Everyone is urging me

The news that the old chief wanted to kill the angel spread throughout Leibo Street.

Chuya couldn't bear it at first, and wanted to single-handedly go to the Mafia headquarters in the port, but seeing that I had expected it, he stopped angrily.

"An Jie, you already knew this would happen?"

"Yeah." I didn't deny it, "From the moment I saved someone, I knew there would be such a day...Brother Zhongye, I don't want to hide it from you."

"The reason why the old chief found out so quickly that I was behind the scenes against him was because I exposed the evidence to his subordinates."

"Why do you—" He couldn't continue speaking halfway through, and could only press my shoulder hard, as if I was going to disappear in the next moment.

He said to me with a rare and fragile expression that was uglier than crying, "An Jie, there is still time, isn't there?"

"Now is the best time." I patted his hand on my shoulder comfortingly, and took the initiative to lift my feet and put my forehead against his brow, "Brother Zhongye, I am very happy to be your sister. But , there are always some things that can only be done by me - just as you protect us, I protect you."

"Perhaps this is my 'mission'."

"No room for negotiation?"

"Brother Zhongye, let's make more memories than discuss."

He took a deep breath and took a step back.

Before I could look up to see his expression, he covered his eyes with his hands.

After a half-time interval between tightly pursed lips, Chuya said quietly, "...Okay."

With Zhongye's forced acquiescence, I don't have to worry about being opposed to my decision to die voluntarily.

Although I still feel a little worried about the orphanage and the children I rescued, but when the atmosphere in Mafia, the port, changes, and with Chuya's protection, no one can bully them.

Besides, I went to see them some time ago and found that they already have simple plans for their future.

As for the residents?

Although they wanted to help me escape and leave Saibo Street, when I refused, saying that it would hurt them, they all gave up with sad faces.

Maybe Angel's brother can save her?

Maybe the old leader's order will not be carried out?

Or, did Angel choose to escape in the end?

Before reaching the last step, people will always keep a fantasy in their hearts.

Not surprisingly.

I can understand that too.

Apart from them, only Dazai and Mori Ogai should be noticed.

Dazai didn't stop me as I expected.

Not only did he not propose to let me go, he was even the first to tell me that the old leader wanted to kill me.

"But... are you really going to obediently let the old boss kill you?" Dazai looked at me unexpectedly as if meeting me for the first time, "Did the slug object? You have no other plans?"

"It's strange, I don't think you are someone who is obediently waiting to die."

I smiled mysteriously and didn't tell him a word of the plan.

He didn't bother himself anymore.

Dazai taught me about firearms for the last time.

He held my hand, pointed my arm at the moving target, and pressed the trigger for me the moment I saw the target clearly.

"boom--"

Center the red heart.

Then he let go of my hand and ended the instruction.

Before leaving, he turned his back to me and expressed his only thoughts on the execution in an envious tone.

"I'm so envious," he said.

I couldn't see his expression clearly, but I felt that his words came from the heart, without falsehood or sarcasm, "Anjie actually touched death before me, I really envy you."

"Then you will be jealous for a long time."

"Ah, is this a 'curse'?" Dazai laughed lowly, "I didn't expect An Jie to hold a grudge."

I don't care anymore.

He didn't stop walking away either.

I think it is not surprising that Dazai is not touched by this matter.

At least compared to Mori Ogai, Dazai was so calm and ruthless.

"The old leader is old and confused, but I am not."

"He is dragging Saibo Street, and even Yokohama, into fear! The execution can no longer go according to his wishes!"

"He can't personally supervise the execution, so he can only assign subordinates to execute it... This is a good thing, because there is more room for manipulation. Although the executioner cannot be bribed, he can do some tricks."

When he learned that I was going to die honestly, Mori Ogai hurried out from the inner block and found me.

"Anjie, we can find someone with similar stature to be tortured on your behalf." Compared with Chuya, who was successfully persuaded by me in a few words, Mori Ogai was obviously more active in helping me avoid execution.

I don't know whether he is out of the purpose of using it, or simply wants to save me, but I can hear that he has put a lot of thought into this matter, "They will be willing to pretend to be you and sacrifice for you."

...It doesn't look like you want to use me from the look on your face.

Should I be flattered?

Still didn't expect him to have a conscience?

It's a pity that I can't accept this rare kindness.

"But I don't want them to sacrifice." I shook my head resolutely.

My refusal made him visibly irritable.

It's just a long-term plan that made Mori Ogai very good at handling his exposed emotions, so before I could confirm it again, he returned to his calm and calm.

Then he dropped his voice.

"You should know that in the hearts of all the residents of Saibo Street, you are more important than anyone else."

of course.

