[Wen Ye] Hell changes

Under the leadership of Tachihara Michizo, Okura Yeko came to the door of His Excellency Akutagawa Ryunosuke.The night scene is light and rainy, the tear-stained sky seems to come from the desolate loneliness of the ancient tomb, the aftertaste of the singing of night birds is like the pulse of the wrist and the beating of the heart, and the gray-white river composed of particles sprinkled by the moonlight volleys into the sky Dances, but the moon itself leans so close and far away on the night filled with countless insomnia and gloomy shadows, unclear and unpredictable, but the shining stars are softer and brighter, like a reflection of light. The crystal clear sword.Akutagawa is near the door.She watched him from a distance.

The sliding door of the living room was open, which allowed her to clearly see Akutagawa's figure.The sliding door is covered with light and shadows of various scenes that appear darker through the moonlight. Akutagawa leans lazily by the sliding door, looking thoughtfully at the gray-black image on the sliding door. It doesn't matter, the figure of Akutagawa is always partially covered when she looks at it. At first glance, it seems that Akutagawa is hiding in the beautiful shadow painting on the sliding door. , Far away from the bead curtain separated by swallows.The well-shaped face is inlaid with a pair of black pearls that are sweeter than candied fruit.His brilliance had already illuminated the whole unlit hall.The sky is more fragile than a solitary sail on the ocean, the rice fields are more affectionate than the branches under the hills, and her memory is calmer and more lonely than the moonlight by the pool.The night is so worrisomely spinning, the eyes are so darkly wandering, the shattered star that has flowed into the pond draws a short white word of mourning between her brows, one is surprised that the stars think so To escape from here.

Ah, I haven't seen your face for an hour, and it feels like 500 years have passed!Since then, my life has been full of hatred and sorrow, asking myself if I can finish this boring life.

Ah, farewell, poor wandering eyes!After seeing his face, you are no longer useful!

In the middle of the night, she wrapped up a coat to keep warm, and continued to watch at the door for a long time, wanting to see if Akutagawa would come out, even if it was to get a closer look at the moonlight, he would It is possible to come out.She wanted to look at him again.It's a pity that Ryunosuke Akutagawa didn't come out from the beginning to the end.

She left without saying a word.

When the day came, she officially returned to work with Fukuji Sakurachi, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke was ordered not to take care of official duties due to his illness, so the office that was usually full of entourage was now only her and Fukuji Sakurachi. up.Fukuchi Sakurachi's attitude towards her was very ordinary. He didn't ask her how her life was recently, but only asked why she came to report today. She should have rushed over as soon as she got off the plane.Fukuchi Sakura was really impatient. She never raised her brows, and asked her straight to the point: "Someone caught a picture of you being dragged away by someone suspected of being an armed detective agency. What do you think?"

Okura Yeko asked directly, shook her head and didn't know, and kept vague. First, she didn't intend to hide the fact that she was absent-minded, and second, she didn't think this was the right time to fall out.

Fukuchi Sakurachi gradually couldn't stand her attitude anymore.He has been too upset recently, eager to go to war and dispatch troops, busy with dispatching troops every day, but at this juncture, Akutagawa's body suddenly fell ill, and he has reached the point where he has to consider the consequences of an early death. How can he who has always loved Akutagawa He might turn a blind eye to it completely, even though the affairs of the war had piled up on him, he still planned to take Akutagawa's affairs into consideration.Coincidentally, the matter of Akutagawa has not been resolved, and the enemy forces do not know why they have repeatedly escaped from the confrontation. It must be a mole inside the core of their own side. This is good, the matter of the mole has come to him again Well, it was Suehiro Tetsuchang last time, who will it be this time?Thinking of this made his temples twitch.With this state of mind, and without ruling out that Yeko Okura is a traitor, he will definitely not show too good a face.

"Since you deny this matter, why did you come here now? The person photographed is not a member of the Armed Detective Agency, so who could it be? If you were framed, how did you attract people when you were abroad for a long time? Came to frame you? Who do you think is to blame for this?"

Fukuchi Sakurachi didn't hide his hostility at all, and before she could come up with a good answer, he sighed and patted her on the shoulder pretending to be regretful: "In my opinion, you may not have adapted to the current situation." , Why don’t you go to school and be a little teacher, and come back when you have a chance.”

The school here naturally refers to the supernatural education institutions established before. On the surface, there is a teaching environment suitable for people with supernatural abilities. In fact, there is a huge spy agency secretly. The teachers and other staff are basically It is the eyeliner placed by the upper-level, and the educational achievements must be fed back to the superiors, and the "heterogeneous" who cannot accept ideological education must be eliminated as soon as possible.Arranging Okura Yeko there is not only to use her strength to cultivate more talents, but also to monitor her. If the possibility of her being a traitor can be ruled out, it will not be too late to replace her.

