I saw the countdown to their death

Hojo Satoru, who was sleeping lightly on the low table, opened his eyes again.

Miyajima Qingluan began to groan unconsciously, and she began to sweat again. Hojo Satoru quickly got up to check, and felt a burst of heat before the back of his hand was close to her forehead.

May 31, Sunday, at 02:30 in the morning, the senior sister began to tremble, murmuring unconsciously that it was so cold...

The most common symptoms after the infection appeared, Miyajima Qingluan began to have a high fever.

Hojo Satoru immediately started to act, and immediately got up and pulled the first-aid kit from the side, and stuffed the antipyretic medicine into her mouth. When the water glass was carefully pressed to her lips, she swallowed instinctively.

After doing all this, Hojo Satoru went to the bathroom and fetched a basin of cold water, soaked the towel and twisted it until it was half dry, wiped her body, and applied ice to cool down.

Wipe it over and over again, from 02:30 to 03:30 in the middle of the night for a full hour, the water was changed over and over again.

But Miyajima Qingluan's situation is still not optimistic. She woke up briefly once, her eyes were half-opened, her eyes were blank, and she fell asleep again a few minutes later.

On May 31, at four o'clock in the morning.

The high fever and sweating that lasted for several hours made Miyajima Qingluan dehydrated, accompanied by symptoms such as difficulty breathing.

Hojo Satoru handed the water glass to her lips again, but this time he didn't drink it. In this situation, there are often shots of mouth-to-mouth water feeding on TV, but the real situation is useless, and unconscious people will not make it Swallowing behavior, even if water is put into the mouth, it will not be drunk.

The instinctive behavior of the body is all used for breathing, and feeding water can only make her cough violently and increase the burden on her body.

Gradually, the senior sister frowned, and her head shook uncontrollably from side to side, which proved that while her head was dizzy at the same time, she had a splitting headache and was suffering from great pain...

So, is there any other way?

Hojo Satoru looked down slowly, and a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration surged in his heart.

Reality is not a novel, but my own experience can no longer be compared with reality. The system in the novel is omnipotent, can help the protagonist solve all kinds of troubles, and can turn decay into a magical hero and save the beauty.

But what can I do?Go to Google and search temporarily: how to operate on gunshot wounds?

I can't do anything, and the system can't save Miyajima Qingluan, so I can only watch her walk towards death step by step.

Hojo Satoru raised his head, closed his eyes weakly, and took a deep breath.

The senior sister is not her own person, but to put it harshly, she is a stranger. Why do you try your best to save her, but in the end you still feel very uncomfortable?She didn't do this by herself, so there's no need to feel guilty at all, right...

Hojo Satoru opened his eyes.

Noticing that Miyajima Qingluan opened and closed her bloodless lips, she opened her eyes again, her eyes were full of bewilderment, in that lifeless dullness, she seemed to be able to see fear...it was life's instinctive fear of death.

The corners of her eyes became moist again, but her dehydrated body prevented her from shedding tears.

Hojo Satoru's breathing was a little short, and his chest felt blocked by something. He couldn't help reaching out and gently stroking her pale cheeks.

Because human beings are emotional animals, there are extreme good and evil sides...

The ancients often said that a gentleman has a compassionate heart.

On the side of the road, there was an abandoned little milk dog that was drenched by the heavy rain. It tried desperately to control its young body, and finally lay on the edge of the box with its little head exposed, and was slammed down by the cold rain.

You walk over and look at the puppy in the cardboard box, trying desperately to stand up, but unable to get up.

It also found you, so it no longer struggled, and tried its best to hold its little head up. You made a baby sound, helpless and pitiful whimper...

Don't you feel pitiful looking at this kind of scene?

Why did the firefighter who was dragged out of the fire by his teammates break down and cry, why did he cry and say sorry, saying that I couldn't save him... But the person who couldn't be saved is also the same for firefighters Strangers you've never met, right?

At this moment, Miyajima Qingluan is not a murderer, not a cold and proud senior, nor is she a messenger of justice, she is just a poor ghost.

He rescued her from the gunpoint and carried her home. She had exchanges, and her attitude towards her ranged from disgust to admiration.

So watching her feel uncomfortable, I will also feel uncomfortable, it's that simple.

A sense of exhaustion swept over Hojo Satoru's body and mind, causing him to collapse and lie beside the senior.

So, what is the significance of this mission?

