The vest cannot be collapsed

Haruki Jushan nodded to the two brothers who looked exactly the same, turned around and walked out from the shadow of the room.

The glaring sunlight penetrated the glass and shone on his body, Haruki Yuyama's expression was calm from beginning to end, as if he was disappearing.

As if the sun is the highest death penalty for ghosts, it is just an ordinary afternoon for him. He put his hands on his eyes as he did in countless afternoons when he was still a human being, quietly enjoying the quiet sunshine.

Probably only at this time can I feel so strongly that he was indeed a human being who could stand upright under the sun, not a ghost who could only walk through the dark.

Then his hands cast a shadow over his face.

The sunlight jumped on his face along the gap between his fingers, giving some rosy blood to his pale skin that had never seen sunlight since he was born.

Then the leaves rustled.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan walked over, he picked up a strand of hair that had not been touched by the sun from the shadow of the corner.

The hair showed a soft and smooth texture like satin in his hands, and then turned into a ball of ashes.

The last vestige of the experimental subject Zero was also destroyed by the scorching sun.