Complete Survival Manual

Large blocks of bricks and stones fell from a height, the dust was blown in the wind, and the strong smell of gunpowder poured into the lungs, without even the strength to cough.

[The gunfire of the alien power war failed to take my life away, but now I am going to die in a sudden murder? ] Hiraoka Ichiro tried his best to open his eyes unwillingly, [Remind Dazhi, be careful of backstabs from mercenaries... By the way, my superpower...]

The gray halo lighted up and disappeared with difficulty, Hiraoka Ichiro's vision went completely dark, and his last memory was filled with the breath of fire and blood.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt the flow of the wind.

"Are you awake?" The white clown squatted beside him and shuffled the cards, and exaggeratedly cheered when he saw Hiraoka Ichiro who opened his eyes, "Oh! This is really a miracle in the history of magic! Thank you, Mr., for letting me through a difficult time What a boring afternoon!"

Hiraoka Ichiro opened his mouth, but his vocal cords temporarily stopped working, and he didn't make a sound.

The happy clown was considerate. He said: "I was passing by here. My destination was not here. But after seeing the playing cards scattered around you, I changed my mind and decided to look at you while playing cards." When will you die?"

Hiraoka Ichiro found the correct way to pronounce, and squeezed out a difficult voice from his throat, he asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Gogol." The clown thought for a while, took off his hat and gave a salute, "The clown magician who is traveling in a foreign country is talking about me."

Hiraoka Ichiro stood up leaning on the wall, not knowing where he was going for a moment.

The clown was chattering nonsense, Hiraoka Ichiro stood still and recalled what happened.

The memory stopped when I heard a loud bang above my head while walking on the road, but I completely forgot about the following things, and I had no idea why I passed out on the road.

The emotions held in the heart are things called "sadness" and "anger".

[betray. ] He thought, [This is the emotion generated by the experience of betrayal, what happened before I passed out? ]

His interpersonal relationship is pitiful, and when it comes to betrayal, the first thing that comes to mind is the partner with whom he has spent the longest time.

[Yes... Dazhi betrayed me? ]

The brain that just woke up is like a rusty machine, and it hurts to burst after thinking about it for a while.Hiraoka Ichiro gritted his teeth anxiously, not even noticing when the clown's voice stopped.

The man in the white felt hat stood at the entrance of the alley at some point. He coughed twice, and his voice sounded weak, "It's very late."

"Feijia!" Gogol jumped up, "I found a new magic prop, it would be great if I could use it to perform immediately. Ahhh, I really want you to see it."

This is top-notch magic that would amaze even the most skilled clowns.

Gogol glanced at Hiraoka Ichiro, and his pupils were eager to try.

——He saw with his own eyes the people who had stopped breathing come back to life, and the souls that deceived the god of death and escaped from hell made people full of desire to explore.

Fyodor's eyes were calm, he looked at Ichiro Hiraoka and smiled.

"What's your name?"

"My name is... Hiraoka Ichiro."

For safety reasons, Hiraoka Ichiro never went to "betray his partner".Sometimes he would think of the existence of Ueno Daichi, but he would soon forget him.

Hiraoka Ichiro, who hates betrayal, has cut himself off from the past and hides in an unknown corner and spends his days in a coma.

For a long time, Gogol was very interested in Hiraoka Ichiro.He turned around Hiraoka Ichiro, trying to figure out the secret of resurrection from the dead.

In the end, he discovered that even Hiraoka Ichiro himself didn't know this secret.During that time, Hiraoka Ichiro, who was in a period of confusion, seemed to have developed a new belief.

"Although this is not bad, but Hiraoka Ichiro's joining is not beneficial to the organization." Gogol thought about the five evils of heaven and man, and sincerely felt that this is not suitable for Hiraoka Ichiro.Then he thought of another place, "Could it be...?"

"The mouse of the dead house." Fyodor lowered his head, "The mouse hiding in the dark corner is just right for Mr. Hiraoka." His fingers ran across the back of the book, and the golden gilt letters passed under his hand, "I I want to see how much potential he has."

"Okay, okay." Gogol shrugged, "You are always right." He held on to his hat, and raised the brim of the hat in the direction of the door, "Greetings to the audience—Mr. Hiraoka Ichiro, you listen too arrive."

Ichiro Hiraoka stood outside the door, looking at Fyodor as if he were looking at a beacon of life.Gogol straightened his hat with a smile, and said cheerfully, "It will always be useful, Pinggang."

"If your potential is exhausted, we will abandon you without hesitation."

[Just use your persistence in faith, let me see how far you can go.As a pastime, Mr. Hiraoka Ichiro couldn't be more qualified. ]

The clown smiled happily, Hiraoka Ichiro bowed his head deeply, "I will always follow the truth and find a way to become stronger."

Until then, please don't abandon me.

…………

After realizing that he had lost his ability, Hiraoka Ichiro easily gave up his resistance.

The blade that was still on Akanishara's neck a moment ago was placed on Hiraoka Ichiro's body in a blink of an eye.

The cold metal sticks to the flesh, and the slightest tremor will cause blood to splatter on the spot.Edgar's hand holding the dagger was as steady as holding a gun, and the blade temporarily maintained a very friendly relationship with Hegang Ichiro's skin.

Stand reversed.

[With my supernatural powers gone, I am vulnerable. ] Ichiro Hiraoka thought, [Have I reached the end of my potential? ]

[How will he take back his gift to me? Will I, who was dead, lose this miracle in my palm? ]

The heartbeat slowed down, and blood gushed out from all over the clothes.

