Chapter 199 89: Why be afraid of evil (5k)
Shiraishikawa didn’t expect that he would take a “posthumous photo” of Shinagawa Ward.
"Section, Section Chief, what should I do? The company is gone!" Saito's voice was filled with tears.
She has a lot of bonuses that she hasn’t received yet!
Why didn’t the company wait until the bonus was paid before going bankrupt!
Besides, monsters invading Tokyo are too magical. Is my rental house still there?
In Hokkaido, the two of them had already checked into the hotel where they had won the lottery and kept contacting the company. However, probably because the infrastructure in Shinagawa District was severely damaged, the Internet and phone calls were always unavailable.
He also called Shiraishi Ko as soon as possible. Although the disaster did not have much impact on Adachi City, who can say for sure, except hearing what his brother said in person? Give him peace of mind.
Fortunately, Shiraishihang answered his call and said that he was safe.
Shiraishi Chuan's tight heart was half relieved. At least now he only had to worry about whether he was still in class.
As a migrant worker, he never dreamed that one day he would pray for his boss's good health and safety.
After all, the treatment during this period has really improved visibly. It is really difficult to get such treatment again in another company. To put it bluntly, it is simply impossible.
"Don't worry, maybe they have already evacuated in advance." Shiraishikawa's comfort was pale, but at the same time he was very happy.
It was as if there was a thread of fate in the dark, quietly pulling him out of the crisis of life and death. Everything seemed like a replica of the coming of death, and the goddess of fate had attached it to him. Putting up a "goddess's own use" sign allowed bad luck to automatically bypass him.
It was only after he landed that he realized that they were the last flight to take off from the airport. If they were ten minutes late, they would be stranded. Although, the monster's destruction did not directly affect the airport.
But people at the time didn't know it, so the monster still caused some riots, resulting in casualties.
Although they were happy, it also disrupted their future, so now they are not even in the mood to travel. After entering the hot spring hotel, they never came out again.
Saito was busy answering phone calls from relatives, while Shiraishikawa was busy finding various ways to contact colleagues in the company.
In this anxious atmosphere, he was disappointed again. As soon as he put down his mobile phone, the phone suddenly rang, making both of them excited.
Shiraishi Chuan quickly picked it up and found a strange phone number, but he immediately connected it.
"Hello, are you the chairman? Uh--I'm fine, I'm fine. I just don't know what's going on in the company."
"Yes! Yes."
Shiraishikawa He hung up the phone and took a long breath while stroking his chest.
"How is it? Is everyone okay? Is the company still open?" Saito asked anxiously. She was more concerned about the second question.
“The chairman said that everyone evacuated relatively promptly, and most of them are fine, but the specific casualties are still being counted, and the company will still open, but it will have to find a new office location.”
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This is already a blessing among misfortunes. You must know that the area of their company is now a sea!
"Great!" Saito hugged Shiraishikawa excitedly. Although he didn't ask about the bonus, since the company is still open, there is a high probability that it will be paid. After hugging her for a while, she looked up with a blushing face, "Then, does the chairman want us to go back and help now?"
"No. He asked us to continue our vacation and wait until the notice to come back to work. The company didn't We will reopen soon, and this period of time will be paid and there will be compensation. Our vacation may have to be extended for a while.”
If those colleagues who are working have compensation, he can still do it. I understand, but I didn’t expect that both of them have taken leave. Are they still capitalists?
In fact, even insurance can refuse to compensate for such force majeure. How can the company be so conscientious and still pay?
But now that Xiang Ruan was in his arms, his brain lacked blood and was severely challenged by computing power. He quickly put some of these things behind him and thoughtlessly imagined the wonderful time in the future.
It’s just that some people can still think about how to play, while some people work overtime until they are crazy.
“I can’t find it, I almost live under the sea. If I can’t find it, I can’t find it. Now there are more divers than fish in that monster sea!”
