Chapter 93 Please use an iris to remember me - the funeral is like a summer flower, ...
"Take a deep breath, Ms. Lin."
A familiar electronic synthesizer sound rang out.
It's Noah.
Its voice came from Lin Xi's headset: "Breathe in and out slowly... Miss Lin, you are doing very well."
“Don’t think about things that will give you a headache.”
"You've done all you can do in this matter. Now, give yourself a good rest."
Lin Xi shook his head.
At this moment, she seemed to realize the weight in her arms and was stunned.
"Noah," she said slowly after a moment, "have we failed?"
She remembered that she had given herself three final chances.
After three times, no matter what the result, you must stop trying.
Otherwise there will be serious consequences.
The trembling in her hands that day made Lin Xi feel very bad. She hated the feeling of losing control of things, especially her own body - uncontrollable trembling in her hands was one of them.
The first time she experimented, death swept the entire street.
The second time she watched the sunset with Zhu Fu Jingguang on the rooftop.
She remembered how confident he was at the time, asking Zhu Fujingguang to trust her, saying that she would definitely let him survive...
However, the memories after that are like fogged glass. No matter how hard I look at it, I can’t see it clearly, and no matter how hard I try to think about it, I can’t remember it.
She only remembered that she finally put the gun to her temples and fired.
And this time... should be the last time.
She held the still bleeding corpse, pursed her lips, and felt a sense of unreality in her heart.
Noah was silent for a while, and his tone even carried a hint of pity: "Ms. Lin, Zhu Fujingguang is dead."
"Please accept my condolences."
"What you should do now is to deal with the body."
“…”
"You need to move the body to the parking lot now. There's a car waiting for you there. I've used your authority to order the organization's outer members to seal off this area. The cleanup crew will arrive soon, and all traces will be eliminated."
Noah paused humanely, as if waiting for Lin Xi to digest the information in his words.
Then the electronic synthesized voice spoke again: "Please accept my condolences."
Lin Xi stood there without moving.
After a while, she said, "How strange. I always feel... that the plot shouldn't develop like this."
She should be able to find a way to let Zhu Fu Jingguang live well in this world, instead of like now, with his lifeless body gradually losing its warmth in her arms.
The AI fell silent.
Its powerful computing power and huge database allowed it to instantly filter out many words used for comfort and mourning in human society, but none of them seemed applicable to this situation.
Those words are too simple and too light. Even if they are said, they cannot make death any easier to accept for the living.
Finally, it could only say: "Ms. Lin, please accept my condolences."
Please accept my condolences.
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"You came home so late today...are you okay?"
Miyano Shiho opened the door and keenly felt that something was wrong with Lin Xi's current condition.
Did something really happen?
Lin Xi's green eyes turned to her.
No matter how many times Miyano Shiho looks at these eyes, she can't help but sigh in her heart:
What beautiful eyes.
One can't help but want to be looked at by these eyes.
Even though it is now shrouded in a haze, it remains so.
She blinked her long eyelashes: "I..."
Miyano Shiho blinked.
Blue eyes stared at her.
Lin Xi was suddenly speechless.
She originally wanted to make up an excuse to change the subject, such as that Coconut had gotten into trouble again and ran away because he was afraid of being scolded by her and has not come back yet; or that she had someone make a matching display stand for the bone staff dagger she gave her last time so that she could put the dagger on it to better display its ornamental function.
But those blue eyes looked at her as if they knew everything, and her words were stuck in her throat.
A long-suppressed feeling of grievance and frustration welled up in her heart. This emotion surged up uncontrollably, causing her to subconsciously turn her head away to hide her sore nose and slightly sore eyes.
"I, I messed up everything." She said hoarsely, "I wanted to do it well... but in the end I failed."
Miyano Shiho took her hand and tried to smooth out the trembling hand like smoothing out the wrinkles on a piece of cloth.
"It's okay, Punch, it's okay..." Miyano Shiho said, "You've done very well."
"I thought I could do it, I thought I could..."
"No one can do everything," Miyano Shiho said. "You're not Superman."
The red-haired girl squatted down and looked up at Miyano Shiho, just like the day she said she wanted to be the little girl's bodyguard.
"I know, Shiho."
She was certainly not a superhero. A superhero felt neither pain nor fatigue, was invincible, always standing in front of everyone, firmly protecting them.
She can't do it.
She will feel pain, tired, cry, have negative emotions, want to give up, and have a mental breakdown.
She is just an ordinary person.
Even so, she wanted to take on more responsibilities, persevere a little longer, try a few more times, and become stronger...
In this way, the people behind her can live a peaceful and happy life.
