perfect traverser

Beautiful flowers, after finally withering, are discarded.

The moonlight on this day is too cold, Wan Zi thought silently.

He turned his head to look at Makishima Shōgo, and there was a "snap", that was the sound of firewood being burnt, which was unusual in this somewhat quiet room and could not be ignored.

Wan Zi looked at the third person in the room. This was a man who was not young. Judging from his face, you might think that he was a kind and kind old man, but that was not the case.

There is a kind of person in this world whose appearance can deceive people.

If you know that this person's body is full of technological products, and only the brain is his own, you will feel a cold current pass through the body. This is not because of fear, but because of this cruel treatment of yourself A chill rising from the bottom of my heart.

If Wan Zi is still that ordinary person, then he will definitely stay as far away from this kind of person as possible.

However, things are always impermanent.

Wan Zi vaguely felt that his allies should be like this, but Wan Zi who thought this way was completely abnormal.

Living things have a kind of evolution, and Wan Zi is also evolving, isn't it?

"The daughter of Wangling Prison, Wangling Lihuazi is really a smart person." Commented in a low tone, Izumi Toyohisa, who was hiding in the shadows and his face was blurred, seemed to be talking about the weather without any waves.

Wan Zi remained silent, completely realizing the skill of pretending to be 13 to perfection.He was waiting for Makishima Shrine to speak.

Sure enough, Makishima Shenghu closed the book he had prepared all the time, and said in a flat tone: "Wangling prison one, the artist and genius killed by the machine, is bloody and cruel. Even if he has the exact idea, it is a pity that it withers in the end."

"This is the first time I've heard you praise someone so much, even an artist." Looking at the shotgun in his hand, Izumi Toyohisa said, his eyes rested on Wanzi, "Then, this one is so similar to Makishima What do you think?"

"The reason why artists are called artists is because they can transform material things into spiritual symbols, indulge in them, and can't extricate themselves, but once this talent is suppressed by them, the final outcome of the artist is the spiritual direction. die, and the rest of the body becomes rotten and rotten." Wan Zi looked at Quan Gongsi Fengjiu, who was obviously about to speak for himself, and said calmly. hold grudges.

"This era kills all life." Toyohisa Izumiguji finally concluded.

"Sibyl system, this is a perfect excuse and illusion, isn't it?" Makishima Shenghu looked at Wan Zi and said.

"Indeed." In the end, Wan Zi, who could only spit out these two words, was exhausted.

On the other side, Wang Linglihuazi looked at the unconscious girl under the moonlight with a cold expression. She said softly against the cold moonlight: "My father is a great artist. He has always taken human enlightenment as his mission. I respect him and love him, but," Wang Lingli Huazi looked at the painting hanging on the wall, "but today my father died quietly. As his daughter, I will give him The art continues."

Putting the unconscious girl into the suitcase with no expression, Wang Linglihuazi took out his mobile phone, pressed the unique number on the mobile phone, and said, "Jackson."

The dark basement, with dim and flickering lights, added a touch of coldness and horror to the basement.

Wang Ling Lihuazi looked at the medicine brought by the man in front of him, walked over to pick up the chemical liquid soaked in the corpse and poured it into a glass jar that was so big that it could hold a young girl.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, it was a kind of excitement, nothing else, she gently held her hand, quietly waiting for the moment when she made the girl into a work of art.

The man who poured the liquid looked at Wang Lingli Huazi holding the chainsaw that didn't match her temperament at all, and jokingly said, "Then I won't disturb your creative time."

"Don't you watch Jackson?" Wang Lingli Huazi asked, "It's really boring, you always leave at the most exciting part."

"No, this is too bloody." The man returned and walked out.

Wang Linglihuazi, who was left alone, took a chainsaw and slowly walked towards the girl soaked in the water tank. This girl received even more cruel treatment in the silence.

The next day, Wan Zi saw Makishima Shenghu sitting in front of the computer and smiling. Although the smile was exactly the same as before, Wan Zi sensed a trace of unusual excitement from it.

Glancing at the computer, Wan Zi immediately recognized the craftsmanship inside that was very similar to Wang Linglaoyi's work. This is, has Wang Lingli Huazi already done it?

Wan Zi had to give a thumbs up to this girl, she is so good, she deserves to be an ally under his leadership, Wan Zi, who was completely obsessed with her own charm, didn't notice Makishima Shenghu turned her head to look at her inquiring eyes.

Seeing Wan Zi in a happy mood, Makishima Shenghu maximized the painting on the computer.

"The last cry of the miserable girl who is trying to break free from hell is really an art of resemblance, isn't Wan Zi?"

