[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Sirens, thunder, the loud noise of helicopter propellers, and the cold rain falling unhurriedly, the heat of the city and the aftermath of the explosion were all relieved by this.

"Finally."

Rang Na took out the gun attached to her waist and pointed it at Fuchou. Fuchou stood still. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a hole in the floor that looked like a trap two steps behind her feet, and she could vaguely see the broken building directly below. The steel bars of the body are vertically facing the sky.

"You are the last one, I will kill you, this has been cut from the plan, you have to thank you for deciding to appear here."

She stopped talking nonsense and moved her fingers. At the same time, maybe a step faster, Fuchao went up to meet her, pressed the muzzle of the gun with her hand and moved it up——

"boom!"

After the gunshot, a hole was pierced in Fucho's palm, and a bullet was embedded in the riddled wall behind him.

At a glance, Jeanne saw a penetrating old scar on the palm of his hand where the bullet hole was. Something revealing startled her. Taking this opportunity, Fufu grabbed the gun and pointed it at her.

Jeanna subconsciously evaded and retreated, taking one step, two steps, stepping on the air, and in just an instant, she was hanging above the deep pit with a gun pressed against her heart, all supported except for her foot on the edge, only her waist was rich. To hold her wounded hand.

She felt her waist was wet with blood, her eyes flicked over the blood-oozing bandage on Fufu's neck, and the blood-stained face with clenched teeth, how did he hold herself so tightly with the hand that was pierced twice?

"It's my turn to persuade you." Jeanna gave up and stretched her arms to her sides, "Shoot or let go."

Before Rang Na could finish speaking, Fu Chou dragged her back.

"Can you dance?"

At this moment, Fufu still had his arms around her, with his hands resting on her back, and at a distance of a gun, he led her in a slow dance rhythm, circling lightly.

"Imagine that the song is "Moonlight"."

She was full of questions, but finally said: "It's not because I can't keep up with you that there's no music."

Fukuo glanced out the window, his eyesight was too poor to tell if the man on the helicopter was Munakata, but he knew from experience that the reflection that pierced the rain screen was a sniper rifle.

The police followed the gunshots to locate the dangerous elements on this floor, and the snipers were in place. However, in addition to the rain, the bunker created by the collapse of the floor also blocked part of the line of sight.Preliminary observations show that the female hostage is being coerced by an unknown man holding a gun and turning around for cover, unable to locate and aim.

Munakata received the reports from his subordinates and the video of the scene, and it is not difficult to see that it was a rich reward.He is not a terrorist, Munakata has no doubts, but it is also obvious that Fufu's intention to cover another person at the scene.

This case has dragged on for too long and involved too much. It needs a logically passable real culprit who is not local, and the real culprit needs to pay a heavy price.

"Shoot them at the first opportunity." Munakata gave instructions, "Try to save the hostages."

This is the choice that all case leaders will make, and Munakata is no exception. Fusou knows the role he will play: the extremist who attacked the embassy, ​​the culprit in the Ukyo case and the Ninja case.

Mei Hui, who sent the text to Fu Zou in her suicide note, also knew what kind of villain he was, but she didn't want to encourage anyone to do evil, but to stop the chain reaction of evil within herself.

Fu Chou was perplexed by her last letter, woke up with a start, and suddenly realized, just like the child in front of him whose eyes filled with tears in an instant.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

When the call was repeated through the loudspeaker for the second time, she basically understood the situation, and Jeanna couldn't believe it, and couldn't accept that she had become a hostage and a victim.

"It's all my fault...how can I forgive myself..." The remaining conscience forced her to accept the reality she didn't want to believe, and she buried her face in Fuchao's arms a second before the tears burst out, "How can I survive?"

Rich has asked himself the same question countless times.

"I'll give you my answer, even if you can't repay it in your life, you still have to live."

He raised his injured hand and stroked her head with his wrist, taking care not to stain her hair with blood.

"From the beginning of life, the fundamental nature is to live, so life has become the price of life. This price is a very high punishment, it is a fool for the wise, an illusion for the fool, and embarrassment for the mediocre. Because people want to live, It is to love life beyond reason. People love life so much that they appear despicable; they are so good at living that they appear inferior.

"Human society allows us to live more safely, but also gives us more profound torture. Madness has become terminally ill, and injustice has spread like a plague."

Predicted that there is no hope for the future, and being rescued by the enemy she once thought she was, Jeanna wanted to escape but was helpless.

