I saw the countdown to their death

Chapter 21 She Cried (6k [-] in [-])

After hearing some cute reasons from Gengzhi, Hojo Satoru went out without saying a word, and went straight to the nearest commercial street.

But because of the severe stiff neck last night, the tilt of his head almost touched his shoulders.

In this way, the balance dysfunction was successfully caused. Walking is uncomfortable, let alone running. The body will involuntarily lean to one side, and it is easy to fall when speeding up the pace a little. Therefore, Hojo Satoru can only shrug one shoulder and speed up the pace.

Needless to say how weird this posture is, it is the real version of the odd-shaped species.

The funny and wacky appearance made passers-by look sideways, and even an idiot saw it and took out his phone and started recording a short video.

What the heck!

Hojo Satoru glanced at him lightly, and quickened his pace again.

Now is not the time to worry about personal image, Miyajima Qingluan's condition has deteriorated again, accompanied by severe pain, and now it has reached the point where it cannot be ignored.

Fortunately, the residential area of ​​Mitani was not that big. After a few minutes, Hojo Satoru came to the commercial street and plunged into the nearest pharmacy.

"welcome."

Seeing a young man rushing in in a hurry, the female clerk greeted him habitually. After noticing that his neck was tilted, she asked politely, "Do you need external patches for stiff neck?"

Hojo Satoru didn't talk nonsense, and asked directly: "Which of the three painkillers, ibuprofen, acetaminophen, and nimesulide, is the best?"

"Eh, eh?" The clerk was stunned, "Excuse me..."

"A 17-year-old girl with a laceration. The needle was stitched two hours ago. The painkiller prescribed by the doctor was accidentally left on the light rail on the way home. She is in pain now, please hurry up."

The clerk understood as soon as she heard it, she said wait a moment, then got into the depths of the container, and soon came out with a small box, "It is recommended to take ibuprofen capsules, up to two capsules a day, with an interval of eight hours The above is a total of 600 yen, do you have a medical card?"

"I forgot to bring my card when I was in a hurry to go out, so just cash it." Hojo Satoru took out a 1000-yen bill from his pocket, "By the way, I will also apply some external medicine for stiff neck."

The clerk smiled and took the banknotes. Seeing the handsome guy tilting his head in front of him was a little funny, she couldn't help shrugging slightly when she turned around.

Hojo Satoru didn't bother to care about it, took the change and plasters and rushed home in a hurry.

It was only the third day, and Miyajima Qingluan's wound infection had already become serious, and after the pain, there were more serious symptoms waiting for her, and she would be admitted to the hospital for treatment within today!

But the problem is, regular hospitals will call the police immediately when they see a gunshot wound... So here comes the question, at first I thought the murderer was an adult man, but would the real murderer Miyajima Qingluan be sentenced to death?

The answer is definitely not.

First, she is underage.

Second, the cases committed are hugely controversial, and they will not be sentenced to death even when they become adults.

Why did Yue Jianli know the news so easily? In fact, the police have planned to announce it in the past few days. The government's incompetence in letting the horrible murderer go unpunished for half a year has already caused a lot of panic, and even broke out once or twice. .

The murderer committed five crimes in five different districts. There are 23 districts in Tokyo. In the eyes of people who don't know the truth, does each district have a victim?If you press it down, it will not be as simple as bowing and apologizing.

The police would definitely be scolded worse if they directly detonated the public opinion, but no matter what, it was better than being forced into the palace.It's not the first time he's been a trash. The indiscriminate murder case of poisonous cola in [-] hasn't been solved yet, hasn't it survived?

As for why the police did not disclose the victim's information, perhaps the major media have already smelled something, but they dare not guess without definite information.

For example, even if the media doesn't know about the other three, the death of the two students cannot be concealed. After all, the shitty things they both did have been reported.

