The devil is too popular

When Atsushi Nakajima received the task of escorting his wife, he was not ready.

This is not to say that he doesn't know anything about his wife. Unlike the leader who is always under strict protection, even the insiders of the mafia seldom meet a few times. The wife is like a natural phenomenon in the Hong Kong black building. Always wandering around quietly.

As if a storm could blow up in any corner of the earth at any time, Atsushi Nakajima would not be surprised to see his wife in any corner.

Madam's normal range of action is near her own room on the top floor.But sometimes, she also runs a little further.

God knows that when they met for the first time, she ran to the first floor of the Ganghei Building-at that time, the team that assassinated the leader was being repelled down there.How tense is the mafia guerrilla.

There was blood and gunpowder smoke ahead, bullet casings fell to the ground, and the screams and shouts never stopped.Madam stood at the door, leaning on the wall with one hand, staring blankly at all this. She couldn't see the slightest feeling from her behavior, as if she was looking at something from another world.

After handing over the battle situation to his subordinates, Nakajima Atsushi walked over, saluted, and imitated the movements of those maids to grab his wife's hand.

The port mafia has a strict hierarchy, and logically speaking, touching the leader's wife is absolutely not allowed.But only in Mrs. is an exception.

A lot of due etiquette and etiquette didn't work on his wife. Atsushi Nakajima saw a lot of maids leading his wife around like they were treating an ignorant child or simply treating a female goat.

"Please sit down here." "Please don't move around, I'll get you a drink." "Please drink down." Even if you treat a real young child, it is impossible to be more meticulous than this— —They just took her for an idiot.

Perhaps it was because he had seen such things a lot, Nakajima Atsushi held her hand, and he didn't feel the kind of reverence and fear that he should have when dealing with a big man whose status is far higher than his own, and he didn't even realize that this person is the leader Dazai Zhi Zhi's wife's subtle sense of confusion.

His only feeling was that her skin seemed to be melting in his palm in the next second.

"I'll take you out of here." Atsushi Nakajima said.

The sound of fighting behind him didn't stop, a grenade was thrown at him, and Atsushi Nakajima didn't move.

Flames and explosions rang in his ears, and the exploding shrapnel was intercepted by his men before they could reach him—with their bodies.

Blood spattered Atsushi Nakajima, his face and his outstretched arms.

Half of Atsushi Nakajima's body was dyed red, and a little behind the back of his hand was his wife's fair cheeks.

Because he blocked it, her body was not dirty.

"I'll take you out of here." Atsushi Nakajima repeated, "It's a bit noisy here."

The lady looked at him blankly.

Because he was holding her hand, Atsushi Nakajima could clearly feel that even after the fright just now, the flow of madam's blood did not speed up by half.

Even now, having touched her and talking to her face to face, Madam is still completely unaware of the existence of Atsushi Nakajima.

Atsushi Nakajima withdrew his gaze, took his wife's hand, and led her back to the upstairs room.

He watched the lady come in and sit on the bed, and she did so like a doll that was supposed to be on the bed.

Nakajima Atsushi noticed that his wife's room was very gorgeous, but there were no windows, just a whole wall, giving people an aggressive and depressing feeling.

She sat on the bed, her gaze fell on the oil painting on the wall, her hands neatly placed on her knees like a primary school student, Atsushi Nakajima closed the door softly, left, and dealt with the situation.

On the second morning, he stayed in his room waiting for the incoming order, which was conveyed to him in the same time as usual, but this time it was not to suppress a hostile force or hunt down a defector personnel, but...

"From today onwards, Madam's guarding job will be entrusted to you." The cadre Zhong Yuan Zhongya opened the door majestically.

"If there is a slight mistake." He spoke quickly, as if he was in a hurry.As the leader's most capable assistant, Chuya Nakahara is busy all day long. It is incredible that he came to deliver orders to Atsushi Nakajima this time-this is usually done by lower-level personnel.

Atsushi Nakajima remembered that Nakahara Nakahara was also the last person who served as his wife's guard. Maybe he wanted to see what kind of person his handover was.

"If there is a slight mistake." Nakahara said, blue eyes fell on Nakajima Atsushi's face.

For just a moment, Nakajima Atsushi felt the danger of dying as his neck was tightened a little bit.

"You're screwed," he said.

Zhong Yuan also walked quickly, but before leaving, he threw a work diary almost as thick as a dictionary to Atsushi Nakajima.

