Even when faced with death several times, Kira never thought he could escape from death, he had seen the people around him turn into dry bones, whether they were close to him, hostile, or unrelated. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Accepting death was never easy, at least for him.

But he was almost certain that the man sitting across from him was accustomed to it and would not waver in anyone's death.

Entering the safe zone, Kira saw the sea for the first time, and had only been to the sea a handful of times so far, but he was disgusted, and the influence of the sea breeze no longer made him relaxed, but inexplicably irritable.

The man sitting across from him just stared at the sea with empty eyes.

Maybe the body bag at his feet was the tool he had found to achieve his goal?

Kira looked away, her eyes off Patrick. All this is just his delusion, he doesn't really know Patrick's personality at all, and he can't make a conclusion based on his own subconscious thoughts.

"That's it," said the madman, "and if you go deeper, there won't be enough fuel for the helicopter." ”

"Let's check the situation at sea first. Patrick said lightly.

"Rest assured, there is nothing on the sea, no ships, no witnesses. ”

"Really......"

Patrick stood up. It's time to begin, a short and deep ritual. An irresistible force caused Kira to stand up as well, staring at the dark blue bag.

Patrick lifted the bag up, pushed a little harder, and dropped the helicopter. Somi and G41 also leaned towards them, and the four of them stood side by side, watching Ikaya sink to the bottom of the sea.

Rather than witnessing a person's death, it is better to emphasize the heaviness of the truth of death. It's so heavy that he can't breathe, so he desperately needs all kinds of ways to vent his feelings.

Perhaps unable to find a way to express himself, Patrick stiffly raised his hand and saluted the ocean.

"Good night, Ikaya. He said.

An hour later, they returned to their hideout in Chinatown. As soon as Patrick returned, he locked himself in a room, saying that he wanted the madman to adjust his equipment.

Kira went to the rooftop, armed with a flashlight, paper, and pen, and pondered how to write a letter to the sheriff. Perhaps it was time to tell the sheriff about Ikaya, or to express his condolences for the fallen officer, but when Kira lifted the pen, he couldn't write a word.

Kira sighed and put the pen and paper away. There was neither moon nor stars in the dark night sky, and although he hadn't slept for several days, he still didn't feel the slightest tiredness, and it seemed that tonight was another sleepless night.

"Eh, nothing?"

The voice behind her was familiar, and Kira turned her head to the rooftop, and it was a girl in white with a pair of canine ears on the rooftop.

He remembered that it was a human figure who followed Patrick all the time, and his name seemed to be ...... G41？

"Huh, what are Kira doing here?"

"Hu......h? It's kind of a distraction. ”

"Yes," G41 smiled, "after all, a lot has happened. ”

She came over to her and sat down with her hands folded on her knees. Those blue eyes looked at the distant sky, and there was not a single flaw under the delicate appearance that all human beings possessed.

He wasn't the only one, everyone often overlooked her, a human form that was inseparable from Patrick. Kira thought that maybe he could learn something from the G41 and change something. Patrick made such an arrogant farce, and in his mind, the image was already very unbearable.

"What do you think...... Patrick...... What kind of people are they?"

I didn't answer, did I ask too abruptly......

"What do you think?" asked G41 rhetorically.

"I?...... Kira racked her brains, searching for a word that would best describe Patrick.

However, whatever he wanted, he could only come up with the word monster.

"Monster, right?"

"Huh?"

"Your mouth shape is all spoken~" G41 smiled, "That's right, the master is a monster, it's scary." ”

"Huh?!"

"However, the host was hard and tired. He was also scared and blamed himself, and every night when he went to sleep, he would open his eyes after a while, and he had nightmares all the time, although he pretended to wake up naturally every time. ”

"Well, I thought Patrick didn't feel like that, and he looked expressionless......"

"No, that's not the case," G41 shook his head, "the master is not emotionless, it's not that he's lost, it's just that he's been hiding and ignoring." He had to do it, from the moment he became like this...... The owner must be very envious of you, you will cry and laugh, you have a sense of morality and justice, and you have a past worth remembering. ”

Kira listened quietly, confused. How is it possible for a person to become like this?

"The master knows that he can't have these, whether it's the war ten years ago, or the events of now, if the master is like you, he can't live, let alone succeed. You know that, right? Deep down, you'd love to do that, right? But you tell yourself you're going crazy if you do too much violation, aren't you?"

Yes, he would never be able to kill so many innocent people, not to mention the question of whether he was capable enough, as an ordinary human, the growing guilt would definitely drive him crazy.

"Why? Why does Patrick carry so much?"

"No why, the master is such a person, what can be done?"

The black-and-white photograph hanging high in the center, the brilliant and pale wreath, walking here, even if it is irrelevant, will unconsciously fall into sadness.

Okita didn't look the same, except that the red shirt with the base layer was changed to white. When he arrived at the funeral home, it was empty, and all the people who came to pay his respects were probably gone.

Okita took two steps forward and saluted the sheriff of Black Horn Harbor in a dignified manner, perhaps for the last time. Tomorrow, Sun Yichu's body will be cremated, and no matter whether Okita's final outcome will be like his, there will be no chance to meet again after that.

If this sheriff has a family...... Hopefully they didn't see him dead.

After paying his respect, Okita put on his sunglasses and walked to the door.

"Finished?"

"Sheriff?" he was surprised to see the woman leaning against the door. She disappeared for a little while, and now she suddenly appeared here, which inevitably surprised Okita.

As far as the current situation is concerned, they have not encountered it, and it is all unexpected by Okita.

He was stunned for a moment, the sheriff's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't know if it was due to lack of sleep or something else.

"Won't you go in and have a look?"

"No," Kuro smiled, "It's not like the dead haven't seen it, so don't worry too much." ”

Okita opened his mouth, and the voice got stuck in his throat. He couldn't say that the sheriff was lying to him, she cared, and he couldn't pretend not to know and say that the sheriff was going too far, because it was too contrived.

There's only one way, to avoid it.

"So where are we going next? Stop Hades, or there's going to be more of that. ”

"Of course, we're still going to stop him. But something like this will never happen again, and there is a limit to the government's patience. ”

Kuro turned his back, faced the funeral home, took off his hat, and bowed deeply. It was a long time before she got up and put her hat on.

"If Hades is not stopped, an even greater tragedy will happen. ”