Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Yuan Qianmu only had time to hear Ita Hang's last words.

The man on his deathbed couldn't tell whether the vague shadow in front of him was a human or a ghost—just looking at this appearance, which was more terrifying than a living person, it might be more like a loathsome ghost lingering in the world and refusing to return—he In vain keeping his eyelids from falling, looking at the red hair that was drenched in the rain, as if washed away by the rainstorm, he mistakenly thought that Yuan Qianmu had actually been alive all along.

Datehang asked the undead to take care of his wife, not thinking about financial care, but because he knew that his wife might not be able to bear the blow of his departure, and would do things that he didn't want to see anyway.

Yuan Qianmu forgot how he answered at that time, maybe he said "yes", or maybe he stayed still like a fool, or even forgot to nod.

Datehang should have found the answer from his eyes, and passed away peacefully.

Of course, Yuan Qianmu will take good care of Natalie. Although he is already in danger, it is unknown how long he will be able to rely on unreasonable methods, but he is the boss of the black organization after all. It is not difficult to protect the family of a good friend ...Yes, he can certainly do it.

But in another place under the same dark sky, piercing screams pierced the sky.

Natalie also had a car accident on the way to the hospital after receiving the news.

It is said that it was an accident that could not be prevented. The taxi was driving normally, and there was nothing in front of the road, but the front of the car suddenly hit a huge object invisible to the human eye, and the car was destroyed on the spot.

Vermouth, who had been by his side all the time, received the news and subconsciously wanted to conceal it, at least delaying it for a while before letting him know, but Yuan Qianmu knew it faster than her.

The script has been updated with an understatement, just after the death of Itahang. The complete content belonging to them is placed in the majestic volume of the whole script, like a tear falling into the sea, small and not worth mentioning, who If you read it, you will ignore it.

Vermouth thought he was struck by lightning because he couldn't bear the tragedy that happened so quickly.

Going around and around, the four people eventually died according to the script, and so did Natalie.

However, what is deeply imprinted in Yuan Qianmu's mind at this time is not the mockery of the script.

He seemed to have just woken up from the muddled world where he was alone. For the first time, he truly saw the world completely changed by his own selfish desires.

The grafted new world "helped" him continue his life, and also integrated his own "characteristics" into the original world.

The city is still there, and the country seems to be still operating as usual, but since a certain day a year ago, people have been shocked to find that some bizarre things that are hallucinations or monsters are appearing one after another, which has a huge impact on the originally stable society. have irreversible impacts.

If Yuan Qianmu is as knowledgeable as he is in the parallel world and travels around, he can easily recognize what these various and destructive things are, but here he does not have this opportunity, and he does not read the script. Just as dazed as people who wake up from sleep.

Do you want to see the script to confirm?Obviously no longer necessary.

Regardless of the city or the countryside, or the desolate wilderness where few people have set foot, day after day there are signs of destruction that are more conspicuous than crime. Today, tall buildings collapse for unknown reasons, and the number of deaths increases in real time. A new disaster has come.

At the same time, a group of people with special abilities emerged from the people. The government responded quickly, organized manpower to maintain order, and cleaned up unknown creatures that had not yet been named uniformly. Only then did the situation stabilize in time. People can still live as they used to.

But one thing is certain.

The world is in chaos.

People who may die at any time may be strangers they have never met, or they may be defined as insignificant characters by the script-the culprit who created this tragedy, important relatives and friends.

"...She didn't die because of you! It's not your fault!"

Obviously, it was his fault, but Vermouth grabbed him with a look of horror on his face.

No matter how clear the facts are, she can't convince her, she can only stubbornly think that her child just wants to live... that's all!He didn't feel sorry for these people who died, how could he blame him for "accident"?

Yuan Qianmu let himself be hugged tightly by the woman without moving, his eyes slanted in a daze, and he stopped on the road where there was only a little blood after being washed away by the rain as he sent away the body and the vehicle.

The rain stopped a while ago, but another bone-chilling rain was aimed at him alone, and wet his mottled cheeks.

"Sharon, I can't stop anymore." He said to Vermouth with a smile, blood dripping from his red eyes.

"I lost, but I can't, I lost nothing."

Yuan Qianmu returned to the laboratory again, forgetting the real-time changes in the outside world.

In order to spare no effort to find a way to extend the life of the BOSS, with the chaotic soil as the base, the scale of the Black Organization has further expanded, and more and more researchers have been forced or voluntarily joined the research team.

