Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

"Xiao...Xiaozi? Are you over there?"

"I want to have a few words with your husband."

Chapter 048: Day 053 · Cabin ①

Bai Zhouzi walked with his heavy body.

Silence was like a huge stone pressing on her head. She only felt that the air around her was cold and congested, her blood seemed to have become sluggish, and even her thoughts seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist.

Although I haven't been able to force myself to fall asleep for three consecutive days, it's noon now, not the time to rest.

Even though her headache felt like it was going to explode, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Ugh..."

She tried to bend her waist, which had become stiff from being in bed for a long time, and the soreness hit her brain like an electric shock.

In front of the entrance of the small house, which was neither bright nor dark, she felt that there was only chaos when she closed her eyes.

Kicking off her shoes casually, she sighed deeply, supported the shoe cabinet at hand, and slowly fell down on the steps of the entrance, facing up to the sky.

She closed her eyes and covered her face with cold hands.

——Xiaozi, you are not a soldier, you are greater than that... you are a human being.

——Xiaozi, what will you do if I am no longer here?

There was a familiar voice echoing in the girl's ears.

Her hands and feet trembled when she heard it, and she immediately blocked her ears.

But this damn voice that made her nostalgic still penetrated through her fingers, like a steel needle.

The gentle tone that was so familiar that it had become a necessity in life made her eyes tremble and her breathing difficult.

——I'm always here, Xiaozi.

——I will never leave you again, I promise.

Liar, lie...

Why did you lie to me, sir? Why...

She closed her eyes and let the cold tears slide down her cheeks.

In this obscure darkness, in this endless depression, in this endless exhaustion, in this hopeless attachment, I finally couldn't help but let the expressionless mask fall into pieces.

This face, which had always been calm and plain, was buried deep in the cold palms. Because of the appearance of Mr. in the memories, the grief buried deep in my heart collapsed like a dam.

She is so upright that she doesn't know how to deceive herself and others.

I don’t know how to deal with the huge emotion that finally burst out when I poured out my husband on the sea cliff that day.

Bai Zhouzi once thought that by forgetting and not mentioning, those feelings that made her deeply attached and painful would not exist at all.

But now, all her thoughts were about Mr.

Those light gray eyes that once guarded him with love and care could no longer regain the vitality they once had.

As a prisoner of war and someone who had hurt his important students, she had no right to approach him or contact him.

Even if the girls allowed her to speak in front of her husband, her chest and throat, filled with guilt, would not be able to utter a complete sentence.

Only in this deserted cabin, in extreme fatigue and helplessness, can I cry properly.

Those unspeakable words, those thoughts that shouldn't happen, accumulated into cold, salty sea water, drowning her heart.

Sir, how long can your body last?Painful?Will there be a moment when you want to give up?

Can you still have a small place for me in your heart?

Or have you forgotten me?Maybe that's just as well.

So now, who are you looking at with those light gray eyes that make me addicted?

Bai Zhouzi covered his face with his hands.

Gradually, the warm liquid gushes out as if it cannot be suppressed.

She is afraid of everything related to time.

Afraid of seeing the calendar, afraid of seeing the clock, afraid of hearing the ticking hands.

Even afraid of hearing my own heartbeat.

Anything that could make her feel time moving forward would make her whole body shiver and her throat tighten.

The ubiquitous time marks reminded her anytime and anywhere that her husband, who was paralyzed from the waist down, had less than a hundred days to live.

And when the deadline comes, it is the time when her soul dies.

She has been through life and death many times, and has been through numerous fires and bullets. She also ranks among the best in Arius College's resistance to extreme environments and resistance to torture subjects.

But the truly horrific torture is not actually sharp, but long and endless.

Time passed bit by bit, her heart died bit by bit, and she had no power to stop it.

She was like an observer of split souls, watching the death of her soul.

She thought again of what her best friend, Hifumi, had said to her in tears.

"If we don't learn, if we don't understand how Kivotos works, we are just wasting his life and efforts."

She smiled through her chapped lips.

Hifumi is still so strong and still doesn’t know how to give up.

Whether it was in vain or just killing time, Hifumi could always find something to do for herself.

She firmly believes that those efforts are meaningful, even if the ending will tear her heart apart.

What about yourself?

"In the end, it turns out that the person who is not good enough has always been me."

Bai Zhouzi raised his eyes and looked at the high-spirited gentleman in his memories, his eyes blurred.

