You say this is a love game?

But just when Zashiki was stunned and Mizutani Makoto was bending down, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind him. Hosokawa Toshiya took out a small knife from his arms and stabbed Mizutani Makoto with the tip of the knife.

It's not like what is shown in movies and TV shows, where you have to roar loudly to increase your momentum before stabbing someone.

True murderous intent is silent. No matter how ferocious the expression on one's face is, one is unwilling to make any noise and disturb the other party.

Toshiya Hosokawa didn't want to wait for death.

For more than a month, he had to carry a knife in his pocket before he could sleep. Besides being afraid of his creditors, he was also afraid that the police would come to his door.

Seeing this, Mizutani Makoto had no intention of paying any attention to him. He also had a premonition that his life was coming to an end, so he fought like a madman to find a last chance to survive.

This knife——

The blood-red pupils behind Mizutani Makoto suddenly widened, and a strong sense of fear suddenly grew from the bottom of Hosokawa Toshiya's heart.

The fruit knife fell to the ground with a clang.

Mizutani Makoto's cape curled up behind him, and he spun around, sending the man flying into the air. Hosokawa Toshiya lay prone on the ground, clutching his abdomen and retching in agony, wailing in despair like a stranded fish.

"You're still thinking of killing me at this point?"

Mizutani Makoto admitted that he laughed angrily.

"It's true that a dog can't change its habit of eating shit."

Think about what Toshiya Hosokawa did.

Stifling the conscious victim, stuffing him into a suitcase, burying him alive... How can ordinary people understand the cruelty and ruthlessness involved?

And you mean to make me believe that such a beast can reform and become a new human being?

He stared at the prostrate man with contempt.

It's really good.

There is actually bad news in this regard.

Like most of his old family members, Makoto Mizutani, regardless of whether he agrees with Confucianism or not, has a bit of Confucianism under the influence of the cultural atmosphere and family. That is, he likes to reason with people, and has the disadvantage of having a "higher moral level".

But there is good news.

Among Confucianists, the shorter one prefers the taller one, and he prefers Gongyang Confucianism.

It’s not that he agrees with the idea that all natural and man-made disasters tend to be political, but he believes that among all the Confucian schools, Gongyang Ru, who took up his sword and mounted his horse to kill bandits, took up his pen to discuss philosophy and fought on all sides, and shouted the great revenge concept of "nine generations of hatred can still be avenged", is definitely more in line with the physique of contemporary Laojia Baobao.

——It’s too lazy to listen.

We must believe in our ancestors’ simple values ​​of justice!

Mizutani Makoto turned his wrist and this time invited out his brother the kitchen knife.

"I'm not a psychopath, nor a murderer. I've never imagined bloody scenes like torture and killing."

He said coldly:

"So—just stand still, and I'll try to make your death as quick and easy as possible."

Some people screamed and struggled to get up and run forward even if they had to crawl on the ground.

But the next moment, a flying kitchen knife flew out, and with such force it chopped off Hosokawa Toshiya's right calf.

Mizutani Makoto looked down at his wrist which was wrapped in blood veins, then looked back at Zashiki who was lowering his head, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth silently.

"Ahhh!"

Blood was everywhere.

Toshiya Hosokawa's calf was cut off directly, and blood gushed out from the broken part like a fountain.

Makoto Mizutani refused to kill.

But I can't stand this guy's clumsiness, I have to escape...

Soon, Toshio Hosokawa no longer needed to scream.

In the pool of blood covering the ground, the kitchen knife he threw emerged. Mizutani Makoto bent down to pick it up and walked forward with brisk steps.

Toshiya Hosokawa turned over and pushed the ground with his only remaining left leg, but this leg was broken by Mizutani Makoto's kick.

Mizutani Makoto wanted to chop off his head, but he held his head with his hands, which made Mizutani Makoto laugh.

"Is your will to survive so strong?"

Then chop off your hands too!

The tar cloak rustled in the wind, and the blade burned by it would feel a pain similar to a burn when it cut through flesh.

puff!

Makoto Mizutani grabbed Toshiya Hosokawa's hair and pulled his head up. Toshiya Hosokawa, whose right leg and left arm had been chopped off, was already crying, and his face was distorted by extreme pain and fear.

In the end, he didn't lie.

His knife was fast enough to decapitate the head with one blow, freezing the head's expression in desperate terror.

The blood bloomed like a flower.

The thick blood dripping from the hem of the zashiki skirt seemed to come alive, soaking the area within a radius of dozens of meters at an extremely fast speed. The corpse soaked in the blood sank down, into the soil, and was buried deep underground.

I could faintly hear a scream so sharp that it hurt my eardrums, which actually sounded a bit like Toshiya Hosokawa's cry.

The next moment, the blood under her skirt began to collapse towards her and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if the ground that had just been soaked in blood was just an illusion.

Mizutani Makoto said nothing.

