Fake to destroy the world

Nervous sweat slipped from his forehead and quietly seeped into his eye sockets, blurring Yusama's righteous vision.

But Masayoshi Yusama, who had already focused all his attention on the boy, had no time to care about these things at all.The white side of the boy's neck with blue blood vessels invisible, and the sharp blade lying across the neck reflecting the cold light had already taken all his attention.

At this time, the nervous heartbeat and trembling breathing were intertwined, and under the eerie atmosphere illuminated by the dim orange streetlights, they were extremely clear and even audible.

Masayoshi Yusama couldn't sort out his thoughts no matter what, how did the matter develop to this point!

Why did he happen to meet the fugitive murderer that Goto Hidetoku said?Why did Igniz come out quietly behind him?Why did the murderer flee in panic in the direction where the boy was?

Why, why is the sharp blade lying on the side of Igniz's neck now, as if it could take away the boy's life in an instant!

Suppressing extreme fear, Masayoshi Yusama forced himself to be calm and said to the gangster who was holding the boy hostage: "Can you let him go first? I won't do anything... I can pretend I didn't see anything... "

"Bah, I really think I'm so easy to deceive!" The eyes of the murderer who had been on the run without sleep for more than ten days were already bloodshot, and his nerves had been tense for a long time, and his mental state had reached the critical point of collapse. All of them would go berserk because of external stimulation, "You were chasing me just now? Did you recognize me? Want to catch me and give it to those damned policemen?! I tell you, don't even think about it!"

Seeing the trembling knife tip swaying up and down with the murderer's emotional movements, only centimeters away from the side of the boy's neck, Yusama Masayoshi instantly had the illusion that the knife tip was shaking in his heart, piercing scars .The panic-stricken graphic model hesitated for a while and didn't even know what to say, so he could only beg the murderer's men to keep him again and again in vain.

"No...can you let him go first? I won't do anything, really, please don't hurt him..."

As anxious as an ant on a hot pot, Masayoshi Yusama froze on the spot, not daring to move, for fear that any of his movements would irritate the murderer, and let him, who had already murdered like numbness, take another human life.

"Why do I have to be a samurai flamenco? ”Hasama Masayoshi, who was caught in fear and frustration, questioned his behavior for the first time, “If I had given up the samurai flamenco early, Nitz would not have encountered such a danger now! 』

If he hadn't stubbornly insisted on continuing the samurai flamenco business...

If he had followed Goto's advice and stopped going out at night to avoid the murderer...

If Nitz hadn't come out with him...

If he hadn't pursued him out of delusion to catch the murderer...

If the murderer hadn't just run in the direction of Nyx...

Will the boy not be in the current crisis?

In just a few seconds, one "if" after another frantically flashed through Yusama Masayoshi's mind, which oppressed him to the point of suffocation—and what the countless "ifs" pointed to was that he hadn't changed. It was a peaceful night when he came out pretending to be a samurai flamenco, and the boy did not follow him out quietly, let alone being threatened with his life!

However, the cruelest thing about this world is that there will never be "if", and "if" can only be a weak assumption forever.

The growing regrets bit the righteous heart of Yusama like a poisonous snake, making him ask himself over and over again why he had to go out when the murderer was in danger of escaping?Why didn't he notice the boy who came quietly behind him?Why is the first reaction after discovering the murderer is not to call the police but to try to catch him beyond his control?

Why...why would his just act of wanting to catch the murderer lead to a situation where the boy's life was hanging by a thread? !

"It's too low, it's really too low! After saying such embarrassing things, do you still deserve to call yourself a hero of justice!"

When Masayoshi Yusama kept lowering his stance and begging, even begging the murderer to let the boy go, no one would have thought that the young man who had never spoken since he was kidnapped would speak out to Masayoshi Yusama in an astonishing way. Words of reprimand.

"Aren't you a hero of justice? Isn't it the duty of a hero to bring down the villains and rescue the hostages? What are you still doing standing there? Hurry up and kick this sweaty, salty uncle away!"

Masayoshi Yusama never imagined that Igniz would still be able to say the same words as the Arabian Nights without changing his expression when his life was in danger and the shining knife was only a few centimeters away from the aorta.

...Yeah, isn't this exactly the part in the special film that has already been used badly?The vicious gangsters took hostages to threaten the hero, but the righteous hero seized the opponent's flaws and knocked down the gangster with one blow, successfully entangled the hostages, and rejoiced happy end.

