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Nanfeng looked at Mu Zihan coldly.

Although she still looked like a slender human girl, she knew very well that the person sitting there was no longer human.

The mechanical electronic female voice in the headphones is still analyzing the situation: "The target body surface temperature has dropped, 36 degrees Celsius...... 34.2 degrees Celsius...... 27 degrees Celsius. Demonization confirmed, please be ready for battle, and the first-level suppressor will be removed. ”

There was a subtle clicker on the wrist, the sound of the suppressor unlocking. The south wind moved his right foot silently, and the muscles in his leg were accumulating.

"Can I ask a question?"

He Yang suddenly spoke.

"When did your condition deteriorate to the point where you needed heart exchange surgery?"

"What?"

The little monster sitting there tilted his head in confusion, as if he didn't understand what He Yang was talking about.

"Half a year ago, because there were no matching organs, I had to drag ...... Why do you ask this?"

He Yang's jaw tensed and trembled silently. He pursed his lips, as if he had left a certain sentence in his mouth, and rolled his Adam's apple up and down several times before finally saying it.

"So I'll be sure. ”

“...... What are you sure about?"

He Yang's voice lowered: "The next words are just a conjecture of mine. Before I say this conjecture, I will confirm it one last time, do you think Xu Yang's last wish is for you to avenge her?"

"Then what's not?" Mu Zihan sneered briefly, "Uncle, you don't want to learn those third-rate TV series, saying stupid things like 'even if you take revenge on the dead, they won't come back', 'she doesn't want you to do this if she knows underground'?"

Her voice slowly sank: "She left her heart to me, and I have to avenge her." ”

"No, I'm just confirming one thing. ”

He Yang's expression was bitter that Nanfeng had never seen before.

"You really haven't read those two books. ”

Nanfeng's gaze followed He Yang to the two books in the corner of the table.

"Desire for Life: Van Gogh's Biography"

Dear Theo - Van Gogh's Epistolary Autobiography

Mu Zihan took a step ahead of her and asked the question in her heart.

"What does this have to do with Van Gogh?"

"You said Xu Yang likes Van Gogh. He Yang smiled slightly wryly, "So I guess she probably made the same decision as Van Gogh." ”

"What do you mean?"

Mu Zihan's voice also became dry.

- What she wants to say, I know.

- But does a person really know another person as well as she thinks she does?

――Are those words hidden deep in the heart really so easy to guess?

Van Gogh committed suicide because of his mental illness and the stress of life, and because Theo had an economic crisis, Theo's son was sick, but Theo had no savings and was in danger of being fired from the company...... Van Gogh realized that he was a burden to Theo. An important reason why he chose to die was that he didn't want to drag Theo down. ”

Mu Zihan's hands suddenly trembled slightly, and a terrible premonition was pressed down, and as long as she thought about it a little, she would feel chills all over her body.

However, He Yang said it.

"When Xu Yang committed suicide, he still wanted you to live well. Live well with her heart. ”

Just like when Van Gogh committed suicide, he wanted Theo to live well. He thought that if he died, Theo would be able to rest on his useless brother, who could not give him anything in return. He felt that his life was worthless and hopeless, so he gave it up.

He thought it was for his own good.

"She thought it was for your own good. ”

- For your own good.

Mu Zihan's shoulders trembled uncontrollably. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound, and the sound seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she could only make a silent breath sound.

"Why, how am I?" she shook her head unconsciously, her lips pulling a few times before pulling out an unformed arc, "You said she committed suicide...... Good for me?"

Nanfeng lowered his hand/gun behind her and slowly closed his eyes.

According to the surveillance video, Xu Yang has been protecting his chest when he was hit by a car. "She's protecting the heart that is going to leave it to you." ”

- That's right, your friend really thinks it's good for you to die.

-- People like them, they always think so.

The south wind couldn't help but think of the clouds at this moment.

To Yunjing, being alive was a terrible thing, even every breath made him feel tired, and the wounds of that day had never healed, and even the slightest touch would have brought intense pain. He was afraid of this pain, and he hated his powerless self to the point of no return. Life alone was enough to bore him. He was alive only because, they both knew very well, that his death would be a devastating blow to her, and that this time she might never be able to get back up again.

He lived for her. This is the biggest difference between Xu Yang and Yunjing.

Nanfeng could easily imagine Xu Yang's logic. For Xu Yang, life is full of pain and meaningless, and struggle will only bring more suffering. So Xu Yang thinks that instead of continuing this shameful and worthless life, it is better to simply die and leave her heart to her best friend so that she can live.