"I don't know how long I'll take it, and I don't even have to expect a turnaround." He said with a helpless smile mocking everything, "Sounds like shit, right? So don't think that I did it out of good intentions."

He doesn't care at all whether the good deeds done out of malice make God forgive the evil deeds he once did out of good intentions.

He did not exist; his birth was not blessed, his survival was of no use.

What is in front of him, what is behind him, what is under his feet, what is above his head, what he experiences and sees are all without reason, what he pursues, what he is persistent and all the choices he makes are worthless.

There is no reason to forcefully live, and there is no reason to seek death on purpose.It only seems stupid to get or lose something or someone in a passionate way, to eat, excrete, think, speak, and care in vain.

The boundaries of various civilizations in various worlds are constantly being impacted, and a method of harmonious coexistence is explored in the collision and friction.

Although he not only does not want these worlds full of human beings to exist in his heart, but even wishes that all the worlds will sink into the bottom of the sea, human beings will be completely extinct, and he has never been born in this world, but God!Just a stone's throw away, here's a soul to save.

If only for this lost soul, he would like to believe that the human world should continue to exist, at least for now.

Just for this second of trust, he is willing to bridge the conflict with his reputation and life.

How many unknown soldiers fell on the road of fighting for the future of mankind. The choice made by the rich is just a choice that can achieve both ends within one's ability. It has won a kind of short-lived and strange, meaningless but deeply needed decency by the human race.

Watching it go into a dead end creates a vicious circle that diminishes itself.He had long since passed the point of despair, and he didn't feel sad, just stupid.

It's necessary to stop stupid things from happening, isn't it?

The more important reason is to take this opportunity to settle accounts with mankind and redeem sins.

Perhaps, his deep hatred for the world means that he will have a little love anyway.

"This is actually not in my plan..."

He slammed Rangna away, and she was pushed two steps away, staggering and stunned to the ground, Fuchou pointed a gun at her, and strode to the estimated shooting range.

"You're going to be thankful you didn't go through that door."

From beginning to end, Fu Zou never put his finger on the trigger.

The trigger of the sniper' gun was pulled.

The lingering impact of the bullet made him fall back, Mikhailo suddenly appeared and hugged Fufu's shoulder and fell down with him, pouted the cute child's mouth, a wet kiss fell on Fufu's forehead, relieved The heat of the bullet that passed across his head.

Facing real death, although he doesn't miss this life, he can't help but think that if he starts over, he won't categorically refuse to take this tortuous road again, and correct all avoidable mistakes, correct or incorrect choices. There was something in life that he hadn't and still didn't understand.

He even wanted everything sooner, forgave his father earlier, and met Youjing and Meihui earlier.

Is the thought at this moment produced when the bullet smashes back into the brain tissue or is the soul making the final feeling?

He felt that some plane stopped his tendency to fall, but soon the plane sank softly, and Mikhailo, who watched him with a smile, appeared beside his father's majestic figure. The father's face was different from his impression, worried and Gentleness, unprecedented tenderness.

God wants the world to be tolerant and to love others, and to be rich does not need to be forgiven by others, but also forgives others; if you have never truly loved someone, you will be loved by others.

He passed through the diaphragm, fell with the wind, fell off the endless wilderness erected like a cliff, submerged in the blooming water splash, dived into the blue and red deep sea, a group of big fish slowly swam by, and he got out of the source of the sea in a trance It turns out that the sky is also the sea, he fell into an upside-down sky, and landed on a green high hill filled with water vapor, and the light fragrance of flowers floated all over his body.

"Mitya."

Meihui's voice.

His head rested on her lap, and a hand was stroking his hair gently.

"Mikhailo."

He turned his face to look at her who lent him his knees, but she covered his eyes with her palms.

Her hands are warm and comfortable, and the thin flesh and blood filter the dazzling sunlight.

He wanted to talk, to thank, and even more to apologize.

But with the fluid and pressure in his throat and his entire chest, it wasn't uncomfortable, just speechless.

"It's okay." She seemed to know what Fuchao was thinking, and she whispered softly, "I met you because of this time."

Although he couldn't see it, he could really feel that the ends of her long hair brushed against his chest, and the hem of her long snow-white dress was blown wildly by the wind in Gaogang. She must be unbelievably beautiful.

He wanted to take the hand over his eyes, it was soft but firm.

"You can rest, rest in peace. May you have a good dream."

Her pitiful voice seemed to have magic power, and he couldn't help but let go. In the gentle light and soft grass, his consciousness sank deeper, naturally, like the sun shining and sailing with the wind.