However, this time she failed to save the person she wanted to save.
When she saw Zhu Fujingguang's face, all her thoughts seemed to disappear, leaving only one thought:
You have to use the bullet in your hand to penetrate his head.
The memories before that were all vague, and Lin Xi subconsciously avoided thinking about them, because as soon as she thought about them, her head would hurt as if it was about to explode.
It seems that even the body is telling itself instinctively:
Don't think back.
Lin Xi took a deep breath.
The biggest impact of Zhu Fujingguang's death on her was not the frustration brought by failure, but came from other aspects.
It was a sharp fear of the future.
If she failed to save him this time, failed to change the plot, then what about the future? If she encountered such a thing again, could she still change it... No, would she still have the courage to change?
Miyano Shiho sighed softly and opened her arms to hug Lin Xi.
She had never seen Punch like this before.
What exactly happened?
She didn't ask.
She saw that Punch was unwilling to talk, so she stopped asking.
But she guessed that it must be related to the organization.
She couldn't solve anything now, so she could only give her encouragement and comfort to the best of her ability.
Maybe in the future, when she becomes stronger and has more resources in the organization, she might be able to help Punch.
Xiao Shiho secretly made up her mind that one day, she would also gain the power to protect others.
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One day after Zhu Fu Jingguang's death.
Lin Xi held a funeral for Zhu Fu Jingguang as she said.
She was dressed in black, with her red hair tied back and a small hat with a black veil on her head.
It rained a little in the early morning and the ground is still wet.
The red-haired girl held a bunch of fresh irises and gently placed them in front of Zhu Fujingguang's nameless grave.
Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro stood behind her, one with a blank expression and the other looking like he was suppressing his impatience.
Neither Chianti nor Cohen showed up. Come to think of it, what member of a legitimate organization would attend the funeral of an undercover agent?
The people who came to attend were not serious, and the people who held the funeral for the undercover agent were even more crazy, Shuichi Akai thought.
The things Punch does always feel both reasonable and outrageous.
What surprised Shuichi Akai the most was that Gin was there too.
The silver-haired man followed Lin Xi silently without saying anything, as if he was just following the girl.
In Shuichi Akai's mind, he once again raised Punch's status, not because of her status in the organization, but because of her importance to Gin.
It's really surprising that someone like Gin, who hates undercover agents so much, would actually attend the funeral of an undercover agent.
And Toru Amuro was staring at the iris in front of the tombstone in a daze.
...Why iris?
There are so many kinds of flowers suitable for funerals, why did Punch choose irises, whose flowering period has long ended and whose overall color tone does not match the funeral at all?
Indeed, irises are indeed very suitable for Hiro. Amuro Toru still remembers that he once told him in front of Van Gogh's painting that if life could be as passionate, vigorous, wild and unrestrained as the irises in the painting, there would be no regrets in life.
At the time, he responded with a smile, "But the iris' blooming period is only so long. Won't it wither after it's done blooming?" Instead of living like an iris, why not live like other, more long-lived plants, or flowers that bloom year-round? Wouldn't those be more in line with people's expectations of life?
But the young man around him at that time said that his life did not need to be so evergreen.
"It would be great for me if I could just live a serious life in this world for once," he said.
But even so, you left too early, Hiro.
Amuro Toru lowered his eyes.
It's really too early.
He arrived so early that he had no preparation at all.
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The weather in Nagano Prefecture has not been very good recently.
It had just rained lightly in the morning and it started raining again at night.
It was pitch black outside. Zhu Fugaoming turned on the light in the study and sat in the study to read.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any of it in. The book lay on the table, and he remained on that page for a long time.
He rubbed his brows.
I've had this uneasy feeling since yesterday, as if something was about to happen.
He looked at the pages of the book, closed it, put on his coat, took his umbrella, and prepared to go out on the rainy night.
But just then, he heard the doorbell ring.
He paused, as if he sensed something.
After a while, he took a step and walked towards the entrance.
The doorbell rang only once and never again. If Zhu Fu Gaoming hadn't been about to go out, he might have ignored the doorbell under the cover of the rain.
He opened the door.
There was no one at the door, except for an envelope lying neatly on the floor.
Zhu Fu Gaoming fell silent again.
After a long while, he leaned over and picked up the envelope on the ground.
The envelope was unsigned, unmarked with the recipient, and not even sealed.
Zhu Fu Gaoming gently turned the envelope over, and the contents fell into his palm.
A mobile phone pierced by a bullet, its screen covered with spider-web-like cracks.
He stroked the dense cracks, was silent for a while, and then sighed inaudibly in the drizzle.
"Jingguang..."
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