The Infinitely Fusion of Everyday World

Qu Ning shrugged and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, turned around and grabbed Tong Gu Jue, and said in Chinese with a serious face: "It's decided, you are my teammate, and you can be called Gu Mu!"

Then, in the puzzled look of Kiritani Tsukasa, he said one of the few Japanese words he had mastered: "Are you really going to do this?"

Then the voice continued, and before Kiritani could react, it added a quick chant in Chinese: "Do you agree to be my teammate?"

At this time, Tong Gu Jue saw that Qu Ning's voice had finally stopped, and he just regarded the Chinese part that he couldn't understand as the nonsense he was talking about because he didn't know Japanese. As if he had seen a mental patient, he concealed the doubts in his eyes and shook off Qu Ning's weak pull: "Humph, of course."

Looking at Tong Gu walking away quickly, Qu Ning didn't know whether her sudden idea would work. She turned around and was about to push open the door of the room they had just been in, and decided to sort out her thoughts.

"Are you manipulating me?"

As the door opened, Dong Tujiao's voice floated over. Qing lowered her head, with a blush on her face that was caused by nervousness or something else, which contrasted with the bloodstains on her chest. She spoke in an urgent voice with a rising tone: "No, no!"

Looking at the two people whose atmosphere seemed to be frozen, Qu Ning couldn't help but feel speechless: "What is this? The author of The Devil's Mystery is really good at playing games, causing two couples to face emotional crises in a row? And what the hell is manipulation? Is this hypnosis?"

Fortunately, this somewhat awkward atmosphere did not last long. Tousakaku, who was staring at Qing, turned his head to look at Qu Ning who opened the door, and then turned his head to Ichinose Qing and said, "Let's go, the final act is coming soon, let's go and witness Kiritani's bet."

Qu Ning stepped aside and made way for the two of them. He ignored their departure and found a clean place to sit down.

"Well, let's continue. Should I throw the knife away? But since Kiritani is threatening me like this, what if he secretly poisons me? Can I defend myself? Whether I die or not is secondary. What if I am seriously injured by the poison? After all, I am a member of the black team. What if the mission fails?"

Qu Ning took out "Justice" from the scabbard and looked at the reflective blade: "The words are engraved on the handle, so changing the blade won't work. So is this the only way I can do it..."

Thinking of this, Qu Ning opened his mouth and bit the tip of the knife hard. With a "clang" sound, Qu Ning covered his mouth and let out a low howl.

"Damn it, my teeth are about to fall out, is this really not possible?"

"It really hurts..." Qu Ning muttered incoherently while looking around to find some iron object. "If Dong Tujiao was here, I could lend her a dagger. Although she probably won't lend it to me..."

Suddenly, Qu Ning's eyes lit up and he saw the sword tube where the prop swords were placed in the corner of the room. He rushed there quickly, took out Justice and rubbed it against the inner wall of the tube.

After a while, Qu Ning looked at the blunt dagger in his hand, which had lost its sharpness and had become much uglier. He was a little hesitant whether his toughened skin could still test its sharpness. So he stretched out his tongue and carefully licked the tip of the dagger.

"It has become blunt indeed. Fortunately, there is no bleeding, otherwise it would have dripped onto my clothes... Wait, why should I use my tongue? Can't I use my clothes? Forget it, forget it. If my clothes are torn, I will have to deal with the flying butterfly..."

Thinking of this, Qu Ning blurted out "Fuck!" and turned his head sharply to look diagonally upwards, where he saw the camera: "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over. So did Zou Niu see the scenes of me looking at the knife, sharpening the knife, and licking the knife just now?"

"Calm down, calm down. Zou Niang is a priest. He will perform the last act, and she may not see it." Qu Ning comforted himself as he walked towards the stage with a downcast face.

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"Thank you, Qu." Qianzu looked at the two daggers handed to him by Qu Ning, his fingers touched Justice, he paused slightly, but finally held it firmly and put it in his pocket.

Chizu watched the drama unfold in silence, and it seemed that Kiritani was completely immersed in the performance. She was weak, she was determined, she was sad, she was happy, and she was looking forward to meeting Romeo again...

Qianzu pressed his chest, as if lost in memories, immersed in sweetness and sadness.

In the end, Qianzu watched her drink the "poison" according to the plot, watched her smile with longing, and watched her slowly fall down. Her petite body was like a fragile reed, blown to the ground by the autumn wind.

Finally, Romeo came on stage.

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The audience watched as Romeo finally overcame numerous obstacles and reunited with Juliet.

However, what he met was a corpse. Romeo held the lifeless Juliet in his arms, tears flowing down his face with sorrow, dripping on Juliet's face.

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"Let us live happily in a world without any disputes from now on."

Chizu muttered something that might have been a line from a drama or his own thoughts, and as he looked at Kiritani Tsukasa who was awakened by his tears, he slowly took out a dagger with his right hand.

Looking at the clear "justice" on the hilt, Kiritani laughed, reached out to support Chizu's slightly trembling right hand holding the knife, and whispered: "Chizu-san..."

As the two of them exerted their strength, the dagger slowly pierced into the left chest of Kiritani. Whether it was because of sadness or something else, the two of them shook violently, and the half-inserted dagger stopped there as the two of them paused.

"Coffin..." Qianzu's tears suddenly increased, flowing down her chin and onto the dagger.

"This is Senzu-san." Although his voice began to tremble due to the pain, Kiritani still kept smiling, "As for me, I am also satisfied to be treated like this by Senzu-san."

"Thousand feet..."

"Jiao!!" Hearing Kiritani's fading voice calling his name, Chizu could no longer suppress his voice and growled the name of the person in his arms.

"I have been hesitating before, hesitating about my justice..."

"But, but, justice is real, and my love is not fake."

As he spoke, Chizu gently placed Kiritani on the ground, pulled out his left hand, and pulled out a small bottle from his left pocket.

"This is what I found from you. Then, let's go to the new world where there is no dispute."

After saying that, Chizu opened the vial and drank it all. Feeling his consciousness starting to blur, Chizu smiled as he looked at Kiritani Tsukasa who seemed to be asleep.

So she interlocked her left hand with Kiritani Tsukasa's fingers, stroked her face with her right hand, and leaned down to kiss her lips.

As the kiss was about to end, Chizu's body collapsed, covering Kiritani.

The short red hair hung down above the spread-out long blue hair, like a red sun in the blue sky after the rain, which was the sun that Kiritani saw.

There was also a red sun, blooming in Kiritani's heart.

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“The black class performed really well.”

"Yeah, I cried."

"Was the ending changed on purpose? But it's still very touching."

Without giving the audience time to enjoy the performance, the curtain quickly closed, and the audience left the stage one after another, with a lot of noise and laughter.

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Qu Ning, who had been keeping the panel open, rushed to the two of them quickly and moved Ikutame Chizu away. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the wound of Kiritani Tsukasa without any hesitation, desperately inputting his internal energy, and silently chanting in his heart: "Heal, heal, heal, hey, it's the chest...heal, heal, heal..."

He threw away all distractions, just to prevent Tongya Ju from getting seriously injured due to excessive blood loss.

There was no longer any feeling of blood flowing out of his hands, so he began to slowly pull out the dagger.