The snow on the ground is scattering, and the distance between the galloping snowmobiles and the galloping wolves is getting closer.

In the car, Yanagihara slowly lowered his body and said to Al behind him.

"Hold on to the car."

"Hmm." Al closed his eyes.

She had no idea what was going on, but her hand slowly loosened Yanagihara's clothes and grabbed onto the seat of the snowmobile.

After a breath, the wolves had rushed in front of the snowmobile.

The head wolf who rushed to the front grinned and bared its white teeth at Yanagihara, its expression looking like a smirk, and its erect eyeholes gleamed with a murderous light.

It should have been sure of nirvana, and its hind legs suddenly tensed.

With a roar, the wolf pounced.

The huge body jumped directly over the distance of nearly ten meters, and the foul-smelling mouth opened, biting Yanagihara's upper body with turbid saliva.

What is the fate of a human without any equipment in the face of the bite of a beast several meters high?

Disemboweled.

Or die on the spot.

But what no one expected was that at the same time as the giant wolf jumped, the person on the snowmobile actually jumped up.

The head wolf's expression was stunned for a moment.

Then a shadow obscured the sunlight in front of it, and a pair of calm eyes reflected in its pupils.

The giant wolf's hideous face was covered with a hint of dazedness, and at this time it was a little unable to understand why the human in front of it did not flee in panic.

I can't understand why, as a predator, it can have a sense of being its prey for a moment.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped its entire body, and the beast's natural instincts told it that it should flee immediately, but by this time it was too late.

In mid-air, Yanagihara pulled out the short knife on his waist, the short knife full of gaps, and even if it was fully opened, it would only be as long as an arm.

The half-tattered blade popped out and spun in a light circle in the slender palm.

The blade reflected the sunlight in the sky, skimming the wolf's eyes, followed by a clean white light flashing in its vision.

More than twenty wild wolves raised their heads, but what they saw was not the picture of the giant wolf biting the human to death.

Instead, the human was hunched over the air, stomping on the belly of their head wolf, pressing the head wolf's mouth with one hand, and slitting the head wolf's neck with a knife.

Under a clear white sky, the blood splattered from the neck was so dazzling.

The scarlet hue was reflected in their dark green pupils, making their breathing stagnant.

It was as if everything had suddenly frozen, and there was no warning gunfire or wolf howls on the snowfield.

All eyes were left, staring blankly at the man in mid-air.

"Bang!"

A man and a wolf fell to the ground.

The head wolf fell there with its mouth open, no longer having the strength to stand up.

The gleam in its pupils gradually faded, and unstoppable blood flowed from its severed throat and seeped into the snow.

The man in the dark brown coat slowly straightened up, holding the short knife that was still dripping with blood quietly, raised his eyes little by little, and looked around at the wolves around him.

The snowmobile lost control and slid through the snow for some distance before coming to a stop and stopping not far on the slope.

Al in the car still had his eyes closed, his hands clutching the seat of the car.

There was no sound for a while.

The wolves in the snow were silent, and the soldiers in the greenhouse were silent, neither of them seemed to be able to accept the scene before them, which made everything fall into an extremely unusual silence.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that the unusual silence faded away.

The wolves still surrounded Yanagihara and Al, and they began to roar again, but they didn't dare to step forward easily.

The dead head wolf made them uneasy, and at the same time, they sensed a clear threat in Yanagihara's body.

It was a feeling that made their hearts tremble, as if they were facing a predator of a higher class. (In a way, that's true.) ）

There was silence among the wolves, but it didn't last long, and soon hunger and instinct drove them back toward the two in the center.

"Tsk."

Watching the movements of the wolves, Yanagihara snorted lightly.

She slowly moved her neck as if impatiently, then lowered her head and pulled a pistol from her bosom.

It was an old revolver, and as you could tell from the style, it was completely antique.

The silver metal spear had a dull luster, and the patterns that should have been delicate had been worn away by the years, and even the grip had begun to fade, revealing the dark gray lacquered wood inside.

The only thing that makes people can't help but notice is that it has a surprisingly large muzzle and a barrel that is obviously too thick.

"Click."

Under the watchful eye of the wolves, the revolver's nest opened, and Yanagihara lowered his head and pushed a brass-colored bullet into it.

Eventually, some of the wolves couldn't take it anymore, and the smell of flesh almost made them want to go crazy.

Even they couldn't remember how long it had been since they had tasted fresh flesh, and the food in front of them was enough to dare them take risks.

A wild wolf with black fur barked a few times, which was like a signal that aroused the ferocity of the wolves.

Several wild wolves broke through the snow on the ground at great speed and attacked the two men from all directions.

The difference is that this time some wild wolves chose to wait and see, and the death of the head wolf has already plunged them into fear.

The rushing wolf split into two parts, one part rushed towards Yanagihara, and the other part rushed towards Al, who was sitting in the car with his eyes closed.

"Click!" A crisp voice sounded in the chaos.

It was the sound of a pistol being loaded, and Yanagihara stood still and snapped the firing pin behind the gun.

