If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

"Can you skip this topic?"

Unprecedentedly, even under various inhuman threats, Lu Mingfei finally raised his head and made this request to Lin Nian after being silent for a long time.

His expression was struggling, and there was some pleading in his eyes. The previously exposed "Chairman" disappeared. The Nibelungen Plan could not save him from his current weakness. He was like a wild dog on the street. After entering the stinky ditch, when someone looked at him with pity, he could only open his mouth half-open and let out an inaudible whimper, submerged in the stinky water.

"Don't you even want to mention it?"

"Um."

"It looks like a lot of people died."

"Um."

"And you think these dead people must be blamed on you." Lin Nian said sharply.

Lu Mingfei's cheek twitched, and he tried his best to control his expression, but under the wash of those emotions and memories, he was like a hemiplegic patient, unable to control the muscles on his face. Those "frustrations", "self-blame" and "pain" all came out from under the skin, forming a loser's mask that grew out of his flesh and covered his face, making it impossible for him to breathe (this time he checked Are the clothes on inside out?)

"What happened cannot be changed, and there is nothing I can do to help you change it." Lin Nian looked at Lu Mingfei, who was leaning on the seat to support him as if his spine had been broken, and said softly, "Since If you don’t want to say who died, let me put it another way, who killed them.”

A determination slowly rose in his heart, a determination that could not be changed. From Lu Mingfei's body, he felt great pain, which was the sorrow of an era and the desolation of countless dead souls wailing. These have all happened, but from his perspective, there is still room for reversal, so.

"Just give me a name."

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, looked up into Lin Nian's eyes, and suddenly his whole body trembled unconsciously.

From those dull golden eyes, what he saw was the same dull killing intent. It was not abrupt or threatening, but it was this feeling that was the most terrifying.

Looking directly into his eyes is like looking directly into a guillotine. You lie in the groove and look up at the cold guillotine blade. There is no murderous intent or ferocity. You can only feel the coldness, the coldness of every drop of blood in your body. .

All it takes is a name, and then a person will die in this world. There is no room for transition. As long as Lu Mingfei gives this name, then that person will die, just like the curse of "Death Note".

Lin Nian is qualified to do this kind of thing, and he also has a cold enough heart to do it. In a sense, he is more like a murderer than Chu Zihang, because he is selfish enough and Paranoid, like a psychopath.

Only mental illness can scare everyone. Lu Mingfei understood this. He also understood that the man sitting in front of him was one of the top three super psychopaths he had ever seen.

He thought for no reason that if it had been the man in front of him in Japan at that time, many things might not have happened, right? Although he has never seen the other party's behavior, for some reason, he feels that this guy should be someone who doesn't care at all how much blood is on his hands - there is huge selfish desire hidden in those eyes, and he is a person who is unscrupulous and has a strong purpose. With the eyes that he only possesses, he is even willing to set the entire sea on fire for some long-decided will.

Obviously, I don't have this kind of determination and ability to act. No matter what I do, I always look forward and backward, which leads to some things that could have been prevented.

perhaps.

perhaps

Perhaps his words could really change something. Even in an illusory dream, he could help Lu Mingfei complete the obligations he had not completed.

That despicable guy was subjected to a grand and cruel execution under the burning sky where the meteorite fell.

"A name is fine, if you really have a chance."

"Herzog, Jung von Herzog."

How many years have passed, when this name is mentioned again, the extinguished ashes in Lu Mingfei's eyes will be lit with crimson fire, which is the hatred of gnashing teeth. Just spitting out this name between lips and teeth will cause resonance in the soul. .

"Herzog, that's the culprit of everything, if you can, kill him, chop his head off, chop off every one of his fingers, rip out his heart, The spine was also extracted and used as a whipping tool."

It was such a voice of hatred. Even if I tried my best to restrain it, I couldn't cover up the hateful and crazy murderous intention that made people tremble.

But the surging murderous intent in those hearts came too late and was too useless, and could only give rise to equal amounts of sadness and regret in their hearts.

"It's such a long-awaited name." Lin Nian was stunned for a long time, and after a long time he whispered, "It turns out he's not dead yet. I always thought he was."

"Do you know this name?" Lu Mingfei suddenly looked up at him, and saw equal parts hatred and static burning flames in Lin Nian's eyes.

"I know, but not much. I have seen him on many documents, and I have also met him in Japan - Japan." Lin Nian raised his head and looked at Lu Mingfei, "So the misfortune you have encountered, let All the pain you will remember throughout your life happened in the Japanese branch of the Sheqi Eight Family?"

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He didn't expect Lin Nian to be so sharp.

"Who died?" Lin Nian took a deep breath and asked calmly.

"." Lu Mingfei sat there with his head lowered and said nothing, his hands clenching into fists and shaking gently on his thighs.

"Is Okubo Ryoichi still alive?" he asked again.

"Who is that? Someone from the Sheqi Ba family? If so, I can't remember clearly, because many people died. Even if I later went to the cemetery to lay flowers at each grave, I couldn't remember so many names." Lu Mingfei whispered.

"You should have a seal on the man who testified for me at the hearing. Oh, you guys here probably haven't experienced that hearing." Lin Nian looked at Lu Mingfei who lowered his head, his golden pupils rippling slightly outside the glass curtain wall. of daylight.

"Hearings? There have been, but it was Senior Brother Chu Zihang who was put on trial. On your side, were you the one who was put on stage? What is your crime?"

"You just suspect that I am a dragon."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment and looked at Lin Nian strangely, "Are you still at the forefront of the times? Did you win the case in the end?"

"Thanks to you."