Justice has been done, and it's late, but it's more than just a truth, because all the villains are punished, and she's been cruel...but she's done great good.

Because fugitive robbers can still rob, and the leader of the underworld will do evil in secret. The kind-faced liquefied gas delivery man has been secretly photographing young girls all these years, and there may even be a second Meixiang in the future.

It was Miyajima Qingluan who cut off this extremely evil possibility. If this is not a good deed, what is it!

Damn them!Damn it!He deserves death!

Senior sister has done so many things that people dare not do, but in the end, she can only wait for death in helplessness and fear. This is the fate of a murderer.

……

Drowsy, Hojo Satoru fell asleep... However, the soft whisper and call made him open his eyes again.

After turning his head, he found that he was facing a face with sharp eyes, but looked at him very softly.

"juvenile."

Miyajima Qingluan seemed to have survived the most dangerous moment. Although her voice was still weak, her complexion looked much better.

"Last winter was the first time I killed someone," she said.

Hojo Satoru nodded slowly. Last winter was the first time a murderer committed a crime. On December 18, at [-]:[-] midnight, an old man named Takeda Shinji was hacked to death in a high-end residential building in Bunkyo District. .

"I don't like killing people, I don't like that feeling."

"Then why do you want to kill?" Hojo Satoru asked softly.

"Because they deserve to die, and because..." Miyajima Qingluan pursed her lips, but did not say another reason.

"Can't you tell?"

Miyajima Qingluan nodded slightly, "I can't tell you, it's meaningless and beneficial to you."

Hojo Satoru understands very well that everyone has secrets, and some of them can't even tell their closest lover, just like the matter of the system.If I have someone I love the most in the future, I can't say this kind of thing, if I say it, I will die... I can only bring the secret to the grave.

"Do your parents know?"

Miyajima Qingluan paused, and said softly: "I don't have any parents anymore."

"That's it."

Hojo Satoru has mixed feelings. In fact, it is not surprising that this kind of person does not have parents. How can a child of a normal family have such a thing? Although he almost guessed it, it is still a bit awkward to hear her say it personally, and it should not be asked.

"I haven't seen my father since I was born, and my mother raised me until I was ten years old, and then died." Miyajima Qingluan seemed to be lost in memory, looking a little disappointed, "My mother is a master of the ancient martial arts school, she taught I use the sword."

Hojo Satoru smiled, with a bitter smile, "So it's Lingtang, I thought you had a master."

Miyajima Qingluan shook her head, recalled her mother's teaching, and whispered: "She said that the sword is a tool for killing people, and swordsmanship is not kendo, kendo is competition, and swordsmanship is the art of killing."

"What did you say?" Hojo Satoru was curious.

"I said I don't want to kill people, I don't want to learn swordsmanship, and I don't want to learn swordsmanship."

Hojo Satoru did not speak, quietly waiting for her next words.

"My mother didn't refute me, but just handed me the sword. I remember that when I held the sword for the first time, I only felt that it was heavy, and then it became strange...My mother told me...I am different from Qianhe , she doesn’t need to study, but you are a sword yourself.”

Hojo Satoru took a deep breath. He didn't know whether the Chizuru that the senior was talking about was her older sister or younger sister, alive or dead, but Miyajima's mother was right.

The first time I saw Senior Sister, I felt that she was different from ordinary people... Is it a sword in itself?

It should be a sword, Japanese swords are not separated... Although I have never seen Miyajima Qingluan do it, but she is...

A fierce knife, a fierce man.

"My mother taught me swordsmanship, and gave me a book called Shido Essentials. She said it was the ancient traditional Bushido, but I didn't know it was written by herself until I grew up. She taught me what to do and what not to do. It should be done. Because if a sword is not properly restrained, it will lead to tragedy."

"I see."

Hojo Satoru finally understood why the book called "Shidao Essentials" could not be found on the Internet, because her mother made it up. If it weren't for the huge knowledge reserve in Yuejian, she still doesn't know what "Shidao" is. The spiritual school of Bushido that was wiped out hundreds of years ago.

One person with one knife, walking the rivers and lakes, drawing out the sword to eliminate evil when seeing injustice on the road...It actually gave people a kind of ancient dragon-style romance.

If a knife is not restrained, it will lead to tragedy, and it is the same in ancient times... and it is even more so when she was born in modern times. Modern society does not need heroes.