It is for this reason that I chose the script of death twice.

"I know, I'm grateful for their recognition from the bottom of my heart." I looked at him without hesitation.

"But human life should not become a simple number, let alone a yardstick of value. This is contrary to everything I insist on. If I really agree with this approach, I will no longer be me."

"...you're going to die." He clenched his five fingers forbearance, without revealing his feelings to me, "If you die, what's the point of what you said?"

"When time washes away everything, your persistence will be forgotten."

"And those people you have redeemed will once again lose the faith they depend on for survival."

"No." I disagree with his words, "People are always stronger than they think."

"I might die."

"But if my death can sound the horn of resistance, I will not be afraid."

I did not choose to die without a purpose.

My death will turn into a spark of fearlessness, igniting the hearts of resistance in the people of Leibo Street.

"And... I still have you." I showed him the most common smile in everyday life.

That is the gentleness that has not forgotten the beauty of life in the face of death, "My persistence and my ideals, Chuya will remember for me, Rin Taro, you will also remember for me... Ah, although it is a bit late to say now, But I actually know what Rintaro's 'part-time job' is?"

"I believe you."

"I believe that you did not do this to gain asylum and power. I believe that you will be able to lead the residents to the correct future for me."

Seeing that he was still about to persuade me, I used my trump card.

"Rintaro."

I stretched out my arms, holding his face in the posture where he deliberately squatted down to talk to me, so that he had to keep looking at me, "Let me go, let others see Leibo Street clearly Even if it's for your own sake, give up on me and use this to stand on a high ground."

"This is……"

"You and I can achieve the 'optimal solution'."

He was speechless.

The calmness in those eyes shattered bit by bit with my words, and finally turned into some kind of emotion that I couldn't understand—it was a complicated, entangled, obscure truth that couldn't be revealed to me.

It was the moment of collapse that he tried his best to maintain, but he could no longer maintain it, and it was also the eternity that merged after the collapse.

...It's really "beautiful", this expression.

I think it's worth it.

In the end, I was personally handed over by Mori Ogai to the execution team sent by the old leader.

The executor didn't expect me to be so obedient, and he came so honestly when he said he wanted to kill me.

But before he took the task, he didn't expect that it was just to kill someone, and he actually wanted to tell all the people on Leibo Street with great fanfare, and even acquiesced to these people watching the execution.

The point is, those ordinary people who are usually afraid of their death, actually secretly followed the execution team from afar.

The executor couldn't help but look at me a few times.

He has naturally heard of the reputation of an angel, but he has never really seen me after all.

So he really couldn't think of how an 11-year-old girl like me could have such a big influence.

I pretended not to notice.

After saying goodbye to Mori Ogai for the last time, I obediently followed the team.

With my pace, the silent text is filled in one by one.

That was a show I had wanted for years.

[Angele is the existence that gives hope to the numb people in Saibo Street. ]

[She is the starting point that empowers mortals to resist faith, an angel without scale. ]

[She has no powers, she is innocent. ]

[She should have become the most common among all living beings when she was deprived of power, but because of her unchanging kindness and persistence, she transformed into the most special one. ]

[She purifies the world with herself and accepts all filth. ]

To be honest, threatening the lives of my relatives and friends to make me go to the appointment knowing the result is the most common method used by the intimidators.

This may also be the reason why the old leader chose to use Mori Ogai as a bait to lure me over - but of course Mori Ogai didn't dare to threaten me (he even wanted to help me find a substitute), he couldn't beat me.

Although this method is old-fashioned, it always works.

So it lasted for a long time and was picked up by the old leader.

Unfortunately, this approach didn't work for me.

If it weren't for the perfect curtain call, I wouldn't care about the hidden threat of the old chief.

As for watching the execution...

Not everyone has this strange hobby like Enoshima Dunko.

Although there are indeed many people who follow from afar.

Most people will only have psychological shadows after watching it, right?

Didn't you see that even the people inside the port Mafia looked away when they met my gaze?

fear death.

And the conscience is still alive.

That's why I can't bear it, and I choose to deceive myself and others.

I can totally understand.

It's nothing to vent your anger on.

The further you go into the block, the harder it is to see the sea.

Although it was a punishment, the old leader did not rigidly stipulate the location.

So I, who chose to take the initiative to die, stopped willfully and chose the most beautiful place to die for myself.

My actions were noticed by the escorts around me.

Without waiting for him to urge me, I smiled at them, "For the sake of my cooperation with you all the time, I think I should have the right to choose where to be killed?"

They can't answer.

I noticed that some of the residents who secretly followed at the end of the line wiped their tears, and some were held back, as if they wanted to snatch me away or simply see me off.

