mo Shiyu said, "Give up the idea of saving me."
"After knowing the crime I committed, the only relationship between you and me is that of a police officer and a fugitive. If you invest too much personal emotion in the case," Mo Shiyu whispered in his ear, "Hagiwara Kenji, I will destroy you."
Mo Shiyu broke free from his hand and took a step back. "Thank you for the gas mask."
Kenji Hagiwara stared at him intently, watching the young man with long gray hair and cold and murderous eyes retreat step by step. What flashed through his mind was the photo he had seen before, of the young man wearing an apron, sitting in the store, smiling and holding a cat and looking back.
Why?
What a ridiculous, pathetic contrast.
The room became quiet and no one spoke anymore. Only the faint sound of voices and footsteps could be heard from behind the door.
"Are you going out to kill someone?" Hagiwara Kenji said hoarsely.
"Yes." Mo Shiyu chuckled.
"I won't let you do that." said Kenji Hagiwara.
Mo Shiyu raised his lips, and looked at him with dark gray pupils, "Then, officer, shoot me."
“…”
Kenji Hagiwara clenched the gun in his hand, and his fingers began to tremble.
What is this? He didn't come here for this kind of result.
Shiyu, why are you still going into the abyss? Don't you want to go back? Don't you want to go back to the manager's cake shop? Don't you want to go back to school?
But the young man had already put on a gas mask and was about to turn the door handle.
Hagiwara Kenji quickly raised his gun, pointed it at the young man's right leg, and shouted, "Don't leave!"
Mo Shiyu paused.
Hagiwara Kenji took a deep breath. "This is a warehouse where they transport supplies and also a trading ground for people smuggling. There are two back doors, one of which leads directly to the airfield in the back mountain, where the helicopter I contacted is located." The black-haired officer's voice was extremely calm, and his gun was steady. Only the emotion in his eyes seemed to be shattering. "Follow me!"
"How is pointing a gun at my legs a threat?" Mo Shiyu turned around, revealing a little bit of his eyes. "Officer Hagiwara, you should aim at my head—shoot!"
The air seemed to become thinner, squeezing his vision, and Hagiwara Kenji's finger on the trigger was trembling.
This year is only Hagiwara Kenji's second year as a police officer.
He met a criminal who asked him to pull the trigger, which left a deep scar in his heart that would never go away.
He was so young, covered with scars, with beautiful but gloomy features. He was a victim and a dangerous murderer.
Kenji Hagiwara failed to fire the gun.
He missed the most important opportunity to take action.
The man behind him took advantage of the moment when his attention and emotions were completely attracted by Mo Shiyu and slashed at the back of his neck with a knife.
Everything in front of my eyes suddenly went dark.
“…”
Kenji Hagiwara stumbled and hit his elbow on the iron frame next to him. The sharp pain in an instant almost overwhelmed the deep darkness before his eyes.
The last thing he saw was the young man's glance towards him.
What followed was a deep feeling of powerlessness and bitterness spreading in my heart.
He couldn't save Shi Yu in the past, and he couldn't stop him now. He could only watch him walk towards an even darker abyss.
Shi Yu, the black-haired police officer tried hard to open his eyes and open his dry lips, wanting to say something.
That day at school, when the bomb countdown reached the last second, it was you who killed the bomber, right?
What is this? What on earth is this?
If you don't want to go back to the past, why bother going to college, if you are a sociopath filled with hatred, why bother saving people?
Yes, the friendship between them was not fake, but it was not important enough to change Shi Yu's mind.
Kenji Hagiwara suddenly realized why he couldn't stop this child even if he chased him to a foreign country and got in front of him.
Language is powerless and force is one-sided.
To protect someone requires not only a sincere heart, but also the power to change the fate of others.
If he stands high enough, high enough to influence the country's choices, it would be enough to catch him and protect him, rather than helplessly begging him to stay.
Now, he has nothing, so even if you give your whole heart to him, you can only watch him leave.
"Good night, officer." He received only a faint whisper in response.
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