The vast majority of people are voluntary, because in addition to generous material rewards, the organization also promises that as long as they work hard for the BOSS, they and their families will be able to stay away from danger and get absolute security. This alone is irresistible attraction.

Except for one person.

Miyano Shiho already knew the true identity of the BOSS. She was completely different from the others. She didn't want anything, so she was willing to waste sleep and food for research, urging herself to work harder.

What she cared about was Brother Qianmu himself, therefore, besides Vermouth and Gin, she became the third person who could see Yuan Qianmu's current situation with her own eyes.

In theory, there could be a fourth one, but the FBI who was captured and sent to the headquarters just after sneaking into the island country had a high hatred value, and was unanimously disgusted by the second of the three top executives.

Liang Zijie who wanted to kidnap the BOSS without reporting it was grown up. If it wasn’t for the BOSS’s unbearable excitement, the remaining relatives and friends would only be two or three kittens. The honest and undercover Bourbon has many people watching, and the unstable FBI must be nearby. Warden, Vermouth and Gin would never allow this guy to loaf under their noses.

Allowing existence is the limit. It is impossible to enter within ten meters of the boss. Akai Shuichi, who has a history of abduction, can only listen to Miyano Shiho's narration.

It took Akai Hideichi a very short time to quickly accept the setting that the good brother is the boss of the organization, and there was hardly any entanglement in the process.

He was very honest at the beginning, cooking soup with peace of mind, as if the FBI ace suddenly changed his job to be a chef, and occasionally "colluded" with Miyano Shiho, asking her to send a few small notes to Yuan Qianmu for reading.

Vermouth is not blind, and Gin is not stupid, the reason why he opened his eyes and closed his eyes is because of Yuan Qianmu's face.

Yuan Qianmu is unconscious most of the time now. When he wakes up, he communicates with Miyano Shiho—with the addition of Akai Shuichi—and miraculously regains a little vitality, and sometimes laughs.

It was usually when Akai Hideichi sent a few extra plates of newly developed stir-fried vegetables along with the soup.

I don't know how many times the recipe has been "improved and upgraded", and the new healthy ingredients that were not in the world were used in the original world. Miyano Shiho carefully calculated the matching ratio-but it is useless to praise too much, if you can't eat it, you can't eat it.

The inedible and poisonous garbage belongs only to the incinerator, but before it is burned to ashes, it can bring a little fun to the BOSS, and it is not in vain to endure the eyesore of the FBI.

It was Vermouth's decision to make an exception for Akai Hideichi to meet Yuan Qianmu. Gin chose to hurry up and work, and his attitude could be regarded as acquiescing.

They only think about Yuan Qianmu, their personal feelings are not important, no matter who the target is, as long as they can make the BOSS a little bit happier in the days when everything is painful at a glance, then there is value in existence.

They thought that Akai Shuichi was very clear about his own position, and in this matter, their purpose was the same.

However, after Akai Hideichi met Yuan Qianmu, his attitude suddenly changed.

Even Miyano Shiho was affected.

It's not that they no longer care about Yuan Qianmu's life and death. On the contrary, they are very concerned. Akai Shuichi cooks soup when he has nothing to do, and the number of times Miyano Shiho spends the night in the laboratory also skyrockets. , and they were the first to be anxious, and they proposed solutions as quickly as possible.

After hearing their "plan", Vermouth's first reaction was to kill them.

"You guys, how dare you—" She raised her voice sharply, her eyes were full of betrayal and anger, "How dare you say such things? You guys, know what you're talking about?!"

The brown-haired girl's eyes were blue from fatigue, and her spirit was particularly listless. When she was questioned by a woman, her face suddenly paled, as if she had suffered a heavier blow than the suspicion, her lips trembled, and she couldn't speak at all.

The dark-haired man put his sister behind him and faced the enraged lioness himself.

His complexion was also very ugly, and there was even a look of depression that shouldn't appear on Akai Shuichi's face, but his voice was still firm: "We know very well that as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, we will not give up. You can see it as a forced two-handed preparation. The reason I found you is because...you are the only one who can understand what he really wants, Vermouth."

Vermouth couldn't listen to it, and only thought that these two people betrayed Yuan Qianmu. They were clearly people he trusted, important, and recognized, but they turned their backs and showed another face, shamelessly saying to her——If you still find them If there is no hope of healing, should he be "relieved"?