Ah, so it is even more important to die beautifully.

"The scenery here is good." The closer to the port Mafia's site, the fewer surrounding buildings, and the more difficult it is to see the surrounding scenery clearly.

So I said, "This is also the last place where you can see the sea."

Probably I have never seen a person who can laugh so easily when he is about to die. Hearing my words, the escort's attitude of sympathy and regret did not change, but a bit of fear appeared in his eyes.

In the end, the leading man thought about it and replied, "The leader ordered the execution, and the location is indeed not stipulated... Do you think so?"

"Since your leader did not issue relevant orders..."

"Then here, let's do it."

Silent.

After a while, the leader who saw that I wasn't going to play tricks and really just wanted to determine the place of death for himself had a serious expression—even if it was just for a while, even if it was just a few minutes that could not change the ending, some people would not be willing to face death. struggle.

But when he saw me, he had no such intention at all.

This made him subconsciously stand still, and the doubts entrenched in his heart seemed to be cleared away.

Although he didn't salute, his attitude became respectful, "Miss Angel, are you sure?"

I nodded.

Then I thought of something, and I said embarrassingly, "Please don't aim at the heart, or you won't be able to die for a while."

"Here." I nodded between my eyebrows and temples, and added calmly, "If you use a gun, it's easier to die in these two places, right?"

He nodded.

Perhaps agreeing to my trivial request, the leader whispered a few instructions to the execution plan members.

I was not nervous at first, but when I watched them prepare, I became a little nervous again.

The main reason is that their movements are not sharp enough, which will make me feel pain.

I still hate pain.

I put my eyes on the sea level that is faintly visible in the distance, actively diverted my attention, and waited for the final judgment to come.

The notebook shows the words I wrote down in time.

And Shu Ling sat where it was accustomed to sitting, shaking the legs made of white shadows boredly.

Seeing it so relaxed, I couldn't help but relax.

Ready to make quickly.

Instead of notifying me, they turned to face the crowd who couldn't see their faces clearly in the distance.

"You are watching!" The leader who had no choice but to follow the old leader's order said, "This is the price for your disobedience to the port Mafia!"

The executor aimed his gun at me who was looking at the scenery.

I wrote the last words at the moment when he opened the safety and hadn't pressed the trigger.

[The execution begins. ]

[Angel, who is being watched by countless pairs of eyes, is not afraid, and is even very calm. ]

[Someone is puzzled by her obedience. ]

[She has a brother with great strength, friends who help her secretly, and countless people who care about her... She has countless opportunities to escape, or have someone suffer for her. ]

[She can obviously stay out of it, but she never thought of doing it. ]

[Very few people know her reasons. ]

[Only those who have similar or the same goals as her know why she chose a dead end. ]

[She is igniting the courage of the cowardly by using her own death as a trigger. ]

[She announces silently. ]

[The ruler is about to face the revolt of the oppressed. ]

After writing the last stroke, I completely relaxed.

The bullet is about to pass through my skull, and I accept it.

Probably some kind of strange induction.

At the last moment, it was just my casual glance, and I saw the unexpected audience.

——It’s Dazai.

I had genuinely felt that he would not come to see my execution.

But here he is.

What a nuisance to me.

I think.

No matter how smart he is, no matter how well he teases the gangsters, Osamu Dazai is just a 14-year-old underage.

Letting a minor watch his little friend die with his own eyes... Wouldn't it seem that I am too inhumane!

No way, I had to go back to my old job.

At least Dazai is not a real person, and my words no longer contain any thoughts of revenge.

It starts with a reassuring smile.

Then say the corresponding words with your lips.

After all, it would be bad for him to be noticed.

Let me think about it, what is better?

Well, then...

--"Good night."

[That's Angel's unchanging tenderness towards Osamu Dazai. ]

As soon as the silent words fell, the gunfire rang out.

Bright red blood splattered all over the ground.

It was precisely because I found my little friend that I changed the posture I had been maintaining, and the bullet did not hit the center of my eyebrow according to the predetermined trajectory.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

——Sure enough, I shouldn't be soft-hearted towards Dazai.

——A misfired gun really hurts!

The familiar darkness came.

At the last second when I was engulfed by the darkness, I gave up the idea of ​​cursing three more rounds, and closed my eyes laxly.

[Give your life for an ideal. ]

[Such a gesture was too dazzling for the boy, so he subconsciously closed his eyes. ]

Dazai seemed to hear the crowing of seagulls startled by the gunfire.

The sound got farther and farther away.

When he opened his eyes again, or he knew it before he opened his eyes, he would never be able to see the pure white that always accompanied him.

