soul stone

How many years... have you missed anyone?

Like the wind, blowing across the lawn, the woods, the clouds, and the sea.

Who would have expected that they would linger in the empty valley, sobbing and singing——

Here, there is a group of his kind.

In early 1997, the brigade base.

"Joshua?" The words were a question, but the tone was very clear, without lifting the eyelids.

The tall and thin man smiled slightly, his waist-length silver hair flowing in the darkness. "Any new events lately?" he asked.

Kuroro raised his eyes, showing a look of surprise: "It's rare, you sometimes feel bored."

"You can't say that..." Joshua waved his hands with a wry smile, then paused, "The annual World Ice Sculpture Art Festival will end in ten days."

The black-haired man hooked his lips. "When there is no activity, the group members can move freely."

Joshua laughed dumbfounded.

"Captain..."

Kuroro closed the book, "Recently... I have something to deal with."

"Really..." No. 4 squinted his eyes, using a smile to cover up the disappointment in his heart.

"..." Kuroro turned his head and stared into Joshua's eyes.It wasn't until the latter showed a stared expression that he looked away, pointed to the opposite sofa and said, "Sit."

The sofa is very low.As soon as he sat down, he sank so deeply that Kuroro, who was sitting on the bed, was actually a head taller than him at this moment, which further highlighted his superiority in aura.

Kuroro got straight to the point: "Have you ever fought Xue Ye, Joshua?"

"Ah... the time when the whole brigade made a bet, that's right." Why did he suddenly mention this?

"Did you feel any abnormality when fighting her? Compared with ordinary people."

"So to speak..."

Joshua rested his chin and closed his eyes, not sure if he was remembering or dozing off.

"Yeah. I was the one who provoked first... As far as ordinary people are concerned, she is considered a good player," paused, observing the expression on the leader's expression, but there was still no wave, "But, I can't remember why I lost to her I always feel... ah, I always feel a little embarrassed to say it."

The big tall man in front of him was rubbing the back of his head and giggling, which made Kuroro dumbfounded. "...it's okay, just tell me."

"At that time, somehow, I changed my mind and felt that I could become friends with her... There is no need to be serious. In the end, she won me, and she didn't mean to be serious. If this is the case, why can't I be friends?"

"……now what?"

"Hmm. After going to the monastery last year, she gave me the feeling that she is just someone I know. It's strange, why did you want to be friends with her in the first place? Maybe it really corresponds to the saying, 'Acquaintance with three friends'."

I thought it would stimulate him, but this man's "entanglement" is not messy at all, he really deserves to be... his team leader.

Kuroro covered his mouth and thought, his eyes turned like the lake surface reflected in the moonlight, "It's true."

Seeing Joshua's confused face, he smiled brightly.

"That child, she is still alive."

Spider No. 4 had never seen such a natural and heartfelt smile from his group leader.

It's... not like him anymore.

Flipping through the materials given by the knight, Joshua rarely had a headache.

What does the leader mean when he says "she's alive"?Could it be that when she came back from the monastery, the head of the group thought she was dead, but she wasn't dead?Also, since you're so happy, why don't you go see her in person?

Having said that, Yunding Mountain Villa is also a famous tourist attraction.Just... to pass the time.

In the spacious but dark secret room, the shelves on three sides of the wall are filled with all kinds of white bone fragments, flickering faintly in the darkness.In the middle of the room, a coffin is facing the door.The yellow light emitted from the half-open door elongated the shadow of the person who opened the door, and was cut into three sections by the coffin, two long and one short.

The shadow moved forward, completely blocking the light.The owner of the shadow didn't intend to turn on the light, so he pushed the door and it closed.The room immediately sank into darkness.

After closing his eyes for a moment, his eyes have adapted to the darkness.In a space where only black and white remains, the skeleton in the coffin looks more and more pure, exuding a beauty that is not inferior to the living and belonging to another world. Under the minimalist colors, the structure itself takes the lead.Stripped of decorations, the boundaries between life and death blur.This pair of bones originally belonged to a living person, but now, like the surrounding bone fragments, they have stepped into the realm of inorganic matter.

A skeleton salvaged from the sea where the Kuruta tribe lives.According to the memory read by Pike, it was the girl who was swallowed by the baby lava whale.

When the body dies, the person dies...?

However, she is still alive.Be it a skeleton or a pierced heart, that child is still alive in this world.

Like his past.Even with Villar Lynch gone, there's Chrollo Roussillo.He doesn't want to see her, just as he doesn't want to recall the past.

His slender fingers stroked inch by inch along the border of the glass partition.

Xue Ye... What are you?

Bucha hates rainy days, especially the cold and freezing rain in winter.

At this time, the patients would always complain and make him busy.And...it was raining like today.

When he and his two companions walked out of the activity room in fear, the first thing they saw when they looked up was layers of dark clouds, and it was impossible to tell that it was already morning.The air was suffocatingly humid and smelled of death.

Back at the original site of the monastery, they were stunned by the horror in front of them——

Ruins and ruins, corpses strewn across the fields, blood flowing like rivers, devastated everywhere.

...if this doesn't count as massacre, the sun is coming out of the west.

Shocked, the three children felt a surge of pride from the inside out, with a fresh smell of rust.So many people, only they survived.They are the winners, the strong ones, the ones chosen by God after thousands of choices.