"Liberation", to put it nicely, doesn't it just want... him!

The woman couldn't hold back her killing intent, and was about to shoot, but the next sentence from the FBI, which was full of fatigue, inexplicably stopped her: "Do you think that his current appearance is really what he wants?"

"........."

Vermouth suddenly felt like a choke in her throat, and the resentful expression froze on her carelessly adorned, still beautiful face.

What is Yuan Qianmu like now?

She knows, no one knows better than her, and she can give answers almost without thinking.

Yuan Qianmu's current appearance——

It's Hideo Akai, who has an extraordinary mind and stronger psychological endurance, once he sees it, his heart will be pierced by a knife, and he can hardly bear to watch it again.

It was Miyano Shiho who stayed in the laboratory for a long time, guarding him day and night, the closer he looked to collapse.

It was Vermouth who clearly knew it best, but subconsciously refused to describe it in detail after leaving him temporarily.

The girl is only half a step away from a complete collapse, half of the reason is because of the changes in her brother she saw with her own eyes, and the other half of the reason is because she has gone through extremely difficult inner struggles, and finally accepted the conclusion drawn by her elder brother's rational analysis, and he was in harmony with him. Standing in the same camp.

Originally, Akai Shuichi just wanted to tell her his decision, hoping to get her understanding. He fulfilled his promise and made the choice for his brother who lost the ability to think. Naturally, he had to do it himself.

Such a cruel choice, just thinking about it will cause pain, there is no need to drag my sister into the water.

But Miyano Shiho refused. If she really wanted to get to that point, she would not watch Brother Xiu suffer all this alone.

Moreover, she also has her own ideas.

"I found out, I'm sure, Brother Qianmu... is not happy at all, this is not what he wants."

The sheltered girl pulled down her brother's arm in front of her, and looked at Vermouth with tear-filled blue eyes.

Miyano Shiho said stubbornly: "It doesn't matter if he doesn't have the courage to stop."

"We can help him."

"And you, Vermouth... you can too."

Vermouth's heart was clenched violently at this moment, almost to the point of breaking, and the heart-breaking pain spread from his numb chest to his whole body.

She stared blankly at these two people, whom she hated and resented, her back gradually moved away, disappeared, and never returned.

A new continent appeared out of nowhere on the sea, and countless plants with magical effects grew on that land. Miyano Shiho obtained the incomplete tissue of one of the plants, and set it as an urgent target after research.

After the people sent by the organization landed on land, they either lost contact, or wasted time not being able to find the right target, and the BOSS's condition couldn't wait, so they decided to find it by themselves.

Vermouth didn't expect Miyano Shiho and Akai Shuichi to have an accident, neither did Yuan Qianmu.

Thanks to the script, when he was lucky enough to be awake, he always knew all the bad news before anyone else.

"Why, what?" Yuan Qianmu asked.

The shackles of the mortal.

A life-saving talisman for the favored.

Script, fate—he hated it, but on the other hand, he believed in every line of it morbidly, as long as the "plot" that should have been reached, the few remaining people would be safe and sound.

...so, why?

Why would an important supporting role in the script, an essential role in the plot, [die]?

Is that the case?

There is a script in this world, and the grafted world also has a destiny that belongs to that side. There are overlapping, chaotic lines frequently intertwined, and it is inevitable that there will be loopholes in the collision.

In the final analysis, it is because the world is already a mess, and there are no "rules".

The hematopoietic function was severely weakened. Even if the man clutched his chest and coughed all night, he couldn't spit out much black and sticky blood except for the fragments of the organs.

Surrounded by blood-stained instruments and drugs, he fell into a coma and did not wake up for a long time.

Only Vermouth and Gin remained by his side.

From this day on, Vermouth also began to be in a daze.

She knew that she should put all her energy on saving Yuan Qianmu, and time did not allow her to find someone to arrange to bury Yuan Qianmu's friends next to his empty tombstone as she did in the past.

But the words Akai Shuichi and Miyano Shiho said to her before they left were like a curse that could not be shaken off, and the obsession that entangled her was always reappearing in her mind.

Vermouth shot in her inner world countless times with distorted faces, smashing the lingering shadows of the dead. She viciously ridiculed how stupid the two were. Even if they could come back, she would not hesitate to kill them They kill.

It's ridiculous that those two people would find her.

What kind of world will become, whether it is rancid or collapsed, does it have anything to do with them?

