soul stone

There are two newspapers spread out on the coffee table.A copy of "Youkexin Times", the 9th edition of social life on September 15, half of the page was printed with pictures that looked like building ruins, and the No. 6 typeface was marked "Miserable!Café explosion kills 12."Another "Global News", on the September 9 edition of the education and rule of law, published a report titled "Serial Murderer Rehabilitated, Just Because He Found Faith" in the inconspicuous lower left corner.Next to the newspaper was a tall, fat, dark green mug with coffee stains on the rim.

Qiao Huan took the mug to the sink, cleaned the coffee stains meticulously, and then poured the freshly brewed coffee into the mug.Without sugar and cream, just drinking black coffee while reading two newspapers on the table.No red pen marks, no slips of paper.Important information is kept in the mind.Watching it now is to consolidate the memory.After reading it, he burned the newspaper with a lighter and swept the ashes together into the trash can.

Close your eyes, as if the screen reappeared, the report you just read emerged clearly.

According to the police investigation, the source of the explosion in the cafe was a bomb near the piano.Because it was blown into powder, the identity of the pianist could not be verified.As a gang representative, Qiao Huan obtained the privilege of on-site investigation.At the foot of the piano, some kind of black metal remains were found.After a little identification, it can be found that it originally belonged to Kamijou Hiroshi's special pair of glasses.

Of the 12 people reported, two were his friends.Even so, the news will not be hyped on the front pages.The sun still rises.The world goes on as usual.However, for Qiao Huan, the world has changed.

The reason why Zexis was there was invited by Qiao Huan.In a sense, the deaths of the two were inseparable from him.According to Qiao Huan's feeling, it is because of his arrangement that these two talents will be lost forever.

Is there something wrong?

After lighting a "Seven Star", Qiao Huan took a deep breath, looked at the smoke ring, and shook his head.As a friend, he has done what he can.Even more than this.

"duty"?

Is it our duty to serve the gangsters?No……

Sister Moelle.She is our true master.

From the age of six, enters the monastery of St. Thirteen.From being beaten to protecting others from being beaten, I gradually become able to bear the pain and make it a part of my daily life.After finally graduating, he joined the underworld group, served ten old men, and waited for the opportunity to make contributions.The death of ten old men was their good opportunity.But at this moment, when he instinctively enjoyed the wine of victory, Zexis chose to die.

why?

Another report talked about a juvenile delinquent who committed thirteen serial murders. After being preached by a certain priest, he claimed to have found a lifelong faith and transformed into a completely opposite "good man".The teenager believes in a new sect called "Soul Together", which seems to be developing rapidly recently, with believers growing all over the world.

At first glance, this is not news worth caring about.The reason why I keep it in my mind is because of a piece of news from within the gang that has not been announced to the public——

After the death of the ten old men, the church to which the gangster belonged issued a statement announcing that it would break away from the gangster group and set up a separate sect.

The mafia is already a mess, and there is no time to manage the affairs of the church.The "Dandelion Project" that Sister Mo Allie vigorously promoted before, through this incident, detonated a chain of rebellions from gangs all over the world.There must be some connection between the independence of the church and this new religion.Maybe the church after independence abandoned its original belief in Christ and created a new religious system.But Sister Moelle, crazy as she was, was a devout Christian.Such a sudden change of belief would never happen to her.

why?

The two "whys" are like smoke, flying towards the ceiling, never returning.The ceiling was all white, not even a single stain that could focus the line of sight.Just like a person driving in the snow, because the surroundings are completely white, the sight cannot be focused, and gradually blurs, resulting in "snow blindness".

Now I am almost like a snow-blind person, Qiao Huan thought.

There is also the key of the Kamijou family in the drawer.Although Kamijou's whereabouts are uncertain, this key leads unmistakably to her "most likely room"——

"If one day I get so drunk that I pass out, use this to take me home." She slapped the key in my palm.

Qiao Huan frowned hard.The picture of the past began to blur, and he tried to see it more clearly, but in vain.Leaning back and gulping down the black coffee, he casually threw the mug into the sink, opened the drawer and found the key.Fortunately, the key is clearly there, not as vague as the memory.

This is the second time he's been in Kamijou's room.On the second floor of a six-story apartment with a certain age, there are less than [-] square meters of studios.The room was tidy and clean, except for the wilted rubber tree in the corner of the living room, it was almost impossible to see that it was inhabited.There are three display screens placed side by side on the computer desk, and four more are hung on the wall, which is the most distinctive feature of this room.

After watering the rubber tree, Qiao Huan sat in front of the computer and pressed the Enter key.The three screens facing him lit up, prompting for a login password.

Tried twice, the password is wrong.According to her personality, three times wrong is likely to destroy all the data on the hard drive.Kamijou hadn't told him the computer's password.Can't take any more risks.

Qiao Huan stood up and opened the simple wardrobe next to the bed.There are only a few sets of black suits of the same style, but there are many styles of white shirts.He checked all his pockets, but found nothing.