According to the prior arrangement, they first cleared a flat area to minimize the distance between the corpse and the cemetery.Then, the other two companions started digging, and he was responsible for examining the body.This is his specialty.

Among the piles of dead people, there are former classmates and strange adults.The children had no scars on their bodies, and their faces were quiet and peaceful. They must have been guided by the Lord to go to heaven.In contrast, the adults in suits were covered in bullet holes, bloody and bloody, with grim and painful expressions, exactly as the nuns said.They went to hell to atone, and that was the only place they could go.

At this time, a clean face attracted his attention.

The black-haired sister was buried in the rubble.Boucha grabbed her hair and pulled her out, feeling even more puzzled.

Not a child, not a grown-up; neither unscathed nor horrific.

There was a dagger stuck in the left chest, which was probably fatal.To be on the safe side, he checked his whole body carefully.The strange thing is that although the clothes are badly torn, no scars can be seen under the torn clothes.Moreover, there was no sign of bleeding from the fatal wound.The more I look at it, the more strange it becomes.

However, now is not the time for leisurely research.There are hundreds of dead people waiting for his examination.Thinking about it, Boucha moved it to the side of the pile of corpses that had been inspected, and kept the dagger, ready to toss about it when he had time.

He worked efficiently, and the pile of completed corpses grew bigger and bigger.

Ding-clang clang.

"Ugh……"

The brain circuits that had finally entered the state were completely cut apart by this metallic sound.

Scratching and scratching his hair, Buxia got up and checked the source of the sound.

It was the dagger stuck in that sister's chest.How did it fall out?

Looking up, I saw that the corpse was still there motionless.He stepped forward, pulled the tattered clothes off its chest, and checked the wound.Skin as white as milk and smooth as silk.Boucha was stunned, sweating all over his body——

No, no wound!

how so?This knife was clearly inserted here just now!Did he miss it?

No, absolutely not possible.He was sober, and judging from the reports of various hormone levels in his body that emerged in his mind, there was no possibility of hallucinations.

He leaned against her chest and listened attentively.The heart started beating again.I touched the carotid artery, although it was weak, there was indeed a pulse.His face was calm and his breathing was steady, as if he had fallen asleep.

So, this person... has come back from the dead?

Bouchard hugged his head, his fingers embedded in his matted gray hair, showing a pained expression.

--This unscientific!

For a moment, he only felt that the years of studying hard in the cold window had become a joke.

In short, she cannot be allowed to be buried like this.What a discovery!

Look around, they haven't come yet.We have to find a way to secretly transport her back.This torn clothes is too conspicuous, especially the knife on the chest, only the clothes left scars, everyone would feel weird.

Is there any other clothes that can be substituted for...ah, this skirt is too small, this gown is too long, this suit...

"what are you doing?"

The moment a big warm hand was placed on his shoulder, Buxia came back to his senses, bounced his body, and turned to face the source of the sound.

Just listening to the voice was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat.

"...Sister Moelle, you're here." He forced a smile, his heart fluttering.

"Lucky boy."

The nun walked past him, took the black-haired girl's head in her hands, and murmured against her face, "Lucky boy."

So it wasn't him who was talking about it... I'm being too sentimental.

When the little boy was about to leave on tiptoe, the nun stopped him:

"Do you like this kid?"

"Uh...huh?"

"If you like it, she will be taken care of by you," Mo Aili stood up holding the girl, with a motherly radiance on her brows, "Doctor Bouchard, please cure her."

It was only later that he found out that the girl was once a prominent figure in the Holy Thirteen Monastery, Oyagi Yukiya who graduated early at the age of eight and was known as the "Queen".

So what about the queen, she wasn't taught by Sister Moelley yet.

Yunding Mountain Villa, sitting on the top of the mountain with a magnificent sea of ​​clouds as far as the eye can see, and an open-air cafe near the sea, make it a tourist attraction that hardcore travel friends dream of.However, due to the staggeringly expensive hotel fees, only a small number of dignitaries are lucky enough to see the beautiful scenery.When they are on vacation, they will also donate some money to the public welfare sanatorium behind to satisfy the high vanity bestowed on them by the heavenly scenery.The fact that the estate was actually the property of the Abbey was a secret, except to a very few people.

After graduation, Bucha came to work in this nursing home.

The white light of the operating table cast coldly on the petite girl. Oyagi Yukiya was at the same level as "Crow's Eye" sister. She should be 23 years old this year, but this person looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.Long black hair, white skin, thick eyelashes, red lips... very cute.

But in Bucha's eyes, what was lying on the operating table was just a patient who had been in a coma for eighteen months.Although there were no scars on her whole body, the girl showed no sign of waking up.Even if it is cut with a knife, burned with a fire, injected with a poisonous needle, or polluted with radiation, as long as the proper conditions are given, the body can fully recover.

The so-called "appropriate conditions" were discovered by him on the basis of experiments through his amazing observation skills.

Putting on the surgical gown, the room was so cold that he gasped.Even in winter, the air-conditioning in the morgue is still so full.

"Those guys, don't you know how to write the word "energy saving"?"

While cursing in his heart, he slashed open the girl's abdomen with extremely skillful techniques.Blood gushed out immediately.