It was handwritten, and judging from the ink traces on the first page of the notes, the time since it was written will not be longer than a month.It records the big and small precautions for taking care of the wife, and it even mentions what kind of drink the wife prefers, and when and where she should take a walk to relieve her mood.

If such a thick work diary can be recorded in only one month, then the work attitude of the Central Plains cadres is too serious.

Knowing that Atsushi Nakajima was going to serve as his wife's guard, everyone had different reactions. The other mafia members had more or less sympathy for Atsushi Nakajima, but at the same time they also kept away from him. His subordinates I think this is completely overqualified, and Jinghua...

When Atsushi Nakajima went to his wife's room for the first time, Kyoka stood quietly on the road he was going to pass by. As an assassin, she was so skilled at restraining her breath that her petite body almost merged with the wall.

Her glazed eyes looked at him quietly.

Atsushi Nakajima suddenly remembered that she had a notebook before she fled, in which she wrote things to do after she went out, one of which was blowing bubbles at the fountain in the park with her wife.

For the assassin of the port mafia who has the terrifying title of 35 beheads, this is indeed an overly naive reservation, like an unattainable dream

"That person..." Jinghua stopped talking.

Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

"I don't know." Jinghua said.

Atsushi Nakajima smiled at her and continued walking forward.

The work of guarding the lady is easier than expected, due to the thick breeding report that is almost like a dictionary-forgive him for using this word, because it is really the only word that can come to mind, and Atsushi Nakajima has already done it before knocking on the door Alright, I'm ready to serve a difficult and willful young lady who is completely ignorant of the world held in the palm of the head of the port mafia.

But the lady was unexpectedly peaceful.

You don't even need to explain the reason. If you ask her to do something, such as stop her from going to some dangerous places, Madam will stop quietly. Of course, what needs to be used is definitely not words, but definite action .

Words don't work with Madame.

Although sometimes the wife can respond to other people's words, but most of the time, no matter what is said to her, she will be in a daze as if she didn't hear it.

This should not be arrogant, but closer to some kind of illness, as if she was wearing an invisible earphone, which played noise at the highest volume, blocking her communication with the outside world.

During the half-month of his wife's escort mission, Atsushi Nakajima communicated with her a handful of times, but he was deeply impressed by one of them.

It was a night, and the lady at night didn't go out.

Because, although the Port Mafia has gone to great lengths to reduce the number of mirrors and reflective objects in the building, there are always windows.

Due to the night outside the window, at night, the window glass can reflect people's faces. Madam hates this kind of thing very much, so she will sit quietly in her windowless room at night.

At that time, his wife was sitting on the bed, and Atsushi Nakajima was sitting on the floor, reading the report handed in by his subordinates.The lady's eyes fell on the painting in front of her quietly as always, but for a moment, her black eyes rolled and landed on the spiked collar on Atsushi Nakajima's neck.

Atsushi Nakajima has been wearing this collar, he needs it, and the spikes on it pierced his body continuously, causing him pain and bleeding, and he used this pain to control his abilities.

"...does it hurt?"

A few seconds before the sound resounded, Atsushi Nakajima thought music suddenly sounded in the room.

After realizing the meaning of the words, he looked up almost in astonishment, the lady's eyes fell on his collar quietly, Nakajima Atsushi noticed her gaze, and his hands unconsciously put on his neck.

Of course it hurts, it hurts every moment, and I am very scared, what will happen if I die?Atsushi Nakajima hated pain, hated bleeding and death, hated it all.He was terrified.

But what he said was "I'm used to it."

The lady's eyes froze for a moment.

At that moment, she seemed to think of herself.

"And I'm not used to it yet."

she says.

It can be seen from the above incidents that although Madam is reminiscent of plants, some places make Atsushi Nakajima feel that she has her own feelings.

Dun also later learned why there were no windows in her room, in fact any reflective object that could reflect her face, the lady hated it very much.

That's right, it's disgusting.

Even the madam who has been quiet all this time, wandering out of this world, will scream and smash a mirror when she sees it.Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback when he saw it for the first time.

Afterwards, it took a lot of effort to clean the wound on Madam's arm. She trembled violently, as if what was briefly reflected in the mirror was not her own face, but some monster that would devour her.

Due to the unfavorable guards, Atsushi Nakajima went to receive the punishment by himself after leaving his wife's room. Seeing that the lady is so lively.

...almost like a human being.

he thinks.

Madam hates all mirrors, and there is no such thing in the entire Hong Kong and Black Building, and there is not even a mirror in the bathroom. If there is one, it must be carried by the employees themselves.