Then she didn't look back, just raised her pistol straight up, pointed the black muzzle behind her, and gently pulled the trigger with her index finger.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot rang out, and the sound shook the eardrums of the wolves.

In Yanagihara's hand, the muzzle of the revolver burst into flames.

A bullet passed through the cold air in a torrent of heat, leaving a twisted trail.

The bullet then struck a wolf that had already pounced on El.

The wolf's head exploded, and a few drops of warm blood splashed on the girl's hand, and its headless body fell limply to the side.

Yanagihara withdrew his pistol and didn't even look back, just swinging the wheel out again.

The brass-colored shells detached from the nests, emitted white smoke and fell into the snow.

A shot was taken, and only a split second passed.

Looking at the wolf's mouth in front of him, which was almost bitten off.

Yanagihara quietly pushed the second bullet onto the nest.

As for why she couldn't fill two at once, nonsense, wasn't she in a hurry to shoot just now.

And now, she only has this one bullet.

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For the Greenhouse Guards in the greenhouse, all they saw was that the wolves had once again pounced on the two of them, and in an instant they had drowned out their figures.

Everyone, including the captain of the guard, looked solemn, and they understood that even if they could kill the first wolf, the two people trapped by the wolves would hardly have a chance of survival.

Until another gunshot rang out from the wolves.

"Bang!"

The sound of the gunshot was dull, echoing through the snow.

Immediately afterward, a riot began in the wolves.

It was a man who had slain a pack of wolves, holding a short knife in her hand, and blood dragging from the blade.

Any wolf that tried to get close to the snowmobile would be killed by her in a very short period of time, and the way she killed the wolf was completely beyond the imagination of the Greenhouse Guard.

She threw the wolves to the ground and tore their flesh with her blades as teeth.

Or break the wolf's mouth and break their jaws with your foot.

Or cut their stomachs directly with a knife, take out the internal organs and crush them, which is used to deter wolves who still want to come forward.

This way of killing is simply more beast than a beast, more monster than a monster, revealing the most primitive savagery and ferocity.

Gradually, wolf blood stained her blades, her coat, and her face.

The wolves began to fear, until not a single wild wolf barked or growled.

In the stunned eyes of the Greenhouse Guards, they slowly retreated.

I don't know which wolf let out the first wail, and the pack of wolves scattered and ran away into the distance.

Perhaps after weighing the disproportionate food available to them against the relative danger, or perhaps after giving in completely, the wolves finally gave up on the hunt.

All that was left was a mess of footprints and a few corpses that had long since disappeared.

Among the wolf's carcass, the figure with a short knife stood next to the snowmobile, wiping the blood from his face.

Then she looked up again, glancing at the greenhouse guards on the ramparts.

The soldiers on the rampart felt their hearts tighten inexplicably, and they held the guns in their hands.

But the man didn't do anything.

He just turned around, walked to the side of the snowmobile, pushed the car, and slowly walked out of the wolf's corpse with the girl in the car.

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On the snow.

It wasn't until the corpse behind him faded away that Yanagihara put away the pistol and dagger in his hand and said to Al in his usual casual voice.

"Alright, open your eyes."

Al opened her eyes timidly for a moment, then as if she had seen something, she opened them all in disbelief.

She did see something, and she stared blankly at what she was looking at.

"We're here." Next to her, Yanagihara said.

On the snowmobile, the girl looks ahead intently, her pure eyes reflecting the light in the sky.

In her eyes, she saw a huge building, with gray-black walls towering into the sky, and a hemispherical isolation shroud enveloping a magnificent city.

This is the West Greenhouse No. 4, where she's always wanted to be.

It should have been after watching it for a long time before a smile appeared on the girl's face, and there may be relief, joy, or expectation.

But Yanagihara just felt that in the sunshine, she smiled cleanly.

A megaphone was removed from the back seat of the snowmobile.

Yanagihara stood beside the car, put the megaphone to his lips, and shouted into the towering wall.

"Is it the No. 4 greenhouse in the west, we have a letter to deliver, please open the door."

Yanagihara's voice was not too loud, and the megaphone, which would be scrapped from time to time, played a role.

The sound came intermittently, into the ears of the still stunned greenhouse guards on the ramparts.

Are you just here to deliver a letter?

The captain of the greenhouse guard, dressed in a dark blue military uniform, stood among the soldiers and came back to his senses.

He took his saber and took a deep look at the man who was standing under the barrier.

The corpse of a wild wolf in the distance, and the blood stains on this man's body, all made this reason seem unacceptable.

But after a long silence, he withdrew his saber back into his waist and turned back and shouted.

"Open the door!"

"Yes." A soldier answered, turning the valve beside him.

The door under the greenhouse slowly opened.

When the door was opened, all the soldiers, including the captain of the guard, had a question in their minds.

That's this traveler, who the hell is it.

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Yanagihara stood on the snow in a dark brown coat, her clothes slightly scruffy and baggy, and the blood stains on her face that had not yet dried looked mottled and hideous.

But her expression was calm.

Standing next to the snowmobile, she silently waited for the door of the greenhouse to open.

Who is she?

Her name is Yanagihara.

is a person who does not die.

And this is a story about her coming home.