Because of this, before school yesterday, I randomly sent a "curious" message that was similar to creating a topic, and Yue Jianli quickly got the first-hand information. After all, these "secrets" should be reported to the public. It can be explained clearly in one sentence, and you don't even need to touch the file...

Unknowingly, Hojo Satoru ran to the door of the house, looked up at the closed door, and just wanted to go there, but was stopped by a sudden sense of sight, and couldn't help but froze in place.

That night, he stopped downstairs with her on his back and hesitated, and finally decided to carry her home. The location, angle, and error were not even more than one meter...

It seems... to the origin again?It's just that it's morning and it's midnight that day.

Hojo Satoru lowered his head slightly, looking at the medicine box in his hand...a thought suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

What the hell are you doing when you are in such a hurry?

The mission has been considered a failure, the fate of the mysterious girl seems to be doomed.

Now Miyajima Qingluan, there is no way for her to survive except for criminal compulsory treatment after reporting to the police.

But reporting to the police was not only a complete waste of work these days, but he also suffered.Now it is not the situation three days ago. At that time, I could explain it clearly. How should I say it now?

But if she didn't call the police, she would die again, which is equivalent to making a failed investment, and now she doesn't have much money in her hand.

Watching her not only lose blood, but also dispose of the corpse.

This matter is more troublesome, but searching the experience of 'senior' on the Internet should be useful... My home is a safe area, and there is absolutely no risk of exposure.

Hojo Satoru frowned deeply, standing downstairs lost in thought.

Miyajima Qingluan is just a stranger, she is not her relative, let alone a lover.It's enough to be kind enough to do so much, so far she hasn't even said thank you.

Hojo Satoru's expression became a little indifferent, looking at the medicine box in his hand, his eyes were cloudy and uncertain.

What I was holding in my hand was a pill box, ibuprofen sustained-release capsules, over-the-counter painkillers...Miyajima Qingluan was in a state of confusion because of the pain, and because of her sentence, "You look tired, so I didn't wake up." You're running out the door without thinking.

For this box of medicine, he ran out of breath and was treated like a monkey by a group of idiots.

Although I don't care about those, I always feel very uncomfortable.

It seems to have changed inexplicably. At the beginning, I only wanted an ordinary life, but now it is nothing but chicken feathers.

Hojo Satoru slowly raised his head, looked at the closed door of his house again and murmured, "Am I...the Holy Mother?"

Isn't it... It's not that for a stranger, I failed my parents who raised me all my life, and the original intention of accepting this cheating task, isn't it also for my mother?

Hojo Satoru's thoughtful expression became a little confused, but his fists were firmly fixed... Tilting his head downstairs, he looked at the door of his house in a daze, but in the next second, the corner of his eyes was attracted by something, suddenly turned away.

The door of Room 03 on the second floor opened, and a young woman came out. She stood on tiptoe, hung the doll in her hand on the door frame, looked left and right for a while, and finally nodded with satisfaction and walked back to the room.

Her name is Fukuzawa Limei, a cosmetics salesperson. I like pandas so much that I buy a lot of dolls.The one on the door frame is what she used as a mascot. Although it has been stolen several times, she will happily buy it again and hang it up every time.

Pandas... pandas.

The ancient memory was provoking Hojo Satoru's nerves, his pupils contracted suddenly, then slowly enlarged, and then he laughed.

Can you watch Miyajima-senpai continue to suffer?Obviously can't bear it, although the initial disgust and disgust, to rejection, and now understanding and admiration.

I've only known her for three days, but I can't let it go, after all, she carried it home by herself.

Although Miyajima-senpai didn't say thank you, the phrase 'you are tired' really moved me.Because you are very tired, I woke up from the pain and continued to pretend to sleep. From midnight to ten in the morning, I didn't make a sound or groan.

This is not the heart of the Virgin, but a heart of compassion. Everyone will have a heart of compassion... tasks and money... if you fail, you will fail.