Okura Yeko couldn't answer, and he didn't have that kind of tact and vigilance. He didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so he could only nod to accept the order.It wasn't until the night before she left that no one else was oppressing her and running on her, so she thought about it slowly before she figured it out.

She thought, I can’t just leave like this. Although I don’t know when this kind of educational institution came into existence, it must be a place where it will be difficult to walk after entering. Even my breathing has to be observed by others. I am not good at hiding it. His style is blunt and perverted, he will definitely be targeted, and good friends like Li Yuan will be involved at that time, it will be terrible, the better ending is that he will never be able to return to the army, and the bad one may be framed to death by villains , no matter which ending, I will never have the chance to confront Fukuji Sakurachi again, no, I can't just leave like this.

So she made up her mind and went to Fukuji Sakurachi again.

Fukuchi Sakura asked her angrily why she didn't move yet, she pursed her lips thinking about how to explain.In order to prevent her facial expressions and eye movements from being deeply speculated, she lowered her head pretendingly, showing a lost and sad look.However, unexpectedly, Fukuchi Sakurachi didn't take advantage of her silence to continue asking and pressing, which was not in line with his style.

She raised her head, and found that Fukuchi Sakurachi was looking at something on the table, unexpectedly showing her back, with her back facing her defenselessly.At that moment, a surge of impulsiveness and enthusiasm surged in her heart, which was unusually hot but orderly and powerful enough.She didn't know if this was a chance given to her by the gods, whether it was a lucky and inevitable fate line that was realized by crazily shaking in a microsecond, or whether it was an opportunity that she had spent all her life's accumulation of virtue in exchange for, but no matter what How, she can't miss such an excellent moment.

Fukuji Sakura was looking at the photos on the desktop.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was thoughtful in the tight shell, and seemed to be extraordinarily sentimental, a gap was quietly opened between the lips, the rose-colored tongue coating was faintly visible, and the beautiful lip lines were on the wonderful lips. Small and slender lines are drawn on the petals, just like the luster of amber texture on the scales of mermaids.The irretrievable aftertaste of youth, the separation and reunion in front of the moonlight, and the inexplicable impulse and excitement at this moment, all these are reflected on the beautiful lips of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, all on those two lips Condensed and knotted, it can be fused in the color of the rose-like lips, and it can be witnessed.

The day is slightly scorching, and the sky is cloudy.When the dawn docks, the pier in Yokohama is particularly sentimental.

Without any further hesitation, she attacked the unsuspecting Fukuchi Sakurachi with her bare hands.

Fukuchi Sakura felt the murderous intent passing by sensitively, and quickly turned around to hide. Although she had expected it, she still looked at her in disbelief: "Sure enough, you betrayed me!"

She didn't answer at first, and went straight to attack him, and he quickly drew out his knife to block in front of him.

Okura Yeko didn't ask any more questions, she stared at his eyes through the blade that reflected the face, used all the changes of muscle lines she could think of, and used all the festering expressions of anger, to open the mouth on the face. An expression that can be regarded as only when filled with righteous indignation: "You have no right to see him!"

"Is this the reason for you to avenge your kindness?"

"No, that's not true! I'm young enough, and I have the perseverance to study and go to school. Even if you never recruited me into the hounds, I still have my own way out, and I also have a path to success. You recruited me into the team, let us all It is not a kind of good treatment for people to accept the cruel and inhuman body enhancement plan! You killed my teammate, and you plan to kill more innocent people. You have a wicked mind and an unforgivable crime! I don’t admit that you are mine benefactor!"

"Are you talking about Suehiro?" He laughed disdainfully, "That's because he betrayed himself first, and the traitor is destined not to end well."

"The traitor should be you. You betrayed the vision and trust of an ignorant person like me. You betrayed the people. You killed people without blinking an eye. You betrayed humanitarianism. You want to repeat the mistakes of World War II and regain the French/Spanish/Spanish spirit." Behavior, trying to drag the country back into the dark age is a betrayal of the motherland!"

"You are looking for death!"

"It's not wrong at all!"

Okura Yeko and the others are capable subordinates brought out by Fukuji Sakurachi himself, and they are all familiar with each other, and the drug strengthening policy that everyone in the Hound team will adopt will not be biased, no matter whether it is male or female. Women, old and young, will get the same strengthening effect. In this regard, he can't get better conditions than Okura Yeko. He knows that that kind of foolish way of fighting back can't fight her, so he can only use his real skills. It is also necessary to show the skills and means that have not been shown to the public.Sure enough, in terms of hand-to-hand combat and combat skills, he couldn't completely suppress Okura Yezi, so he could only use this precious sword, which was not seen as a last resort.