[The light that is not weak and has always been there is extinguished. ]

The seagull flew over the dead, and flew to the sea that the angel loved most.

A few ships stopped in the port, and on the deck stood a sickly-looking boy, the same one I had accidentally bumped into.

And beside him was a young man with silver hair and golden eyes who seemed to be about the same age.

The silver-haired boy's attire was far more exaggerated than that of the sick and weak boy. Not only was he wearing long braids, which were rare for men, but he was also wearing various small accessories similar to clown costumes. Even the expression on his face was like a clown's fake smile.

The silver-haired boy sat on the railing of the deck in a posture where others would sweat for him.

From time to time, he tried on the edge of danger, but he never slipped and fell into the sea.

After he had had enough fun, he finally noticed that his friend was saluting in the direction of Leibo Street. He even took off his hat very neatly and put it on his chest.

"Aduo, what are you doing?"

"Honours."

Hearing what his friend said, the silver-haired boy remembered that when he was "playing around" just now, he seemed to have heard a gunshot.

Because he was used to the hail of bullets, he didn't care.

Unexpectedly, my friend inadvertently showed a valued attitude.

This is more interesting than the "Exploration Plan".

"Eh? I met someone who can impress you." The silver-haired boy who knew him a little bit couldn't help squinting his eyes, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, "What a surprise."

"What kind of person? Like me, or like you, Atuo?"

"Neither."

Fyodor, who would later be called the "Demon" put down his hands and put the fluffy white hat back on.

"She's a 'saint'." He sighed sincerely. "Although she can't be called stupid, it's a pity...she stopped here."

"Since I appreciate it, why didn't A Tuo save her?"

Fyodor turned his head in disapproval and looked at his friend named Gogol.

"It's fine now."

"The angel returned to heaven and left her nobility to the world."

A pure white saint who has not been assimilated by the filthy world until she dies.

For Fyodor, there is no more suitable ending for an angel than to die innocent.

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The author has something to say:

[secret]

When Oda Saku saw the ability to predict, he said "monster", referring to the Aragami body who lost control after the heroine's death.

Then why did killing the heroine in this chapter not cause this consequence?

Because the former is a sneak attack death, and the latter is the heroine (god) voluntary.

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The heroine's real name is "Jiang Chao", and this name will be pointed out in the text in the next chapter.

Her surname comes from "Hai Na Bai Chuan (that is, rivers, lakes and seas)", among which "Jiang" and "Hai" can be used as surnames, and the heroine once said, "I like the sea view the most, because it is a similar but different 'sea'. Let her remember who she is", so she can only use the word "Jiang" as her surname.

As for the name "Chao", it is mentioned in the second volume of Mantra (Chapter 29 of Guilu), so I won't explain it any more.

Then Angel's identity is revealed!

Because the next chapter is a bit much, I write it here.Those who have read the reply in the comment area can skip it, and those who have not read it are explained in advance!

①In the first chapter of this volume, Angel appeared next to Chuya→Angel was summoned. ②33/Chapter [-] wrote "As if being electrocuted, the red light on his body dissipated immediately", "I saw vine-like patterns appearing on his body with sharp eyes" and "he calmed down after a few minutes" → Angel has no supernatural powers, but he can consciously eliminate the belonging to the wild god after encountering Zhongya ③Why Chuya trusts Angel so much→Believe in Angel is equivalent to believing in himself④Regarding the meaning of the word "monster"→The gangsters in the neighborhood once used monsters to refer to Chuya, this supernatural being combined together That is: Angel came here because of Aragami asking for help, but because "world consciousness" does not allow two identical people (gods), thus losing power and memory of another world's Aragami (also because of incompatibility, Angel I can't live long in this world).

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Chuya is the only one who fully knows the identity of the heroine. Later Dazai will know a little because of Oda's memories, but not all.

[small theater]

Hostess: Did you realize something?

Shu Ling: What?

Hostess: About the fact that my age of death is getting earlier and earlier!

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Angel died early. I originally wanted to be stuck at the age of 12, but it is quite beautiful to stop at the age of 11.

[About Tosi]

He admires Angel, an ordinary person who remains pure and has no supernatural powers, so when he knew that Angel died for the residents, he had goodwill towards her and saluted her when the gun was fired.

He faced Angel's death with joy, because he felt that this dirty world should not be polluted one day.Defiled the pure white angel, so dying at the best time was what he recognized and her most ideal ending.

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To some extent, Angel's death now is HE for the Tosi line, so the follow-up will not be included in the CG introduction of BE.

Sleep once, escape twice, we won't die in the second volume!

Follow up in the next chapter.

There are too many people to write, I don't know if I can finish writing in two days... try my best.