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

He coughed violently and bent over in pain, like a folded shrimp.

A flash of bright red appeared on his face, pain as if it were tearing apart his internal organs, like blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, like an endless rain.

"Sir, what's wrong with you? Sir!"

Weihua screamed and hugged him tremblingly.

But it's too late.

The gentleman's face was as pale as paper, his chest was trembling, and blood continued to flow out and fell on his chest. The tears on his face burst the river bank and whizzed down, smearing more and more, and couldn't stop it no matter what.

His abdomen was like an overflowing river. Bile, stomach water, and everything that existed deep in his throat rushed out like they were fleeing, until he was vomiting to the point of darkness, until there was nothing left, and he still couldn't stop.

Chapter 031: Day 070·Medical Center

There are fewer students coming to visit Mr.

It's not because they don't care, and it's not because they don't know.

It's because they want to maintain a minimum of sanity.

Severely disturbing images, if viewed repeatedly, will only burn the soul.

Therefore, many children choose not to see or think about it.

Man is a spiritual creature.Facts have proved that when unbearable pain lies in front of them, even the stupidest children will learn by themselves a talent that adults must acquire:

"Deceiving Yourself"

As for sir,

The gentleman who was once extraordinary, the gentleman who could solve all problems, the gentleman who tolerated them like a mountain,

When everything collapsed, they had no ability to resist the disaster, repair the pain, or even maintain his condition.

What they have to do and what they can do is only a simple multiple-choice question:

A or B.

Gehenna’s side, or Holy Trinity’s side.

Respect your husband's wishes and let him die, or use your last bit of strength to create a hope for him to live.

"Do you really believe your boss's lies?"

Iori leaned against the door and looked coldly at Serina who was cleaning her husband's body.

Serina's face was pressed against his body, and she held a sponge dipped in water in her right hand, gently wiping away the dried blood on her husband's face.

"There is no difference whether you believe it or not."

Serina's expression was very calm, with no tears or sad breathing.

Her tongue kept licking her chapped lips, like the instinctive movement of an animal that had lost its mind.

"The digestive system is further eroded, and then the spinal nerves. Although it is only a small part, symptoms of inconvenient conduction have already appeared..."

Her words were cold, as if she were describing a supermarket product list.

"According to this process, you must quickly equip him with some auxiliary exercise equipment."

Iori raised his eyelids and asked in a low voice: "For example?"

"Crutches, mechanical legs, wheelchairs... everything is fine. In short, there is not much time left for him to adapt, so you have to prepare early."

Iori blinked and looked at everything in front of him silently.

Then, she rubbed her shoulders, which were sore from standing, and took in a big mouthful of blood-smelling air.

If time could come back again, she would rather give up the future and go around in this carefree year, repeating it for eternity.

Every stray thought, every imagination has an extremely tempting appeal, like a magical shelter, waiting for exhausted children to hide in.

Iori can naturally distinguish right from wrong and will not indulge in it.

However, as Serena said, there is no difference between belief and disbelief.

"What will happen to you next, sir?"

Qinai grinned and stared at the ceiling, trembling with pain every time she breathed:

"The body will be broken bit by bit, and the bones will be broken one by one. He will be destroyed, and in the end, even death will be an enjoyment and blessing for him."

"yes."

Iori shrugged and walked straight to the window sill.

She looked out the window at the still peaceful daily scenery of Kivotos, with a hint of emotion in her eyes:

"Although I don't like to use my brain, I can probably understand what your boss is thinking."

"Kivotos is too messy. It's a structural mess. No matter how hard Mr. tries, he can't fill in the cracks. Instead, his life will dry up first."

"If Kivotos is not adjusted to the ideal state, then even if Mr. is not in danger this time, next time, and the next time... sooner or later, he will still exhaust himself."

Serina let out a noncommittal breath:

"maybe."

They thought back and thought about the past year.

Mr. approached the center, grasped the power, calculated the distribution of Kivotos' power, and speculated on various countermeasures.

All these have finally become the greatest reliance that Mr. Wang can rely on to make a comprehensive plan.

Whether it was joint operations or cleaning up the market, such grand plans turned out to be just for their youth and happiness.

If there was no pain that the husband was about to disappear, how long would all these people have to live innocently with pure gratitude?

"correct,"

The little nurse put away the medical kit and opened the door.

"This should be my last visit to Gehna."