She generally doesn't make eye contact with other people because she hates finding herself in other people's eyes.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't understand why Madam hated seeing her face so much—she was clearly a beauty who would be screamed and enshrined no matter where she was placed and in any era.

But people in the port mafia are working under high pressure, and there will always be more or less eccentricities. Madam's behavior is weird in the eyes of others, but here it can only be regarded as a small preference , the whole mafia connived her in unison.

It's just not like that elsewhere.

Once Atsushi Nakajima was going to attend an important banquet with Mrs. Nakajima, and the leader was talking with several big shots not far away.

The leader is the youngest of these people, but he completely dominates his speech.He held the cup in his hand, with a faint smile on his face.

Every time he said a word, the faces of those old big shots around him turned ugly, but they still had to stand there and laugh with him.

Atsushi Nakajima stood quietly in the corner, his figure was almost hidden in the shadow of the wall, Madam suddenly stumbled towards a certain place before, Atsushi Nakajima followed before, and later found that she was heading towards Huanxi , just stay in place.

He stood and waited, counting the time, and after 3 minutes, he heard a strong sound of glass breaking.

"...!"

It came from the direction where the lady left.

Atsushi Nakajima suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the leader who was talking with everyone also heard the voice. His unbandaged eye glanced in that direction without any waves, and said to the people around him: Saying "I'm sorry first." Without waiting for a response, he took steps towards the bathroom.

Nakahara Nakaya followed closely behind Dazai Osamu, and gave him a cold glance when he passed by Nakajima Atsushi. Nakajima Atsushi did not speak, and followed behind them.

The bathroom in the banquet hall exudes a faint smell of perfume. When entering the door, the lady fell down on the tiles. The entire mirror in front of her was completely broken. When it flowed onto those glass slags, it was shining brightly by the light.

Behind the lady, in the toilet aisle, is a woman in a gown.She was frightened, and stood there covering her mouth with her right hand, not daring to approach her.

Sensing the arrival of the three of Atsushi Nakajima, the woman in the dress quickly cast a look of help at them.

Previously, the guests at the entire banquet were in awe of the person with the name of the Port Mafia, and they didn't even dare to make eye contact.

The leader stood there watching quietly, then stepped forward, held the lady's hand and pulled her up.

The glass pierced into the junction of the two palms, and the leader's blood also flowed out, mixed with the lady's blood, and flowed down her arm to the ground.

The leader withdrew from the banquet early that day.

After returning that day, the leader entered his wife's room and did not come out all night. Atsushi Nakajima did not need to perform guard duties that night.

When Atsushi Nakajima saw his wife the next day, she didn't have any wounds on her body.

After that day, Madam never left the Hong Kong Hei building again.

Two things can be seen from the banquet incident. One is that the leader and his wife do not live together, and the other is that the guards around his wife are really loose.

Rather than being loose, it would be better to say that there is only Atsushi Nakajima alone.

This is strange.

Madam is obviously not the unfavored heroine in the novel, on the contrary, although she seldom has the desire to communicate with others, the words from Madam's mouth will never be ignored by anyone in Yokohama. The leader's wife, she naturally has this attitude.

In just a few years when the leader Dazai took office, the power of the port mafia expanded too fast and too large, and their development hindered the way of countless people.Every day there are enemies that operate to take the head off the leader's head.

There was even a running joke among the port mafia that guerrillas could never deal with as many assassin fights in a day as a front zone army with two countries firing.

As for the lady who is also the target of the enemy, although there are fewer people who assassinate her, it is definitely not zero.Atsushi Nakajima can handle most of them, but it is not guaranteed to be foolproof, not to mention that he is always away from his wife for a period of time in a day.

During that time, the madam did not have any armed guards by her side, and only the maid accompanied her.The maids have all received the simplest physical training, but if they have to deal with well-trained enemies, they are too weak.

What a weak defense, how easy it is for the enemy to take advantage of it.

Atsushi Nakajima encountered an assassination case against his wife during his two weeks as an escort.

The lady is always surrounded by various maids, who can always help her with her long hair, read a book in a soft voice, or prepare afternoon tea for her.

It was a world that only belonged to girls. Whenever Atsushi Nakajima stood there, he always felt that the smell of gunpowder smoke from his body was too strong, and his hands were too rough compared to his wife's skin.

He had no way to intervene, so he had to stand aside, acting as a qualified bodyguard, which was more or less embarrassing.

The maids accompanying the wife have all gone through strict background checks, but there are always fish that slip through the net—even the leader, sometimes encounters a face-to-face assassination by a subordinate who is considered to be absolutely loyal.

