When Uchiha Wansora walked out of the special agent department, the sky was already dark.

She didn't know the nearby roads, so she simply used Thirteen Months to go back to Miss Zhi's dessert house.

Thirteen months is not bound by the rules of the world, and will not be bound by cause and effect. As long as she knows the location and marks that point, she can teleport there at any time.

The point she left at Miss Management's dessert house was at the door of the storage warehouse, and when she left, she checked to see if the door was locked.

There was darkness inside the transparent glass door, and the door was closed tightly.Uchiha Wanzo moved her nose, and she smelled a bloody smell.

Her heart tightened, she opened the door and went in, and found that there were dragged blood on the ground.

"Miss Management?" Uchiha Wansora's voice sounded in the empty room.

No one responded, but someone was in the room.

She turned around in the hall, determined a direction, and walked slowly towards the newly partitioned small room.

"Crack——", the door panel scraped against the floor and made a harsh sound, and all eight people inside the door turned their heads to look at her.

"Little devil." A red-haired young man waved the steel pipe viciously, "The youth association is doing business, get out."

Uchiha Wansora ignored him, and kept his eyes on Miss Zhizhi in the corner.

Most of the well-groomed makeup, messy hair, holding a man in his arms, holding a gun in one hand, but it feels thin like a piece of paper that will be blown away at any time, I just think it is a bluff.

"Miss Management." Uchiha Wansora ignored the gangsters and walked straight towards her.Squat down and move the muzzle away.

"Miss Zhi, I'm here, I'm fine."

"Kong..." Miss Zhi just woke up like a dream, and the gun fell to the ground with a soft hand, "Mr. Ten Inch..."

Uchiha Wansora saw the blood hole on the forehead of Mr. Shisha, and the blood was running down his forehead, staining the clothes on Miss Zhi's chest red.

"It's okay." Uchiha Wansora's voice was firm, "I will avenge him."

"Smelly brat, you are so arrogant! You told me that the YMCA is doing business, so get the hell out of here!" The red-haired young man swung a stick at the beginning, but he was caught firmly.

As soon as the red-haired youth exerted force, the iron rod bent directly.

"Did you do it?" Uchiha Wansora stood up and looked at the red-haired youth.

The red-haired young man hadn't answered yet, but a pair of scarlet eyes slowly swept across them, and she asked each of them, "Did you do it?"

Finally, her eyes fell on the last person, and she said lightly, "It's you."

It was a short Jarhead with flinching eyes and evasive dodging, but he shot directly with a steady and ruthless hand.

Uchiha Wansora shrank her pupils. When danger struck, she subconsciously wanted to use Shisanyue, but she suddenly thought of Miss Zhi behind her.

"Pfft—" The bullet shot directly into her shoulder, and blood flowed down her fingertips.

"Kong Jiang!" Miss Zhi shouted in horror behind her, her thin body stretched out her arms to block her, "I really don't know what Hong Kong secret treasure you are looking for."

Miss Zhi's voice was trembling, and her body was trembling with fear, but she still stood firm in front of Uchiha Wankong.

"I can give you any money you want, as much as you want, please don't hurt us."

"Money?" Mentioning this word, the red-haired young man laughed directly, "Do you think we are short of money?"

"We just want the treasure that the gang leader is looking for, and it can't be bought with any amount of money." The red-haired young man's voice was full of greed and cruelty.

He has a brother who is in the port mafia, and he heard that the leader has been looking for something, and the person responsible for finding this thing is his confidant ten inches.

The treasure that even the gangsters in Hong Kong are attracted to must be expensive, and then he heard that Shicun is going to leave the mafia. Thinking of the leader who is seriously ill, it is not difficult to wonder if Shicun has found something and wants to run away with the money.

His lustful eyes frivolously scanned Miss Zhi's beautiful body.

"If you don't want to hand over something, you can exchange it with your treasure."

As soon as he finished speaking, a line of blood appeared on the neck of the red-haired young man. He touched his own neck in disbelief. Before he could even realize what happened, he fell down and never got up again.

"Miss Zhi, it's completely unreasonable to talk to them." Uchiha Wansora's voice was cold, and he held a knife in his left hand, and blood dripped from the knife.

"The best way to treat people like them is to treat them in their own way."

"Kongjiang..." Miss Zhi's eyes widened in disbelief, and she covered her mouth, "You..."

Uchiha Wansora's eyes fell on Miss Zhizhi's finger, where there was already a diamond ring

She said with a normal expression: "They hurt your heart, I want their lives, let them go to the realm of the underworld to accompany Mr. Shicun."

A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.That's what a ninja would do.

Uchiha Wansora turned his head to someone standing by the wall and shouted, "Sorry, can you move away from the wall?"

"I've been drawing the pictures on the wall for a long time, Miss Zhi likes it very much, but if you stand there, blood will splatter on the wall." Uchiha Wansora looked distressed, "So, please move it."

Next, it was a one-sided killing.

One pair of eight, one shoulder was injured, the other had a gun in his hand, but his life was ended by a cold knife.Before they even realized what happened, they fell to the ground.

It's like being killed by a ghost.

Uchiha Wansora squatted down and wiped the blood off the knife with the clothes of the man who fell by the wall.She raised her hand to touch the wall, and wiped off the blood on it with her fingertips, leaving traces inevitably.

"Miss Management." Uchiha Wansora stood up and walked towards her slowly, "Tomorrow I will refill the mural and cover up the traces."