Gin doesn't care about the changes in his living environment. As long as the object of allegiance is still there, he will never be lost. If Akai Shuichi dares to say the same thing to him, he will die sooner.

And Vermouth is even more impossible. She is the person in this world who most wants Yuan Qianmu to live. If he wants to continue his life by any means, then he is right. She is willing to give everything to help him realize his wish, even if it costs her own money. Life……

"...Yeah, Yuan Qianmu, you have to live no matter what."

Vermouth murmured.

"Even if it's better to die than to live, it doesn't matter, even if he lives in a way that he would have spurned in the past, he can only be pitiful, miserable, painful, and whimpering... Even so, it doesn't matter."

I'll always be by his side, support all his decisions, do everything I can to make him happy - Vermouth wanted to say that.

For some reason, she couldn't say it.

Vermouth, who was always by the BOSS's side, frequently left the safehouse built underground for no reason. She didn't know what she was doing. Gin took over most of her tasks, but didn't ask much.

She looked like she was doing nothing, sometimes stepping into the increasingly shabby city, walking aimlessly, occasionally bumping into Bourbon, and being stupid enough to say a few meaningless words to him, sometimes hiding in the room, not at all. Stop looking at the photos of Yuanqianmu in her collection.

There are only a dozen photos in total, the one with the highest saturation is a group photo taken at the gate of the police academy, and many photos are from Yuan Qianmu when he just graduated and became a consultant, but it was not taken by her, but from the media Captured news photos.

Yuan Qianmu, a student of the police academy, was also full of vigor when he was mixed in the pile of notes. Counselor Ketor's pupils were clear in other people's cameras, the corners of his lips were raised, and his red hair and white trench coat fluttered in the wind. He was quite young and talented. windy meaning.

...It's too far from him now.

There was a bottomless moat in the middle, and he was no longer the same person at all.

The woman's tears wet the photo, she shouldn't hesitate, she shouldn't be shaken, but her heart seems to be split in two, and each half is in pain.

Then, Vermouth looked at him from the window of the laboratory again. The withered body was lying flat as if dead. He had just finished a screaming howl like a beast. He was covered in pain, even if he was "asleep" Even now, he couldn't show a slightly peaceful expression.

Only she and Qin Jiu could see him in such a state of embarrassment, they would not take his ugliness as a joke, but could he really accept himself like this?

The cunning FBI was right.

Vermouth is fully aware of what Yuan Qianmu really wants.

When he took a step back because of timidity, he had no way back, lost his dignity, and lost the important person he had risked his life to protect.

The source of his pain is not just the small part he lost.

Too many lives were lost because of him, and he couldn't afford to lose the "success" that he paid a terrible price for, so he must live, as long as possible-even if it can never be worth those The weight of life.

"... Qianmu, I heard it."

He heard his heart.

Vermouth also made a decision.

Gin reacted as expected.

"You're crazy."

Instead of questioning, the silver-haired man looked directly into the woman's eyes and said these three words word by word, which meant more like a warning.

"No, I decided to tell you this after repeated consideration. Just listen carefully."

Vermouth was smiling, looking very sane.

"The night before he boarded the Ferris wheel, he told me that he would wait for a result on it. If the result was good, he would stay on the Ferris wheel. If the result was bad, he would jump off."

"He won't do meaningless things. On that day, he was already prepared. If I understand correctly, the meaning of that sentence is—"

Death brings new life.

Vermouth seemed pretty sure, though only lip-synced.

"You don't have full confidence, you can't risk the life of the boss."

Gin categorically rejected it, and stared at Vermouth with puzzled eyes, which showed that he also found it unbelievable. Even if Vermouth was insane, he would not say such a thing.

Vermouth's response was even more inexplicable: "I trust him, he won't lie to me...he certainly won't lie to me!"

"Gin, if you want to stop me, you have to die first."

"..."

Gin was silent.

He didn't take the threat of the already hysterical woman into his heart, Vermouth's "sure" was all nonsense, what he was thinking about was another important point: the BOSS would be difficult to survive, the way out he hinted back then was true, That's all well and good, but what if it's just placating deception?In the following two years, there were uncontrollable variables?

The possibility that Gin has to consider is quite important, and Vermouth shouldn't be indifferent, but she just accidentally doesn't care at all.

However, after a brief moment of doubt, he suddenly understood.

If there is such a way, winning the bet is a victory, if not——

Liberation is also a path. This ending cannot be said to be good, but it is not bad either.