Iori didn't look up and asked:

"Because there's going to be a war?"

"Yes."

Qinai smiled:

"Mika-san asked me to give a message to my husband, saying that she has redirected Hoshino's quantum soul coordinates to Hoshino's original body."

"Speak humanly." Iori rolled his eyes at her angrily.

"In other words, as long as you destroy the container that carries Hoshino's mystery on the battlefield, her soul will return to her original body and everything will be restored."

Iori scratched his cheek and asked in confusion:

"Is this some kind of preferential treatment?"

"Do not."

Qinai's smile was covered with a shadow,

"This is hospice care."

Chapter 032: Day 069·Trinity College·Research Institute ①

At the end of the world is a vast white void.

There were only groups of human-shaped mist wandering through it, wandering around within Bai Zhouzi's sight. The shadows formed by the mist seemed familiar yet extremely strange.

Bai Zhouzi looked around blankly. In the endless white light, her pupils flickered with a dim color.

Memories smelling of scarlet and rust filled my mind again.

She dreamed that after a long search, she finally found her husband.

Then came the explosion she was all too familiar with.

Is it a thunderstorm?Fragmentation rounds?Or a blind rocket launcher that flew over from nowhere?

It doesn't matter anymore.

The blood spurting out all over the sky dyed her vision red.

The husband once again died among the rubble, in front of her, with those beautiful gray eyes still open.

In the Arius Academy, Bai Zhouzi once learned a rule:

Killing a man without looking him in the eye is not really killing a man.

And when Bai Zhouzi looked at her husband countless times until the last moment, her soul was changed forever.

Bai Zhouzi, as a soldier and a large part of a human being, died with the vision of his husband.

In fact, she had never felt so shattered.

The pain deep in the soul tore the heart of the strong rebel.

She thought with trembling thoughts: The darkness that dominated Arius finally won.

In the end, the price of what Bai Zhouzi wanted was too high, too high.

It was so high that even if she bet her soul and future, all her husband's friendship and trust in her, and everything she once regarded as a treasure,

Even risking the peace she is about to destroy and the innocent lives she is about to harm,

Still not enough.

Far from enough.

She now seems to finally understand the true meaning of 'everything is empty'.

Yes, she had always regarded this sentence as a motto, as an aphorism, recited it, and reminded herself, but it was not until now that she truly understood the spirit that this sentence wanted to express.

As long as people still have desires, darkness will take advantage of them.

Only by completely seeing the world as nothingness can one become the most perfect soldier.

She was once a saint on the battlefield. She had no desires or desires, never knew any beauty in this world, and never longed for any gifts in this world. Therefore, Bai Zhouzi became the elite among the elites, making her captain Shazhi admire her and appreciate her. fear.

But now?

When the sun finally shone into her heart, the existence of Mr. Arius dispelled all the haze of Arius, allowing her to live in the sun without any worries.

Instead she had desires.

And it's a desire stronger than any desire.

Driven by this desire, she was no longer a saint on the battlefield, or even a human being.

She would rather transform into a Shura ghost, a vanguard on the battlefield, and a test subject for new weapons, than let the hard-won sunshine disappear into the darkness again.

She buried the rag doll her husband bought her with her own hands, burned all the photo stickers she had taken with her husband, and eliminated all traces of his presence in her life.

From then on, 'Don't think of Mr.' became a silent order Bai Zhouzi gave to herself, as if Mr. had never appeared in her life.

Surprisingly, Shaozhi was the first person to oppose her.

“Azusa, I know how important she is to you… to all of us.

But he is not something you imagined out of thin air. His image is closely connected with your memories.

Tearing his existence away will only make your memory blurry.Are you sick?Azusa?What do you want to do? "

The one who answered her was the cold governor Bai Zhouzi.

Shaozhi knew that Bai Zhouzi was suppressing himself.

For her, the more eager Bai Zhouzi is to return to a perfect state by forgetting her husband, the more impossible it is for her to let go.

This is very unhealthy.

It's not because Saori cares about her...well, Saori does care about her a little bit.

But the problem is that although Saori may be a little behind Bai Zhouzi in terms of potential, her combat experience is the most experienced in Arius Academy.

Saori also tried to make herself stronger by forgetting the scars and bad memories all over her body.

The result of that attempt was that Saori's movements became even duller because she had forgotten many things.