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“……”

The corners of Karl's mouth twitched, twitching, and his entire stiff face silently changed shape, from a flawless white sheet of paper to a parchment full of ancient war crimes. His eyes were open, his face twisted and crowded, one eye was a little big, the other was a little small, and it looked very strange. Finally, the strange and awkward expression finally disintegrated with a small chuckle. The old gentleman, who had struggled in the last and never completely split in half, opened his mouth and exhaled a low breath, and the lower half of his bright red face grinned, revealing a row of snow-white teeth.

"Right...... Yes, absolutely. He muttered softly, sighing and tilting his head, "Of course she'll come!" ”

She-Karl's eyes had been fixed, his eyes had been fixed on her, he had been watching her from the moment he noticed her figure, even as he slowly paced back to Eddard the paralyzed dog, his reflection had not flickered for a moment.

The only thing that flickered was herself. Carl did nothing, watching her flicker and whirl like a vague reflection in the water, sending a blood-red rain of flowers through the crowd. He saw it clearly, all of it clearly, from the moment the performance began, that moment, that knife-

I don't know when the knife in the rabbit's hand appeared, or where she got it from, maybe from her coat pocket, maybe from her bosom, maybe from the back of her waist, maybe from her trouser pocket—she took it out anyway. In the short moment when she threw the useless pistol back to the useless old man, and disappeared from the spot with her feet lifted and appeared in front of the hapless eldest brother, the knife appeared in her hand, and was held by her small, white, tender girl's hand, and slashed horizontally at an almost invisible speed, and slashed the huge throat of the eldest brother's Adam's apple with a "poof".

"Poof-" sound.

It was a folding knife, a black military folding knife - it could be genuine, or it could have been picked up for two bills somewhere on the black market. In addition to the dark and shiny color on the surface, the biggest feature of this knife is that it is short, very short, and the blade and blade are only the length of an adult man's palm, and the blade part is even a little shorter than the blade.

But such a small knife is just right in the girl's hand. The blade is just right, it's just right to hold, and the blade is just right enough to kill – just enough to cut anywhere you want with the precision of a scalpel.

While the throat was cut and blood sprayed, the rabbit maintained the posture of swinging the knife, allowing the bright red blood to splash on his snow-white rabbit surface and splash into his bright red rabbit eyes. Of course, she could have dodged, she could easily and briskly dance like a ballerina to the back of her eldest brother, and watch with condescending contempt as she fell to her knees clutching her throat, kneeling on the ground and whimpering in pain, trying to open her mouth to breathe, but only blood gushed outward, from her mouth, from her throat, from the fingertips of both hands. Then, he will lie down completely, die completely, and fall completely in a pool of blood.

The rabbit didn't do that, though. She just stood in place - because of her height, her rabbit face was right in front of her eldest brother's throat, so she almost completely enjoyed the first wave of blood-colored fountains, and the miserable white rabbit head became half white and half red, and it was even more strange and weird in a trance.

She looked at her eldest brother quietly, watched him let go of the submachine gun on his chest, his eyes widened, and he knelt down weakly in front of him as she thought, grabbing his neck with both hands, trying to control the flow of blood, wanting to open his mouth and breathe, but he could only make a "ho-ho-ho" grunt, and a stream of blood kept bubbling out of the corners of his mouth, and the suffocation of death gradually surged all over his body.

Big brother never died - that's of course, so he never knew what it was like to die. But he seemed to know something now, although it should not be technically a feeling of death, but a sense of the passing of life in the body, but in any case, it was not a bad feeling. The pain was temporary, just for a short moment, and then there was a vague sensation that was fluttering and like flying. Nothing is gone, nothing is important, everything is going to be over, everything has to do with yourself anymore. Blurry—blurry, the eldest brother's eyes gradually closed.

In the last trance, he saw and saw the half-red, half-white, demonic rabbit head, the cute and terrible rabbit mask, the girl wearing the mask, slowly bent over, slowly lowered her head, slowly approached him, and then reached out and hugged his head into her arms.

A smile barely appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although it is very ridiculous, but at this time, the eldest brother feels that there is no time in his life that he is more at ease and happier than at this moment.