Gin was stunned, but Vermouth could figure it out and really made up his mind to do it himself.

This shouldn't be the behavior of "betrayal" that they...the last two who stayed with the boss should have done.

However, when they silently looked at him over there.

"..."

"Let me do it." Qin Jiu's cold voice sounded, if you don't look at his pupils that are showing signs of overflowing, and the clenched fists under his sleeves, you will definitely misunderstand that there is no wave in his heart.

"No." Vermouth refused, "If you point your gun at him, I will definitely not be able to restrain myself and kill you, but you still have to stay here quietly until he comes back, Gin. Okay, I admit it , you can do more than me, don't waste your life."

He wants to stay here and wait for the boss to return. Where is the woman who said this?

Qin Jiu didn't want to ask, he closed his eyes heavily under the eager eyes of the woman who seemed to want an affirmative answer, and for the first time, he didn't return her a sarcasm as usual.

The day I left, it was a rare good weather after the drastic changes in the world.

Vermouth and Gin took Yuan Qianmu out of the laboratory, carefully escorted him all the way, and finally came to the Japanese-style mansion that was once considered his "home".

The pond in the courtyard has long since dried up, and the bamboo forest planted behind has died in large areas, leaving only dead branches and rocks illuminated by the sun.

Sunlight is enough.

The falling light was as bright as a woman's blond hair. She helped the man to sit on the wooden porch in the front courtyard, and leaned his head on her shoulder. In the past, their height and shape were not suitable for them, but now It's just right.

Vermouth gently combed his dry and dull red hair with his right hand, and adjusted the direction slightly so that the warm sunlight could shine on his face. Gin sat on the other side, resting his hand on the back of the BOSS, helping him stabilize his body at any time shape.

The hair was straightened out, and the woman took out a small utensil in her left hand.

She put the thing lightly on the hand of the red-haired man hanging in front of her, noticing that his nearly transparent eyelids were trembling slightly, she took the initiative to hold his hand, guiding him to touch it, and outlined it with her fingertips. rough outline.

The outline is very prominent, and the touch is also delicate one by one. You don't need to think too much to guess what it is.

For the red-haired man who is extremely resistant to death, even if his consciousness is still sinking in chaos, the deeply branded instinct will burst out in time, throw that thing away, and launch as fierce a resistance as possible.

however……

It seems to have forgotten everything.

Bathed in the long-lost warmth, his slightly opened red eyes were empty, clean and ignorant like a baby, forgetting everything, including the fear of death.

"...That's it."

Vermouth moved his hand up gently, letting the cold, loaded lady's pistol rest over his heart.

She rested her chin lightly on the man's hair, sniffing the rotten scent that even the best shampoo scent could not cover: "You are not afraid, it's just that you dare not..."

"This is your real wish."

"It's okay, what's the point of being timid, and I... can help you achieve it."

The red-haired man didn't resist, and even shrank invisibly into the woman's arms.

Gin's hand was still covering his vest, facing his beating heart and Vermouth's muzzle.

Gunshots.

The bullet passed through the fictitious gap between flesh and ribs, and then passed through the overwhelmed heart and the killer's left hand holding the gun.

Gin's palm was pierced, and the gushing blood mixed with the boss's blood, dyeing his white clothes red together.

The killer didn't say a word, still stubbornly supporting the man who was brought down by the impact.

Vermouth put the gun aside for the time being, his eyes were cruelly calm, but his movements were still gentle.

She held the pulse in the man's neck with her fingers, stared at his ugly face lovingly and reluctantly, and waited like this, until the pulse weakened and gradually disappeared, and then went up, the faint breath in her nose also dissipated.

"........."

Vermouth let go.

She picked up the gun again.

"Gin, remember what I said." The woman repeated coldly, "You have to wait for him to come back."

"Vermouth, you..."

Realizing again that it is impossible for a woman to listen to persuasion, Gin stopped the useless voice.

She did not allow Gin to kill the boss, nor did she allow herself to be stained with his blood.

Even if it is helpless.

Even if there is still hope of "goodbye".

There is no other way, this woman has already gone crazy after seeing all the desperate struggles of the BOSS.

"If, you can't..."

The woman's whisper revealed what Gin had said before.

—If you don't get the miracle of new birth, at least you're free.

——The road to hell must be very dark. Are you afraid?It's okay, I'll hold you, let's go together.

boom!

