[K] Shoot Zhou Fangzun

In order to avoid more accidents, the researchers used powerful sedative hypnotics on Ogata after obtaining the consent of the Red King.The medicinal solution injected from the back of the neck took effect very quickly, the black-haired girl struggled weakly, and could only close her eyes unwillingly in the arms of the king.

Handing the scarred armed girl to the members of the medical team, Zhou Fang subconsciously touched the wound at the junction of his shoulder and neck, "Hiss." The warm blood from the wound stained his fingertips, he withdrew his hand, frowning impatiently He flicked it, but the bright red on his finger stubbornly irritated his eyes.

Zhou Fang stared at his left hand for a while, it was full of bright red, moist and sticky to the touch.

Most of the blood was from Ogata. She pinched her palm in excruciating pain, and the scorching liquid flowing from her palm was held by him with one hand.He still remembered the four half-moon wounds on the girl's open right palm when she was put on the stretcher.

"Mr. Zhou Fang, your wound..." Yosuke Tanaka hesitated again and again, but decided to remind him. He unconsciously used honorifics, and the fear of the violent red king had not subsided in his heart.

The eyes that had returned to clear amber turned slowly towards him, and the young researcher trembled subconsciously. The other party paused for a few seconds, and hummed in a low voice.

The team leader Tanaka who received the response quickly called the members of the medical team to clean the wound for the Scarlet King. He explained to Zhou Fang: "Mr. Zhou Fang, today is October 23rd. Miss Fang came back for the second round of re-examination."

"Due to the lack of understanding of Ms. Ogata's situation, there have been certain problems in the preparation of this re-examination, which has caused you trouble. I am very sorry! On behalf of the second scientific research team, I would like to assure you that the next time I will target Ms. Ogata With specialized surgical equipment designed, this would never happen again."

After the wound on the side neck was covered with gauze, Zhou Fang pushed away the members of the medical team who were about to wrap the bandage. He put his hands back into the side pockets of his jeans, squinted at Yosuke Tanaka and asked, "Next time? Every time Want a sample?"

The leader of the second scientific research team, Tanaka, was silent for a few seconds because of the red king's displeasure, and finally said with firm belief in scientific research: "Yes. Live samples can provide more and more detailed experiments. Data, a special experimental subject like Miss Ogata, as far as I am concerned, I am not willing to let it wander outside the research institute."

"Mr. Zhou Fang, I believe you have also seen the incredibleness of the golden mistletoe. When Toru Ogata lost all mobility, the mistletoe in her body acted as bones and meridians, providing her with the opportunity to move freely. This rare high-strength parasite has extremely high scientific value, I hope you can understand!"

Although his head was tied with gauze and he looked embarrassed, Yosuke Tanaka at this moment showed a somewhat different temperament from when we first met because of his seriousness. He bowed slightly and asked, "We are actively fighting for the right to recover Ms. Ogata's body. , golden mistletoe is a cross-age product that can promote the development of contemporary life science and technology, as a scientific researcher, I ask Mr. Zhou Fang to take this matter seriously."

"Not for me personally, but for the progress of all mankind."

Zhou Fang's gaze fell on his face, and the young researcher in white robe had a firm gaze.

The red-haired young man looked away, leaned over to pick up the collection of poems that had fallen on the ground, raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, reached out and wiped the blood on the book cover, and replied in a low voice: "It's so far away... Tsk."

"I will protect her." His voice was hoarse and calm, and he opened the poetry collection, looking for the page he hadn't read before.

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Notwithabangbutawhimper.

The old pages of the book were soaked in blood, and the dry crimson color was close to black. Zhou Fang stroked the rough and slightly wet paper with his fingertips, and silently read the last sentence.

Notwithabangbutawhimper.

This is how the world ends, not with a bang, but with a sob.

He couldn't help but recall Xu Fang's crying "let me go".

