Chapter 114 Chapter 114 Brother, are you a murderer? ...
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“Huh, huh…”
Blood oozed out from the broken knuckles, dripping onto the girl's cheeks, leaving a distinct line of blood, and then flowing onto the dark seat beneath her.
Miura Haru heard his own trembling breathing of fear.
Just a moment ago, she thought she was going to die.
The knife flashed straight towards her neck, but it didn't hurt her. Instead...
The blood-stained dagger fell into the car with a clang. The driver, wearing a baseball cap, covered his hands and cried out in pain, "What... happened..."
"..." He raised his ferocious face, "Stupid girl. What did you do?"
Miura Haru huddled in the corner of the back seat, instinctively touched his cheek, looked at the blood on his fingertips, his eyes filled with helplessness, fear and panic.
what happened?
The dark shadows of the trees pressed into the narrow car from outside the window, and were reflected in the girl's hair. The pink hairband flashed an eerie silver light in the darkness, flowing slowly as if it had life.
The man had a gloomy face and lowered his head to pick up the knife.
Miura Haru suddenly came to her senses. She fumbled around in panic, her fingers trembling as she pulled the car door handle, but the locked door could not be opened from the inside.
"Mr. Tsuna..."
Her face was covered with tears, and she called out to the person she trusted most in fear.
"How cute." The murderer chuckled behind him. "Who is Mr. Tsuna? Is he your boyfriend?"
"Oh, I remember now..." He tilted his head and suddenly grinned, "It must be the child of the Sawada family, he is also very cute..."
"Such a small town has so many top-notch products. It's really a great deal."
"I just killed any driver, found a taxi, and said a few words to you and you believed me to get in. Little girl, didn't you notice that I look different from the photo in the car?" He held the dagger and couldn't help laughing.
"The police are probably going to arrest me. This is probably my last chance to have fun. I'm going to break you into pieces..."
"Woo..." When the murderer grabbed his ankle, Miura Haru kicked hard and fell to the front seat. In panic, his elbow hit the horn.
"Beep--" The monotonous and shrill sound of the horn echoed in the woods late at night.
The murderer grinned nonchalantly, roughly turned her over, raised the knife, and mercilessly fell on her soft abdomen -
Miura Haru closed his eyes in despair.
In an instant, she felt the cool, sharp touch of the knife tip against her skin, which made her shudder.
She thought she was being stabbed.
Until she heard the murderer's painful groan.
She opened her trembling eyes and lowered her head, only to see a core of silver-pink cherry blossoms slowly emerging from the place where she should have been stabbed, like a bit of enchanting light pink fallen on the snow.
When the tip of the knife touched the flower tattoo, it was like hitting a barrier. Some huge recoil force pushed the dagger out of his hand, and the murderer's knuckles burst open, and blood flowed again.
He cursed bitterly, "What's going on? Why can't I stab it—"
Before he finished speaking, the next second, the car window glass was shattered with a bang.
Anyone?!
Amidst the broken glass, the murderer turned around in shock, only to be met with a ghostly face that was mostly wrapped in tattered bandages.
"The evidence is conclusive." The man raised the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice.
He looked at the scene inside the car, picked up a piece of glass, and stabbed it into the murderer's eye socket. He laughed amid the piercing screams, "You are guilty—"
"Ah! Ah!" The murderer covered his eyes and his screams almost pierced people's eardrums.
Miura Haru stared blankly at the man as he let go of his hand, leaving the sharp piece of glass in the murderer's eye.
Thick blood flowed out from the palm of his hand, soon covering his entire hand.
A tall and thin figure, with a tinkling sound, and a figure somewhat similar to the figure she had seen in the alley before.
It’s that person... following me.
The man reached in through the broken window nonchalantly, fumbled with his fingers to unlock the car door, and then opened the door.
The icy cold wind suddenly blew in.
Without even looking at Miura Haru, he hooked the murderer's neck with a chain and dragged the murderer, who was lying in the car, out of the car.
The murderer fell to the ground, his face filled with terror as he tried to move back, but he had no strength at all.
“…”
Xiao Mo turned his back to the car and walked slowly over with a limp. The silver handcuffs hung on his bony wrists, swaying as he walked.
Miura Haru looked at this scene.
She suddenly realized with great clarity that no matter whether the person coming was good or bad, this might be her only chance to escape.
The moment this thought flashed through her mind, she made a prompt decision, tiptoed out of the car almost silently, found a direction, and ran out stumblingly.
“…”
Xiao Mo tilted his head slightly and fixed his gaze on the hairband behind the girl's head.
