[Tokyo Ghoul] Anyone who loves me will die

Near night dusk.

The sun has sunk.

The Tokyo Tower, one of Tokyo's landmark buildings, is silent in a gray and blue.

Soon, the bright lights will light up the city like a pearl, but now, the dim street lights can't compete with the afterglow floating in the air.Pedestrians did not become scarce because the night was approaching, and the whole city began to gradually enter a new rhythm after a short rest.

Without warning, accelerated by gravity, the falling human body fell on the concrete road—like a huge boulder thrown into a slightly turbulent lake, with a loud splash and a large splash of water—the pedestrians scattered in all directions. Gather again.

Someone looked up at the Tokyo Tower, it was so high that it seemed impossible to see the top.

I don't know how many floors this person jumped from. His body fell so loudly, but his body was not so miserable.He lay peacefully on the concrete road, looking very complete, as if he had just fallen, neither limbs were broken, nor were he shattered and limp.

He was lying on the ground with his back to the people, and his hands and feet were neatly placed by his side. His body shape was not at all awkward. It looked like a movie shooting scene or a prank on some TV stations.

Judging by his body shape, he was a tall and straight young man. The hood completely blocked his downward facing face, revealing only a strand of black curly hair.

I don't know how long this silence lasted, but suddenly someone screamed.

is blood.

A lot of blood slowly flowed out from under the young man's body, gradually accumulating in a puddle...

Some people covered their mouths in disbelief, but no one dared to touch the corpse.

Who knows what his front was smashed into?

Finally, perhaps out of curiosity or pity, a man stepped forward and turned the young man over—

The man gasped.

Compared with most people who jumped to their deaths, the young man in front of him looked in much better condition, and he could even be seen as handsome in his original appearance.However, it is precisely because of this that the bleeding from the seven orifices looks even more tragic.

The face of the deceased did not struggle with fear, on the contrary, it was very calm, a kind of hopeless calm.

Just looking at this bloody face, I feel sad in my heart.

The man put the young man flat again and backed away.Some people left, and new people gathered together, and car horns blared not far away.Before the police arrive, I am afraid that this section of the road will not resume smooth operation.

The crowd of onlookers formed a noisy gray, which was somewhat lifeless.In such a background, a girl in a white dress came out from the crowd, and the gray crowd around her seemed to be scattered like a stream of water.She walked to the corpse and knelt down, her skirt was wet with blood.

She reached out to touch the dead man's face.

Little by little, he wiped away the blood on his face.

A conversation unknown to passers-by is going on between the girl and the youth——

"You killed my parents, but I never hated you because I knew you would die for me."

... People only saw her leaning over and kissing the corpse's face.

How to describe this smell?

It was as if a hungry man suddenly smelled the aroma of baked bread in the street.

As if a hungry dessert control suddenly smells the aroma of chocolate bread on the street.

It seems that the starving dessert is in the winter street and suddenly smells the aroma of freshly baked chocolate bread...

Like a fragrant movement, and like a net that catches the sense of smell——

It's like drugs stimulating the human brain, stimulating this thin yellow man.

Compared with this wonderful aroma, the rotten eyeballs in front of me are as unappetizing as human vomit.The middle-aged ghoul who was hiding in the dark alley like a mouse gnawed on the food he picked up raised his head, and his eyeballs filled with black eyes instantly locked on the slender girl who approached——

Although she was only walking slowly, and her steps were very ordinary in a straight line, rather than the enchanting S steps of a model, the girl's figure gave off a very graceful feeling.But for this middle-aged ghoul, it wasn't a woman, it was just food.

The rotten eyeballs were stained with the saliva he secreted and rolled down his fingers. The man ran fast, and those hands with sharp nails flew towards the girl's slender neck——

The girl was obviously taken aback, and instinctively stepped back, raising her hand to block it.

The man's fingers scratched the fair skin of her wrist.

Although it is not easy to bleed there, a little is enough.

The blood oozing out from the shallow wound that was opened little by little turned the wonderful aroma movement into a magnificent ensemble——

As if the sealed coffee can had been knocked over, a strong aroma emanated from her wrist.

Just smelling that smell made the ghouls in front of him go crazy. His facial veins were bulging, his eyes were completely ferocious, his sharp teeth protruded from his lips, and saliva dripped down continuously, just for a short moment. , the ghoul in front of him fell into a kind of ecstasy, so that he didn't feel the danger that was approaching at all...

