Chapter 142 Chapter 142 Purification
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Bai Lan's posture changed slightly. The tattoo at the corner of his eye flowed like tears, and wings that were so white that they were dirty spread out on his back, full of a contaminated, weird and beautiful feeling.
"You've taken the medicine so many times." He tilted his head in confusion. "You still have memories?"
"medicine?"
Mo Shiyu loosened his grip and lowered his eyes, looking at the dozens of pill fragments scattered in his hand. "Is that what you're talking about?"
Bai Lan's pupils contracted for a moment.
Didn’t eat? He didn’t eat?
We clearly watched him eat it every time. Under 24/7 surveillance, he had no chance to induce vomiting. How did he get away with it?
The pills fell to the ground, disintegrating into cotton balls. A doll grabbed them and swallowed them. The doll staggered to its feet and burped.
Bai Lan stared at the familiar doll.
It was in Shinjuku, following my mother's doll, Mukuro-kun's companion, the sorcerer.
...the doll he made on his hospital bed.
"I see, someone helped you eat it."
"He actually followed you in...but the entry condition I set at the time was clearly your soul." Bai Lan tilted her head and muttered to herself, "Why?"
Mo Shiyu stretched out his hand towards the doll and let it climb onto his shoulder.
"Memory is part of my personality. When someone loses their memory and is placed in such a carefully designed brainwashing environment, it's incredibly easy for their personality to be flattened."
He looked at the other person. "But as it happens, my memory doesn't just include the first-person perspective."
“And a third perspective.”
Mo Shiyu turned around and snapped his fingers. Sheyu moved and split into new dolls. The dolls jumped on the ground and quickly collected pollution within the barrier.
Being able to recall the past means that this part of the memory has not been polluted or taken away.
But observing herself from a third-party perspective? Bai Lan had never seen such a solution before.
"Are you acting all this?" Bai Lan felt the pollution in his body evaporating rapidly. His eyebrows twitched, but he didn't struggle. He just pinched Mo Shiyu's fingers affectionately, "Mom, your acting is really good."
He said word by word, "Even watching the store manager who came looking for you die in front of you, you didn't show any flaws. You really acted like you were going to collapse..."
"Could it be that you're just pretending to care about that person?" He said a little aggrievedly, "I really thought he was your weakness."
Mo Shiyu sneered, "Little bastard."
"Did you see his body become your nourishment?"
He stood up, walked over, and came to Bai Lan, glancing nonchalantly at her left ankle, which was smooth and had no wounds.
"..." Bai Lan said slowly, "I don't have that much free time."
"Of course you didn't. The pollution from Mare's ring was already too much for you to handle, not to mention creating those layers of space. You're so surprised you even thought of that."
Bai Lan spread out her hands, "I already know I'm crazy, why are you still surprised?"
"Actually, besides your store manager, there were two other police officers trapped in Shinjuku. I wanted to use them to deal with you, but they escaped." Byakuran tilted her head. "Karasuma Renya's organization is full of undercover agents. It seems they are old acquaintances. Unfortunately, I don't have the energy to pull out the nails anymore."
Bai Lan sighed, "There really is no future in working with him."
Mo Shiyu chuckled.
"How can you tell that the space behind is also fake?" Bai Lan asked curiously.
"I can't tell, but I know that old man Karasuma Renya definitely doesn't have the guts to approach me in his true form."
Therefore, the space coming out of the hospital is definitely fake.
Layer upon layer, are you an onion? Huh? White orchid?
****
The ring on Bai Lan's finger emitted a corrupted light, and there was spatial turbulence everywhere.
The pollution that Mare's ring has sustained is so severe that simple purification is no longer effective.
Bits of glittering debris danced in the air; they were the smoke of war and the fragments of the slowly crumbling barrier.
"Bai Lan, I should have told you," he said softly, "Don't call me mom."
He exerted force with his hands and crushed the dazzling ring, and at the same time crushed the white-haired boy's wrist.
The wrist didn't bleed, but it cracked like broken ceramic.