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Toyokawa, who was extraordinary, kept complaining to Noguchi and the others with thick dark circles under his eyes.
Since the day Ito disappeared, countless teams have been desperately searching, digging, and digging in the water area that does not know whether it is a lake or a bay, praying to be able to pick up the treasure of the Holy Infant or Ito Seigang first. 's remains.
Now, the area where the body of water temporarily called the Monster Sea connects to the sea has been blocked. They don’t even dare to use the water pump for fear of sucking away the treasure, so they can only wait for it to evaporate. Sea water dried.
At the same time, a large number of divers belonging to different forces took turns working day and night to search for inch after inch of land in the sea! Those families also hired civilians who knew how to use water at high wages, installed a surveillance camera to ensure that their hands and feet were not dirty, and then sent them down to look for them.
You can imagine how much friction and fighting will occur in such a high-density search. There were originally a lot of forces. After a round of eliminations, some have been eliminated. Everyone has also divided the waters according to their forces. You look here I'm looking for this, I can't cross the line.
Experts from other countries who came to provide "disaster relief" almost wanted to get involved after learning about it.
It's a pity that the official government refused to give up, and other forces also crowded out, so they had no choice but to give up.
The Special Affairs Bureau was forced to work intermittently for 48 hours because Toyokawa's ability was naturally suitable for this job because of the young man's physical strength. Basically, he waited until his ability was almost restored before entering the void. He couldn't hold on. After staying, come up and rest.
He felt like he was going to die suddenly.
This is not what black slaves use!
Nishishido Jun on the other side glanced at Toyokawa who was talking endlessly, and stuffed his mouth with a few slices of watermelon and fried chicken.
"Chew Chew Chew, I'm so tired anyway, and to be honest, aren't the officials looking for you too? We can just leave it to them." Fengchuan ate, said the last sentence, and became quiet.
Reluctantly, the Special Affairs Bureau had to give up. Of course, one of the main reasons was that they felt that the probability of finding it this way was too low. Maybe the treasure would be stuck on the big tentacle and be dragged away by the way.
Anyway, there are a large number of official Self-Defense Forces taking turns looking there. If they find it, it is equivalent to finding it by the Special Affairs Bureau.
"Where is Shirai Kyoko? Isn't she with you?"
At that time, Noguchi arranged for Toyokawa to be searched in the water, while Shirai treated and comforted the injured in the camp on land, and provided a The Special Affairs Bureau seeks some reputation. According to the habits of action, if you want to come back, you should come back together.
"Ahem, well, there is a big shot who needs treatment. She was picked up and will be back in the afternoon." Kuroki explained.
This is not a strange thing. Since Shirai Kyoko returned to Tokyo, although they have tried their best to avoid outside influence, they cannot be completely unaffected. They can only let Kuroki Shinzumi look at the arrangements and what are the Those who really need special treatment cannot be refused.
Usually Takashima would accompany Shirai, but now Takashima is a little busy, so he had to find someone to take him with him.
“Who is being treated?”
“Okamura Tokusei.”
Noguchi Yushi frowned when he heard the name, which brought back unpleasant memories: "Can't shirk it?"
Kuroki shook his head helplessly: "He used a favor passed down from his father's generation, that person Your Majesty asked for it on his behalf."
"This scum hasn't squandered all his favors yet. Our files on him can fill a filing cabinet." Noguchi said in a gloomy tone.
"I know too. But this is human society." Kuroki laughed at himself, "Just like the human body, cancer occurs all the time, and only a small part can succeed, but the difference is, Our brains are also controlled by cancer. Cancers in other parts of the body will be killed by the brain cancer, but a small part of them can be recognized and allowed to join the brain cancer and become part of the controller."
Noguchi was silent and said no more words.
Chiyoda Ward.
A high-end private hospital somewhere.
Wearing a blindfold, Kyoko Shirai silently followed a colleague, passed through layers of security checks, and walked inside.