Obviously it was the scene of showing great power to uphold justice several times in the dream, but when it really fell on him, he only felt the coldness like falling into an ice cave and his whole blood was about to freeze?

If he is really a hero, this is clearly an excellent opportunity to show off his skills...

Unfortunately, he is not a hero.

No matter how much you use the fantasy of the samurai flamenco to maintain the dreams that have not faded since childhood, it can't change the fact that Masayoshi Hatama is just an ordinary human youth.He has neither superhuman superpowers nor Ultraman's transformation, can't send out strange rays to defeat the enemy, and can't use supernatural powers to save the boy from the kidnapping of gangsters.

He is just an ordinary person who is so frightened when he sees someone he likes being threatened with his life that he can only beg the perpetrator to raise his hand.

Even though Hasama Masayoshi had a clear understanding in his subconscious that "the fantasy of the samurai flamenco will eventually break", he never imagined that this day would be so cruel and tyrannical that it would destroy his fantasy. This comes in the form of tearing to reveal the flesh-and-blood reality within.

When the person he liked was held hostage by the murderer, he, who was intoxicated in the dream of a righteous hero, finally realized that he was just an ordinary person who could do nothing about it, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't even arouse the idea of ​​​​resistance.

Any excessive movement may stimulate the murderer to tremble and cut the boy's neck...Under such cognition, Masayoshi Yusama couldn't even bring up the idea of ​​calling the police, and could only use pale words Ask each other over and over again.

He is powerless, not a hero at all.

The young man's ignorant speech irritated the sensitive murderer, and he became manic instantly. He pressed the blade directly to the skin on the young man's neck, and shouted fiercely, "What did you say? Say it again? Who? I can't save you, I can kill you right now!"

"I'll say it again and again, the righteous hero will defeat you, but you're just an ugly little bastard!" Even though the blade had cut through the outer layer of skin, the boy still spit out without fear Believe it, "Samurai Flamingo will arrest you, immediately!"

After running away without sleep for more than ten days, and almost being arrested by the criminal police, the murderer's spirit had already reached the critical point of collapse, and he immediately went berserk after being so stimulated by the young man, "Go to hell!!!"

The murderer with blood-red eyes let out an inexplicable roar, and then cut through the white and tender skin of the young man's neck with a sharp knife, cutting off the main artery under the skin and flesh and blood...

"No, don't—don't!!!"

Masayoshi Yusama rushed up like crazy, and instantly reached the young man at a speed faster than the [-]-meter sprint champion, and caught the young man who had been let go after the murderer slashed his throat with a knife. Covering the horrific wound on the young man's neck with his hand, he stopped the milky white blood flowing out continuously.

It turned out that Igniz's blood was really as white as milk.Yusama Masayoshi, who held the boy's icy body in his arms, even vaguely smelled the milky scent that gradually spread...

Because of the angle of sight, the murderer didn't see the wound on the boy's neck that was slashed deep enough to see the bone, nor did he see the blood that was completely different from ordinary people.Therefore, I didn't realize that I had killed a non-human murderer without any pressure. After a few curses at the boy and Yusama Masayoshi who was holding the boy, he threw away the short knife stained with milky white blood and turned and ran away. up.

"... Earthlings with fish lips, don't cry." Generally speaking, it is impossible for human beings to speak after their throats are cut, but the alien boy with milky white blood can still open and close his mouth to speak clearly , "It looks very ugly. He is a hero of justice, but he only shed tears here. It's too bad..."

The young man in Yusama Zhengyi's arms raised his hand softly, as if he wanted to wipe away the hot tears that were constantly dripping from the other's eyes, but in the end he raised his hand halfway but let it hang down feebly.

"What are you still doing in a daze... Hurry up and chase that murderer... Aren't you a hero of justice, warrior flamenco..."

These are the last words of the young man who dyed the half body of Masayoshi Yusama's clothes into pure white before he died.

This is also the last night that Masayoshi Hasama wore the clothes of a samurai flamenco and existed.

Since then, milky milk and samurai flamenco have become two forbidden areas that the graphic model can no longer face in this life.

Flamingo, the warrior, died along with that alien boy in the night when he dyed the ground white with his blood.

The author has something to say: Samurai Flamingo is over