That was the case that day.

A shady maid attacked the lady while she was giving milk at night.

This is the information Atsushi Nakajima got from other people afterwards.

And when he went through endless scrutiny, there was only one thing he could say, that morning, he opened the door according to the usual time, and saw his wife kneeling on the ground with a dazed expression, like a child who had done something wrong.

Beside her, the maid fell to the ground, the knife that was intended to assassinate the lady was stuck in her neck, and the blood was left all over the place, mixed with the spilled milk somewhere, and it was half dried up.

The maid's eyes were wide open, her expression was ferocious, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying. For a moment, Atsushi Nakajima thought that she did not die from the knife stuck in his throat, but from fear .

Before that, Atsushi Nakajima never thought for a second that his wife was not a princess who needed protection. She looked really fragile, as if all the plants in the garden would die overnight due to the pH change of the surrounding environment by 0.1. Delicate flowers.

He couldn't react for a while, he stood there holding the door, and looked at the madam who was kneeling on the ground.

And at this moment, Nakahara Nakaya, who passed behind Atsushi Nakajima - logically speaking, he shouldn't have passed by here at this time - unceremoniously pushed Atsushi Nakajima's body away, without making any noise on the way. voice, walked towards Madam.

Nakahara Nakaya knelt down on one knee in front of his wife, held up her hands to check, the blood on her hands belonged to a maid, and his wife was not injured.

He asked "Are you okay?"

It can be said that Atsushi Nakajima heard the gentlest voice of the Central Plains cadres, and it was also the first time he heard someone speak so gently.

As always, Madam did not respond to other people's words.

Her eyes didn't even fall on Nakahara Nakaya, as if she didn't feel that there was such a person at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong also carefully checked his wife's condition, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he stood up and walked out the door - he had his own mission, and he had obviously wasted too much time here.

This matter was of course reported to the higher authorities.

Later, as the witness of the assassination and the guard of his wife, Nakajima Atsushi accepted almost endless investigations, sometimes he was called up at three o'clock in the morning, locked in a dark room for interrogation, and ensured that He had no part in the assassination.

As the leader's wife, she deserves such treatment.But at least when he was reporting, he stood in the chief's office, lowered his head respectfully, and reported this matter to the chief.Osamu Dazai sat behind the desk and processed the documents without raising his head. The sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated half of his face, while the other eye was hidden in the darkness.

"Don't worry about it." Osamu Dazai said briefly after signing his name on a document.

Judging from the previous series of events, it is difficult to define the relationship between the lady and the leader.

Osamu Dazai is not treated as a human being most of the time, but as a will imposed on something, and the result of this imposition is often destruction.

To destroy, to destroy a certain region, to destroy a certain opposition, to destroy a certain character, to destroy a certain thought.Always like this.

The leader’s plan has never had any mistakes or omissions. At the beginning, everyone admired this, then feared it, and then took it for granted—every word of the gods is taken for granted, and you will feel that a certain will of the gods has come true. Is it strange?

This kind of Osamu Dazai has a wife, which is already the most surprising thing for those who know the existence of Osamu Dazai.

His relationship with her seemed so respectful that the two didn't even sleep in the same room, a bit like the estranged couples you see in high society.But the wife and the leader are by no means a commercial marriage.

The lady has no family background to be proud of, her past is a complete mystery, she has no family, friends or companions, only a husband.

Even now, most members of the Port Mafia do not know Madam's name, and only refer to her by the code name Madam when they are mentioned.

And the title Mrs. itself symbolizes a kind of ambiguity, a relationship between husband and wife, a kind of skin-to-skin relationship.

The beauty of the lady is unquestionable, just like there is a sun in the world, and when the sun comes out, everything is illuminated.

No man can resist her charm, if she stands on the street trying to stop a full speed Ferrari, that Ferrari will stop for her.

She sometimes pops up in some of the junior members' boozy hints, "Maybe we'll have a little princess or a little prince soon." But Nakajima couldn't imagine that scenario.

It has nothing to do with his age, he is by no means ignorant of sex.In the mafia, life is often hanging by a thread, and everyone has learned to indulge themselves moderately.Although he said he had never done this kind of behavior, he had seen too many bags of used condoms and contraceptive boxes pushed out of the garbage truck.

But he always felt that the madam and the leader had nothing to do with flesh and lust.

One day when he entered the room, it was night, when the wife had just come out of the shower, and the maid dressed her. She was very thin, and her skin was as white as snow. When Atsushi Nakajima came to this conclusion, his eyes had already stayed on her for two seconds clock.