"Thanks to me?" Lu Mingfei was slightly startled, then nodded in relief, "It seems that we have a really good relationship with you."

"It's okay." Lin Nian nodded, "Apart from Chu Zihang, you are the one I trust the most. Although you are careless and unreliable in small things, in big things, I dare to put the most important thing in my life I entrust it to you because I believe you will not let me down.”

Lu Mingfei was stunned, and then fell silent. He placed his left hand gently in front of his abdomen. A kind of astonishment welled up in his heart, and the bitterness of the old red wine and the saltiness of the seawater filled his mouth.

Am I worthy of trust? Am I really trustworthy?

"You should be talking about the Lu Mingfei you know." He said weakly, "I'm not worthy of your trust, so don't put important things in my hands, I will mess it up."

This sentence took a lot of effort from him, and what came out from the tip of his tongue was a mountain of sorrow, sorrow for his past and present.

"No matter which Lu Mingfei it is, Lu Mingfei is always Lu Mingfei." Lin Nian said indifferently, "There is no difference between you in my eyes. There are only those who have made up their minds, and those who have not yet made up their minds and are still confused. . You just need an opportunity to become what you should be.”

"I" Lu Mingfei's eyes were filled with brightness, but when he saw the glow in Lin Nian's pupils, those burning memories and hysterical roars once again occupied his field of vision. The deep mines were like a stage. The ruins, the cold and pale princess on the high platform. The heavy weight of sadness made it difficult for him to breathe and look directly into the other person's believing eyes.

He was autistic and didn't dare to say more, so he remained silent.

Lin Nian stared at Lu Mingfei, closed his eyes, lowered his head and his breathing gradually became calmer.

In Lu Mingfei's silence, he gradually noticed that the air was getting quieter and quieter. He thought he would get Lin Nian's scolding and questioning, but it turned out not to be. The cafe was dead silent. He could hear the "ticking" of the clock on the first floor and the coffee machine. The brown coffee liquid inside slowly slides down the inner pot and finally merges into the shallow water bottom.

He breathed carefully and listened to the other person's emotions, but suddenly he found that he could no longer hear Lin Nian's breathing.

He thought the man couldn't ask for the information he wanted, so he finally left. But when he looked up, he was shocked to find that the man was still sitting there, still breathing normally - but the frequency was inexplicably in perfect agreement with Lu Mingfei. , so that Lu Mingfei thought he had left.

When Lu Mingfei raised his head, Lin Nian also raised his head. The frequency and brightness of the golden pupils in his eyes were even similar to Lu Mingfei's, reflecting the dejection and astonishment on his face.

"You killed someone." Lin Nian lowered his eyes.

Lu Mingfei's eyelids twitched, and Lin Nian continued, his voice low and slow,

"You are not actually sad for those whose graves you cannot remember, but you did go to the cemetery. You were very lost, walking among the forest of tombstones, aimlessly looking for a name. No, you were actually very depressed. Know where the tombstone stands, even if it is a tomb, it is the only place you can go."

"It must have been a rainy day. It was light rain. The cemetery is built in the mountains. It is a private territory. It should be the territory of the Sheqi Eighth Family. The person you want to worship is a member of the Sheqi Eighth Family. You cherish him and feel guilty at the same time. You think you killed him, which makes you walk slowly, slower and slower, passing by those sea-like tombstones, the photos on each one stare at you as if they are scolding you."

Huge panic and disbelief appeared in Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"You have been walking for a long time, because the tomb is very deep, and he has a very high status in the Sheqiba family. Isn't it Yuan Zhisheng? You walked to the tomb, but you didn't dare to raise your head. You held the hand in your hand A bouquet of flowers, no, what you are holding in your hand is something else. A toy, a toy with deep commemorative significance, carrying the memory of you and him."

His face grew paler.

Profile.

Lu Mingfei instantly understood everything Lin Nian had done. This man actually had the same profiling skills as Nono. He restored the scene behind the Japanese shrine just by relying on Lu Mingfei's few words and his mental state. The visit to the mountain and even the rainy weather were replicated. He was indeed holding a toy in his hand at that time.

A yellow-skinned duck clad in pear.

"The toy, the cenotaph, the one you are most sorry to kill from the Eight Snakes and Sevens." Lin Nian opened his eyes, his pupils filled with red, "It's the head of the Snakes and Eights, Eri Uesugi."

Lu Mingfei was speechless. His biggest psychological trauma was finally revealed, and blood was dripping. In recent years, he refused to contact any news from Japan. He avoided any news about Disney, Tokyo, and the Japanese branch as if he was avoiding the plague, just to allow himself to escape for a while longer and forget the past for a while before the nightmare came at night. Now, someone finally grabbed his shoulders, pulled him back, and broke all the armor he was armed with, revealing the humiliation and regret drilling and crawling happily along the pale bones in the flesh and under the skin. The itching and piercing pain rushed to the surface of the scalp and vented in every pore.

"How did Eri die?" Lin Nian looked directly at Lu Mingfei, his pupils burning with flames. It was not hatred and disgust for Lu Mingfei, but anger at this history that had already happened and the tragedy that had been smashed into a pile of slag on the ground.

It wasn't just Eri, he guessed that Gen Chisei, Sakura, Inuyama Ka, Okubo Ryoichi, all the people he cared about and knew were dead, crushed into miserable shapes and bloody by the huge disaster.

"Killed by Herzog, Eri became Herzog's container."

Lu Mingfei couldn't hear what his voice sounded like, and everything was blank in front of his eyes.

"Even if I killed Herzog, I couldn't save her. I went too late, and I killed her."