Black pollution overflowed from the cracks in the shattered space. Mo Shiyu threw the dark gray shell out, and it collided with the pollution, causing a huge impact force. The internal barrier made a roaring sound under the heavy burden. At the same time, a gilded flame rushed in like a hot knife through butter, sweeping around, and let out a terrifying roar like an ancient giant beast.
The barrier was completely shattered.
Bai Lan tilted her head back, eyes wide open, and watched the two forces collide with each other.
There were traces of embarrassment in his purple eyes, and the wings behind him gradually disintegrated, but he slowly smiled.
He whispered, "Mom, no matter what others call you, there is only one thing you can't change no matter what."
"No matter how powerful you are, you will still live under the gaze of others. This is your fate."
Bai Lan clutched her severed hand, took a step back, and surveyed her surroundings. A bed of bloody limbs, stained flesh interspersed with howling cries, crumbled bit by bit under the power of the Nest Mother.
"Ah...it's all ruined. Such a beautiful place, the nest I built for my mother, is all ruined."
He seemed to be sighing with regret, with genuine sadness in his eyes. The next moment, he suddenly pulled out the dagger with his usable hand. Mo Shiyu subconsciously blocked it, but found that Bai Lan's attack was not directed at him.
The doll stretched out its pointed tip, and the soft fabric blocked the sharp knife at an unscientific angle.
The cotton tip of his hair that blocked the dagger grew flesh and blood, his white hair swayed in the breeze, and his blood-red eyes looked calmly at the boy with the same white hair.
"Haha..." Bai Lan stared at him intently, then tilted her head back and laughed, "I know... That day at the shrine, you and mom were having an affair, I knew it, damn it..."
She Yu lowered his head, looked at the white-haired boy with weak breath and resentment in his eyes, and slowly raised a smile similar to Mo Shiyu's.
"Little bastard." He said softly in the same tone.
Bai Lan's pupils dilated for a moment.
He looked into his eyes, which were a light ash color. There was no hatred in them, only calmness, which made his teeth itch.
"If the Mare Ring is purified, you will die."
"Being killed by you is not an unacceptable outcome." Bai Lan slowly loosened his hand, and the dagger fell from his hand.
He stretched out his hand, his arm covered with cracks.
“I think I understand my thoughts a little bit.”
The future him tried his best to go back to the past, just to call Mo Shiyu "Mom" again and eat a piece of cheap marshmallow.
That's all.
"Mom, if I could go back to the past, no, if I could go to that world, your world, could I ask you to buy me a marshmallow again?"
"You wish." Mo Shiyu said.
Bai Lan also laughed, and her tone gradually became lower. "You should give me some fantasy."
****
Sawada Tsunayoshi landed on the ground, his dark golden eyes looking over, "Brother Xiaoyu."
He put on a safe and relieved smile, "As promised, you fired the bullet that destroyed this place from the inside."
Behind him were countless familiar-looking people.
"Congratulations, Mr. Xiao Mo, you have completely solved the pollution in this world."
"You can go home any time now."
Mo Shiyu looked at the young man in the camel windbreaker.
The blond store manager who was slowly leaning against the wall beside him, her warm eyes staring at him quietly.
Dazai Osamu smiled as he squatted on a rock and waved his phone. "Karasuma Renya and the other masterminds dare not stay in this highly polluted space. The people in the organization have always relied on the owner of the Mare Ring to remotely enter this space."
"Just now, the location of the organization was revealed to us by the undercover agent."
Mo Shiyu slowly curled his eyes towards the store manager.
"I dreamed you were wearing a hospital gown, and I wanted to protect you. But my words turned into animal cries, and their bullets hit me. That's my last memory..." The store manager lowered his head, staring at his palm. "So, am I part of their plan to destroy you?"
Mo Shiyu looked at him and said, "No, Manager."
He hugged the other tightly, "You're a complete reminder of where I came from, Key."
After many years, in this space filled with traces of blood, he finally hugged the other person again.
The store manager looked down at him, memories flashing back to him, from the weak, pale, gray-haired young man who said goodbye to him with lies that day, slowly reshaping and converging into the gentle and determined eyes of today.
"I miss you so much." said Mo Shiyu.