"Mr. Okamura is suffering from uremia and liver cancer. He is already matching kidneys and livers. But if Ms. Shirai can cure the disease, then there is no need to occupy the quota. Perhaps Ms. Shirai will be saved all at once. Two people or even three people."
In response, Shirai just nodded slightly.
She has treated many big names.
It is also inevitable to come into contact with some of the other party's memory fragments. Most of them are not good things. Recalling them makes her feel sick. Each time is a psychological destruction and self-doubt for her.
She doesn’t know how long she can hold on, maybe this time, maybe next time.
Every time he said rejection, the kind thoughts in his heart supported him. After all, it was also a life, and she didn't want the people from the Special Affairs Bureau to be caught in the middle.
With the identity of the Special Bureau, she can also heal more people, both physically and mentally.
"We're here, Miss Shirai, I'll wait here for you to come out."
I walked to the door of a ward and after communicating with the person guarding the door, my colleague turned aside and asked Shirai to go in.
The doorkeeper nodded to her, then knocked on the door gently. After receiving the answer, he held his breath and slowly pushed the door open, as if trying to avoid making any noise. When Shirai walked in, the first thing he saw was a skinny old man lying on a hospital bed.
His hair has fallen out, and it seems a little difficult to raise his eyes, but his eyes still show his desire for life.
He licked his lips and said in a dry voice: "Miss Shirai, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Shirai nodded, just glanced at the surrounding displays, and then came to the chair next to him. sit down.
"What do I need to do?" Okamura looked very anxious, as if he was afraid that he would die in the next second.
"Let go of all vigilance in your heart."
Shirai's [Light] ability cannot be separated. While healing the body, it will also soothe the soul. If you resist in your heart, you can still It will hinder the body’s healing effects.
Okamura was startled, then nodded hard.
Seeing this, Shirai stretched out his hand and gently put it on his arm.
A soft light slowly lit up in the ward.
Okamura let out a cry of relief. The pain he had been feeling in his body disappeared for a short time. He ushered in a moment of peace and closed his eyes comfortably.
Fragments of memory began to flash through.
"Huh?"
Unlike before, the memory fragments did not pass through. This time she seemed to have entered the other person's heart.
Or is this also part of memory?
She looked around, it was dark, and in the distance, there seemed to be a faint sound. There was a door standing in thin air, with a dim yellow light shining through the crack of the door.
Shirai himself glowed white and walked in the direction of the door.
The closer you get, the clearer the sounds coming from inside become.
It was the sound of whipping and a very weak plea for mercy.
This is not surprising. Among the sinful souls imprisoned in her mind, there are some that are more extreme than this.
But when she opened the door and saw the scene inside, she still found that the scene inside was more outrageous than she imagined.
A man who had his limbs cut off was tied to a pillar. It can be seen that three of the limbs were healed through treatment, but now, he has been cut off again. There were still bloody marks of whipping on the last arm and body. The head hung limply, and tears, snot, and blood were mixed and dripped slowly.
The young man who caused all this was holding the whip in front of him and turning his back to Shirai.
"Miss Shirai! Look, is this a piece of art? A unique masterpiece!" The young man turned around and faced Shirai, grinning widely.
Shirai was silent, and without any identification, this must be Okamura in his youth.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, the best part is yet to come!”
Okamura seemed to be afraid that Shirai would be anxious while waiting, so he casually dropped the whip stained with flesh and blood, and looked at him from the side. On the table, a samurai sword was carefully held up.
"This sword is called Jinsheng. It is said that as long as a thousand people's heads are cut off, spiritual wisdom will be born and become a demon sword!"
Okamura gently stroked the blade and told the story.
“My grandfather used it to kill nine hundred civilians and prisoners during that war. After it was given to my father, he only killed ninety. But I actually don’t believe in this thing. But in order to fulfill the last wish of my father and grandfather, let's kill them. They are just untouchables anyway."
