Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Vest No. 2 is here
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Time seems to be frozen and infinitely stretched.
The empty shell dropped to the ground with a clang.
Blood splashed onto the still damp ground after the rain and quickly seeped into the dark soil.
Even the two hounds opened their eyes wide in surprise, not to mention Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei.
Kenji Hagiwara almost suffocated. He staggered and fell a step forward, his face frighteningly pale.
This scene will probably be frozen in his memory, and will be as clear as yesterday for a long, long time to come.
A criminal, who was also their young and gentle friend, committed suicide in front of them.
Much later, he heard a young detective tell him, "When a detective uses reasoning to drive a criminal into a corner and watches them commit suicide, he is no different from a murderer."
At that time, the first person that Kenji Hagiwara thought of was the young man with long ash-gray hair.
He sat on the ground, against the backdrop of rustling dark red maple leaves, and pulled the trigger without a moment's hesitation.
What on earth did one go through to choose to commit suicide without hesitation?
The white doll's body tilted and fell off Mo Shiyu's shoulder. It bounced on the ground and fell softly on its back.
After a few seconds, he stretched out his two sharp tips, wiped the blood on the ground bit by bit with his body, rubbed his body against the ground, and crawled into the arms of the main body again.
The long white hair was stained with blood.
Mo Shiyu knelt on the ground and coughed, "Cough, cough, cough."
Blood flowed down his forehead like a faucet.
Heavy, shuddering breathing.
Mo Shiyu raised his head, his eyes a little unfocused, and exhaled a trembling, bloody breath.
He saw the raised blue veins on the other person's arm very close to him.
A slender hand grasped the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and a faint, burnt smoke emerged from between the fingers.
The masked man lowered his head, his dark leather face facing him silently and quietly.
There were bloody bullet holes on his palms, but they returned to normal in just a few seconds.
“…”
Mo Shiyu stared at the other person in the pungent air filled with gunpowder smoke.
The other party's palm moved along the muzzle of the gun, rubbing across the gun body little by little, and covered Mo Shiyu's fingers holding the gun.
His strength was so frightening that the blood-covered hand only tightened a little, and Mo Shiyu had to loosen his hand and the gun fell to the ground.
This was the first time Mo Shiyu experienced the power of his vest face to face.
"A healing ability?"
Tiaoye Caiju muttered. With this recovery speed, the level of the ability must be quite high.
Mo Shiyu gasped softly. He actually shot himself in the forehead. Although he blocked it with his vest, his forehead was indeed grazed by the bullet.
At this moment, his ears were buzzing, and the blood rushed to his brain like boiling water, and he was retching with a mouth full of blood.
Chaotic memories flooded into my mind like fragments.
...No matter what you become, I will never abandon you.
Every time Mo Shiyu killed someone, this sentence would come to his mind.
But the sad thing is that he has never met such a person.
His world is simply divided into good guys and evil guys. The good guys won't accept the whole him, while the evil guys will never let him go.
Only himself.
Mo Shiyu raised his head. His second half was very strong, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, eight abdominal muscles, and wearing a black military uniform. He was half-kneeling in front of him, almost as if he was holding him in his arms.
They shared an air filled with smoke and blood.
Mo Shiyu slowly raised the corner of his mouth and laughed incoherently. He didn't even look at the gun that fell to the ground, but picked up the sharp knife that had fallen to the ground before and stabbed it fiercely into the shoulder of the masked man.
A blood-red maple leaf fell down and landed on the ground between them, wet by the falling blood.
Mo Shiyu deepened the wound little by little and slowly approached him, "If you don't let me get rid of it, I will rely on you."
The man lowered his head even lower, not caring about the torn wound on his shoulder.
Perhaps in order to hear the original body's words clearly, the black leather face was very close to Mo Shiyu, and Mo Shiyu smelled the scent of leather again.
To them, this scene was as natural and intimate as being next to themselves.
But in the eyes of others, this scene was too weird.
Matsuda Jinpei finally woke up from the electric-shocking gunshot. He immediately strode over, pulled Mo Shiyu over, and looked warily at the masked man who appeared inexplicably.
After confirming that the masked man had no intention of attacking, Matsuda Jinpei turned around, grabbed his collar tightly, and shouted angrily.
"Do you think you can die peacefully after leaving behind words like these?! If you have committed a crime, go to jail and atone for it. If you still have grievances, we will help you find them! In my eyes, you will always be that little brat who choked on matcha ice cream and lost his mind!"
"Mo Shiyu, listen to me, you are only 20 years old, you have to live with your head held high!"
Mo Shiyu looked at his bright and shining eyes, and subconsciously looked away, looking at the dust on the ground.
He said hoarsely, "But I don't have time."
"Why?" Hagiwara Kenji looked at him and asked softly, as if choking, "Why?"
"I see a lot, a lot of future." Mo Shiyu finally said it.
“None of them had a good ending for me.”
Mo Shiyu collapsed, wept, fell to the ground, numb...
None of them died, but none of them had a good outcome.
This was not something he could fight for on his own. Mo Shiyu really couldn't imagine why so many of them had the same ending.
There is only one possibility.
Maybe there is no way out for him at all, the world is driving him crazy and wants him to live through everything.
Mo Shiyu didn't even know that if the person just now wasn't an alias, there might be some unexpected incident that would save him.
That's the case.
Mo Shiyu wiped the blood off his forehead, raised the sharp knife, and pressed it tightly against his throat.
"This is my realization." He looked at the two hounds.