Compared to what it looked like on the shelf before, there is one less cherry blossom on the headband.
Seven months ago, they discovered the headband, which had already killed three people. The last user was a famous ballet dancer.
When existing as a pollutant, the cherry blossoms embroidered on the headband will spread to the wearer's body little by little, eating away at the wearer's flesh and blood, causing unbearable pain and making it impossible to escape, until the wearer's body is no longer filled with internal organs, but is instead filled with a belly full of gorgeous cherry blossoms.
Mo Shiyu took the headband back to the store and wore it for a week to purify it.
Today, cherry blossoms still crawl onto people's skin, but they transform into a shield to block a fatal attack.
The enchanting patterns on the girl's soft waist and abdomen look like a work of art.
"It's so beautiful..." He smiled a little morbidly.
Xiao Mo admitted that he did it on purpose.
He followed them all the time, watching coldly as the girl was almost stabbed in the stomach by the murderer's knife, until he saw the effect of the headband and finally took action.
This is the mature nest mother, the obsessive, purifying power of filth.
Xiao Mo gently pried open the murderer's mouth, fiddled with his head, opened the car door, made him lie on the ground, opened his mouth and bit the car pedal, and raised one foot to step on the back of his head.
What he didn't have time to become.
The murderer had a chain around his neck, unable to move as if he were under a spell.
The force applied to the back of his head became stronger and stronger, his teeth cracked and broke, his mouth was full of blood, and he whimpered in extreme fear.
"Xiaoyu..." The bandaged young man squinted his eyes as if drunk and whispered infatuatedly, "Please purify me too."
****
Sawada Tsunayoshi faintly heard the girl crying.
He immediately stopped his bicycle, and a golden-red flame that ordinary people could not see ignited on his forehead. His expression became cold, and he listened carefully to the sound.
"Is this voice Xiaochun?"
Reborn pressed down the brim of his hat.
It took Sawada Tsunayoshi less than thirty seconds to find Miura Haru, who was staggering and running with blood on his face and body.
"Koharu!"
Miura Haru saw him and tears immediately flowed down his face, "Mr. Tsuna——"
Sawada Tsunayoshi supported her, and something cruel flashed in his warm eyes for a moment. He said gently, "Xiaochun, who did it?"
Miura Haru pointed behind him, his eyes red and his speech confused, "Taxi...taxi driver...when he was about to kill me, someone suddenly appeared and I escaped..."
Sawada Tsunayoshi followed her finger and looked at the dark road.
"Reborn, Xiaochun is left to you." He said softly.
Reborn snorted, "You really know how to order people around."
The young tenth generation leader of the Vongola threw down his beloved bicycle and disappeared in a flash.
The gloomy moonlight shone on the ground, passing through the dark woods, and Sawada Tsunayoshi saw a tall and thin figure.
Most of his body was wrapped in bandages, and his black hair was mixed with a few strands of familiar gray. The other party heard the slight sound, turned his head and looked at him, but it did not affect his next move at all.
“…”
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked down at him and stepped down hard.
The murderer's mouth, which was biting the steps, suddenly tore open, and his limp hands and feet trembled violently for a few times before he became completely motionless.
Blood and brain matter leaked out from the corners of his bloody mouth.
The brown-haired boy's eyes deepened as he stood motionless, watching this extremely cruel scene.
Who is it?
Appeared in such a small town.
The man raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his laughter was filled with twisted pleasure, like a ghost, "Hey, do I look good?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him wrapped in tattered bandages, his dark eyes revealing a cold and colorful look.
"Is this a life-threatening question?" he asked politely.
"Maybe." Xiao Mo laughed softly, "Because no matter which choice you make, you're guilty."
****
When Mo Shiyu realized that he probably couldn't beat Xiao Mo, he started to play badly in the bar.
"Xiao Yu, I caught the murderer." He heard Xiao Yu's voice in his mind, looking very interested and happy.
"Well, it looks like I lost." Mo Shiyu sat in the corner of the bar, feeling it for a while, and his expression suddenly changed, "Are you injured?"
"No." Xiao Mo sat on the roof, overlooking the peaceful town, holding a half-burned bandage. He laughed lightly, "I just found something interesting."
"for example?"
"For example, the little kitten you thought was cute and harmless is actually a big boss with his fangs retracted and his bigotry hidden."
Xiao Mo lowered his head and stroked the half bandage, chuckled a few times, and let go of his hand without any reluctance, letting it go with the wind.
