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Tsukishiro Reiji's knife pointed at the grey-haired man's heart, but Katsuyama Chuanshin was a professional fighter after all, he sensed it, and immediately leaned to the side, and swept his fist backwards, the punch was fierce .

The knife stabbed crookedly and pierced into the back muscles of the "head-to-head", and Reiji Tsukishiro did not dare to let go.

Gloves, torture.

Yes, he has already determined that this guy is singled out.

His back hit the solid wooden table heavily, Tsukishiro Reiji frowned unobtrusively, still holding the knife tightly.

He couldn't see his own expression, but Shengshan Chuanxin could see it clearly.

Although this kid has no rules, but his eyes are fierce——

Seriously, this guy is serious about killing himself!

Sheng Shan Chuanxin laughed ferociously, and moved his wrist. The knife wound not only failed to drag him down, but instead aroused the tyranny in his bones.

Although he found it interesting to torture and kill girls, he nailed opponents who refused to give up to the ground time and time again——

This is the bloody victory that greets him with cheers!It is in the Colosseum in Rome, which has attracted much attention!

The gray-haired man's pupils constricted, he adjusted his breathing constantly, and the blood flow accelerated.

Seeing the one-on-one challenge suddenly excited, Reiji Tsukishiro forced himself to calm down. He has no advantage in force, so absolutely, absolutely must not let go of the handle!

He didn't even dare to confirm Muling's state, for fear that the attention of the duel would turn back to the girl again.

Tsukishiro Reiji's eyes darkened.

As long as he can hold out until the police come—

"Fair duel, originally you should put down your weapon, but," Sheng Shan Chuanxin sneered.

There are not a few decent muscles in the young man's body.

Katsuyama Chuanxin announced arrogantly: "I allow you to break the rules."

The gray-haired man's commanding tone made Reiji Tsukishiro suddenly ignite.

"You were never the one who decided the rules." Tsukishiro Reiji wiped the blood from his mouth.

……

Intermittent and suppressed muffled groans, blood mixed with visceral fragments were vomited out, and viscous plasma hit the floor.

One drop, two drops—

Muku woke up with a start.

The girl opened her emerald green pupils, and she saw that the young man's white shirt was stained with a lot of blood red, and the smell of blood was so strong that it made people feel physically uncomfortable, and they scrambled into her respiratory tract.

The blood froze, and condensed hard on the young man's body, turning into a layer of fragile armor, vulnerable to a single blow.

Starling bit the cloth in his mouth tightly, tears rolled down his face.

The girl screamed silently, and the one-on-one challenge forced her to face the evil directly, but the young man taught her cruel kindness.

Her world is a mirror, which was lifted high and smashed down by the single challenger.

The youth put them back together piece by piece with bloody hands until the color of the sky was reflected in the mirror again.

Muling never knew that cool-toned pupils could be so warm.

"This guy is cold and selfish." She remembered her father judging Tsukishiro Reiji's photo.

no!

Muku stubbornly responded to the young man's soothing gaze.

How could he be an indifferent person!

"Are you distracted?" Shengshan Chuanxin picked up the young man's collar and dragged him to him, "Why, can't this work? Stand up!"

How many ribs are broken, two?three?I can't seem to use my hands anymore...

3 minutes and 29 seconds, the police should have arrived.

Reiji Tsukishiro remembered that Toru Amuro asked him if he wanted to learn fighting, but he refused at that time.

He should have said yes.

Katsuyama Chuanxin suddenly lost interest when he saw the young man losing his strength.

"That's all your willpower is, it's boring."

Katsuyama let go, the young man didn't make any resistance, and fell on the floor on his back, like a stone thrown into a swamp, without a sound.

The gray-haired man straddled the young man, raising his fists high.

This direction is aimed at his temple——

Tsukishiro Reiji moved his fingers slightly, the knife was still in his hand.

To be honest, his fingers had long since lost feeling, and he refused to let go entirely by instinct.

He struggled to control his fingers and turn the tip of the knife, the simple movements were extremely difficult at the moment.

Shengshan Chuanxin hated the fragile posture of young people who could not resist, which would only make him have a strong desire to abuse.