"But they are too unartistic to kill!"
"Just chop off the heads. , waste. We should make the best use of everything, even if we end up cutting off their heads, we should make their death look full of art."
"Now, this is the first person I have killed, and the one I am most satisfied with. Look, he is eager to climb up. He works hard, really hard, and has a kind character. I am very optimistic about him and let him A promotion and a salary increase opened up a path for him, and he also married a beautiful wife, and then... destroyed him in the most painful way. "
" But art also has an end, and next, It’s the most wonderful moment.”
Okamura walked up to the man. He seemed to have sensed the end of his life. He raised his head for the last time, his eye sockets were empty, and there was a relieved smile at the corner of his mouth.
The sword flashed, blood was spread on the canvas he had prepared in advance, and the head fell to the ground, making a final sound.
Shirai seemed to be watching all this calmly, except that the light emitted by her body was flickering, and the side of her exposed eyes was gradually getting darker.
Okamura seemed to have reached the end of his excitement. He straightened his body and trembled for a while, then stopped breathing with a flushed face.
Then, looking at Shirai blankly, suddenly, the "this life" in his hand fell to the ground, and he knelt down.
"Oh my God, what did I do? Did I really do this? No, this is not what I wanted to do. It was the devil. The devil manipulated me! It was this knife that manipulated me!"
Okamura seemed to change from the cruelty to regret in an instant, crying and confessing to Shirai.
"How many have you killed?" Shirai asked.
"Nine!" Okamura raised his head, his voice high, as if he was very proud, not the pride of killing more, but the pride of killing less, "I only killed nine, and I already regret it. Fortunately, I woke up early, Unlike his father and grandfather"
How dare he add the word "only" in front of nine lives.
The light on Shirai's body was as weak as a candle. There was no wind, but it was swaying and almost extinguished.
She smiled sadly, and there were many cracks in the shackles that bound sin in her soul.
There seemed to be a voice in her brain that was getting out of her control, roaring hysterically, condensing the sins she had seen in the past into a simple sentence, a question that had been said by countless people.
Why.
Why?
Why! !
The lingering shadow of our ancestors is enough for you parasites to live a lifetime of food and clothing, and you are destined to avoid a lot of poverty. Why are you not satisfied with this and insist on trampling on the rules that are obviously to maintain the stability of your class? Could it be that the blood of the people under the tower can really set off your nobility?
All the efforts of those who are crushed by the pyramid seem to be a joke.
When a person tries to climb up, he discovers that the people who climbed to the top covered in mud and earth smelled like dirt. The dirt they washed off thickly reinforced the pyramid, and the gatekeepers for them were countless "themselves" in the past. ".
If evil is tangible, they are covered in dirt and can no longer look like humans. But I, Kyoko Shirai, heal the pain of such people, giving them more time to hurt more. Many people.
My abilities are not what they should be.
"Look, this is the justice you protect? Why do I feel that it is even more concessions than all of us put together?"
That was Maria's voice.
No, she must be dead. What is in her mind now is nothing more than the self-negativity generated by the whole body of sinful souls she absorbed.
The negative side is Maria, what about the positive side?
It was the roaring sound that just came out.
Some kind of reconciliation has been reached between the positive and the negative.
“You know what? You ruined a wonderful world.”
"When the pollen is everywhere, all the sins will be concentrated on me, and the world will be beautiful, and I have completed the task I dreamed of and buried myself in this wonderful new world."
"With my death Nourishing the whole world.”
Shirai couldn’t argue.
What you hear may not be true, and what you see may not be true, but you cannot deceive yourself by putting yourself in their shoes.
She may not necessarily believe in the future described by Maria, but she must hate what she sees and hears now.
"Xingzi, our purpose is the same, can't you see? The world is already filthy. Come on, it's not too late to turn back now. Let us work together to create an unprecedented future."
"Jackal Lion Yingye, why should we be afraid of evil things?"
(End of this chapter)