Miss Tsushima

The night is very dark.

There are flashes of light on the ground, the sky is black, everything is turned upside down, like an absurd drama representing a heavy picture, a black sky, a chalice of pure gold, a chariot of steel.

People raised their heads and watched this scene, as if their vocal cords had been removed. Although the crowd was crowded, they could hear the quiet needle drop. A gloomy silence spread among the crowd, surrounded only by darkness.

In the dark silence, in the midst of all eyes.The body glowing lead gray cut through the silent night.

"Miss Tsushima..."

Nakahara Nakaya raised his head and watched the chariot appearing in the sky, the face of Tsushima Hiiragi.

Pale, thin, always with a tired face, she has never changed? It is still the same as when we first met.

Ms. Tsushima will not change. Seeing her face, Nakahara Chuya's heart suddenly settled down.

No matter what others say, no matter what the evidence points to? Tsushima Hiiragi, he never doubted her.

The number one suspect in this case, Tsushima Hiiragi, finally appeared. At this moment, all the characters who should appear are gathered together.

The wind lifted the luxurious curtains and messed up Tsushima Hiiragi's black hair. In the cold winter night, her face was as pale as ever.

"Dun, the real meeting seems to have happened a few times."

Tsushima Hiiragi's voice was ethereal, and his tone was erratic like a gust of wind, "You have changed a lot from four years ago."

She leaned against the car door, staring at the huge Enoshima shield with heavy eyes, "To be precise, it's more distorted than before death, shield."

"You are becoming less and less human now."

"It's Miss Tsushima."

Enoshima Shield blinked slowly, and when looking at Tsushima Hiiragi, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You are still the same as before, you haven't changed at all."

"You are an immutable existence."

The smile on his face is getting bigger and bigger, the bright and bright smile is just like the popular super high school model back then, without the slightest haze, "It's still exactly the same despair!"

"Why are you standing there?"

Enoshima Shield's ten fingers were entangled. As for the chin? Under the chin? His fingers were narrow and slender, and his red nails were particularly conspicuous. "Obviously my side is more suitable for you."

The bright red is dazzling, Tsushima Hiiragi was silent for a while, and recalled in a trance, Enoshima shield was this kind of red in 10 minutes, from fourteen to death.

Just like him? A person, intense and crazy red, so red that it hurts.

Taking pleasure in the desperation of others, breaking all rules and regulations, turning society upside down, doing whatever it takes to achieve her goals, and even sacrificing everything.

It's not that I can't feel the emotion, it's just that this emotion may have been distorted from the beginning.

Enoshima shield is an extremely evil that can't be cultivated, and it is a born? Bad species.

"Follow your heart, don't be bound by those worldly things, these people—"

Enoshima Shield said indifferently, "Why do you want to protect such an existence?"

"To Ms. Tsushima, it doesn't really matter."

Enoshima Jun seemed to know her very well, and smiled, "Look."

His finger painted with bright red nail polish casually pointed at the crowd, like the hand of a god hanging from the sky, with a high and merciless,

"these people--"

On the ground, people gathered in groups, trembling and shrinking, looking at the sky.

"Maybe some people just got married, and those who love each other have gone through hardships to get together. Maybe some people just became parents, and there are children waiting for them to go back at home. Maybe they all have a reason to live."

"But--"

Enoshima Shield withdrew his hand,

"What does this have to do with you, and what does it have to do with me?"

"Miss Tsushima, why do you have to act like a saint? I know it." Enoshima Shield's eyes curled up, "You don't understand human feelings."

"Love and hate, likes and dislikes, human beings have mixed feelings, you can't integrate into this society, from the past, why are human beings so scary, so dirty - from the first meeting, your That's how the eyes tell me that you are my kind."

"Afraid of society, afraid of human beings, if they are all destroyed, there is nothing to be afraid of. Isn't that bad?"

"At the end of the day, you don't care whether these people are dead or alive. You just regulate yourself according to the law in your heart."

"Maybe someone doesn't want to die, maybe someone has a reason to want to live no matter what, so I want to save them?"

"Stop fooling yourself."

The pupils of Enoshima Shield's eyes are like ice in the polar circle, with a bottomless blue surging underneath, with clearly visible malice.

"I don't care what they think. How do you try to survive? Go? What does it matter to me?"

"Ants have to look like ants." He judged indifferently, "I like to see the sad and weeping appearance the most."

"I don't have any reason to do these things, just because I want this result."

"I want to despair, that's all."

Enoshima Shield raised his eyelids and stared at Tsushima Hiiragi, "Come to me, Miss Tsushima, the despair on your body is the most beautiful flower I have ever seen blooming."

Tsushima Hiiragi maintained the same posture, silently listening to Enoshima Jun's words.

After he finished speaking, she remained silent, and after a few seconds, she spoke slowly,

"That's all, the last thing you want to say."

Tsushima Hiiragi stood on the shaft of the steel chariot, leaning on the door, "Maybe, as you said, Yokohama, Tokyo, or even the whole of Japan, there are 1000 people, tens of thousands of people--to me it's the same."

"For me, I don't care what happens to other people, but if there are one or two existences that I value among the tens of thousands, I will never let you destroy this world."

"You mean, you don't really care about other people's life and death, you just want to save this world for one person?"

"It's really hypocritical."

Tsushima Hiiragi smiled slightly, "Hypocritical, selfish, cowardly, this is me."

"I love this world, and I also love this world. I own very little, so I will never allow others to touch a single bit."

The author has something to say: it will be over soon,

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