Suicide lovers are desperate and self-righteous with good intentions.

The three words "for your own good", this simply terrible kindness, sometimes destroys a person more than any kind of malice in the world. The giver of grace decides at his own discretion, but the recipient cannot refuse. She thought it was liberation and salvation, but in fact it was the biggest destruction of the other party.

You see, isn't the girl who was forced to accept this kindness trembling there?

Nanfeng raised his gun again and aimed it at Mu Zihan's heart.

"I say it again, He Yang, get out of there. She's just as dangerous now as the vampire you met before. ”

Nanfeng knew very well that Mu Zihan had become the same thing as that vampire.

-- Deterioration species. Inferior demons formed after tomorrow.

The blood of demons will erode humans and transform them into demons. Since the day Mu Zihan transplanted Xu Yang's heart, she is no longer human. Completely, it's no longer human.

He Yang didn't leave there immediately.

He looked at Mu Zihan and solemnly said that sentence word by word.

"She wants you to be happy, not to avenge her. ”

"Why do you say that?" Mu Zihan's voice raised, "Is it because of the so-called Van Gogh? Do you think I will believe it? What do you know about her?!"

"I really don't know Xu Yang. All my guesses come from how you describe her. He Yang's voice remained calm, "So I can't figure out why you haven't realized this yet—do you remember what you said?"

“...... What?"

"You told me that Xu Yang didn't tell you anything. Even if you notice that something is wrong with her, no matter how much you ask, she insists that she is fine. ”

Mu Zihan's eyes slowly widened. In He Yang's voice, she suddenly realized the most critical point, the point that her eyes blinded by hatred had never noticed.

Hate blinds. Love will too.

"A friend who is most afraid of you worrying about her, will her last wish be 'avenge me'?"

Xu Yang was not even willing to let Mu Zihan be angry and worried about her, how could he want to throw her into the abyss of hatred and revenge?

He Yang stood up, stopped at Mu Zihan's side, put his hand on her shoulder, soothed, and left with a touch.

"Maybe I'm nosy. He lowered his eyes, "I just think you should find out that - you weren't abandoned by her." It's not because you're not important enough that she'll throw you to die. ”

Mu Zihan stopped trembling. Tears slid down her face, silently.

Xu Yang's smile appeared in front of her eyes again, and the words that she hadn't conveyed at that time had finally arrived.

- You are important, more important than my life.

Mu Zihan was speechless, only to smile. It's just that smile, Xu Yang can't see it anymore. No one saw it.

- Well, you too.

She thought in a trance, in fact, it hurts to be eroded by that kind of blood, and the feeling of becoming a big snake is not at all uncomfortable, and human flesh is so unpalatable, even if you swallow it reluctantly, you will vomit it, and every time you change from a snake back to a human being, it is the most difficult time, the blood and internal organs are cold, so cold that it hurts, and people don't even have the strength to walk. Even those tyrannical pleasures, when calmed down, only bring about a doubling emptiness.

But she couldn't stop. I don't want to stop either. It doesn't matter if you have to die for it.

Mu Zihan thought about it and thought with a smile, she and Xu Yang were really good friends. Even stupid stupid together.

Tears fell down and hit the girl's wrist, slightly cold.

He Yang walked towards the south wind, and suddenly a very small voice came from behind him.

"Thank you. ”

It's so delicate, as if it has no strength, but it has a slight smile in its voice.

He Yang's footsteps couldn't help but pause, but in the middle of this pause, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind behind him, the shadow in front of him suddenly stretched and widened, and the expression of the south wind in front of him also changed, which was an expression that He Yang had never seen before.

Almost at the same moment, the south wind had leapt in front of him.

Then, kick him out hard!

"Woooooo――――――oooo

He Yang slammed into the wall, only to feel that his internal organs were about to be kicked out by this kick, and the bones of his whole body were creaking in protest, but before he could react, the muffled sound of two bullets passing through ** had resounded through the room!

Blood splattered onto the table and walls, slowly dragging the scarlet trails. The monster with the human head and snake body fell on its back and fell to the ground with a heavy and muffled sound.

He Yang looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and forgot to breathe.

The black scales of the snake faded from the girl's body, revealing her pale and sickly skin, and the guns/wounds on her chest were gushing blood in a steady stream, accumulating a puddle of red on the ground, and the little girl choked violently, coughing up a slightly pink blood foam.

Time seems to slow down.