Mo Shiyu showed a puzzled expression, but Xiao Mo did not continue speaking.
"Let's play some games."
"What are you playing?"
"Hide and seek." Xiao Mo said, "I want to play. I'm so itchy."
Mo Shiyu finished the last sip of his wine and stood up. "Time limit up?"
"When the sun rises." Xiao Mo swung his legs. "Okay?"
"Okay." Mo Shiyu turned and left the bar, turning into a dark alley. His pace gradually quickened. He leaned sideways against the wall, suddenly exerted force with his feet, flipped over the wall and landed on the ground, then ran away, his figure like a mature wolf hunting in the moonlight.
“Wu Li Wu Li——”
In the distance, the shrill sound of sirens pierced the silent night.
A thick layer of dark clouds drifted across the sky, obscuring the moon. The swaying shadows of the trees were stretched out, and the night streets stretched out, the deep darkness like a beast ready to devour people.
Tonight is destined to be a restless night.
The hide-and-seek that Xiao Mo mentioned is a way to divert attention and relieve the pain of addiction.
But it is only useful when playing with Mo Shiyu.
There were no pedestrians on the street, only the street lights flickering.
Mo Shiyu silently jumped up to the second floor, grabbed the window railing on the upper floor of a sushi restaurant, and was about to flip over when the window behind him was suddenly pushed open.
He turned around and came face to face with a black-haired boy who looked like a junior high school student.
The boy seemed startled.
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a few seconds without saying anything, and his movements froze.
A cheap black wig fluttered in the wind like a ball of ink, occasionally passing over his gloomy and beautiful eyebrows.
The black-haired boy blinked, as if looking at him. His amber pupils were a little blurry under the dim light, as if hiding a very deep shadow.
After a while, he smiled naturally, his white teeth flashing in front of my eyes. "Welcome, but if you want to eat sushi, it's on the first floor."
Look at what he said. If Mo Shiyu hadn't been clinging to the second-floor window in a shameful manner, I would have thought I had just walked into the wrong door and needed him to lead the way.
This reaction is so abnormal.
"...I don't eat sushi." Mo Shiyu looked at him and said softly.
"Huh?" Yamamoto Takeshi tilted his head.
Mo Shiyu curled his knuckles and knocked on his window, two soft "knocks". He looked at the other person with his smoky-gray eyes that were so intense that they could not be melted away.
"Someone is chasing me. Can you let me in to rest for a while?"
There was a deafening sirens in the background. Yamamoto Takeshi looked at him. After a while, he slowly turned sideways and said, "Okay."
Mo Shiyu smiled at him, pushed himself up with one hand and flipped in.
…
What caught his eyes was an ordinary junior high school student's room. It was not big, but very lively. There were homework books spread out on the desk and a lot of baseball equipment.
Mo Shiyu knew that Tsunayoshi was a friend, but that was all.
He seldom went out, and Sawada Tsunayoshi had never brought anyone except Reborn, so Mo Shiyu had only met him once or twice and had never actually met any of his friends.
Yamamoto Takeshi found a cup, filled it with some water and handed it to him.
He looked at the young man sitting in the corner of his room.
He was wearing a wig, with messy black hair draped over his body, a face that made one's hair tingle, and he smelled of alcohol.
He had inexplicably broken into his home and was now looking around his room curiously with a pair of smoky gray eyes.
It clings to people's windows and requires knocking on the window to get the owner's permission before entering.
It was like some strange story that appeared in the dark night.
Yamamoto Takeshi handed the water over and watched the other person raise a pale hand to take it. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Yamamoto Takeshi said with a smile, "Brother, are you a murderer?"
Mo Shiyu slowly turned his head to look at him.
The young man still had a cheerful smile on his face, as if he was not the one who asked the question.
Mo Shiyu smiled playfully and said slowly, "Yes."
Yamamoto Takeshi thought for a moment and then said, "Are you the murderer in this Namimori murder case?"
Mo Shiyu looked at him and said, "No."
The handsome black-haired boy nodded and smiled with relief, "Is that so? That's good."
What's good about it? Mo Shiyu looked at him and couldn't help laughing.
"I suddenly feel like eating sushi," he asked quietly, "I'll pay for it."
"Hmm," Yamamoto Takeshi said, "Then I'll go downstairs and take a look... and bring you some?"
He intuitively felt that this young man probably would not sit quietly at the table in the store to eat like ordinary customers.
"good."
"What's your name?" Yamamoto Takeshi heard him ask.
"Takeshi Yamamoto."
The black-haired boy said cheerfully.
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