During these two seconds, no one tried to speed up to cover the lady's body, no one screamed, no one told him to get out.

Both the lady and the maid looked very calm, as if they didn't think it was something to avoid.

It was this calmness that made Atsushi Nakajima feel strange.The wife behaves like a child who is completely ignorant of flesh and lust.

She has a history of screaming and stabbing the body under the water with a knife after seeing her reflection in the bathtub.After that, the lady's bath is served by a maid.

People with a little bit of modern shame, even the nobles of the royal family, will not let others look at their bodies so easily, but when the lady wakes up in the morning, she will open her arms and let the maid help her put on her clothes .

She is very used to being naked and exposing her body in front of others, but Atsushi Nakajima always has an intuition - if she puts her hand into the clothes she is wearing, the lady will be at a loss for a few seconds, and if she puts her hand in, she will scream crawling backwards like a hurt child.

In the past half month, he has not found any unhidden hickeys on his wife.The lady and the chief sometimes meet, but never kiss.In the conversation between him and her, the leader always spoke in the form of orders, and the lady just obeyed silently.

Compared with a husband and wife, the relationship between him and her is more like that of superiors and subordinates, even more efficient than superiors and subordinates - the leader has complete control over the wife.

I said before that my wife resists eye contact with others, because she will see her own shadow in other people's eyes.But she is indeed watched by countless pairs of 'eyes' at the same time.

These 'eyes' did not refer to other members of the port mafia, most of them regarded the lady as something noble, and would politely avert their eyes even if they met them.

Instead, it refers to at least 21 pinhole cameras.

Since the assassination, countless bugs and pinhole cameras have been secretly placed in the lady's room.

Atsushi Nakajima found out as soon as he entered the room that day, but there is only one person who has the right to order these things to be installed in the wife's room, and that is the leader.So he didn't say anything about it, and sat down in a familiar place pretending not to know.

But Madam was obviously restless that day. Of course she didn't notice those things, but she felt something faintly.

She didn't speak, just sat on the bed, doing many small movements that she didn't usually do.Like a kid suddenly transferred to a new school.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at her for a long time, the sheets were crumpled by his wife's fingers.

Before the sheets rip, he stands up with a sigh and leads her to the first pinhole camera.

The camera is behind the bookshelf, well hidden, but in the eyes of Atsushi Nakajima, there is no difference from being placed in the middle of the room.

He took it off and put it in the lady's palm.

Madam watched quietly, blinking blankly.

After that, under the order of his wife, he found out all the others.

There are so many surveillance devices that the lady can't handle them all with two hands.

The last bug was put up, and she looked at those things and let out a silent scream.

Then the lady ran out in her nightgown without her shoes on.

She ran all the way to the door of the chief's office, and opened the door at once. At that time, the subordinates were reporting information, and the wife didn't even look at them. She walked straight towards the chief with those pinhole cameras, her expression was not so much angry. I'd rather say uneasy.

She didn't come here to question, more like to seek asylum.

She looked at the desk and looked at the leader's black eyes. The madam's originally intense emotions gradually calmed down.Even become a little weak.

She opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. In the end, she paused in her difficult voice, as if a foreigner was doing pronunciation exercises.

"...someone," she said uneasily, "was looking at...me."

The subordinates behind all noticed that what the lady pointed out was a surveillance camera, but they all kept silent.

The leader's expression was unwavering.He looked straight into Madam's eyes, and the will conveyed from his gaze made Madam even more uneasy.

From behind, Atsushi Nakajima saw his wife's knees slightly bent, as if her legs could no longer support her body and she was about to fall to the ground.

"So what?" asked the leader.

If you don't mention his status as the leader of the port mafia, his words are really assholes to the extreme.

My wife's room was full of monitoring equipment, but when he was caught and came to question him, he asked, 'So what's wrong? ', put it on the Internet and should be able to squeeze into the top 10 of the annual collection of scumbags.

But Madam's expression gradually stabilized, for a moment she was as expressionless as a machine, and then returned to her usual blankness.

She walked up to the leader, knelt down, and put her cheek on his knee.

"..."

The subordinates who reported looked at each other, feeling embarrassed to see the intimacy between husband and wife.

Madam leaned on the leader's knee and took a few deep breaths, as if she couldn't get enough oxygen from the nasal cavity alone, Atsushi Nakajima saw her slightly open her mouth to breathe.

