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The militant asked in a low voice: "Who is it!"

Bai Wei looked sideways: "You guys broke in without authorization, and you don't even know who I am?"

"No matter who you are, raise your hands and lie on the ground!" He threatened: "Otherwise..."

He pulled the safety catch of the firearm, and pressed his finger on the trigger, as if he might shoot at any time.

The young man seemed to have foreseen this result, and sighed: "Ah..."

The militants were impatient and roared, "Get down!"

Bai Wei raised his finger: "Shh! Don't disturb the patients to rest, don't you want to think about what time it is?"

The attitude was calm, but it made the militants feel a strong sense of contempt, irony and disdain.

It made him both unhappy and uneasy.

He holds a gun in his hand, and he can pull the trigger at any time to beat people into a sieve. Anyone who sees them will feel fear, but there are also very few people who are not only not afraid at all, but even laugh contemptuously. Firearms are very scary , but a submachine gun is not enough to sweep the world... because it ignores the mystery of the laws of physics and can override it.

Is this young man confident or bluffing?

The militant's Adam's apple rolled, and he realized that the job this time was not as simple as he had imagined.

But he couldn't help thinking about it, and he didn't have time to think too much.

The young man had already stood up, his back was facing a round of full moon, when he left his seat, a tall figure filled most of the window, splitting the moonlight, as if dotting the huge eye outside the window like a beast. Hitomi.

And what this eye was looking at was himself!

"Don't come here!" the militant growled.

Bai Wei didn't approach at all, just stood by the bed with his back against the window sill.

"If you leave now, there is still time, and I don't have to pursue it."

After finishing speaking, he smiled directly, as if mocking the other party's stupidity and his own hypocrisy.

"But I don't think you guys will leave... so you can pretend that you didn't hear me. I'm just performing a routine greeting. Out of humanitarian considerations, persuading surrender is a cumbersome but necessary precondition. Otherwise, before beheading It would be very troublesome to inquire about the last words one by one.”

The militant's Adam's apple rolled, and he asked with difficulty: "What are you talking about, what does it mean?"

"What do you mean? It means..."

"I deliberately stayed here until late at night, just waiting for you."

"In order to snatch a heart from the little girl's chest, you have gone through so much trouble... I deeply regret this."

The young man looked solemn and sincere like a priest mourning for the dead: "Really, I am very sorry."

Chapter 110

A long dream.

In the early morning, the sun was just right, shining in the room, and the floor reflected light brightly.

Bai Wei opened his eyes, let out a foul breath slowly, and unknowingly sat in the tea room all night.

There is no medicine for regret in the world, and time cannot flow backwards easily. The events of the previous life are the events of the previous life after all, and the memory traces left by those who have survived can only be spread in the scenes of dreams.

But now it is difficult for him to break free from the scene of that memory.

The symptoms were far worse than the last time I read Jinguji Saki's past memories.

Even if the memory is his own, too strong obsessions and emotions may completely rewrite Bai Wei's existing personality.

Fortunately, the emperor's will is tenacious and has not been catalyzed. His current personality is like a huge reservoir, which intercepts the rushing river water, settles down, slowly digests, and discharges excess sediment. Leave only the pure water and become a part of yourself.

If it is true that he died in the bamboo forest under the snowy night, Bai Wei may not be able to resolve this depression and worry.

Fortunately, this is not the case.

Obsession guided him to find the direction to break free, and also gave him an answer to the past.

Bai Wei opened his eyes and saw a young man wearing a fox mask sitting on the other end of the table and chair, his outline was blurred like an afterimage.

He rested his cheeks, sat up and down, and sighed softly.

"Zuobei, that is Yuki Chiyo, that girl from back then..."

"Really, I didn't think of this possibility at all."

"If you think about it carefully, if his temper is a girl, it would be quite normal."

"Hahaha... I really wonder if I'm blind, I don't have the face to laugh at the Knights of the Round Table."

"So back then in Rashomon, what he wanted to say was actually this sentence."

