lucky probability

Zhong Yuanzhong was also hit by a rocket launcher in vigilance and confusion. He didn't know that it was a ten-year rocket launcher, a black technology thing. The moment he was hit, he thought: shells are of no use to him. Gravity It can completely offset the damage caused by the shell hitting the body and the explosion, so he didn't pay much attention to this weird purple barrel.

However, after the white smoke filled the air for a moment, Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that something was wrong.

——He was not in the Port Mafia, and the people around him—Komaeda Nagito, Rokudoku, Sasakawa Ryohei, and Rambo—all disappeared. In front of him was a strange room.

Zhong Yuanzhong also cautiously did not go out, but scanned the room, and the first thing that caught his attention was a camera-like display screen installed above his head and facing him.

The camera is now turned off, but Zhongyuan Zhong also touched the back of the display and knew that the camera had just finished playing not long ago.By the way, the location of this camera is really annoying, it is much taller than my own height, and it took gravity to successfully touch it.

As a competent mafia cadre, he couldn't be more sensitive to things like monitors and listeners, so as soon as he got started, he knew that this was something he had already used.

Let him take a closer look, an unknown thing is always watching the people here, and he is here now, so isn't he the Central Plains Chuya who is watching? !

What's more, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked around and found that there were several cameras and monitors in this empty and luxurious room.

Zhongyuan Zhong also demolished it with a look of anger, and finally said irritably: "Where is this, what the hell is going on-"

While wandering around the room, the scenery outside the window flashed by. He noticed something, stepped back, and looked out at a glance. There was blood red outside the window, and even the color of the sea not far away was as bright red as blood.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also surprised: Even in the Longtou war a year ago, there were no dead people to the point where the sea water turned red.

And this appalling scene was right in front of his eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't care about the surveillance equipment that made him angry. He looked at the closed door, opened the window and jumped down.

He landed smoothly, and then he saw ordinary people walking around on the street, their eyes were swirl eyes like mosquito coils, and they had creepy smiles on their faces, or they were in a state of tears streaming down their faces, and the feeling of suffocation hit his face Come, Zhongyuan Zhong also took a half step back in discomfort.

Immediately afterwards, he saw these people destroying wantonly, without purpose, destroying whatever they saw, not for money or people, just for destruction.

If they had to describe it, all their actions were for the purpose of "destroying and destroying".

However, what is even more weird is that everyone in his sight is in this state, and Zhongyuan Zhong also stood there with a solemn expression, feeling absurdly destroyed by the world for a moment, and at the same time shuddering, he became the only "awake" person.

The faces of these people are not expressionless, on the contrary, they have extremely rich negative expressions. Some of them are crying bitterly, some are laughing wildly, some are shouting in collapse, and some are desperate. Suicide, and some people's expressions are dull and numb.

Let Zhong Yuanzhong just look at it a few more times, and he feels extremely uncomfortable, and his irritability arises spontaneously.

Although these people's actions are not fast, they can even make the watching Central Plains feel a kind of fanaticism, a fanaticism for destroying, destroying, destroying, destroying, this series of negative actions.

If you want to describe it more accurately, all of this can be called "sanity collapse".

Zhong Yuanzhong also doubted life: "Where did I come from... Is the world destroyed?"

Not far away, on a rooftop with an unobstructed view of the place, two people watched while sitting and standing. The one standing was a man with long black hair, wearing a decent black suit, and staring at Zhongyuan with red eyes. Zhongye said calmly, "Zhongyuan Zhongye has come out."

The one who answered him was a girl with pink twintails and a sweet smile, Enoshima Junko: "It's okay, he will go back by himself."

Nakahara is also sure that this is not Yokohama, nor is it any familiar city in his memory. Now it is the most important to figure out what is going on.

He walked along the street, and soon met a familiar person, not familiar, just met once, but for Zhongya Zhongya at this time, he was kind enough.

That was the president of the Armed Detective Agency whom he had met behind the leader, a man with an iron will, Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to come to Fukuzawa Yukichi's side, and asked, "Mr. Fukuzawa, I am Nakahara Chuya from Mafia at the port. Flashing past, Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, and ducked in a short body.

"Mr. Fukuzawa, what's wrong with you—"

With just such a face-to-face meeting, Zhongya Nakahara saw the same mosquito-repellent swirl eyes of Fukuzawa Yukichi and others, and Chuya Nakahara's heart sank.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was able to say "I still—want to help others. I want to be a shield for others, and a sword to slay injustice", is now falling into this ominous mood like everyone else, and Clearly lost consciousness.