Opening the drawer under the wardrobe, women's underwear organized one by one came into view.Qiao Huan paused for a moment, and then began to check neatly.Unroll each bra and panty, touch it to make sure there is nothing inside, and fold it back up.Don't let any one go, any tiny place may hide clues.

Kamijou once complained that his breasts were not full enough, but there was only one bra in the closet that was padded.It was bulging, as if something was stuffed inside.Qiao Huan carefully took out the contents. In addition to the usual liner, there was actually a hard card the size of an ID card——

"Holy Thirteen Institute of Spiritual Evolution Special Researcher Hiroshi Kamijou"

Breathing stopped for a moment.Qiao Huan put the card and his own hunter ID together, put it in the inner pocket of the coat, and took out another box of "Seven Stars".His eyes fell on the listless rubber tree, and he couldn't help but suppress the idea of ​​smoking.Open the windows of the living room, and the warm sunset outlines the urban streetscape that can be seen everywhere.Telephone poles form a net above the residential buildings.A bus whized by at the intersection.The gray-haired old woman led her little white dog through the alley, holding a bamboo basket in one hand, as if she was going to buy materials for dinner.In the small park, two or three children were playing on the sand pile and the slide. Their mothers were talking enthusiastically, but most of the time they kept their eyes on their children.Indeed, it is a town street scene that can be seen everywhere.

I'm driving alone in a snowy world.There was a vast expanse of whiteness outside the car window, and it was impossible to distinguish east, west, north, south.The compass is also useless.Snow blindness made it impossible for me to move.At this time, a small red stain appeared on the snow in front of the glass.I still drove there without hesitation.There is no doubt that the blood-stained thing is the guidepost guiding me to escape from snow blindness.

Before leaving, Qiao Huan took the rubber tree in the corner.Give it to a friend who knows gardening to take good care of it, maybe there is still hope of survival.

"Hey, are you still alive, brother?"

In the thick darkness, a flash of white light suddenly squeezed in.The young man huddled in the corner reflexively blocked his eyes and turned his face away.

"What's the matter?" The visitor rudely grabbed the back of the boy's head, and at the same time raised the flashlight to his eyes. "The twin brothers came to visit you in person, so they don't even want to look at me?"

"Don't...don't be like this..." The boy kept struggling, closed his eyes tightly, and tried his best to block the light with his hands.

"Don't do this? Okay, I'll satisfy you."

With that said, the light suddenly disappeared.Everything returns to darkness and silence.

Just as the boy slowly relaxed his vigilance, the person who came suddenly raised his knee.The boy let out a cry of pain and knelt down on the ground clutching his stomach.

The lights came on again.

"Brother Luke, are you still the brother I know?" The standing man said to the huddled boy, "The 'whitewashing' experiment can also bleach the hair and skin color, which is really eye-opening. Haha , Just kidding. After staying in this dark environment for so long, the skin color will of course turn pale. As for the hair color, it is probably due to mental pressure. Those experiments, even if I, the designer, experience it personally, I'm afraid that the gray hair will turn all gray. Hahahaha! Hey, why don't you laugh, is my joke too cold?"

"Busha, why...why?" The boy on the ground held his head, his blue-gray eyes showing unspeakable sadness.

"Aren't you angry that I have become like this, brother?" Bu Xia stepped forward and squatted down.

A strong ketchup smell hits the nostrils.The boy looked at Busha's inorganic blue-gray pupils and shook his head.

"No... I'm not angry."

"Of course, because you've been 'bleached'. 'Bleached' oh."

"..."

"Never get angry, even if you feel scared, you won't act aggressively, a 'good guy' who is absolutely harmless to the society. My highest research achievement~" Bucha narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile-like arc , "As expected of my twin brother, after bleaching, he looks almost exactly like me."

The boy closed his eyes, and his voice was weak: "Why... come to see me?"

"That's right, that's the key point." Buxia stood up and looked down at the boy condescendingly, "In short, I have been selected as the sacrifice for the next ceremony."

"……ceremony?"

"The ritual of soul evolution. It is a great honor in the church to be chosen as a sacrifice! I am also looking forward to the sight of another world, but ah, without me, the world's number one genius doctor, people all over the world will bother you."

The teenager bit his lip, his face contorted in pain.Suddenly, as if making up his mind, he got up from the ground, patted the dust off his clothes, and sat back on the bed.The wide blue and white striped clothing worn by the subject made his malnourished body even thinner.

"I know what you're thinking, Bouchard."

"Huh? Really? I don't believe it."

"Don't people often say... the best thing about twins is that they 'swapped' without anyone noticing...?"

Bucha opened his eyes wide and blinked twice.

"Great! It really is my brother Luke, we have a good understanding!"

"Hehe...it would be nice if that was the case."

"The spare tempered prosthesis is also ready. I can put it on my brother at any time... By the way, the original leg has to be cut off first."

"up to you."

"I'm so happy," the younger brother licked his lips, as if they were stained with ketchup, "It's the first time I've taken such a big risk with my brother!"

"It's also the last time." My brother smiled slightly.