The young man patted his knees, annoyed and angry, out of breath.

He said to Bai Wei: "Where can I go to reason? Oh, I'm so angry."

Bai Wei laughed and said, "Isn't it pretty good?"

The young man paused, narrowed his eyes, and laughed again, even tears. He rubbed the corners of his eyes, and all the knots in his heart that had been difficult to solve for too long, all dissipated in a loud laugh: "It's pretty good."

"Have you repaid your favor?"

"It's over."

"Have you figured it out?"

"The idea is clear."

"That's good." Bai Wei poured out a cup of cold tea, and quietly took a sip.

"I'll leave the rest to you, another me." The young man took off the fox face and put it on the table: "Take it..."

"Yes yes yes." Bai Wei smiled slightly: "If you don't tell me, I will take them all away. What's yours is mine."

"I know what you're going to do, so save it, the remaining fragments are not enough to squander a few times."

"It's not squandering, it's just treating diseases and saving people."

"It's really nice to speak, it doesn't look like me at all..." The young man warned: "Hi Yuki Chiyo."

"That's my sister."

"Also my benefactor, brother, and first love."

The young man's voice gradually became ethereal and faded, and the light passed through the illusory figure.

"Goodbye." He said softly.

"Goodbye." Bai Wei said to himself.

The tea room was empty and there was no one there.

After the young man drank the cool tea, his mouth was full of bitter taste, and he felt like drinking the tea alone.

He picked up the fox mask on the table, and it turned into a spot of light in the blink of an eye and blended into the young man's body without obstruction, like a swallow returning to its nest.

[The obsession has been dispelled]

[Swordsmanship level breakthrough, current level 23...]

[Unlocked a new swordsmanship genre, new swordsmanship skills...]

[Opened a new visualization scene: Rashomon]

【Mystery increase】

【Acquired the Fragment of the Law of the Lower Heroic Spirit】

[The broken truth cannot be dialed again, but it still has a high degree of mystery...]

A series of prompts came, and the entries were refreshed one after another. With the elimination of obsession, Bai Wei's strength easily improved.

"Speaking of which, Tengu Kiri didn't bring it out..."

Bai Wei thought of the treasured sword he carried with him, which was named after the tengu given by the big demon.

"The origin of the Han knife is still unclear, and it seems that it does not belong to this life."

For the time being, he gave up searching for the origin of the Han knife, but closed his eyes and began to visualize the past.

Scene, Rashomon.

……

It is still the area of ​​the scene where the mist is misty.

The old swordsman sat on the side of the road with his eyes lowered, like a rotten tree that was about to grow old.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and thought it was someone from the two of them coming again.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw a familiar figure.

The old man's eyes widened: "You..."

He asked dryly, "Are you back?"

Bai Wei thought he would come directly to Rashomon, but he didn't expect to meet the aging Zuo Bingwei here.

But with just one glance, he understood everything.

Obsession is not limited to Bai Wei; Zuo Bingwei also has it, and at the moment she learns the truth, even death cannot be peaceful.

Reincarnation is reincarnated, and this remaining obsession is still stored in the soul and refuses to dissipate.

Bai Wei, who had already accepted all the memories, looked at the old man and said in a low voice, "I...not him..."

Zuobei's shoulders trembled, he lowered his head, and said hoarsely to himself: "I know, I know."

Bai Wei walked up to the old man and handed the fox face in his hand: "This is his stuff, I think it's better to give it to you."

The fragments of power and reason stored in the fox's face were taken away, and what remained here were only the thoughts left after the obsession dispelled.

Zuo Bingwei stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the fox face, a wave of gentle yearning circulated.

The long-lost warmth came from the old man's fingertips, as if he had returned to the past in an instant.

That time he missed so much, the wanton time of drinking wine and wielding swords with his best friend Xiangyue.

She saw the young man smiling at her: "How long has it been, can't you let it go?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time, you made me wait too long." She wiped the corners of her eyes.