Makoto Mizutani bent down in front of a slope covered with wild flowers and weeds.

The sky is approaching dusk.

The setting sun is like a piece of coal that is about to go out, emitting a faint residual warmth.

The shadows of the trees were cast on the slope, and tears began to fall.

He didn't know how long he had been digging, repeating the action of moving the soil away. Zashiki cried silently, her tears falling on the soil under her feet, but not even a trace was left.

It was not until dusk fell, the sky turned blue-gray, and the buzzing of mosquitoes could be heard in the woods that Mizutani Makoto stopped digging with his bare hands.

What appeared before him was a suitcase covered with mud and oil.

The moment the suitcase was exposed, the faint stench suddenly took shape, first penetrating the nasal cavity, and then turning into an icicle that pierced the back of the head.

Mizutani Makoto felt a physical discomfort, a strong urge to vomit surged into his brain, and his stomach, which had not eaten for almost a day, was cramping and twitching.

He held back.

The suitcase had been buried deep underground for more than a month, and the scene inside was so tragic that it was hard to describe.

But, that's who she is.

A red and white sailor suit and a red skirt that's as eye-catching as a strawberry.

Mizutani Makoto held his breath, reached into the suitcase, and carried her out of the dark, narrow suitcase.

He heard it, he heard everything.

The girl's suppressed crying, the girl's frightened cries, the girl's panic and loneliness of being abandoned by the whole world.

"Zashiki?"

Mizutani Makoto lowered his ear and listened.

The corpse he held up trembled faintly.

After more than a month of decay, most of the soft tissue has liquefied. Only some skin, cartilage and hair remain on the corpse, and most of the bones are exposed.

The same was true of the two pairs of hands, with only small bones left, covered by school uniforms with obvious stains.

He brushed aside the only tangled short hair left on the corpse. The skeleton was trembling, and two fleshless arms raised up, wrapped around his neck, and hugged him like a hug.

Mizutani Makoto lowered his head.

There was a lovely girl hugging him, holding him tightly, sobbing softly.

"I found you."

He saw the girl's student badge.

There is a name written on it.

Yoshiko Satori.

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Chapter 050 Unfinished Business

Misty, dark...

When Mizutani Makoto woke up from his sleep, he felt that all the fatigue in his body had disappeared.

He was lying with his back to the wall, apparently having slept right next to it all night.

But he's in surprisingly good shape.

The corners of my mouth and throat are no longer dry.

The vitality that was drained by the "evil spirit" seemed to flow back into his body overnight.

Is he dead?

Exhausted to death, and then resurrected?

He cheered himself up and checked the system backpack. The "Immortal Totem" inside was still shown in the equipment and had not been consumed.

So what's wrong with him?

Just as Mizutani Makoto was about to get up, he felt a warm feeling coming from the left side of his body. It was the zashiki where someone was squatting, with their knees curled up, and leaning against him and sleeping.

No, her name is not "Zashiki".

Her name is "Satori Yoshiko".

It was only at this moment that Mizutani Makoto finally remembered what happened yesterday.

The truth, riding, chasing, beheading, digging, hugging... a series of scenes flashed through his mind, piecing together a complete memory. What he thought and felt at certain moments even surprised him when he recalled them afterwards, as he was surprised that he would really disregard life and death.

It’s all for Yoshiko…right?

Mizutani Makoto said, maybe.

This is not an emotion that can be triggered by simple "fate", the reasons are complicated.

He, too, has experienced a lot.

For example, the death of his sister Eka Mizutani, and the endless falling in the lonely world. After he woke up and climbed out of the abyss, his view of the whole world changed a lot.

Of course, it is also possible to put it simply.

In this matter, his personal values ​​are relatively simple and more in line with the aesthetic tastes of the people - he simply cannot stand this kind of human tragedy, and he cannot stand seeing certain beasts being protected by the law after committing crimes, or even getting away with it.

At this time, the wisdom of our ancestors comes into play - kill!

What's more, he was also fulfilling his promise to Satori Yoshiko.

He promised to find her, he promised to help her, he promised himself that he would resolve this matter, give this child true closure.

It is too lonely and miserable to be a vengeful spirit wandering in the world.

A man should do what he says.

"But, what happens after the matter is resolved?"

Mizutani Makoto couldn't help but wonder.

He had already prepared himself mentally for death and planned to use the Undying Totem to prolong his life, but in fact, he had completely lost consciousness last night.

After being hugged tightly by Yoshiko, the accumulated weakness and fatigue rushed towards him like a tsunami. He was swallowed up without any preparation and was directly drawn into the darkness.

He had a premonition - that coma should have taken away his resurrection coins, and sudden death from overwork was the end of his heroic record, which made him look more like a young hero who saw injustice and drew his sword to help.

But nothing happened.

Amidst the terrifying feeling of falling like drowning, he vaguely felt that something small was holding him tightly.