The second gunshot startled the sparrow that had just landed on the eaves.

The dark red liquid splashed onto the red-haired man's damaged chest and face, and there were a few drops of green pupils that had completely lost their temperature after being soaked in the gin.

He was stunned for a moment, and finally slowly lowered his stiff arms, letting the BOSS lie down on his back. Vermouth was lying on his side, his messy blond hair was mixed with red, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or red hair.

"..."

At the edge of the courtyard where no one was alive except himself, the silver-haired man showed his emotions for the first time, clenched his teeth, his long hair hanging down as he lowered his head blocked his expression, he hadn't stopped the bleeding from his palm, and his back seemed lonely for no reason.

Gin doesn't have the chance to go down all the time.

The irresponsible BOSS, the woman he loves to act recklessly and dote on, the finishing task thrown at him by these two people can only be handled by him.

As soon as he made a movement, his body suddenly stopped, and then his shocked eyes fell again. Qin Jiu's expression at this moment was absolutely devoid of joy.

The "corpse" that could no longer respond - the emaciated body that lost its temperature first, actually moved.

The truth is simple.

The body transformed by supernatural power has already left the scope of ordinary human beings. Even if the heart is shattered, it can still hold on for a while. The desire to survive is strong, and it is not impossible to linger on.

In fact, the man was not dying, he accepted the death given to him by the woman very calmly, and his heart did stop beating-but at the last moment of dying, he vaguely heard someone crying.

The dull cheek felt a little warmth, and someone's tears fell on his face...

He didn't insist on [living].

It's just that he instinctively wanted to raise his hand, touch the face of the woman lying next to him, and wipe away the "tears" for her.

His strength was too weak, his withered fingertips only touched the corner of the woman's mouth, and wiped away a small amount of bloodstains hanging on her lips, where a drop of wet tears just stagnated.

"........."

Gin stood up suddenly, speechless, unable to tell whether it was sadness or anger burning in his heart.

He stared at the "miracle" happening before his eyes.

The traces of blood and tears wiped away on the woman's face were mixed together, and her blond hair was in a mess, but her face was in a state of embarrassment, but there was a peaceful and happy expression permanently fixed on her face, as if she was embracing a future where her wish was fulfilled. There are expectations.

But she died.

Regardless of the reason, the man's heart still started beating again.

He slept very restlessly, his shriveled face was criss-crossed with bloodstains, and even looked very ugly, his brows were tightly furrowed, as uneasy as an insecure child, and like a nightmare, until he realized that he was in a warm embrace During this time, the brows slowly stretched, and not long after, she was able to wake up from the long-lost dream.

He is still alive.

... This is a stupid woman who made her own way and used death to hide her timidity to face the future.

... This is a stupid man who struggled to fall back from heaven to hell for a stupid woman, destroying everything he sacrificed.

And yet—here was an even stupider man.

He watched them, seeing their deaths and their struggles, while watching the world rot through his cold emerald pupils.

After the short dream and the long nightmare are shattered, his poor, sad, and painful master, after seeing the scene around him, will double into madness and stubbornness, dragging the world to the end without hesitation.

Alone, vulnerable, with no chance of survival on his own, this wretched man would grab at whatever straws he could grab—and he was the only one he could grab.

Gin was free to walk away from him, or just stand in the nearest place, mocking him and the woman's stupidity to his heart's content.

But the choice made by the most sober man in the world was to use his bleeding and painful left hand to grab the hand that was about to reach out to him.

When holding this hand, he realized once again how fragile and weak this hand covered with pinholes and bruises is, and the slightest effort will break it. The owner of the hand has no other choice but to Rely on yourself unconditionally.

But on this road of living in despair, he is so stubborn, so...beautiful and gorgeous, just like a ball of candle flame burst out at the end of the dark night, igniting the wings of a fire-fighting butterfly.

"Hahahaha... Boss, is this the fate you mentioned. It's ridiculous, it's really... ugly and disgusting!"

The silver-haired man laughed wantonly, and there seemed to be tears falling from his eyes, no one could see clearly, but whether there were or not, it had nothing to do with "sympathy" or "compassion".

He bent his knees, half-kneeling on the dry and hard mud, and held his master's hand even tighter.

"I swear, I will protect you until the end of my life."

He would watch this hopeless, rotten butterfly burn to nothingness.

—with the candle of his life, with all the sins he has committed.

And he will gladly burn with him.