Al had never seen Yanagihara look like this.

In her impression. Yanagihara has always been a calm and lazy person, and may occasionally have a bit of a rough nerve.

But now, Yanagihara's body is filled with a deep sadness.

A kind of sadness that seems to be undissipating.

This makes her realize that Yanagihara is not a person who is completely indifferent to everything.

She also has her madness, her pain, it's just that she's not very good at expressing it. Most of the time, she just suppressed everything with silence.

"Alright."

Probably coming back from a trance, Yanagihara put away the short knife on the ground, got up and looked in the direction of several mercenaries, and spoke.

"Let's go and pay a moment of silence."

Even in this era, there is never a shortage of death.

The dead mercenary was buried in the canyon, and the group set out on their way.

The mercenary's original equipment was also handed over to Yanagihara, which was a rifle, four boxes of ammunition, and a standard long knife.

Yanagihara thought about it and gave all these things to Al, after all, walking on the ice field, she always needed some self-preservation ability.

In the car, Yanagihara wiped the blood stains on his body with a rag, and he must admit that a fifteen-meter-long monster was indeed bleeding a lot, almost drenching her from head to toe, and her coat was washed in vain.

At this point, she and Al are being towed behind by the group's large snowmobile.

Because the compartment of the large car is large enough, everyone sits together temporarily, and the closed compartment is very warm, which also makes Al a lot more comfortable.

"Hara, if you don't mind, you can go to the back compartment and take a shower."

Looking at Yanagihara's increasingly irritable way of wiping his hair, Jester smiled bitterly, leaned back in the back of the car, and pointed to a compartment behind him.

The snowmobile rented by De Rosso is of the highest specification, and its compartment is large enough to support four or five people living in it, living, doing laundry, cooking, and even bathing. By melting the snow water, there is no shortage of water for washing in the ice field. In addition, the exterior of the carriage is also equipped with a platform bracket that can be used for vigilance without affecting the external vision.

It's no exaggeration to say that with enough fuel and resources, this vehicle is enough to support a team to survive on the ice for one to two years.

"Huh?" Hearing Jester's words, Yanagihara also glanced at the compartment at the back of the carriage with a slight surprise.

She originally thought that this car was just a bed that could provide people to rest, but she didn't expect that it could also take a shower.

This is simply a vehicle for high-class travel.

"Boy, I don't see it, you're very arrogant." Taking a deep look at De Rosso, Yanagihara felt that he should apologize for always thinking he was a poor painter.

Could it be that painters are very popular these days, or else she would have tried it too?

"Yes, we were shocked at first, no one thought that such a young gentleman would be able to pay so many hiring resources." Kent sat down to the side, laughing and patting Derosso on the shoulder.

"No, no." De Rosso scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and said curtly.

"I've spent all my savings on this trip."

He really didn't lie, because he had already sold all his studios in the greenhouse for this outing.

However, this kind of topic involving private situations, everyone didn't say much, and simply chatted for a sentence or two and then revealed it.

Yanagihara was not polite, took off his coat and threw it in the washing table, and walked into the bathroom alone.

It didn't take long for the faint sound of running water to be heard in the bathroom.

Listening to this voice, De Rosso's face couldn't help but turn red, and he found that he couldn't help but think about the picture, which made it impossible for him to remain calm.

"I say, Mr. De Rosso."

Jester, who was sitting on the side, obviously saw the strangeness of De Rosso, smiled and leaned over to the young man's side, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"I know exactly what you're thinking, but a lady like this may not really be suitable for you, and you think, I'm afraid that her two legs alone can break you. She's a woman who can hunt 'monsters', and no matter how attractive she looks, you have to think twice, you know? ”

"I, who said I had that idea!" The young man immediately blushed and defended.

"Hahahaha." The next moment, the hearty laughter of Kent and Jester could be heard in the carriage.

Al sat by the window of the car, and naturally heard the conversation of several people, her expression was stunned for a moment, and then she blushed and cursed in a low voice.

"Hooligans."

"Well, you can't say that, little girl." Jester smirked on his back and waved his fingers.

"Man, you know what, this is called a man, not a hooligan."

"Jester." In the driver's seat, McCara glanced into the rearview mirror with a straight face: "Be careful when talking to children." ”

"Got it, got it." Ostensibly answering, Jester turned around again and whispered to De Rosso and Al.

"You see, there are not enough men like our captain."

"Snort." Old Kent couldn't hold back and laughed.

As for Maika, she directly picked up a water glass and threw it back, smashing it on Jester's head with precision.

"Why didn't you see a man like you when Anna was here?"

“······”

Then there was silence in the carriage again, and Anna was the female hired person who had died.

Old Kent stopped laughing, and Jester's expression darkened a little.

Just like the relationship between the three of them, Anna and them used to be very good friends.

"Sorry······" Knowing that she had said the wrong thing, Maika stiffened and opened her mouth.