Then she raised her head, looking directly into the leader's eyes, and shook her head vigorously.

"No...what." She said softly, "Looking at me. But. I...can't see myself."

"Then... that's fine."

The leader smiled slightly.

He stroked her hair.

That day the lady sat on the floor next to the chief.

During the period, one subordinate after another came in to report, she was lying on his lap, her face was facing them, her eyes were empty, obviously not aware of the existence of the subordinates.As for the subordinates, everyone was extremely nervous.

After that day, the news that the leader and his wife had a strong relationship spread among the mafia, and Atsushi Nakajima was asked about the situation more than once by gossip.Everyone was certain that a tiny successor would soon be born.But he always felt different.

What's different.

The relationship between the wife and the leader is absolutely different from that of ordinary couples.

"You've always hated making eye contact with other people," he asked the question one day when they were alone together.

"Why is Dudu able to look at the leader?"

He regretted asking the question, it was so offensive.

But fortunately, Madam generally doesn't care about other people's words.Atsushi Nakajima thought, and continued to read the report, trying to forget this question himself in silence.

But only that time, Madam responded.

She shifted her gaze to him, her eyes fixed on Atsushi Nakajima's chest, not his.

"...Because." Madam said slowly. "The man's eyes...are empty, there's nothing there."

"..." Atsushi Nakajima lost his voice.

"In his eyes. I...can't see myself."

"It made me very...at ease," said Mrs.

As mentioned above, the wife is obedient to the leader.

Just one time.Atsushi Nakajima witnessed a dispute between his wife and the chief.

...if that counts as an argument.

At this time, he had already got rid of his preconceived notions, and understood that Madam was not weak, and might even be stronger than most supernatural beings.

After knowing this fact and looking at it again, many things are taken for granted.

For example, the leader sometimes gives an order to his wife in a short way.Most of them are acts of destruction against a certain force, which is extremely difficult.Normally, the whole of Hong Kong and Black would be busy for several months.The corpses carried out are laid out one by one, which can fill the entire first floor of Ganghei.

Atsushi Nakajima had always thought it was some kind of notification, similar to other husbands reporting their work to their wives.It was later discovered that this was not the case.

The order passed on by the leader to his wife will never be passed on to another person, as if he is convinced that the matter can be resolved by the lady alone without even leaving the Hong Kong and Hei Building.And the wife really solved it every time.

It will be no more than one day after he issued the order, and it will be perfectly completed.The level of high efficiency is no longer what a human can do, it is more like the leader praying to the gods, and the latter readily obeys.

But only that day, when she issued an order for the destruction of the Armed Detective Agency, for the first time Madame had a will of her own.

She shook her head and said "...no."

The strength of her shaking her head is really light, if you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.Her voice is not much louder than the sound of breathing, and it will melt into the air flowing from the central air conditioner at any time.

But the leader still heard it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was night, and the leader had just come back from the outside, and the coat smelled of cold gunpowder smoke and blood. The lady was sitting on the bed, her eyes dodged, but she still looked at the leader.

He kept eye contact with her for a few seconds, the leader stepped forward, knelt on the bed with one leg, and grabbed Madam by the neck.

Atsushi Nakajima was sitting on the floor next to him.

This is defined as domestic violence in ordinary society, but the leader's expression is not ferocious, it is very calm, and even a little boring, as if he is holding a business-like task.

His hands tightened little by little on the lady's slender neck, with precision like a machine, squeezing out the remaining air in her lungs.Madam didn't try to resist, she just sat there, her cheeks were a little bit red, and tears flowed from her eyes.

At the end, it was close to the critical time, the survival instinct made her kick her feet, but she only touched the air, and her hand feebly scratched the palm of her neck.

It's not because of her own will, it's purely survival instinct that drives her, which also makes her do her best.

But if you resist at this time, you will have no strength to speak of.

"..."

Atsushi Nakajima watched.

Madam's hand dropped, her fingertips loosened, and she did not move.

The leader let go of his hand.

The lady fell forward.

Her face was leaning weakly on the leader's shoulder, and through her drooping hair, Atsushi Nakajima saw that his wife's eyes were constantly weeping, the eyes were black, very beautiful, as if she had died without any waves .

For a moment, Atsushi Nakajima really thought she was dead.

But she didn't.

She leaned on the leader's shoulder, breathing lightly, every time she took a breath, it hurt because of the wound on the trachea.

Gradually regaining some strength, she supported the leader's body and sat upright quietly.

During this time, the grip marks above her neck had faded from the danger of poor blood circulation.