[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

Tapping his knees lightly with his fingertips, Xie Shuyi recalled what Tiaoye Caiju said when she and Sister Xie Ye were almost killed.

'You just breathed a sigh of relief, didn't you?'

He previously thought that Jouno Caiju was awakening the evil in human nature, intensifying people's inner emotions, and perhaps trying to blur Mr. Kunikida's inner feelings.

Idealist...

But what if Kunikida-san really was relieved...

If Tiao Ye picked chrysanthemums, the damage would be much greater than Jie Shuyi expected.

He tugged at the corner of Kenji's clothes. In the narrow fuselage, he could only switch positions with him to move to Mr. Kunikida's side.

Kunikida seemed to still be immersed in his inner world, struggling and tormented, as if his ideals were really cut into pieces like a notebook.

He placed his hand gently on the back of Kunikida-san's hand.

Xie Shuyi deliberately lowered his voice, "Do you think he is right?"

Kunikida was slightly stunned. He raised his head and asked, "What?"

Xie Shuyi leaned back slightly, and he gently leaned against the wall of the fuselage, "Are you really relieved?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Kunikida's pupils shrank sharply, and Jie Shuyi could feel the back of his hand, which he had touched lightly, trembling constantly.

He didn't get a response, but saw Mr. Kunikida lower his head a little.

"If it's really as he said, with the death of my companions, my ideals will also disappear... everything will return to peace, so I was relieved."

Sweat broke out on Xie Shuyi's palms. He would never doubt Mr. Kunikida, never question his ideals, and never deny the person he was.

But Xie Shuyi really couldn't understand Kunikida at the moment.

Rather than causing unnecessary trouble for both parties, Xie Shuyi threw the question out without hesitation.

He could perhaps wait for Mr. Kunikida to figure it out himself, but he would rather give him a push.

"Is Mr. Kunikida really waiting for that day to come?" Xie Shuyi exerted a little force with his fingertips and he held Mr. Kunikida's hand tightly.

"I do not believe."

He lowered his eyes.

"If that was the case, you wouldn't have had to hold me back."

"Whether it's Mr. Dazai, you, or everyone in the detective agency. There's absolutely no need for you to go to the trouble of dragging me into the sunlight."

"You are the ones who gave me a new life. Why would Mr. Kunikida doubt his ideals at this moment?"

Jie Shuyi had a faint smile on his face. Kunikida Shi noticed his burning gaze and slowly raised his head. When he glanced sideways, he saw the young man's smiling face.

Perhaps it was because his supernatural powers had not yet recovered, his short white hair was extremely eye-catching in the evening light.

He could see Jie Shuyi's mouth opening and closing, and could hear his voice clearly, but the inexplicable feeling of depression in his heart prevented him from even making a basic response.

He heard Xie Shuyi's words, "I have always believed in you."

The feeling of being trusted and relied upon sincerely comforted Kunikida, and the sadness on his face gradually faded. He wanted to respond but didn't know what to say.

In Jie Shuyi's eyes, this look turned out to be a struggling and tangled look.

Xie Shuyi leaned forward slightly, his hands tightly grasping Mr. Kunikida, "Give me an example, if I died, would you be happy?"

There was a coquettish tone in his voice and his eyes were curved. He looked like a child crying to his parents for candy.

Kunikida couldn't help but smile at his appearance. If it wasn't inappropriate, he really wanted to give Jie Shuyi a smack on the head.

Why do you say everything outside? How can you curse yourself?

The smile on his face had not yet spread when, accompanied by a shrill sound, the boy who had just been acting coquettishly towards him suddenly froze.

"Puff——" Xie Shuyi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

A sword that was countless meters long pierced through the fuselage and went through Li Shuyi's chest. His thin body seemed to be pulled forward uncontrollably.

The moment Jie Shuyi's hand left Kunikida's palm, the latter had not yet reacted. He could only vaguely feel the temperature on the back of his hand gradually disappearing.

'If I died, would you be happy?'

'Would you be happy if I died?'

'Dead...'

'happy...'

Jie Shuyi's words just now kept repeating in Kunikida's mind. A drop of liquid suddenly dripped onto the back of his hand, and he lowered his head almost tremblingly.

It is Xie Shuyi's blood.

Before anyone could react, the sword was instantly pulled back.

Jie Shuyi tried to put his hands on the ground to support himself, but a figure was faster and hugged him in his arms first.

Kunikida's body was still shaking uncontrollably. His broad palm stroked Jie Shuyi's bloody back, and the tense string in his head completely broke.

Happy?

How can I be happy? ! !

He carefully supported Jie Shuyi's body, and his cloudy eyes slowly became clear.

At this moment, he seemed to find it ridiculous that he had just doubted himself.

Xie Shuyi spat out another mouthful of blood. The overdrawn supernatural power had not yet recovered, and the sword wound on his chest was healing too slowly.

After struggling to break free from Mr. Kunikida's arms, he looked out the plane door and saw a strange wind coming towards the plane quickly.

The trajectory of the wind seemed to coincide with the trajectory of the aircraft, and it was getting closer and closer to the aircraft.

Xie Shuyi almost fell directly to the plane door. Before he could even look down, Zhongye grabbed the back of his head and threw him back into his seat.

"Don't rush forward if you are injured."

With his hands on the car door, he clearly saw that one of the hounds had already firmly inserted the sword into a corner of the fuselage, while Suehiro Tetsuji himself was getting closer and closer to the plane.

"Hey hey...are you kidding me?"

In just a moment, Suehiro Tetsuji had already arrived at the side of the plane and was holding the sword high in his hand.

Nakahara Chuuya guessed his plan in an instant, "Oh no, that guy...he's planning to cut off the propeller."

Jie Shuyi stood up with great effort. His supernatural power seemed to be broken, and blood was still oozing out of the black hole in his chest.

Yosano rushed forward to treat him, thus preventing him from passing out from excessive blood loss.

Xie Shuyi was behind Chuuya, and he could clearly see Suehiro Tiechang's raised hand and the sharp sword.

Xie Shuyi, who had fought against him before, knew very well that as long as he swung his sword, there would be no chance of survival for the people on the plane.

"Tsk, what an annoying guy!"

He took two steps forward without hesitation, and was about to jump down and take Suehiro Tetsuji with him when Chuuya grabbed his wrist.

"Your current ability is too unstable. If you jump down and die with him, he may not be injured, but you may really die."

Xie Shuyi shook his wrist away and said, "If I don't go, everyone will die."