"Nothing." Jester smiled, waved his hand, and said, "We should all get used to this, shouldn't we?" ”

Indeed, people who have no way to change can only learn to get used to it.

"yes." Old Kent raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Anyway, people will die one day." ”

The carriage swayed, and the scenery outside receded little by little.

In their seats, everyone went about their own things again.

De Rosso took out a notebook and a charcoal penil, and sat in the corner drawing.

Kent was boiling tea, and Jester was playing with a Rubik's cube.

Maika was still driving, and Al, she was still looking out the window in a daze.

At this time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Yanagihara got dressed again and walked out.

But even so, her vest was a little too thin.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to it, and this time not only De Rosso, but even the two old faces of Jester and Kent turned slightly red.

To be honest, they really hadn't seen Yanagihara's true appearance up close, because until just now, Yanagihara's face was still covered in blood.

Now that the bloodstains have been washed away, they can see Yanagihara's appearance clearly.

It was undeniable that Yanagihara was definitely the most handsome man they had ever seen, well, and that included all the men they had ever met.

Tight but not overly muscular muscles fit into her body, making her body infinitely proportionally close to perfect, almost like a humanoid machine designed for hunting. Each part is imbued with a subtle sense of power, but not too bulky, but full of feline agility and elegance.

Her slender legs and slender waist make her look like a real big cat, with an indescribable wild charm.

And the water stains on the skin and hair tips that have not yet dried make this charm a little more charming.

De Rosso only glanced twice, and then immediately lowered his head in high spirits and drew something on the paper.

"Ahem." Jester put down the Rubik's Cube in his hand, coughed dryly, and pointed at Yanagihara and said.

"Yuan, I think it's better for you to put on your coat first."

"Huh?" Yanagihara wiped his hair and asked suspiciously, "Why, my coat hasn't been washed yet." ”

"Then you can go to Anna's closet and have a look at it, she should have a spare set of winter suits."

Old Kent sat on his forehead, his face guilty, glancing his gaze to the side.

As for why he felt guilty, it was probably because in addition to seeing a little distracted just now, he also complained about Yanagihara's barrenness in his heart.

Well, probably more than that.

I almost insulted the other party's last dignity as a woman.

I'm not human, I'm guilty.

Old Kent, hiding his face and weeping bitterly.

Yanagihara looked at the reactions of several people and was a little confused.

At this time, Al finally stood up, ran to Yanagihara's side with a red face, pushed her body and said.

"Okay Yanagihara, go get your clothes."

As she spoke, she gritted her teeth again, and raised her head with pity or encouragement, looked at Yanagihara with a complicated expression, nodded solemnly and said.

"It's going to grow up, don't worry."

Ha?

Yanagihara raised his brow blankly, apparently not understanding what Al meant.

Something will grow up, and will I have anything very small?

"Brush, brush, brush." All that remained in the car was the sound of De Rosso wiping the tip of his pen on paper.

Everything is so tacit and harmonious, and the words are all in the words.

······

"So, Hara, it's a pity that you're not a man."

At dinnertime, Jester sat at the long table in the carriage, biting a piece of jerky in his mouth.

"If I were as handsome as you, I wouldn't have to worry about not being able to find a girlfriend, so I would have changed it day by day."

As he spoke, he didn't care about the disdainful glances cast by the people on both sides, and instead of being ashamed, he straightened his waist proudly and continued.

"What's the matter, don't you let you do it, don't you let you say it?"

"you." Old Kent kicked him with a laugh and turned his head to look at Yanagihara.

"Yuan, don't listen to him, you don't look like a man at all, you're still very attractive."

As a middle-aged man, he knows that he needs to protect the other party's face at this time.

Who knew that Yanagihara just nodded flatly, and said indifferently.

"Oh, nothing, I did have a female lover."

That was when she was just born again.

"Huh?" Now it was Jester and Old Kent's turn to be stunned.

After half a ring, Jester thumped his chest as if he had heard something angry.

"It's unreasonable, you're all exhausted internally, and what's the matter with us men."

"Uh." Old Kent took a moment to process this somewhat sudden message, then shook his head with a smile and continued.

"That's really congratulations, by the way, speaking of your lover, is he still in the greenhouse?"

He had been a little worried that Yanagihara would be irritated by Jester's gibberish, but now it seemed that he was completely worried.

"Nope." Yanagihara took a piece of jerky and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"She's dead."

So, almost at the time when her voice fell.

Jester stopped screaming, Old Kent's smile stiffened, De Rosso's brush stopped on the paper, and Al turned his head.

At the dinner table, Maika sighed, and while secretly scolding old Kent for speaking without thinking, he spoke on behalf of everyone.

"Sorry, we're sorry."

"Nothing." Yanagihara replied lightly, as if she really never cared about it.

In fact, that person had indeed been dead for so long that Yanagihara had forgotten what she looked like.

Still, she remembered what she had said to her.

"It's a disaster, after all, isn't it?" Yanagihara sat down at the table and shrugged his shoulders.

There's always someone who is losing.

There are always people crying.