Tsukishiro Reiji heard Muku crying.

Broken, sobbing sobs.

No, don't cry, he wants to stand up and wipe the tears off the girl's face.

But his vision was blurry.

hold on,

Tsukishiro Reiji told himself in his heart, wait a little longer, the one-on-one fight has not completely given up vigilance.

Reiji Tsukishiro heard footsteps falling in the kitchen.

Did he hear it wrong?

Katsuyama Chuanxin was irritated by the young man's eyes, even though he defeated the opponent, even if the person lying on the ground in embarrassment was not himself.

The piercing eyes of the young man made him feel that... he is the one who will be hanged on the gallows.

How can it be!

Katsuyama Chuanxin sneered, and shook his fist heavily at the young man's temple.

There is only one rule in this world, the strong prey on the weak.

is now!

boom!

The long-handled knife slashed through the heart of Duel.From back to chest.

"As I said, you were never the one who made the rules." Tsukishiro Reiji said hoarsely.

What answered him was not a one-on-one fight, but the blood dripping down from mid-air.

Tsukishiro Reiji paused in a daze, realizing that the voice just now was not his illusion.

There was a fourth person present, and he fired a shot at the duel, just one second after the long knife sank.

Through the muzzle of the gun emitting white smoke, and through the hollow between the single eyebrows, Toru Amuro saw the confused expression of the young man.

For the first time, he hated his excessive ability to accept and analyze information.

Arms at odd angles, broken bones.

Unfocused eyes, retinal detachment.

There was no response to the gunshots that were close at hand, and the eardrums ruptured.

The muzzle of the gun shifted uncontrollably, aiming at the dead body, Toru Amuro pressed his index finger firmly on the trigger.

He tried his best not to keep shooting, that would just make him look like a madman.

He has always known that the youth's pupils are blue, inorganic light blue.

Toru Amuro walked over step by step, looking into the pupils of the young man.

Dust settled, surprise, joy—everything, except that I didn't feel sad for what happened to me.

Why is it always like this?

Toru Amuro wanted to ask him.

If you can't die, can you feel no pain?

Why do people always stand in the front when they are obviously hiding from alcohol disinfection?

You bring everyone into the sun, what about yourself?

He didn't know when he retracted the gun.

Toru Amuro kicked the gray-haired man away with such force that the man's chest sank immediately.

But to no avail, he was late.

In the double image and blur, Tsukishiro Reiji saw a piece of gold approaching.

"Mr. Amuro?"

The syllables were pronounced strangely, but the young man didn't notice it.

"it's me."

Amuro said softly.

The studs on the young man's ears were soaked red with blood, and the blood dried up and became dark and lost its luster.

Amuro Toru has never been so consciously aware that his protection is just a joke to move himself.

"Let's go back." Suppressing his voice, he knew that the young man couldn't hear him.

However, before he could check the young man's injuries, the sound of the police siren clearly fell into his ears, and Toru Amuro paused.

Hearing the siren vaguely, Tsukishiro Reiji blinked.

"It's Zhenping."

"No." Toru Amuro ignored his words and carefully supported the young man's neck.

Understanding the man's body language, Tsukishiro Reiji smiled at his rare willful reaction, pulling the corners of his mouth but touching the wound on his face.

He took a small breath.

"Mr. Amuro should go."

he repeated.

Toru Amuro looked down at the persistent pupils of the young man, he didn't understand.

There are countless possibilities, but Matsuda Jinpei is one of the countless possibilities, but he is the only one in the youth's mouth.

"Why Zhenping?" He asked for the first time.

Screeching brakes, the police car stopped at the door.

The door opened and closed heavily.

Tsukishiro Reiji couldn't hear what he said, but could feel the resistance.

Because Zhenping said he would be the first to arrive, it must be Zhenping.

Tsukishiro Reiji answered in his heart, but he couldn't explain it to Amuro Toru.

The adrenaline gradually faded, and the pain returned bit by bit, submerging his whole body in it, spreading over his mouth and nose.

Toru Amuro watched his clear blue pupils covered with mist.