"Is that why you're called a righteous idiot?"

Miyajima Qingluan shook her head slowly, "The sense of justice exists in everyone's heart. I have a sense of justice, but I'm not an idiot. I occasionally run away from injustice, and occasionally pretend not to see evil. I'm not someone who gets angry when I see evil, I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary person like everyone else, I can't wash away the evil in the world, and I can't change the world."

"what……"

Hojo Satoru was stunned, completely unexpected that such words would come from Qingluan Miyajima.

Unexpected, but reasonable, if she is really that kind of classical chivalrous person, how can she live like a modern person in modern society?

A student, studying in Qingshan High School, studying and going to school every day like ordinary people. As the head of the archery department, it seems that his archery skills are also very good. After class, he practices archery, activities with members, and participates in competitions.

Hojo Satoru looked at senior in a daze, so what is another reason for you to kill someone?It was the secret she decided to take to her grave.

"juvenile."

Miyajima Qingluan seemed to talk more. She looked at Hojo Satoru's eyes and asked, "I want to know something about you."

"I?"

Hojo Satoru said with a smile: "My life may not be as exciting as yours. I was born in a poor village where no birds shit. I grew up ordinary. Every day I help my family with farm work and study."

"I'm also ordinary and boring."

Miyajima Qingluan said: "I was born in Tokyo, but I have never been anywhere. The one who accompany me most is my mother's sword. I practice sword after school, and practice sword during vacation."

Hojo Satoru asked doubtfully, "Senior, don't you have any other hobbies?"

Miyajima Qingluan thought for a while, "Does it count if you start practicing archery in junior high school?"

"Uh... that's okay."

"juvenile."

"Ok?"

"Why were you angry yesterday?"

"I'm angry……"

Hojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, and immediately thought of the change in his mood before going out yesterday... He was indeed angry yesterday, but it was only for a moment, and he didn't seem to show it, right?

Can this be seen too?That's great, senior.

"I'm angry at you for being like that. You still don't pay attention to your body, and you don't want to shout when you have something to do. I hate people who don't respect their body."

"Eh?"

Miyajima Qingluan was so surprised for the first time, and her calm voice made this exclamation, which was a bit cute and cute in contrast.

"Are you worried about me?"

"if not?"

"We just met..."

"It's not short, it's been three days." Hojo Satoru suddenly remembered something, and joked cheerfully: "If it's on a TV series, the senior sister will act in three episodes of sex scenes as soon as she comes on stage, and she doesn't have many lines. Compared with other Actors are much more relaxed."

Miyajima Qingluan doesn't seem to have much sense of humor, and she won't be shy when hearing pornographic jokes like ordinary girls.Her reaction was to frown slightly, as if she was thinking about something seriously.

But Hojo Satoru smiled, but the smile froze on his face, his eyes slowly moved up... fixedly staring at the top of her head.

"juvenile?"

"Huh? Ah, it's nothing." Hojo Satoru had a smile on his face again, "Senior sister, what did you just say?"

Miyajima Qingluan stared into his eyes with an extremely serious expression, and said seriously: "The time is short, but it is unforgettable enough that I will never forget it."

"Yes, is it? It's good to be remembered by you. I'm actually quite happy to be remembered by such a beautiful woman as Senior Sister."

Miyajima Qingluan suddenly turned her gaze to the balcony, but her sight was blocked by the quilt on the clothes rail, but through the half gap under the quilt, one could see that the sky was already bright.

"I don't know what time it is."

Hojo Satoru got up in a panic and looked for his phone. After turning on the screen, he quickly said, "It's already 06:30 in the morning."

Miyajima Qingluan gave a soft 'hmm', and muttered to herself: "I don't know if it's sunny today...can you dry the quilt..."

He hasn't had a good rest for three days. If he doesn't have a good rest, he will be very tired. It's good if he can dry himself in the sun. He can sleep well by his side at night.

"Yes, the weather forecast says it will be sunny today! Sister..."

"juvenile."

"Sister, is there anything uncomfortable? Tell me, tell me!" Hojo Satoru became anxious, "I'll help you find a way, what should I do..."

"Your soup is delicious, and your sugar is sweet."

"Soup...sugar? That's right!"

Hojo Satoru hurriedly got up and ran to the closet, opened the drawer and grabbed a handful of candy, but spilled it all over the floor, and ran to her side with only one.