Quanzai Cone

I don't have blood on my hands.

The crimson blood gurgling from the gunshot wound, together with the frightened and desperate corpse, passed through my outstretched hand and fell into the embrace of the earth.This picture keeps flashing in my mind, making me shudder.

The central air conditioner with constant temperature and humidity in the Hong Kong-Hei Building is working tirelessly, but I can't help but hug my shoulders and follow behind the "Black Lizard" members of the armed forces who have just completed their tasks and are talking and laughing.Those who killed innocent people who had nothing to do with their missions didn't take their lost lives to heart at all, as if they had dusted off a speck of dust.

I couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted at them: "You know that person is not the target of the mission, why do you want to kill him!"

No one could hear my voice, and the laughing people in black walked away.I'm standing in the hallway crashing my fist against the wall, but my disembodied hands can't touch anything.

Of course, the mafia will not obey the law and do good deeds, I am more or less prepared - but, because of Mr. Tongzhi's awkwardness, when I ran out of the building to watch the grassroots members do their tasks, I absolutely did not expect to see such a scene of unrestrained killing.

Killing a sober living person and killing a mutated zombie are completely different things!

I dashed through the corridors and rushed into the chief's office.Zhijun who was holding the document raised his eyes and glanced at me, as if he had been prepared for a long time, with a scrutiny in his expression.

With my chest heaving, I walked slowly towards him and stood still in front of the desk.

"At least..." I opened my mouth, collected myself, and said a very naive request, "At least, don't implicate innocent people."

Zhijun really knew what I was referring to, he didn't ask a word, just looked at me silently for a moment, slightly raised the corners of his lips.

It was a pretty calm smile.

He turned over a page of the document, his blood-stained iris eyes still looked directly at me, and responded.

"I can't guarantee that."

Although he was smiling, his tone was really steady, showing a cold undertone.I stared at him hesitantly, never realizing so clearly that the person in front of me was indeed the leader of a violent organization in charge of deterring the whole of Yokohama and even half of Japan.

Delusion to achieve the wish of "not implicating the innocent" with empty words is simply a dream.

I fell silent helplessly.

No sleep for one night.

After thinking about it all night, when I stepped into the chief's office again, Zhijun looked a little surprised.

I am afraid that he is determined to break through the dark reality. I can finally put away my "love" and stop harassing him like playing house. Put it on your desk——

"Let me help you, Zhijun! Come and make a plan that won't implicate innocent people!"

Hearing this unrealistic declaration, Zhijun paused and put down his pen with great interest.

"This is almost an impossible task. What can Miss do?" He asked back in a tone of tolerance for troublesome children.

I looked back at him unwaveringly, and replied decisively: "I can do it, because I have 'mind reading'!"

Although the personalities such as No. [-] and Arsenal have inexplicably disappeared, the supernatural ability "mind reading" is still operating stably. If you can give full play to its advantages in obtaining information, Zhijun can formulate more clear and effective plans, and then In addition, if the subordinates are strictly restricted to only target the mission target, the innocent people who should not have died can live a few more...

Life is a precious thing that should not be underestimated. Once destroyed, it can't be retrieved - Zhijun must understand.

While the mind was agitated, the whisper of the sea breeze came from the depths of the memory: 【I have been longing for death that can no longer be transformed into other things, only this one time...】

It was Zhijun's voice. When and where did he say these words?

I tried to concentrate, waved away the illusion, and stared at him right now, right in front of me.After a few minutes of silence, Zhijun looked at me and nodded slightly.

"Then give it a try."

Large-scale, high-intensity mind reading began, and with the continuous collection of information, the side effects of supernatural feedback became more and more serious.Regardless of whether this disease can be treated or not, I can't call a doctor now that I can't be seen by others, so I can only grit my teeth and persevere.

In the severe pain, I felt a subtle sense of familiarity, as if I had done the same thing before.Relying on this instinctive experience, I pushed through the limit again and again. However, even though my spirit still had enough strength, my body gradually collapsed inevitably.

After completing the task again, I started to vomit blood on the way back. When I stepped into the Ganghei Building, I couldn’t support myself after walking a few steps and fell by the elevator.

The lobby on the first floor was full of people coming and going, busy black lizards, guerrillas, and clerks hurriedly walked through my curled legs one after another, as if passing through a piece of nothingness.

No one could see me leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground. I covered my mouth and coughed continuously, and the bright red liquid oozed out between my fingers one after another.

The only person who can hear my cries for help is still working on the top floor.I felt a little lost in consciousness.You have to go back to Zhijun as soon as possible, the information this time hasn't been told to him yet...

The blood couldn't be stopped no matter what, the rusty smell stuck in my throat, it was too late to swallow, I blinked slowly, and my vision was also dyed red.

I leaned against the wall and struggled for a long time. I couldn't stand up and took a breath exhausted. In the dim eyes covered with a layer of red, someone came and stopped in front of me.

I looked up in a daze, and Zhi Jun, who was dressed in black, leaned over, and let out a light sigh that drifted across my cheek like drizzle.

The people walking around stopped, as if they were paying attention to us, facing their different gazes, Zhijun carried me on his back.

"Boss, what are you going to do?" The young man's patient voice sounded from beside him, "Leaving the top floor suddenly and coming down, what if we run into an assassin?"

The sharp eyes pierced me, and I reluctantly turned my eyes to look in the direction of the voice, only the other party's bright orange hair and blue pupils were reflected in the vision blurred by blood.

In his opinion, the series of behaviors of the ruler holding the "air" are confusing...

I felt that he reached out his hand to test the place where I was lying on my stomach a few times, but found nothing, so when he spoke again, he obviously couldn't suppress his anger.

"Are you kidding me! Suddenly asked me to come down with you for a walk, pretended to play around for a while and then went back—" He threw away the respect he barely maintained, and his tone was rough.

After stepping out of the elevator, Zhijun stopped talking, and said nonchalantly, "Zhongye, you should go."

"—You also know that I'm about to go on a business trip!" The young man who accompanied him all the way back to the door of the chief's office said angrily, turned and left angrily.

The surroundings became quiet, and leaning on Zhijun's shoulder, I thought of the moment when the snow mountain was in danger and my life was dying, and I slightly bent my eyes.Coughing, I told Zhikun the information I "saw" this time.

Halfway through the intermittent speech, he couldn't bear to interrupt me.

"There is no need to go to this point, miss, you will die."

I was put into the soft mattress in the bedroom, and my vision suddenly became clear.

It was dusk outside the arched window, and the sunset light clouded Zhijun's complicated expression. He stood by the four-poster bed and looked down at me. After a while, he lowered his voice.

"...Are you not angry at all, miss?"

What he originally wanted to say was definitely not such an ambiguous "anger", but some kind of harsher and heavier sentence.

The blood stopped, I swallowed the bitter smell, weakly but naturally replied: "I made the decision myself, the side effect is due to the supernatural power, what's the matter with Guan Zhijun?"

Feeling vaguely the emotion in his words, I hesitated for a few seconds, and chose soft words.

"I like Zhijun, so I won't be disappointed in you so easily."

Half a round of golden-red sun passed over the window panes, and the shadows filled the bedroom silently inch by inch. The moment the sunset light faded between the eyebrows and eyes of the Autonomous Lord, he lowered his head as if admitting defeat, stretched out his hand to touch my wet forehead hair, and brushed his thumb over it. My eyelashes.

"Miss Guang... go to sleep. Have a good rest and leave the rest to me."