If someone had to face it, the youth didn't want that person to be Matsuda Jinpei.

If the truth is destined to be revealed, the young man hopes that Matsuda Jinpei will be the last to know.

——Toru Amuro suddenly understood the other party's thoughts.

Then he had no reason to persist.

He let go.

The entrance door was kicked open vigorously, and the footsteps sounded impatient and disorderly.

Toru Amuro thought, Reiji Tsukishiro was right, someone should stand in the sun without any haze.

It's just that this person is not himself, nor can it be the other party.

Surrounded by police outside.

Only when the young man's eyes are out of focus, Toru Amuro dares to stare at him for a long time.

Finally, Amuro got up and hid in the bedroom.

Matsuda Jinping entered the door, and the young man was lying in a pool of blood, breathing weakly.

At that moment, the dim sky fell from top to bottom.

Everyone has hardships that they must face, Matsuda Jinpei thought.

And his suffering and happiness all come from youth.

He can accept that suffering befalls him, but he cannot accept that it is the youth's turn to step into the mud.

Matsuda Jinping is extremely selfish.

And selfish Judas was never allowed to.

Matsuda Jinpei didn't even notice the imprint of the left knee, overlapping the previous one.

He held up the young man's head, life was too light.

So light that he couldn't hold it.

"I, ahem, I'm fine." Tsukishiro Reiji said stumbled.

He knew Matsuda Jinpei would come.

The man's white shirt was stained red with his blood.

With his ear attached to his palm, he felt the man's beating pulse and his heartbeat.

He is alive.

Finally, in Matsuda Jinpei's arms, Tsukishiro Reiji completely calmed down, and all senses returned.

The late tears welled up and wet Matsuda Jinpei's shirt.

Tsukishiro Reiji was buried in his lower abdomen in embarrassment, refusing to raise his head.

Because it really hurts, he is most afraid of pain.

Matsuda Jinpei wanted to lift the young man's hair, but was dodged by the other party.

The teardrops fell into his palm one by one, hot like red iron, branding the places where they flowed.

The person he cared for was easily crushed by the gangsters.

Matsuda swept across Muku who was safe and sound, and stopped on Katsuyama Chuanshin.

Frightened by his anger, Muku couldn't help shrinking his toes.

Then the female policeman helped Mulu untie the rope. She wanted to touch the little girl's hair, but was dodged.

Mu went straight to Matsuda Jinpei, and seeing the young man's heaving chest with her own eyes, she was finally relieved.

Suddenly relaxed, Ling fainted, and was carried away by the policewoman from the scene of the crime.

Matsuda Jinhei looked around. He saw the knife piercing through the chest of the duel, the bullet that penetrated between the eyebrows, and the bullet casing that fell to the ground.

Emotion refused to think, but instinct told him that the knife was stabbed by a young man, what about the bullet?

A bullet fired from a police gun type HKP7.

He was not the first person to arrive. Whoever saved the young man before him left in a hurry.

In an instant, countless clues gathered, the young man's embarrassment that night, and the earlier request on the ship——

"Is it Jingguang, or Zero?"

Putting his lips against the ears of the man in his arms, Matsuda Jinpei's voice was steadily transmitted to Tsukishiro Reiji's brain.

He wants an answer.

Tsukishiro Reiji raised his hand vigorously, grabbing the clothes on his chest to support himself.

He tried his best to lean forward and whispered in the man's ear, "It's flat."

Civilians cannot hold guns, and Amuro's bullets will attract police investigation.

But fortunately, the HKP7 is a police gun, and Matsuda Jinpei also has one on his waist.

"The first person to find me was Zhen Ping."

It can't be Toru Amuro.

"The person who shot and saved me is also Zhenping."

This bullet can only be fired from a police gun, not an undercover agent.

So no one else but me, even if I don't make it.

Kuroshio surged in front of Matsuda Jinping's eyes.

He understood, but it meant more sadness.

Across the wall, Toru Amuro slowly pressed the back of his head against the cold wall, and took off his earphones.

Fingers pressed hard, the earphones made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

His ptsd is healed.