Chapter 12 [Poison into the Bone Marrow (II)]

Tang Feng's face became a little pale after listening to Fujiwara Mieko's words, because he knew that Liu Changfeng secretly trained these people in order to give the enemy a fatal blow at a critical moment in the future, and unfortunately Tang Feng was destined to be Liu Changfeng's most hated enemy.

Tang Feng knew that he would definitely face the attacks of these poisonous people in the future, but fortunately, he knew the existence of these poisonous people in advance, and Tang Feng believed that he would definitely think of a way to deal with these monsters, even if he couldn't think of that brainstorming, he would always be able to think of a way.

You must know that there are many difficult things in the world, but there are many solutions.

Tang Feng seemed to think of something, glanced at Fujiwara Mieko's face, and said, "Let me give you a pulse." ”

Tang Feng now only has a burst of pity for the woman in front of him.

Yes, if a person is about to die, then all hatred is gone, and enemies are no longer enemies, but friends are still friends.

Fujiwara Mieko lifted her sleeves, revealing her bloody arm full of bite marks, this arm should have been ice muscle and jade skin, but now it has become like this, Tang Feng's fingers hit Fujiwara Mieko's wrist and began to check the pulse.

After a while, Tang Feng sighed and said: "The poison in your body has melted into the bone marrow, the toxin has entered the internal organs, your internal organs have begun to fail and fester, and you will die anytime and anywhere, I am afraid that you will not survive tonight at the longest." ”

Fujiwara Mieko didn't react much, she just smiled, if her smile was charming before, but now it's a little infiltrating.

I only heard her say faintly: "I already knew that I was hopeless." ”

"Then why do you have to do all your best and all your best to escape."

"Because I'm a ninja, a ninja can't allow himself to wait for death, maybe that's the dignity of a ninja."

When Fujiwara Mieko said this, she was already less inlet and more out, Tang Feng hurriedly used the golden needle technique to help her stimulate the life potential of the most reluctant, and her strength was like a needle, stimulating the acupoints, Fujiwara Mieko's face was a little ruddy, but Tang Feng She was already dying, and this was completely a return to the light.

Fujiwara Mieko sighed, glanced at Tang Feng with some gratitude, and said weakly: "But the biggest reason why I came out is that I want to take a good look at this world, take a good look at this world that I am familiar with and unfamiliar with, I have never taken a good look at this world, or I only see a part of this world, I want to see the beauty of this world, I want to appreciate the splendor of this world, I don't want to live in my own world." ”

"You're just for this?" Tang Feng didn't quite understand her.

Fujiwara Mieko continued to laugh and speak, she smiled easily, although ugly but no longer murderous and obnoxious: "After I escaped, I found myself with no place to go, I had no friends at all, organization? I don't want to go back at all because I'll be cleaned up when I do. When I walked along the street, everyone on the street saw me and smelled my scent and ran away, but this one was good."

She began to recount what happened to her escape and wander the streets.

Some people spit on her, some people pity her, when she was a beggar, she was once so invincible.

Tang Feng listened to Fujiwara Mieko in silence, she was faintly narrating the whole time, as if she was telling a third party's story, but Tang Feng knew that these things really happened to her.

"You" Tang Feng wanted to comfort her a few words, but when he saw her gaze, he didn't know how to say it.

"Can you hug me, please?" She whispered a pitiful request.

She was full of ugliness, she was about to end this remnant of life, her eyes were full of pleading, Tang Feng felt that she was very pitiful, really pitiful, so he couldn't bear to refuse at all, he hugged Fujiwara Mieko.

The night is lonely, the night is like water, and the night is charming.

One minute, this hug was only one minute, and Mieko Fujiwara walked calmly towards death in this minute.

All she could think of was one of the few good times in her life.

Some happy moments with her family and her when she was 4 years old, then gone, because she started her brutal ninja training when she was 5 years old, and then there was darkness and it never ended

It was the image that had been in her mind for the longest time: a man took off his coat and draped it over a naked/naked woman in a place filled with gunsmoke.

This woman is her, that's what she thought at the time.

She didn't quite understand Tang Feng's actions, because in her concept, it was not an ugly thing for a woman to die naked, because she had traded her flesh and body countless times in her life in exchange for tasks and benefits, and in her opinion, her beautiful body as a woman was just a special weapon when performing tasks.

But she thought about it for a while, and thought that this man turned out to be a Chinese, yes, people in this ancient country are full of conservative thoughts, and in the thinking of Chinese people, this kind of death that exposes the vital organs of his body is a kind of disrespect for the deceased, so he put clothes on himself.

She thought this kind of thinking was very pedantic, but when she thought about it, wasn't it also a form of respect? At this moment, Fujiwara Mieko felt an unusually warm heart, a warmth that had never been generated, and she suddenly thought of a sentence: This is the first time I feel the joy and warmth of being a human being and a woman.

She suddenly has a desire that is to live a normal life, the same food, the same love, these are things she has never experienced, she longs to be cared for by men, no longer just a physical transaction, the venting of desires, and the satisfaction and conquest of men.

The meteor flashed away, Fujiwara Mieko's eyes closed, her life was as short and beautiful as this meteor, but the meteor was actually a broom star, but the meteor was always appreciated.

Her whole life is a life of poisoning, poisoned into the bone marrow, there is no cure, no one can save her.

So her end is only death, and maybe death is a kind of relief for her.

Because she understood a lot before she died, because after death, she didn't have to suffer a lot and do the evil obstacle of murder.

Her death is indeed a relief and luck, because there is only one person holding him, this person is a man, a man who still treats her as a person in his heart, she is no longer a tool for killing, a tool for revenge.

At this time, she was very pitiful, but why bother in the first place? How is it not self-inflicted?

Tang Feng would kill Tang Feng mercilessly when she was Tang Feng's opponent, but when she was about to die, she was just a woman. And Tang Feng thinks he is still a man.

So he buried Fujiwara Mieko's blue body, which had begun to decompose.

The decaying body was a sign of her pitiful and hateful life.

Poisoned into the bone marrow?

Indeed, she was really poisoned into the bone marrow.

In this life, Fujiwara Mieko always thought that she would be loyal to the Yamaguchi-gumi, deal with anyone by any means, kill people and set fires, and kill all heretics, she was a filial son so she obeyed her parents' teachings and dedicated her all to the Yamaguchi-gumi, and her life was to kill people and eradicate dissidents.

What is the Yamaguchi-gumi thing? That's the absolute radical old left, the remnants of militarism, they're the underworld, they're crazy, they're murderers, people who believe in them.

Isn't this poisoned into the bone marrow?

Liu Changfeng, Ye Qian, and Lone Star, are they any different from Fujiwara Mieko? How are they not poisoned to the marrow?

The moonlight was miserable, Tang Feng looked at the bright moon with deep eyes, with a calm but a hint of sadness, a trace of inexplicable sigh, and a trace of unpredictable relief on his face.

In the moment before death, can a person really recall all the past events in his life?

How much joy was there in his life? How much pain?

When he died, how much joy, beauty, pain, and crying could he recall?

Did someone else fail him, or did he lose someone else?

These are questions that no one can answer except himself.