Edgar's dagger was moved a few centimeters away, and he looked in surprise at Hiraoka Ichiro's body with large and small wounds.

The flat skin was scorched black from the fire, and deep scars appeared on the smooth surface, and Hiraoka Ichiro's expression became strange.

"I……"

He seemed to be unable to hold on anymore. When he leaned against the wall and slid down, he rubbed a long bloodstain on the metal wall.

Tsushima let go of his hand, "So that's how it is."

The fireworks exploded in Hiraoka Ichiro's mind, and he remembered many things.

The betrayal of his closest partner did not exist from the beginning, and someone else stabbed him back.

The reason why he obviously wanted to survive desperately was that he wanted to bring back the news that "the mercenaries want our lives", but the result ran counter to what he expected.

[I used my abilities to deceive my cognition for two full years. ] He smiled wryly, the conflict between belief and emotion put his sanity in jeopardy, [After subconsciously refusing to believe the fact that I died, I actually survived.I myself am the most advanced application of my supernatural ability. ]

[I am still alive because of my own obsession, not his gift.It was never miracles that I held onto, but my own life. ]

[This is the end. ]

Hiraoka Ichiro looked up at Tsushima, "Mr. Tsushima, my partner - Daichi Ueno is under your command, please tell him to be careful about our original partner. I was killed by them two years ago." dead."

"Besides this, is there anything else you want me to tell you?" Tsushima said.

Blood gushed out continuously, and after the blood touched the air, it dried up on the ground within a few seconds.Hiraoka Ichiro shook his head, "That's enough."

He can't deny that these two years of life are the path he chose.Even now he could not feel the slightest negative emotion towards Fyodor.

Fyodor is Hiraoka Ichiro's living faith.

Ichiro Hiraoka's eyes had lost focus, and he muttered to himself: "In my life, there is more happiness than suffering, and this is already a good enough life."

The voice sank and gradually disappeared, leaving only a broken corpse in place.

Edgar turned around to help Akashi Sharo, Akashi Sharo finally woke up, and when she watched Hiraoka Ichiro die, her expression was calm.

When everything calmed down, Akashi Sharo thanked Nakahara Chuya first.

"Thank you and Mr. Tsushima for your generous help." She said, "I will fully explain the ins and outs of this incident to my mother, and Mirage will come to the door to express my apology for the inconvenience caused to the port mafia in the future."

The turmoil caused by the No. [-] reagent seems to have passed, and Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the problem of the modifier.

Chuya Nakahara: "Where did you put the improvement agent sample preserved by Mirage?"

Speaking of this, Sharo Akanishi was a little helpless, "Mr. Nakahara, in fact, the improvement agent has long been gone." She pointed to Edgar, and then pointed to herself, "When Hiraoka Ichiro invaded the Mirage headquarters, I just came from my mother. When I got the sample of the modifier, the modifier was placed on my desk at that time. However, because it was similar to the common No. [-] reagent container, Hiraoka Ichiro seemed to treat it as a common No. He controlled us and poured it down on us."

Akanisharo spread his hands, but his voice relaxed, "To be honest, the taste of the improver is really bad, so bitter that I want to beat up its developer."

Edgar whispered: "Miss, the boss said that you should be a lady."

Akashi Sharo looked into his eyes for a few seconds, turned her head and said sorry to Tsushima and Nakahara Nakaya, then she stood on tiptoe and grabbed Edgar's collar, gritted her teeth and said, "Idiot."

Before Edgar had time to say anything, a kiss belonged to a lover fell, and the two onlookers politely looked away, leaving them a private space.

Then they simply left first.

"Nakaya-kun going to deal with work next?" Tsushima put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and asked the Hong Kong and black cadres beside him.

Nakahara Chuya hummed, and after sending a few emails, he said, "The Hong Kong gangsters will send a helicopter over. Do you want to go back to Yokohama together?"

"Of course." Tsushima said, "Nakaya-kun still needs to talk about work, so I won't bother you for now. I'll find you when the time comes."

They picked a fork and parted ways. Nakahara Nakata went to Akanishi Rishi's office, and Tsushima remembered the glass warehouse that "No. 165" had introduced to him.After thinking of the description of "the best viewing spot", Tsushima was rarely interested, and took the elevator to the garden alone.

The glass cabin on the top garden of the Siren Queen has always been famous, and the cabin with the glass propped up by the mechanical arm is the commanding height of the whole ship.

The most beautiful sea view can be seen there.

There were no tourists in the glass warehouse, and Tsushima leaned against the railing, prying open the locked window of the glass warehouse on a whim.

The hem of his clothes was blown back by the sea breeze, his eyes were full of blue, and the hole in his heart that was always whistling by the wind seemed to be filled for a moment.

Tsushima rolled his eyes and took out his phone.

[It's over for me, I'll go back today.I want to eat crab meat hot pot tonight. ]

The recipient is a series of numbers that can be typed without even thinking about it. After clicking send, Tsushima turned over and sat on the narrow platform outside the glass warehouse.His long legs were swinging around outside the platform, as if he was not in the precarious height of the sky now.

The waves gently created layers of foam. Tsushima hummed a song and looked at the boundary between the sea and the sky.

[This is already a good enough life...? ]

The author has something to say: In the last scene, I probably wanted to write the feeling of [I want to watch the sea with him], but it seems to have failed a bit. Let’s use your imagination to make up for it (collapsed to the ground)

Also, Congratulations to He Pinggang Ichiro for the finale.

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Hiraoka Ichiro: Thank you, the chicken legs are delicious.