Miss Zhi covered her mouth and sat on the ground, the blood on the ground stained the corners of her skirt red.She trembled, not knowing how long she had kept this movement.

She murmured, "The devil..."

The voice was very small, but it fell into Uchiha Wanzo's ears very clearly in the quiet room. The corners of her mouth twitched and she pursed her lips.

Miss Zhi saw the killing just now, and Uchiha Wansora didn't have the slightest intention to kill. When she killed with a knife, it was no different from when she was eating, drinking, or making cakes on weekdays.

She understood that Uchiha Wansora was protecting herself, but when the enemy's blood flowed towards her, she was still afraid, afraid of death, and the person who caused death.

"Sorry..." Ms. Zhi's voice was weak, and she flinched back a bit. She didn't dare to look at Uchiha Wansora, and was even afraid of her approaching.

The woman who always smiled and said "You are an angel sent by God" no longer smiled.The fear in her eyes made Uchiha Wanzo stop in his tracks.

"No, Miss Governance." Uchiha Wansora lowered his eyes, and the blood flowed down her fingers, drop by drop, smashing bloody flowers on the ground.

"It should be me who should say sorry."

"Really sorry……"

Uchiha Wansora knew that Miss Zhi hated that group of people, but when she saw that group of people being killed in front of her, she was still afraid and couldn't bear it.

Such a contradiction, but she is Miss Management.

She is an ordinary but beautiful ordinary person.The only abnormal thing is her Uchiha Wansora.

Uchiha Wansora squatted down, the patterns of her eyes turned, a line of blood and tears flowed down her left eye, and black flames ignited on the corpse.

Amaterasu burned the body to the ground, only the bloodstains on the wall proved that there was a group of people here.

"You... have a good rest."

Uchiha Wansora took a last look at the dessert house. The carefully painted murals on the wall were splattered with blood, and the originally simple and honest cat warrior became hideous.

She walked out of Miss Zhi's dessert house silently, and there was light rain outside the window.

Suddenly, she thought of that winter.

The senior manager fell into a pool of blood and said softly to her, "Wan Kong, let's go forward to see the snow."

She walked out of the cave and saw the snow. The cave behind her was blown up and collapsed by the detonating talisman, and Uchiha Wankong didn't look back.

The heavy snow floated quietly, descending from the sky like a rootless flower to the world, covering the filth of this world and covering her.

She stretched out her hand, and with the help of an incomplete piece of snow, it fell on the black gloves and gradually melted.

Uchiha Wansora murmured, "It's so beautiful."

Uchiha Wankong is still afraid of death, afraid of death.The [-] daily practice of swinging a knife did not lessen her fear of death.

The gentle governing senior didn't let her witness her own death, she replaced that cruelty with the fluttering snow.

"Sure enough... I'm still far from senior.

She doesn't regret killing that group of people.

She just regretted not covering Miss Management's eyes.

She wrote a note and asked Nanako to take it to the two children. The bloody smell on her body would definitely scare them.

"I didn't expect such a simple thing just now. It's such a failure, Uchiha Wansora." Uchiha Wansora laughed at himself softly: "I will definitely be hated by Miss Zhi... let her see such a terrible side .”

Uchiha Wansora staggered towards Dr. Mori's small clinic, but the doctor was not there.But it was raining harder and harder outside, and she was a little cold, so she wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain.

She didn't know how long she stood there, but Dr. Mori and Osamu Dazai finally came back from the outside.

After calling Miss Zhi's mother-in-law, Dr. Sen has already prepared things for minor surgery.

Mori Owai put on his gloves and asked, "Do you want an anesthetic?"

"No need." Uchiha Wansora lay on the operating table, looked at the shadowless lamp above, and blinked his red eyes.

The pupils are red, and the eye sockets are also red.

"Then I'll start directly." Mori Ogai started the operation directly.

Osamu Dazai hooked his feet over the chair and sat aside, looking at her with his chin stuck.

"Red eyes, can't you take them back?"

"Probably because I'm a little sad right now."

Sharingan is originally based on the explosive power of strong emotions, and even continues to evolve.But when she lost control of her emotions, she still couldn't control it.

Osamu Dazai gently scraped the blood on her face with his fingers, "Does it hurt?"

I don't know if he is asking about the eyes, the shoulders, or the deeper wounds that have not surfaced on the surface.

"It's still bearable." Uchiha Wansora replied.

"That hurts." Dazai Osamu nodded, and when he raised his hand to cover her eyes, Mori Ogai suddenly shouted: Dazai.

"Ok?"

Mori Ogai stopped what he was doing, remained silent, and only looked at him with warning eyes.

Osamu Dazai looked at him for two seconds, turned a blind eye to his warning, still covered his bloody eyes, yawned, and asked, "How is it now?"

The eyelashes above the red eyes touched the palm of his hand, and the itchy touch made Osamu Dazai feel a little strange.

Uchiha Wansora closed his eyes.

"Tolerable."

"Then sleep, good night."

Osamu Dazai lay down directly next to her, with his hands still firmly on her eyes, and fell asleep directly.

"OK, good night."

Outside the clinic, a three-coloured cat was poking its head to see what was going on inside. The window suddenly opened, and the blond-haired loli's eyes lit up, and she reached out to hug her.

"Cat! Cat, don't go!"

The three-flowered cat jumped out nimbly, went to a hidden place and turned into a human.

The handsome man was holding a cane, pressed the hat on his head and sighed softly.

"In the end it's still a feud..."

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