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The classical buildings of the Edo period were scattered in different patterns. Yang Chen looked for that figure. After passing through two narrow alleys, there was a garden surrounded by walls in front of him.
Because it is winter, most of the vegetation has withered, the red-yellow leaves are withered on the tiles and slabs that have gone through the vicissitudes of the years, and some branches are exposed on the mottled courtyard walls.
A few old, broad-headed Podocarpus pine trees are perennially green in the courtyard. Careful pruning makes them look like the only verdant green in winter.
On the bluestone trail in front of the courtyard, there are no other tourists, but I don't know if this is a non-scenic area, or it happens to be nobody.
What made Yang Chen's heart surging is that this time he didn't lose it!
I saw the figure in the aqua blue skirt, opened a wooden door in the courtyard, and quietly walked in.
Yang Chen followed closely to the door. The iron bars on this wooden door, which is not known for many years, have been stained with rust, but the heavy texture and dark wood make people feel a sense of nobility. The solemnity of the house.
When he realized that the person he wanted to see might be inside, close at hand, Yang Chen suddenly hesitated.
Pausing at the door, Yang Chen clenched both hands into fists, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.
What you see is an artificial rockery and gurgling water in the courtyard. The water should not be frozen in all seasons and trickle into a small pond. Around the pond, there are dense but long-pruned plants, nestled around an ancient house.
The beautiful and elegant design, you can feel the majesty of the ancient shogunate in the quiet.
But all of this seemed to be unattractive in Yang Chen's eyes, because Yang Chen's gaze had been locked in the aisle in front of the mansion from the moment he entered the door.
The skirt corners are flying, a pair of Saixue barefoot is looming, curling like a winter plum, a green silk blowing across the face in the cold wind, as always cold and quiet.
In her eyes, there was still no wave of trouble.
The long-lost face, the long-lost posture, and the long-lost breath made Yang Chen stand idly in place for a while, leaving his brain blank.
Immediately afterwards, too many complicated pictures, like turbulent sea waves, instantly plunged Yang Chen into the past...
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In the ice and snow, there are pines and cypresses buried in the snowdrifts on all sides, and the yin sinking sky is sprinkled with goose feathers and flying snow.
The young man in a strong suit was holding an arm that was constantly pouring Yin Hong's blood, and leaning against a towering tree, on the snowy ground in front of his heels, a large swath of blood had already been stained red.
The boy’s lips were pale and his face was blue, only a sharp yin aura condensed in his eyes, but the excessive blood loss and the extreme cold of the temperature, coupled with the exhaustion of running and fighting for three days, finally could hardly be anymore. Support it.
In the endless snow forest, you can occasionally hear the howling of the snow wolf.
At this time, more than a dozen soldiers wearing snow-colored cloaks and armed with heavy firearms drove two armored vehicles that moved over the mountains and stopped on a small high slope not far away.
The young man knew that this was one of the enemies who encircled himself and others. The snow fox special forces that were secretly trained in Northern Europe, who fought in the snow forests and mountains all the year round, are better at fighting in the snowy areas than anyone else.
"Snow Fox" jumped off the armored vehicle in an orderly manner, loaded the bullets, and started a carpet search in the jungle with a swift but extremely complicated running method.
The boy exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and the scarlet in his eyes reappeared.
This was already the fifteenth wave of enemies he had encountered. All of the previous fourteen waves had been cut to death by himself, but he finally suffered a lot of injuries.
After the opponent’s bullet has been specially treated, the wound is difficult to heal quickly, and it is extremely difficult to even connect the scab. The blood is constantly flowing out, which also means that the physical strength is constantly passing away, and the vitality is gradually lost...
But he still doesn't want to die!
In the sleeve of the boy, a long blade of Senhan slid into the palm of his hand, and he had only this weapon left in his hand!
At this moment, a snow fox soldier who was closest to him not far away suddenly let out a muffled hum!
The soldier's neck was cut with a sharp weapon, blood spattered, and crashed into the snow!
From behind him, a slim girl appeared. The girl was wrapped in tight-fitting snow camouflage clothing. She had only long black hair, which looked so dazzling in the snow!
Without waiting for other snow fox troops to attack the girl, the girl had already borrowed the numerous trees around her and surrounded her with lightning.
Appearing from time to time, the short blade in his hand can always take away a splendid bloodbath from the throat of a soldier, as charming but deadly as a dance of death!
When all the snow foxes in a small group were wiped out by the young girl, the young girl walked in front of the young man, without saying a word, regardless of the young man's intention, pulling the young man's hands over, bending down, and carrying the young man on his back.
"Didn't you leave, why are you still coming back..." The boy's arms were still bleeding, and the girl's chest was slowly soaking wet.
The girl ran quickly, but was not panting, and replied in a cold voice without emotion: "Come back and save you."
"This time I am responsible for the termination, the task is like this, you don't need to save me."
"You saved me in the rain forest, I will pay you back", the girl said.
The corner of the boy's mouth rose slightly, "You let me use it to vent, and I let you live, that's a deal."
"Yes, it was a fair deal, but I still owe you something..."
"what?"
"You told me that I can still trust others, at least I can trust you..."
The girl's voice was faint, as cold as ever, in the snowy field, like flying catkins in the wind.
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Midsummer night.
The jammed traffic lanes and the hustle and bustle of traffic lights make every pedestrian appear impetuous.
On the roof of a small five-story building, the young man with a root of inferior tobacco dangling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes looked vaguely at the smoky streets, where people were fighting, city management was chasing hawkers, and crashers were arguing. It's another world.
It didn't take long for the teenager to learn to smoke, but he quickly fell in love with this feeling. The hot gas poured into the lung cavity, so that he could wake up his brain for a short time and feel his own existence.
Suddenly, a ghostly figure floated onto the rooftop and slowly walked towards the boy.
The boy turned around and looked at the girl in a water blue dress with flying green silks. The delicate face that had matured a lot was like a lifeless puppet.
"Did you see your mother?" the boy asked with a smile.
"I saw it," the girl replied lightly.
"Ah, after searching for so long and hard, I finally found it by you", the boy asked curiously, "Did you tell your real name? Isn't your real name also seventeen?"
There was no mood swing in Seventeen's water eyes, looking at the dim sky in the distance, and said: "I don't have a name, and I killed her."
"Who?"
"The woman who gave birth to me." Seventeen said.
The boy coughed a few times, and Gein was choked by these words, and asked in a puzzled manner: "You finally found your mother, how did you kill her!?"
Seventeen quietly replied: "She was a prostitute. She was in business when I found her. I asked her who my father was. She said that she picked up so many customers every day. I don’t remember. She said that because there were people at the time. She liked to spend a high price to play pregnant women, so she left me. But she didn't have enough money to spend, so she didn't ask me, and threw me on the roadside, so she didn't name it.
She asked me if I had any money, and I said no. She asked me if I wanted to do that kind of business with her. She is old and wants me to make money to support her..."
The boy dusted the soot and was silent for a while, "Don't you feel rushed?"
"It's more appropriate for her to live like this, or die. At least don't worry about money, don't worry about getting old, she should be happier than living... You know, I kill people, there will be no pain." After the seventeenth, she turned around and took it away. The young man burned half of his cigarette butts in his hand, and a flash of cold light flashed in his eyes, "I tell you, thirteen, don't smoke this kind of thing in front of me, I hate seeing you like this!"
After speaking, the girl turned and left, but at the moment she turned, a gleam of crystals fell down.
Seeing the ghostly figure dissipating in the night sky, Shisan tilted his head and smiled, then took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
"Silly girl, you will hate it, and it's better than no feelings..." t