At that time, Fukuchi Sakurachi felt emotional once in a while. He suddenly thought, if Suehiro Tiechang was still there, if no one had died and no one had left, would we still be in this situation?He is unselfish and resolute, but this does not mean that he is ruthless to the extreme. His ruthlessness is closer to not being emotional. For example, no matter how much he loves Akutagawa, he will never leave his identity for Akutagawa. Ordinary people live.He will also have emotional fluctuations belonging to a human being, miss Akutagawa's figure, and occasionally miss the days when all his colleagues and teammates are still there.He was also sad when he thought of the hound team that was so beautiful, admired by everyone, and had everything missing, and when everyone envied them and trusted them.It's not that he has no nostalgia for all his teammates.

Unfortunately, time is the only thing in the world that does not flow backwards.

Okura Yeko, who he easily avoided by turning sideways, grabbed the opponent's wrist before the opponent had time to withdraw his jab, and then squeezed hard inward, instantly hearing the dislocation of the flesh and blood The sound of tearing, rattling sounded.This is a message of injury from the human body.Okura Yeko quickly felt the pain from the fracture of her right wrist, but before she could groan in pain, her entire right hand was torn off including the flesh, tendons and bones.The blood column from the broken right arm spurted out in a spray-like manner, and it was extremely turbulent, dyeing most of the ground under her feet in a pool of shocking red. His knees were also stained a fishy blood red.Her complexion became more and more ugly as the blood flowed, and the chaotic and humming sounds like tinnitus invaded her brain, making her unable to perceive anything except endless pain and powerlessness.She closed her eyes tightly, put her left hand convulsively on her solitary right shoulder, screamed and pressed hard, her fingertips almost dug into the looming blue veins on the base of her arm, after uttering two sobbing words, she only Can continue to moan and whimper in pain.

Fukuji Sakurachi's expression became dim and difficult to find in the shadow cast by the broken hair on his forehead.No one knows what his mood is at this time.

"This is just a warning. We still have a chance to recover. As long as you calm down now, you can exercise your left arm in the future and continue to follow me. I will keep you safe..." In fact, he also knows that rebellion is a Something that can't be easily smoothed is not called rebellion, it can only be called whim.When the consciousness of rebellion appears in the brain, it is difficult to eradicate it unless it is really necessary to gouge out the heart and half die. Even if it is hidden due to the deterrence of pain, this consciousness cannot completely disappear in a person's heart.Because rebellion is a kind of spirit, spirit should be something engraved in the soul.People who have no rebellious spirit and who don't know how to fight don't need to be deterred by pain at all, they can be subdued easily.Obviously, Okura Yeko is not someone who can be subdued at all.He also knew that it was impossible to recover, so saying this at this moment was just a kind of self-deception, to comfort himself.

Okura Yeko's voice twitched a little, so her laughter was a little weird.She answered him with a convulsive laugh.After standing for a while, he saw Okura Yeko controlling his twitching left arm, trying to prop up his body and stand up.So without hesitation, he grabbed her remaining left arm again, and after saying "Don't toast, don't eat fine wine", he pinched her joint bones with all his strength.She could clearly feel an uncomfortably hot air rising from where he pinched, as if it was about to explode directly.

She exhausted all her body skills and strength to get rid of the grip, and managed to keep her left arm, but her mental state was obviously lower.What's more, what's more not optimistic is that the harm of not injecting the booster for a long time began to appear gradually. Her body had already started to be backlashed, and there had been signs before, but Fukuchi Sakurachi's attack stimulated this backlash effect, and it began Insane acceleration.

"You still have a chance. The antidote is in my hands. You know that the body transformation of our hound will be maintained on a regular basis, so why bother to resist me? The final outcome is so tragic, I can't bear it anymore." He He stretched out his hand to Okura Yeko, and gave her one last chance, "Correct yourself, if you don't take the antidote, you will be completely backlashed."

Hearing this, she finally dared to let go of her arms to see her current appearance.The image on the pool of blood is very blurry, but the general outline can be seen clearly.The right half of her face was almost disfigured, and her eyes were so hot that she was going to lose her sight in a while. Now she can only stand up with all her strength, but everything she sees with the rest of her eyes is so crumbling and blurry. The skin of the left arm also began to have some abnormal spots that gradually emerged, like small black holes, with no flesh color visible except for a piece of red and black.Because the internal organs also began to be corroded, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

"You said it yourself, you are young enough, and you can manipulate your age at will. You have such a good time, you can't do anything, you have to be a traitor!"