The store manager wiped his eyes and hugged him back. He lowered his head and smiled, his eyes fixed on his long smoky gray hair.
He chuckled and said, "Yesterday, a young man who looked somewhat familiar asked me to make a cake. He said he would bring it to you, and he also wanted to try it."
"Um."
****
Karasuma Renya was ready to run.
He knew the situation was hopeless, and as a figure who had been circling the shadows for nearly a century, he always knew how to assess the situation. He cleverly set the battlefield in Neon, while he himself was stationed on a secret military island in the high seas.
Surrounded by fully armed men, he wouldn't make a mistake. Even if he retreated, he would have plenty of time.
But he failed.
As for the reason... Karasuma Renya raised his head and looked hatefully at the monster in the black dress floating above his head.
"the Avengers."
The chains dragged on the ground, and the Avenger's bandaged face turned coldly to him, "You have broken the rules of the Mafia, and we will arrest you."
Karasuma Renya sneered, "Oh? Which rule did I break?"
"You are not allowed to kill each other without reason." The Avenger said calmly.
"I've been killing people for so many years, why haven't you come to arrest me?" The sneer on Karasuma Renya's face was almost overflowing. "I think you are just looking for a random excuse to interfere in our affairs, huh? You old fools."
"You might think so," the Avenger said in a low voice, "We want to repay Mr. Nest Mother a favor."
"He purified 7 to the power of 3, giving us another chance at revenge."
"So, we will stop you—Mr. Nest Mother's greatest hidden danger—and await his arrival."
Karasuma Renya's face looked extremely bad.
I didn't expect such an unexpected group of people to show up at this critical moment. It was like... it was planned.
But how could it be possible? How could that guy Valentin think of this?
He had already spent so many days in that hellish place. How could he think of these things in that situation?
Is he acting? Is it all acting?
"Oh, that bitch..." Karasuma Renya could no longer maintain his elegant expression, his eyebrows twisted and he said in a low voice, "A bitch will always be a bitch, she only knows how to deceive people."
Valentin was pretending, but I believed it - this was even more painful than killing Karasuma Renya.
He felt that his sincerity had been misplaced. The conversation at the beach that day seemed sweet at the time, but now, he felt the shame and resentment that rose in an instant almost controlling his reason.
"I actually wanted him to have an easier time, to have a good life...ha."
He took a step back, his face twisted as he yelled into the phone, "Gin, Vermouth, where are you all? Come and protect me!"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for several seconds, and only after a while did the lazy woman's voice come from the other end.
"Boss, I'm sorry, I can't protect myself. The Avengers are also chasing me."
Karasuma Renya cursed and roared, "Gin, Gin! Don't tell me you're trapped by the Avengers too!"
His twisted, vicious, and bluffing voice was blocked the next moment. A sharp knife pierced deeply into his neck. He was knocked to the ground by the huge impact, staring with his eyes wide open, and fine blood bubbles overflowed from the broken neck.
The trachea was precisely cut, and the blood flowed back into the lungs. His throat made a gurgling sound like bubbles coming out of a straw.
"Oh, listen to that sound, it's such great pain." A familiar voice came to my ears.
Karasuma Renye's pupils contracted.
"Who..." His pupils moved back and forth on the face of the person who came with difficulty and persistence.
He was an Avenger wrapped in a black windbreaker, with a white bandage on his cheek, revealing his long eyelashes and black eyes with a few strands of strong smoky gray.
who is he?
yes……?
"Old man, do you want to see Xiaoyu again?" Xiao Mo said softly in a hoarse voice, "But you can't have your wish come true."
"You can't even say a single offensive or disgusting word in front of Xiaoyu, because you don't deserve to be killed by him. Your blood..."
He stretched out his slender white hand and splashed the blood foam on the fine sand beside his face. "It's too dirty."
Karasuma Renya's eyes widened.
"Mo, Ho Ho, Mo, Mo..."
"Your eyes seem very curious. Are you wondering why I look so familiar? Haha, I won't tell you." Xiao Mo showed a malicious and excited smile. He pulled out the sharp knife and blood seeped into the sand and gravel.
"Go to hell with your doubts."
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