I am too careful in my life. Didn’t Master Turtle in Kung Fu Panda say, “You worry about gains and losses, you care too much about the past and you worry too much about the future. There is a saying that goes well, yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a mystery.” Godsend. '

'Cherish today like a gift. '

Thinking of this, Hojo Satoru suddenly shook his head, smiled and walked towards the apartment. Sometimes, epiphany is just a moment.

When I climbed up to the second floor and passed Fuze's Room 03, I reached out and gently yanked the mascot hanging on the door frame. The little panda, Shake, Shake, is so cute, no wonder it has been stolen so many times.

After walking to the door of his house, taking out the key to open the door and entering, Miyajima Qingluan still maintained the lying down position when he went out.

Because of the excruciating pain, her left hand rested lightly on her right chest, her pupils were bloodshot, her white teeth bit her white lower lip tightly, and she trembled all over.

Stubborn, upright, dull, serious... The above descriptions are all misunderstandings. Miyajima Qingluan has a delicate mind and keen insight, but it's just that she has a cold personality and doesn't like to talk much.

She's cute, though, a little cute when she says 'you look tired', but only a little bit, not much more.

Hojo Satoru closed the door, first tore off the plaster and put it on his neck with a 'snap', then walked into the kitchen and unplugged the rice cooker. When he walked in front of Miyajima Qingluan, he already had an extra glass of water and Two pills.

Miyajima Qingluan didn't say anything, but his eyes were fixed on him.

"The cephalosporins you took yesterday are antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs. Ibuprofen is a painkiller. These two can be mixed. I don't know how effective it is. The best effect is the central drug, such as morphine and so on, but those things are regulated products and cannot be bought in the market.”

"you……"

"Take the medicine first."

Hojo Satoru stuffed the two pills in his palm into Miyajima-senpai's mouth, and carefully held up the back of her head until she drank half a cup of Baikai before smiling: "Miyajima-senpai, I promised to save you. You, but there's really nothing I can do."

Hearing this, Miyajima Qingluan looked at the boy in front of him seriously.

There is a piece of gauze on the right side of the neck, and an external medicine patch on the back of the left neck. His neck is tilted to one side, but it is not funny at all, because both the piece of gauze and the medicine patch are caused by himself.

"Take me out tonight."

"Does anyone answer?"

Miyajima Qingluan shook her head, "Put me in a certain sewer, or near a park. If unfortunately I'm arrested, I won't reveal any information about you."

"Decided?"

Miyajima Qingluan nodded slightly. After making this decision, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her bloodshot eyes dimmed a little.

"Don't you want me to help you look decent?"

Miyajima Qingluan closed her eyes, and her indifferent tone seemed to return to the state when she was holding the knife, "A dying person has no dignity at all."

Hojo Satoru was silent, and continued to ask after a while: "Soaking sewage in the sewer, being bitten by snakes, insects, rats and ants, until it turned black and smelly, and the flesh was full of maggots, rotting alone in a corner, is this what you want? Is it the ending? You have lived hard for 17 years just for this moment?"

Miyajima Qingluan opened his eyes with a surprised expression, as if he didn't understand his abnormal behavior.

"Or be discovered by homeless people, delinquents, and drug addicts, and be insulted to death by them. The next day, all news headlines will publish pictures of your mosaic naked corpse. Is this the ending you want?"

Miyajima Qingluan's eyes slowly widened. She had actually thought about countless possibilities... This kind of rhetoric does not seem to be an exaggeration. There are too many addicts in this area, and Yuji Park is already full of people of all kinds. Dirty tent.

Hojo Satoru didn't continue to speak, but stared at him... A strange silence spread between the two of them.

One second... Ten seconds... One minute... Three minutes...

Miyajima Qingluan moved her cheeks slightly, subconsciously clenching her teeth was not very obvious, and a trace of struggle flashed across her unchanging face. She had seen death, and made death herself. Death is the ugliest thing.

And the posture of the casually discarded corpse... She was a little shaken.