"It is indeed similar, the struggle, the pain, and the wailing that was sealed away, but, inside," Wan Zi stopped, looking at Wang Lingli Huazi's artwork, "something is missing, the most important thing. "

"Blindly sticking to it without knowing how to change it will only lead to self-destruction in the end, but shouldn't we give our allies some opportunities?" Makishima Shenghu looked at Wan Zi, unexpectedly, Wan Zi would be so keen, it is really getting more and more interesting Yes, he is really looking forward to Wanzi's final unveiling!

A wave of malice flowed through Wan Zi's body, he loosened his muscles imperceptibly, and pretended to respond relaxedly to Makishima Shenghu: "Then, look forward to Wangling Lihuazi's next performance."

"I really hope I won't be disappointed in the end." Makishima Shenghu accepted Wan Zi's words, but looked straight at Wan Zi.

Wan Zi instantly felt that this sentence was meant for him, how much he wanted to shake Makishima Shenghu's shoulder at this moment: I am your friend?Ah, you can't be so insane! !Attack me! ! ! !

It's a pity that Wan Zi didn't dare to say anything, and finally he used the two profound words of that Celestial Dynasty, "hehe" to end the conversation.

The next few days seemed to be calmer, the days were so calm, like the moment before the storm.

People from the Public Security Bureau are busy looking for traces of the murderer.

And Wan Zi was sitting quietly with Makishima Shenghu in the studio of Wangling Lihuazi's school, drinking coffee, but the cup in his hand didn't bottom out for a long time, forgive Wan Zi for not liking bitterness all his life.

He turned his head and looked beyond the glass window at the sky that had changed from clear to cloudy in an instant, "It's going to rain soon." Wan Zi simply talked about the changing weather, but he didn't The one with the umbrella said, as for Makishima Shōgo, what do you think?

"Damp, cold, and gloomy. Is the lamented rain from the sky washing away sins or covering up the truth?" Makishima Shenghu said in a deep voice.

Wan Zi turned her head and said nothing.

He looked at the third person who was painting quietly, and Wang Lingli Huazi said, "Why do you only choose students from the same school as you as the material?"

"Mr. Makishima, what do you think of the educational policy of this boarding school?" Wang Lingli Huazi turned around and looked at Wan Zi and Makishima Shenghu seriously, waiting for their answers.

Makishima Shenghu didn't directly answer Wangling Lihuazi's question, he got up and stood in front of the window, looked at the rain that had just poured outside the window, and said after a while, "Although such a school shouldn't exist in this era, Perhaps it is because of this that this school has the value of scarcity. If you want your daughter to study in accordance with the previous style, then you can only choose here."

"Virtue and temperament, lost traditional virtues, this is the educational philosophy advocated by Yingshuang Academy. Do not force men, but only impose priorities on women. After all these are baked into our minds, then they will be regarded as Luxury goods are sold, and then bought by those adults who pursue a good wife and mother. Then, this life is like this, and it can bloom freely, isn't it?" Wang Linglihuazi looked at the flower on the easel that had just been painted. The head of one of my junior girls said with a smile.

"This is a perfect imitation, Li Huazi." Wan Zi, who didn't know when he put down the cup in his hand, praised, sighing in his heart, but it's just a work of art, "There will definitely be more people looking forward to appreciating it .”

"Then, we have to find a lively place that can be seen by everyone." Wang Lingli Huazi, who has done two cases so far, is seriously thinking about the next exhibition place.

"Wangling Lihuazi, the best art is not imitation." Wan Zi finally reminded, completely ignoring Makishima Shenghu's frowning frown.

After speaking, he turned and left the room.

Makishima Shrine also left.

On the other side, Qiao Nian Shen, who has found clues, immediately rushed to Yingshuang Academy with Chang Shouzhu to search for clues.

"Makishima." Looking at the middle-aged female dean who ran out and didn't see her, Wan Zi called the person who was sitting calmly looking at her phone, "The police have arrived at the school."

"Well, the action is really fast." Makishima Shenghu said indifferently, and continued to look down at his mobile phone, "I found an interesting prey."

As he spoke, he zoomed in on the face on the phone, and Wan Zi felt familiar when he saw it.

However, "Aren't you going to destroy the traces of your existence?" Wan Zi reminded, watching the destruction of all his own information, Wan Zi only felt that Makishima Shenghu was a little obedient this time by accident?

He thought of Wang Lingli Huazi who was still in the studio, so he wanted to go out.

"Where are you going?" Makishima Shenghu asked intentionally. He knew that Wan Zi wanted to go to comrade Wangling Lihuazi, but Makishima Shenghu would not pay any attention to the flowers that were about to wither, so , Wan Zi who is so similar to him is even more impossible.

Taking out the mobile phone in his pocket, Makishima Shenghu whispered a name that Wanzi didn't know: "Kiriya Mori, let Wangling Lihuazi come to the place where she makes art."

Putting the phone in his pocket, he said to Wan Zi, "Now, let's watch the ending stage play where the flowers bloom at the last moment."