Tears are a symbol of fragility, and crying is the defeat of the body. The Gun of Judgment, which stands at the top of the ability pyramid of supernatural beings, never sheds tears for such things as pain.But sometimes, even intellectual reluctance can't stop the body from crying.

Proud and vulnerable guy...

Zhou Fang closed the blood-stained poetry collection, looked up at the white ceiling in a daze.

He recalled that when he first met, on the second floor of Homra, the black-haired girl who was accidentally injured by him said tremblingly, "I don't want to hurt you".

After that, in the intensive care unit of S4, Ogata, who was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, asked him with a gentle smile, "Will I die?" In his silence, she smiled and said, "Ah, I see."

He still remembered that pair of emerald eyes gradually became moist, and his reluctance to speak was reflected in the moist green pupils.

Then Zhou Fang thought of that afternoon, when the warm golden sunlight slanted into the room, the quiet black-haired girl sat sideways obediently at his feet, looked up at him tenderly, her emerald eyes were filled with golden fragments of sunlight.

"You can understand? This feeling of loneliness."

"Please don't abandon me, okay?"

That gentle and dependent tone was like soft seaweed, slowly strangling the rejection he was trying to say, the once firm thought softened under her gaze, and finally brewed into a hoarse promise.

He had no idea of ​​keeping her at first, and he ignored her even when she asked.

But why did it develop to the present...

Zhou Fang lowered his head and looked at the dried blood scab on his palm again.

Enraged by her resistance, irritated by her distrust, a violent desire to destroy can only be satisfied by seeing her bleed.

He remembered the conversation he had with Kusanagi a few days ago.

After accidentally injuring Ogata, he watched her be taken away by the emergency rescue center. He sat alone in the public room on the second floor filled with the smell of blood, and his hands were also stained with her blood.

Kusanagi threw him a pack of cigarettes and sat down opposite him.

"It's not her." He lit a cigarette, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, leaned back on the sofa, and said vaguely, "It's not the same person as that day."

"At least it's the same body." Kusanagi was also smoking a cigarette, sizing him up with sharp blue eyes behind purple polarized glasses, "There's no need to feel guilty, it's not your fault, sir."

He hummed lazily and did not speak for a long time.

"I care about it? Because the other party is acting innocent?" The blond young man smiled, took off his cigarette, and flicked the burnt ash into the ashtray, "Although I will support whatever decision you make, but as a Courtier, I still want to remind you that she is different from Eric."

"The guy who planned to assassinate you a few days ago appeared in front of you today with an amnesiac appearance, and you can't do it if you don't want to doubt it... Ha, what's the use of talking about it, you won't take it to heart anyway Up."

Kusanagi Izumo showed an expression of indifference and a smile. He played with the bright silver lighter with one hand, and said lazily: "It's not good to follow the king who is too powerful. I don't care about the attacker at all. As a guardian There is no sense of accomplishment at all.”

The red-haired young man sneered, glanced at him lazily, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and held it between his fingers.After shaking the lit cigarette for a while, he said in a low voice, "She wants to stay."

"Huh?" Kusanagi bit his cigarette butt and gave him a sideways glance, "You agreed?"

"……not yet."

The blond young man burst out laughing, "Hey, isn't your answer just to say that you intend to agree? Really... If Shi Shu was here, he would try his best to persuade you to keep her. He can't do anything to the weak. No."

Kusanagi looked at him with a half-smile, "But what I'm saying... To be honest, I don't want it at all. But it seems that you have already made up your mind, then I will take care of her, please rest assured."

He was silent for a while, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not like you to be so polite~" Kusanagi shrugged, "In short, keep a distance, and see what she wants to do first."

The blond man propped his head on one hand, tilted his head to look at him, narrowed his sharp eyes behind the purple polarized glasses, and reminded in a gentle tone: "Zun, keep your distance, huh?"

He absently put on a cigarette, and said in a low voice, "Troubleshooting."

Tsk, keep your distance.