"Have you ever thought that when your ugly death is presented to the public, the real ugliness will be buried forever? If you die, the police will not release the victim information, at least the Meixiang case will never be announced , That secret is a huge scandal to both the police and the government... This country has never dared to face up to its mistakes, and they even tried to tamper with history."

Miyajima Qingluan was taken aback, she had never thought about these things, she didn't do those things to be a hero, but the ugliness was painted in the color of justice with a golden marker, that is simply a great irony .

Hojo Satoru suddenly felt a sense of pity when he saw the righteous idiot who was at a loss.

After sighing helplessly, he stretched out his hand towards the senior sister.

Gently smoothing the hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, she said softly: "The ugly is buried forever. The truly beautiful is shown to the world in the ugliest posture after being desecrated. Sister, you are a beauty, don't you?" Don't you know?"

Miyajima Qingluan stared blankly at the boy who was close at hand, she didn't feel disgusted by the touch of combing her hair, she just felt that his hands were very light, her gaze was deep and sincere, suddenly she felt that he was quite pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, Miyajima Qingluan suddenly remembered the strange feeling he felt after entering the door. It was because of the change of attitude, not because of his life-saving and funny escape the day before yesterday, not because of deliberately pretending to be evil yesterday, and it was not because of when he just woke up this morning. Optimistic and lively.

There seemed to be something more in his smile, which made people feel very comfortable.

"I... am... a beauty..."

This is the first time someone has praised him so much in person. His eyes reflect his own appearance, his hair is still stuck together, his eye sockets are a little sickly red, his skin is dull, but his complexion is as pale as paper... and Three days ago, there were completely two faces.

Hojo Satoru turned his head and looked out the window. Today is cloudy, but it doesn't look like it's going to rain. This ghostly weather is very depressing.

"After you die, they will criticize you, they will swear, and they will praise hypocrisy. But I don't know who heard the cry from 30 years ago."

Miyajima Qingluan opened her mouth, and a cloud of mist finally appeared in her bloodshot pupils, and she repeated in a murmur, "Who is it, I heard the cry from 30 years ago..."

"Have you ever thought that when people cheer over your dead body, out of a population of 1.26 million people in Japan, two or three people will cry until they can't breathe?"

Miyajima Qingluan seemed to have thought of someone and what scene, she opened her mouth slightly, her pale lips trembling.

"You...can't help me."

"I can't save you, and I know that senior sister has already made preparations, and I don't even want to guess why you don't want to meet your family, but what I can do is to let you retain a bit of dignity at the last moment. Or I will Fantasies, fantasies about the appearance of miracles, in fact, I don't want to watch you die, after all, I resisted you, right?"

"why."

Miyajima Qingluan asked why twice, this is the third time, so Hojo Satoru decided to answer seriously this time.

So, he smiled and said softly, "Because I figured out one thing."

Miyajima Qingluan didn't speak again, staring blankly at his smiling face, suddenly, she stretched out her still movable left hand, and under Hojo Satoru's astonished gaze, lifted the blanket covering her body...

Her figure is extremely beautiful, with smooth and firm skin, a stalwart that attracts the attention of countless people, a belly without a trace of fat, an almost cheating waist-to-hip ratio, and extremely long and slender legs.

However, what caught the eye was not complete, the clean and flawless white, and the dark black blood scabs were like a curse, dyeing this aesthetic beauty with sadness.

"I have never had a relationship with the opposite sex."

Miss Murderer's eyes flickered with moisture, and her tone was unnaturally hoarse, "If you don't dislike it, please clean it up for me first..."

Before she finished speaking, the expression gradually froze on her face again. After his fleeting astonishment, the clear and bright pupils instinctively and subconsciously swept across his body, and then the pupils immediately returned to clearness, and then stopped on his face again. .

Why, it was the same when he cut the chest cloth for himself yesterday, he didn't pretend.

"Why?" she asked again.