She laughed loudly: "You are right, my whole life is only such a short period, and you have lived for decades. In terms of this alone, I am nothing in front of you. My life is first of all for people. It’s normal to exchange pleasantries in the world, but the farewell begins immediately after the greetings. It seems that someone said it, maybe Haruki Murakami. If you want to stop it, this is the time. Just now, I understood that everything is waiting In exchange, there will be no things lost in vain. You gave Suehiro poison in exchange for me to avenge him. Suehiro will drink what you give obediently, but I won’t! I will exchange all the rest of my life for Come to a showdown with you. You and I have killed countless people. The price I have to pay is now ushered in, and you must pay the same price. The person who made you pay the price is exactly I!"

"You know that the sword is ruthless. If this knife passes through your heart, you will die immediately, and you will have no chance to choose!"

"Hahaha, it's all fucking bullshit! My mother is not afraid of blocking the plane with her hands, but would she be afraid of such a heavy white film?" She crawled to his feet with a grim face, deliberately twisting her neck Leaning on the knife, "Chop! Kill me! Cut off my head with one knife if you have the ability, French/Sist/Scimitar bastard! Chop!"

Fukuchi Sakurachi's last reluctance has been exhausted.Akutagawa in the photo frame still didn't move.

He didn't choose to stab Okura Yeko through the heart, but took advantage of the time when the medicine was eating her back and tortured her continuously.Her hair was blood-stained and disheveled long ago, and the black hair ring was washed bright red in the pool of blood.Her skin was shriveled, her muscles shriveled, and inside her body drained of life force was a pile of criss-cross bones that had been dyed black by toxins.Okura Yeko had to admit that he was likely to be hacked to death.She has suffered countless injuries, but the only time she can be called a little pain, and it is still difficult to call it pain is the last time when she picked her ear flesh.Thinking of the ear meat, she naturally became more alert.When she deliberately amplified her hearing, she unexpectedly felt that she heard a sound that she had never heard before.What would that sound be?Is it the scream of skin cracking, or the cry of the body having to accept the fact of losing to the opponent, or is it just the rage of unwillingness in the spirit?She can't breathe.

Fukuji Sakurachi moved closer to confirm her death.

She saw the bright white sky and the last ray of sunshine from the window behind Fukuji Sakurachi.Tiny traces of life that only the dying can see move across the sky, outlining rugged textures on the eyelids in charred centimeters.The sky is a white vista.Looking at this prospect, an impulse and enthusiasm surged in her heart, which was abnormally hot but orderly and powerful, just like before she suddenly realized that she could take the initiative to attack Fukuji Sakurachi, and she could choose to die.

So she resisted the severe pain, straightened her back, knelt and sat on the spot, and closed her eyes.Under Fukuji Sakura's surprised gaze, she tilted her head back, inserted her left hand into her abdomen without hesitation, cut open the abdomen, pulled out the internal organs, and then scolded the internal organs Throwing it on his face, until he was completely out of breath, he fell to the ground completely and did not move again.

The sky is a white vista.Birds clang up step by step until the dizzying day.This dizzyingly bright white reminded her of the national flag.Undoubtedly, the white that she is most familiar with in her life is the white on the national flag, and all patriotic people in the world will not refute that they are familiar with the color of the national flag.This day seems to be the national flag of the motherland!At the end of the day, a light blue edge gradually appeared.The blue was of a feeble paleness, and slowly slid away along the fuzzy edge of the clouds, dyeing a thick ink-like dark tone, carrying the vague yellowness in the last daylight, in a kind of The wonderful scattering movement quickly filled the entire sky.

She suddenly felt that her consciousness did not disappear because of the arrival of death, she had regained consciousness even though she was already dead.She thought about a few years ago, when she just learned that Akutagawa was going to join the team, she felt that there was another member in a small family.At that time her smile was not fake.She thought of the Pacific Ocean to the east of the coastline.The Pacific Ocean, the Pacific Ocean, is shining with beautiful sea light, as beautiful as the blue of gemstones, and as hard to find.How many springs and autumns will it take to go from a barren island to the sparkling Pacific Ocean.Her heart had a wonderful tremor, just like when she was first moved by the beauty of Akutagawa Ryunosuke many years ago.As for whether it was an accurate memory fragment, or an illusion brought about by the instant distortion of time and space, she had no way of judging.

Those people and national greats whom she loves, but she has not had time to love, seem to have stretched out their hands to take her to the land that has not been ravaged by her.This piece of darkness formed by memories and affection stretched all the way, engulfing her whole body, and finally when it reached her heart, it burst out a light that illuminated the whole world.Life/life/of/light is what people often call death.She reached out and stepped into the light.

She turned into a flying bird and clanged upwards, turned into a breeze until daytime, and flew towards the beautiful sky like a national flag.

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The author has something to say:

In fact, after a little understanding of the raw wheat incident in Japan, I know that I have referred to this chapter again (lying down