"If they catch me, I'll kill myself." He stared at them and smiled slowly. "I guess I can't die yet. Your government is still counting on me to fill the hole in Yokohama, isn't it?"
Tiaoye Caiju narrowed her eyes.
The young man in front of him had reflexes that were only at the top level of an ordinary person, not as good as those of these modified mutants.
But, they had just witnessed his awakening.
He had no will to live.
If he were caught by the government, he would choose to commit suicide even if there was a chance.
His mental state was completely contrary to his beautiful appearance, and he seemed to be teetering on the edge of a cliff.
The people before us have an unexplainable but inevitable influence on the operation of the world.
They came to protect him, not to hurt him.
"I understand." Tiaoye Caiju bowed slightly, "Please forgive our impoliteness. We will try to communicate with you in a different way."
The second vest stood there, staring at him silently, then slowly bent down and picked up the gun with blood on the muzzle on the ground.
Mo Shiyu took one last look at the two police officers, his lips moving slightly, "I'm sorry."
[Matsuda Jinpei favorability: 78 (+30)]
[Hagihara Kenji’s favorability score: 84 (+39)]
[Tiao Ye Cai Ju Favorability: 40 (+40)]
[Suehiro Tetsuji's favorability: 45 (+45)]
[Current Favorability Accumulation: 620]
***
Mo Shiyu tied her hair up, found a random black Internet cafe, walked in, sat on a chair, made a cup of instant noodles, and ate it up in slurps.
The other people around him looked at his face covered in blood, which still had a cool and beautiful color. Some of them were immediately blinded by lust and came towards him.
It was not until a scoundrel-like man had three chairs kicked over by Mo Shiyu and fell to the ground for a long time without being able to get up that all the blatant gazes finally subsided.
But at this moment, several interested eyes rose in the corner.
Mo Shiyu rested for a while, then emptied a pack of tissues and wiped the blood off his face. As the blood became less and less, the lines of his facial features became clearer.
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and breathed softly. His long and thick eyelashes trembled, casting a fan-shaped shadow like a butterfly's wing under his eyes. His face became paler and took on a sickly and decadent look.
He had a scary burn the size of a coin on his temple that was excruciatingly painful to the touch.
Most people would definitely get scars, but Mo Shiyu was not afraid. With his physique, his face was usually like a layer of Tom Sue filter, so how could he possibly get scars?
Even if a scar does remain, it will gradually evolve into a better-looking thing.
Mo Shiyu sneered, so he didn't want to fuss with his wound at all. Did he think that he didn't know the nature of this ghost physique?
About a few minutes later, a man wearing a baseball cap and semi-long curly hair came over and handed him a roll of bandages and medicine.
There is also a receipt, probably from when I just bought it.
Mo Shiyu raised his eyes to look at him, his gaze sweeping across the inside of his arm imperceptibly. After seeing the sunflower tattoo, he calmly withdrew his gaze, picked up the bandage, threw it on him, and said in a low voice, "Get out of here."
The man stared at him for a while, then picked up the bandages and medicine and placed them on his desk.
"Don't be hard on your body." He left this sentence and turned around and left.
He has a bit of the handsomeness of a gangster.
Mo Shiyu stared at his back with a gloomy look until he sat down.
After a while, he took the medicine and bandaged his forehead.
He wrapped it in a mess on purpose, and the long-haired man saw it but didn't come to help him.
Mo Shiyu only stayed in this shabby Internet cafe for more than an hour before leaving with his head covered.
Before leaving, he glanced at the man in the corner, and the man happened to look up at him.
Mo Shiyu averted his gaze as if he had been scalded.
He walked down the dark alley, wondering where he had parked his car.
I think I'm still in Yokohama.
Forehead.
It’s not a big problem, Mo Shiyu thought calmly, just buy another one.
At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and felt a push on his shoulder.
He didn't resist and fell to the ground with the force, but there was a hand behind his head, so it didn't hurt much.
A black military vest was pressed right on top of him.
Mo Shiyu looked at his face covered with black leather.
There was a silver decoration in the area of his eyes, like an eyepatch, as if he was looking at the person beneath him.
He seemed motionless, but in fact he was stunned - Mo Shiyu was too lazy to operate.
She Yu crawled out of Mo Shiyu's arms, protesting with bared teeth and claws.
A vest that hurts the main body, a useless vest!
Mo Shiyu touched the wound on his temples and chuckled, "It's okay. I got hurt on purpose. This wound has other uses."
“…”
She Yu sat on the ground, looking at Mo Shiyu silently, then looked down at his own soft body, and finally looked at the vest pressing on his main body, which was the astringent body of an adult.
He was silent for a few seconds, then turned into a white-haired boy. He hugged Mo Shiyu loosely and raised his eyes. His lifeless red eyes were stubbornly filled with Mo Shiyu's entire image.
Vest No. 2 still faithfully carried out the orders of the main body and pressed Mo Shiyu to the ground.
Mo Shiyu touched each person's head with one hand.
"good."
Vest No. 2 was touched on the head and tilted his head. Suddenly, he grabbed Mo Shiyu's wrists and pulled them above his head.
Mo Shiyu opened his eyes wide.
Ma Jia did this with only one hand, and pressed the other hand next to Mo Shiyu's injured temple, gently pressing it with his thumb.
Mo Shiyu shuddered and struggled hard: "..."
Damn, I can’t get free.
He forgot that this vest was a bondage fetish!
Could it be that when Majia encounters something happy, he will automatically find a way to express his happiness?
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