However, the reality does not allow the Central Plains to think too much. In an instant, Fukuzawa Yukichi brandished the samurai/sword/knife very quickly, and attacked the Central Plains indiscriminately. , leaving a bloodstain on the unsuspecting Central Plains.

Zhongyuanzhong is also a little bit broken. I just met an acquaintance, but he has the same swirl-shaped mosquito-repellent coil eyes as everyone here, and he still looks irrational.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's fighting skills were forged through thousands of tempers on the battlefield. Although Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know it, there was indeed a gap of ten years of precipitation.

But at the beginning, because of surprise, he was in a hurry for a while, but after all, he was the peak of the force value of Mafia in the port, so after a few attacks, he regained the rhythm of attack.

The two fought back and forth for a while.

What is also disadvantageous to the Central Plains is that in such a situation where the enemy and the enemy are unknown, he dare not use <Dirty> at all, let alone fight with all his strength.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't say a word, but as time went by, the knife in his hands became sharper and faster, and Nakahara Nakahara restrained his hands and feet because of scruples, and slowly added scars to his body.

Blood soaked his suit jacket. For the mafia, bleeding and injuries are normal, and Nakahara didn't take it too seriously, but for Fukuzawa Yukichi, the sight of blood made him even more excited. The attack was even more ruthless.

Just like this, he fought all the way and retreated all the way, and even went back to the house that Zhongyuan Zhongye left before.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who couldn't dodge in time and had a new wound on his body, finally couldn't help but shouted in a broken voice: "What the hell is going on!"

He didn't understand anything without saying anything, and let him see such a weird scene. He finally met a familiar person, but he fought indiscriminately for several minutes. During this time, he tried hard to communicate, but found nothing.

At this time, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who had been waving his knife in silence, spoke unexpectedly. His eyes were out of focus, but Nakahara knew that he was looking at himself: "Despair, despair like a swamp."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, he finally connected everything in this world with one word, whether it was the people in collapse, or the blood-colored waves rolling in the distance, or the blood-red sky, the air full of gunpowder smoke. The taste, the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere, all of these are "despair"!It is the embodiment of "despair"!

Nakahara Chuya suddenly understood in Fukuzawa Yukichi's answer, "Mr. Fukuzawa—"

He still wanted to ask a question, but Fukuzawa Yukichi once again ushered in a merciless attack.

Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his mouth aggrieved.

Then, after dodging Fukuzawa Yukichi's knife again, a familiar white smoke appeared in front of his eyes. For some reason, Nakahara Nakahara subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. How should I put it, I sincerely hope that this is a nightmare. When the white smoke comes, it is the time to wake up from the nightmare.

Nakahara Chuya was not mistaken this time, he did meet familiar people—his respectable and lovely leader, the elder sister Hongye who took care of him like a elder sister, the noisy mackerel, Komaeda Nagi who vomited blood and shouted hope Dou, after experiencing the world just now, everything in front of him made Zhongyuan Zhong also have the urge to cry.

The momentary relaxation caused the discomfort of multiple stab wounds, and Nakahara also half-kneeled on the ground exhausted.

But he sighed sincerely: "It's good to be back."

From other people's mouths, Zhongyuan Zhong also learned where he had gone. Hearing that it was ten years later, he couldn't help but change his expression.

What he saw was not a dream, the future...why did it become like that, what happened?Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that if he didn't figure out the reason, he would have trouble sleeping and eating.

But fortunately, there are still the leader and the mackerel, and there is also a hope maniac. If it is this guy, why can't he bear the world becoming so "desperate", right?

Ten years later, Zhongyuan Zhong also landed on the street. He bowed to the rooftop not far away, then walked slowly, and walked back to the room by himself, reinstalling the dismantled monitoring equipment. He went up, and then closed the window.

Seeing him go back, Fukuzawa Yukichi also slowly disappeared.

Enoshima Junko covered his mouth and smiled, and swayed his legs mischievously on the edge of the roof: "It seems that the 448th brainwashing of Chuya Nakahara has achieved good results, and we will have a strong partner in the future! I am so happy! "

Shenzuo Chuliu stared into the distance indifferently, and ignored him.

Enoshima Dunko didn't care about his silence, and said to herself: "Then, continue to brainwash Dazai Osamu 865 times!" Speaking of Dazai Osamu, she gritted her teeth and said: "One day I will succeed !"

"No one can't despair, especially Osamu Dazai. Despair will always be with him!"