The rabbit hugged the eldest brother's head tightly, not minding the dirty blood stain at all, and pressed it hard against his stomach, like a mother holding a crying child and a girlfriend holding a crying lover. Then, she raised her other hand, waved, and stabbed the eldest brother in the side of the neck with a second "poof".

"Poof-" sound.

“……”

The world fell silent, and time stopped at this moment. The girl wearing a rabbit mask, holding the kneeling man's head in her arms, and sticking a knife into the man's neck in one hand - this calm, weird, and inexplicably safe scene, like a famous painting of everyone who has never made a name for the world, attracted the attention of all the qualified and capable people present.

Carl, Old Duroc, and the other Donfrie Buttonman soldiers who were only a few paces behind them, all of them watched the scene in silence as if they had fallen under some legendary spell. Then the soldiers retreated.

Their faces changed in the same way as Karl had before, their faces tensed, they forgot to breathe, and their eyes were wide and there was nothing but the blood-stained rabbit face. However, unlike Carl, their bodies then all trembled uncontrollably, and their hands could no longer hold the deadly killing tools well, and they could no longer muster their original and senseless fighting spirit in the same way as the bearded old detective and the unknown detective.

They reacted, they remembered what that familiar feeling was, they recognized the identity of the thing in front of them - and then, they were scared.

It only took one glance for the maiden to know that they were useless. The army is the most terrible force in the universe, the most terrible weapons, the most terrible combat power, and the most terrible war, which are often part of the army, part of the army's strength, part of the army's existence, and part of the army's life. But if the army itself loses the will to fight, the idea of moving forward, and the belief in what it stands for, then it is nothing more than a joke, and a joke that has the potential to become the biggest joke in the universe.

So they all disappeared, and the girl had no more of them in her eyes. The blood-stained rabbit mask lifted slightly, turning in the other direction—Karl's.

The man just stood there, standing there all the time, looking at this side from a distance not too far away, as if he had crossed the sea. He stood on the edge of the platform, behind the railing, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his mouth dyed a lot of red. He smiled, grinning weirdly, and held the railing with one hand forward, as if to greet the girl silently.

At his feet, Ed's curled body remained motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

“……”

If there was nothing, the rabbit turned the rabbit's head in the hood slightly, and the blood-red gaze drifted lightly, shifting from Carl's body, slowly brushing the soft mud below him, and seemed to pause slightly, slightly. Then, she lowered her head.

The sound of steel churning in flesh and blood is very special, and anyone who has heard it a lot can distinguish it. And now, this small, usually inconspicuous voice, was like a muffled thunder that easily stirred the tense heartstrings of everyone present.

When the knife was drawn, the eldest brother was already a lifeless corpse, completely dead, and he couldn't die anymore. The rabbit twirled the small, sharp, predator-like folding knife with one hand, and stroked the hair of the eldest brother's corpse with the other, like a pet dog with its tongue sticking out.

Then, without any expectation, she lifted the eldest brother's body directly like a shopping bag, raised the same height as herself, and dragged her legs weakly on the steel floor of the platform with only a thin layer, and then kicked on the middle belly of the eldest brother.

In the dull sound of impact, the eldest brother flew out like a cannonball, and with a "whoosh" sound, it shot straight into the air, and shot at Carl on the other platform.

“！”

It's been a long time. From the time he saw the rabbit appear until now, Carl had already known that this moment was coming, and he had been prepared for a long time. In fact, he was already a little impatient to wait!

There was nothing fancy, and at the moment when the lifeless corpse flew in front of him, Karl directly clenched his fist and smashed it fiercely, without even touching the edge of the platform, and fell straight down against the railing.

However, at the moment when he defused the attack, Karl's pupils suddenly shrank, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth were uncontrollably excited, and while his body flashed back, he raised his hand and grabbed it forward, grabbing the small and sharp knife light that followed behind the corpse-

"Poof—"

At the sound of the blade piercing the flesh, a few drops of scarlet blood splattered on the snow-white rabbit face. The rabbit's large, bright red eyes looked ahead, at Carl's pupils that reflected his red and white mask, at the palm that was pierced through the middle by his own blade, and then at the five blood-stained fingers suddenly exerted force and firmly grasped his small hand holding the knife forward.

"Welcome to the party, Miss!"