There was only a bang, and the middle-aged ghoul in front of him smashed into the wall on one side at a speed that was completely invisible.All I could see was a young man with a back like a burning flame floating in mid-air, but as if appearing out of thin air, this young man disappeared in an instant.

Almost at the same time, a scream that was choked in the throat came from behind the collapsed wall.

The girl stood in the alley, the afterglow of the setting sun climbed up her skirt.

Can't see clearly what's going on in the hole in the wall.

The girl just stood quietly, as if she was not at all curious about the situation inside.She didn't show any signs of fear—it's better to say that she was completely emotionless, standing there as if in a daze or admiring the scenery.

After a while, the young man flashed out from the shattered hole in the wall, and the flame wings behind him had disappeared.

He looks like an ordinary young man who is not sociable, dull and reticent. He is tall but has his head down, and his face is also shrouded in the hood of the hoodie, looking a little gloomy and deserted.

The girl turned around and walked out of the alley.

The young man stood motionless behind her.

It wasn't until the girl walked a long way that he pursed his lips emotionally and followed her slowly.

This small village is very desolate, because it has been decided to be demolished, everyone has moved away, and only a few homeless people or old people with no one to rely on are left behind.Such places are unpopular with ghouls because there are no good food sources.Only losers who have been robbed of their territory and cannot gain a foothold in the city will come to this kind of place.

However, the young man in front of him clearly cannot be labeled as "weak".

The two walked one after the other, on the road beside the small river with a grassy slope.

Halfway through, the young man jumped off the road, walked to the edge of the stream, and began to wash his hands seriously.

In fact, there was not a trace of trace on his hand, and the neat battle did not make him spatter a trace of blood.But as if obsessive-compulsive, the young man rubbed his fingers one by one.

It used to be an S-rank gourd who didn't care about its blood stained hands, and could devour humans and the same kind without any hesitation. I don't know when it developed this childish habit.

The girl stopped and didn't turn around, but stood on the road with her hands behind her back, as if enjoying the evening breeze.

She didn't take another step until the young man set foot on the road again.

The two came to a small apartment building, which looked like an abandoned residential building, very dilapidated.

But when the girl opened the door, we saw a brand new living room—the sofa, the floor, and even the lamps on the roof, it can be seen that they have been carefully arranged recently, and even the cracked walls can be seen. Well maintained and painted.

The color of the room is very warm, light yellow and pink.But it looks like a man's handwriting - the girl in front of me is not kawaii who is obsessed with pink anyway, and only inexperienced men think that girls must like pink.

The girl put the plastic bag in her hand on the round wooden dining table. She was about to walk away, but the young man behind her held her hand.

The young man lowered his head and licked the blood on her wrist, then took out a band-aid from his pocket and stuck it on her.Probably because of being stimulated by the blood gas, his fingers kept shaking.

The girl looked up at the young man, then went into the bathroom silently.

The atmosphere between the two is very strange, both intimate and unfamiliar.

The young man seemed to have gotten used to the girl's deliberate ignorance, turned around, picked up the vegetables and walked into the kitchen, where he began to skillfully clean and chop the vegetables.Although practice makes perfect, but when he lost his mind for a moment, the fragile knife in front of him was bent because of his excessive force, and the young man had to snap the handle back.It may be because the potatoes were cut too thin, and the young man accidentally cut his hand.He froze for a moment, then touched the band-aid, but suddenly remembered that ghouls would not be hurt by such things.He lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw that the blade had been rolled by his fingers.He raised his hand and looked at the unscarred index finger with a look of disappointment on his face.

When the dishes are ready, the young man turns the fire to the minimum, and then puts the dishes aside, so that the dishes can be kept warm naturally.He took off the apron, and his keen hearing allowed him to hear the sound of water in the bathroom. If he paid attention, he might also hear the sound of the girl splashing water on her body.

Peeling off her clothes, the girl's faint scent began to torment the young man's sense of smell unscrupulously.

He covered his nose with some discomfort, and after a while he couldn't help sniffing——

Girls rarely use soap or body wash as toiletries, so the fragrance on her body is very natural.Those young women with exquisite makeup and well-maintained looks in big cities, if compared with young girls, are like the difference between raising pigs and natural game.

The fragrance of her hair, the natural smell of her skin, and the smell of her breath...were intertwined, like a perfect dish with seasoning added.And girls are undoubtedly beautiful and delicious.This is probably what human beings often say "good color and fragrance".

Although the young man could only describe girls like food due to his poor vocabulary, he knew that it wasn't just about appetite.

Because there has never been a food that makes his heart throb.

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