Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

"Jingguang, what happened? Your breathing rhythm is wrong."

Zhufu Gaoming's heavy voice came, pulling Zhufu Jingguang's thoughts back from the abyss.

He did not respond, but tried to gather his strength and crawled towards You Xunran.

His palms, knees and legs were all bleeding from the stone fragments on the ground, and every movement was excruciatingly painful.

He ignored it completely, his eyes fixed on the silent and blood-stained You Xunran not far away.

Finally, he came to the young boy.

He immediately took off his coat and put it on You Xunran, covering the large area of ​​his exposed skin.

He untied the rope on his wrist and rubbed the deep, red, swollen and purple marks on his wrist with heartache. Then, his fingertips trembled and placed them on the purple fingerprints on You Xunran's neck. His force was as light as a feather, for fear of hurting the other person with even a little pressure.

There was sticky blood on his touch, but there was no pulse under his fingertips. His heart completely sank into an icy cave.

Zero, dead...

This horrifying fact made him subconsciously ignore the scorching temperature under his fingers. His fingers twitched and his eyes were blank, as if the whole world had collapsed.

He pressed on the pulse again, using a little more force, but still couldn't feel a beating.

His body was shaking constantly, his cat eyes were wide open, his expression was distorted with pain, and blood foam was flowing out of the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, flowing down his chin and onto his chest, but in an instant it dyed his clothes scarlet.

The smell of blood blended seamlessly into the salty smell of the basement. He opened his mouth, but lost his voice.

He was in pain and despair, his right hand tightly grasping the clothes on his chest, the pain in his heart making it hard to breathe. He endured the dizziness in his brain and quietly cried out and begged: "Zero, Zero... Don't, don't leave me!"

'Zero...' His vision blurred, and he stretched out his hands in grief, using all his strength to embrace the blond young man lying in a pool of blood, his broken sobs echoing in the basement.

Please, don't be so cruel to me...

Don't leave me...

zero, zero, zero...

He called out to his best friend again and again, suffering in despair and waiting helplessly for a response.

His soul seemed to be shattered by these calls.

He knew that choosing to go undercover and step into the darkness would cost him his life, and he was prepared to sacrifice himself. Even when he knew that Zero and he were in the same organization, he thought that if Zero's identity was ever exposed, he could take the risk and bear the consequences himself.

And if he was exposed, he would never survive and give the organization the opportunity to use him to hurt Zero and those close to him.

But he never thought that this day would come so soon.

——But it wasn’t him who died!

He couldn't accept it. In his heart, Zero should live under his protection until the organization is destroyed, until he returns to the light, with a bright future, freedom and happiness...

But all his ideas died in this dark, bloody little basement.

'zero...'

“Don’t, don’t leave me…”

He shouted silently and hoarsely, and the corners of his dry eyes seemed to crack and bleed.

He held his little baby Xunran in his arms, staring blankly ahead. A wardrobe seemed to appear in front of him, and he seemed to have returned to the day when his parents were killed. He hid in the closet, not daring to make a sound or breathe. His heart ached with suffocation, and he was too scared to push open the closet.

Zero, it will never happen again like he once dreamed, with the cabinet opened, endless light pouring in, and her smiling face brightly, holding his hand and pulling him out of the cabinet.

"I lost Zero..."

He was hopeless.

Being held tightly in someone's arms, Fūya Rei's heart started beating again, but he was having trouble breathing.

He thought dizzily that it was probably because of the high fever, otherwise why would he feel that the person holding him in grief looked so much like Hiro.

Maybe it was because this person covered him with clothes at the first moment, making him feel warm, or maybe it was because of the grief-stricken aura surrounding this person that made his heart ache.

He opened his eyes tiredly and looked over. The scar running through his entire face was very obvious. It was indeed the man he had beaten before, and there were obvious signs of disguise.

He thought hard, it seemed that only Hagiwara had learned how to disguise himself.

"Jingguang, what happened to you? Why don't you say anything? Jingguang..."

Leaning on this person's shoulder, he vaguely heard a familiar voice coming from the other person's headset, as well as the name the other person was calling.

Jianggu Ling: "..."

I can't stand it any longer.

He closed his eyes in despair, unable to deceive himself any more, this man was really Hiro.

In other words, the person who had stabbed him in the vital points with a knife before was also Hiro.

Kikuchi's cell phone is also in Hiro's hand.

Hiro also received all the photos and text messages sent by Edrador!

Rei Furuya: The sky is falling!

His brain felt like it was hit several times by a huge hammer, and he completely fainted. The stone slab he had been holding in his hand rolled all the way into Zhu Fu Jingguang's arms.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was filled with despair and sorrow, suddenly felt movement on his body. He lowered his dead and numb eyes and happened to see the fragments of the carving in front of him.

He was silent for a long time before he finally seemed to realize something. A bunch of tender green branches seemed to appear in his desolate eyes, and a slight hint of hope appeared on his face.

He placed his fingertips on You Xunran's neck again, his heart beating faster and he held his breath nervously.

Until the subtle, slow beating came, his pupils suddenly dilated and tears of excitement burst out.

At this moment, he finally realized that the person in his arms was hotter than his tears.

He took a quick breath and hugged the person in his arms tightly. His heart was thundering. He opened his mouth, trying to overcome the psychological factors, and said in a hoarse and dry voice to the other end of the headset: "Officer, I need an ambulance!"

Outside, Zhu Fu Gaoming, who had just opened the car door and was about to get out to save his brother, finally felt relieved when he heard the reply.

He closed the car door again, his expression relaxed, and he said calmly: "When you didn't respond just now, I called an ambulance."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice was hoarse and broken, and he choked and said, "Thank you, thank you..." Brother Gao Ming.

After wrapping up the little boy tightly with his clothes, he picked him up and walked out quickly. With a faint sob, he whispered in the blond youth's ear: "Zero, hold on, don't leave me!"

In a villa not far away.

The second floor.

Vermouth took one last look at the police car driving away and put away the binoculars.

She walked slowly towards the room, her red lips pursed, and her expression was very ugly.

The person who was just carried out by a strange man should be Amuro-kun, and that man seemed to be a policeman.