He lives up to everyone's trust, always has a plan that no one can see through, but can always take good care of everyone gently, sir.

He is calm, He is powerful, He is omnipotent.

And first, he was right in front of her, with blazing temperature through his fingers, looking deeply at her with selfless and unrepentant love.

She wanted to drown in this warm sight.

No matter what, she only believed that this man loved her and did not accept other possibilities.

It's hers, sir.

It was always hers, always hers, and only hers.

Since the husband has saved her three times, he will definitely answer his call and come here for the fourth or fifth time, right?

Her eyes were empty, but a low laugh escaped from her throat.

Confused by unrealistic fantasies, Bai Zhouzi smiled happily.

The chill in her blood had disappeared, and only warmth echoed in her body, enough to make her squint her eyes and let out a comfortable purr.

However, the next moment, the sound coming from his chest made Bai Zhouzi freeze up.

"beep……"

The shock echoed in the humid air in the cabin.

That was a past she didn't want to recall, a destination she couldn't go back to.

"Ah... Holy Trinity's... emergency communication device?"

Chapter 048: Day 053 · Cabin ②

Outside the blinds, there was a cloudy sky, and the light without much warmth dissipated the remaining warmth in the wooden house.

The heavy quilt covering her body failed to bring any gentle relief to her cold limbs except for the pain that pressed against her chest.

Bai Zhouzi's whole body stiffened, and he slowly curled up, burying his cold face into the pillow.

(Holy Trinity...Why are you contacting me at this time...?)

The girl's whole body was covered with ice, and her limbs felt like they were nailed to the bed board by steel arrows.

The communicator on her chest kept vibrating, like a fragmentation mine ready to explode at any time, turning her internal organs into a mess.

Tears flowed from her empty eyes, and a hoarse and silent roar came from her breathless lips:

"Why are you still looking for me...you have already won, already won!!"

Boundless pain and regret, accompanied by the tragic scene of the collision between the behemoth of destruction and the reconnaissance plane, appeared before her eyes alternately.

She seemed to see her past self.

The angel of death, who was ruthless and brought murder to the enemy, threw himself into the battle with the obsession to save his husband, but in the end he drove him to a dead end.

The self who is like a perfect soldier, who only has mission in his eyes, is always there and never leaves.

She was looking at Bai Zhouzi with the eyes of a saint, looking at this confused girl who had given up her obsession but couldn't find her goal. There was no sympathy or hostility in her eyes.

But she won't leave.

No matter how many times Bai Zhouzi was rescued by her husband, no matter how much Bai Zhouzi resisted her appearance in his heart, she would always come back.

Destined to come back.

"Om..."

The vibration in my chest intensified again.

The person on the other end of the communicator seemed very persistent.

Bai Zhouzi involuntarily tightened his fists.

The thick quilt had twisted lines, just like her heart was twisted into wrinkles.

Under the extreme pain and fear, a twisted smile appeared on the girl's cute face.

(Holy Trinity... was located through the communicator on my body... did you find it?)

(Or...they want me to lurk in Gehena and continue to be an inside agent?)

No matter which option she chooses, she will hurt her husband again, after he saved her three times regardless of the past.

He had been hurt too deeply by himself.

If he was hurt again... Bai Zhouzi smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Even if that idiot husband still regards her as his student, she can no longer stay by his side.

"It's a dead end."

The last trace of power in the body was taken away, and it was difficult to even raise one's head.

Like a solidified sculpture, Bai Zhouzi quietly waited for the communicator to connect, waiting for her fate.

Chapter 048: Day 053 · Cabin ③

My hands and feet are getting weak.

The communicator, which had been vibrating since just now, made Bai Zhouzi's chest feel numb through his clothes.

She shivered and pulled out the communicator. The constantly moving pink signal light showed the identity of the contact person on the other side.

"Holy garden, unflowered..."

Her violently trembling hands clenched her collar tightly, and her heart felt as if it was hitting a row of needle points.

The regret and persistence of past delusions, the doubts and confusion about the current situation, all now fall on the person she is determined to be loyal to.

Bai Zhouzi hesitated and waited, but did not have the courage to press the answer button.

She gritted her teeth and kept telling herself that it would happen sooner or later, but her cold hands seemed to be paralyzed, trembling and stiff without any response.

The next moment, the deadline was up, and the communicator ignored her hesitation and hesitated and automatically connected.