Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 106, Section 043: Glimpses from the Alley Corner

As Ryoma looked at the three corpses that had died suddenly, the fear in his heart was amplified infinitely.

It's it. It's it...

It can actually talk...

"How did you kill them..." His voice trembled as he spoke.

"They have a red thread that leads to their death; just grab it," the voice replied. "Any questions?"

This is the devil who has been killing the people around him since he was a child.

The dragon horse's jaw clenched and its lips trembled so much it couldn't close, but it didn't want to pay any attention to it.

He stood up, his skin and flesh feeling as if they were soaked in salt water, and he was overwhelmed by pain, so he could only grit his teeth.

Despite suffering so many knife wounds, his opponent showed no mercy. Ryoma remembered that the deepest wound had cut to the bone, but in the blink of an eye, the bleeding from all his wounds had stopped. Although he was still in pain, he could move without much difficulty.

While the devil is killing others, he is constantly strengthening his own life force.

This was the first time he had ever faced the monster on his body so clearly.

Or rather, the monster has finally developed its own consciousness.

He quickly looked at Fujiwara, the policewoman's brows furrowed slightly, she was about to wake up.

"She seems to be waking up soon, should we kill her?"

The other party asked a question.

"Wait! Don't do anything reckless! From now on, you are not allowed to kill anyone again!" Ryoma could no longer tolerate it.

"Okay," was the other person's reply.

The dragon horse was taken aback; it seemed surprisingly easy to talk to.

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"do not know."

Suddenly, the dragon horse didn't know how to communicate with it, as if there were still many common-sense things that the other party was completely unaware of.

"You... have amnesia? You know what amnesia is, right? It's losing your memories."

"Memory? I don't know, I just woke up."

Longma wanted to ask more questions, but the policewoman snorted and sat up, patting her head.

"Where am I?"

Without her glasses, Fujiwara's vision was blurry. She squinted before she could barely make out that the person standing in front of her was Ryoma.

"You're awake, Ms. Fujiwara. During the explosion, Jealousy saved you and asked me to help you escape," Yu Dong said somewhat guiltily.

Fujiwara glanced at the scene: two corpses, and in the distance, a trail of bloodstains, with vague figures lying on the ground.

She quickly assessed the situation, braced herself against the concrete pavement to stand up, the gravel making her palms ache.

"Are people still hunting us? We need to contact Pride and the others as soon as possible. What about Jealousy?"

Ryoma kept paying attention to that voice and didn't really listen to Fujiwara's words.

"Hey."

Fujiwara Chizuru called out.

"what?"

Fujiwara gave him a disapproving look and said, "Any news of jealousy? I'll have to go check it out."

"But we can't beat them."

"How do you know you can't win if you don't even try?" Fujiwara's voice suddenly rose, "Weren't these guys already taken down?"

“But I didn’t kill them… I didn’t kill anyone,” Ryoma explained.

“I know.” Fujiwara Chizuru gave him a disappointed look, then glanced around intentionally or unintentionally. “Since someone is helping, the more the merrier. It should be a sniper.”

"I see."

He quickly followed.

Fujiwara Chizuru glanced at him; the young man was covered in blood, clearly having suffered greatly while she was unconscious. She slowed her pace, no longer looking at him, and abruptly asked, "Are your injuries serious?"

"It's out of the way."

Fujiwara Chizuru remained noncommittal.

Ahead, flames blazed, and the faint smell of burning could be detected in the air.

"Please make sure nothing happens to you."

The dragon-horse murmured a prayer.

Fujiwara Chizuru glared at him and said, "Can't you be a little more dignified? They've risked their lives in this battle; they should at least show some manly courage in facing it."

The dragon horse was taken aback.

He had a vague feeling that everyone around him seemed to treat him like a child who hadn't grown up.

Feeling she had spoken too harshly, Fujiwara Chizuru added softly, "They have tried their best to create an ideal world for you, but reality is still cruel, and there are times when they are powerless to maintain it. Don't let their kindness go to waste."

You Donglongma smiled wryly: "I'm not that naive, am I?"

“A man who lives in his own idealism isn’t exactly immature, he just needs to grow up.” Fujiwara Chizuru was merciless when she criticized people.

"At least you have to be able to maintain your ideal world, otherwise what's the difference between you and those dwarfs who make empty promises about a bright future but are actually cowardly and incompetent?"

The dragon-horse remained silent, gazing up at the misty night sky.

……

Seeing the dragon-horse raise its head, Fu Xun quickly squatted down. Although they were nearly 200 meters apart, caution was still advised. He grinned and asked the unconscious person on the ground:

"Am I right?"

He fiddled with the sniper rifle in his hand. Goodness, it wasn't a light sniper rifle. Being able to occupy such a high vantage point, a supersonic weapon is still quite difficult to handle. Fortunately, his destiny was "Pass Every Exam." Here, "exam" doesn't just mean test, but test, which couldn't be more convenient for learning these unfamiliar skills.

With a series of clicks, he successfully removed the magazine, gun mount, and other components. He checked that there were no extra snipers around. This kind of supersonic weapon probably couldn't be mass-produced yet, and there was no other sniper nearby.

"I guess the mission is complete," Fu Xun said, pursing his lips. "He was both a bodyguard and a messenger."

He waited a while, then poked his head out from the top of the tall building, holding binoculars, and looked towards the distant intersection: "We've run into them."

……

“Jealousy!” Ryoma shouted at the empty street.

Amidst the burning flames, bodies lay scattered across the ground. The broken trunk and motorcycle were far apart, but thick, black engine oil trickled down from the exhaust pipe. The motorcycle continued its soft, rhythmic clattering, occasionally punctuated by a sudden thud, like a dying warhorse lying in a pool of blood, its piercing headlights like rolled-up eyes, snorting its final, restless breath.

The rider was already decapitated, the iron chain auger wrapped around his body, the other end of which was nowhere to be found.

There were also many men in black suits, heads bowed, lying in pools of blood, the bright flames surrounding them like silent prayers.

On the red brick and black wall, hangs an unresponsive body, its head dangling on the other side of the wall, its feet dangling off the ground, blood dripping from the tips of its shoes.

It was exceptionally tragic.

You Donglongma's heart tightened, and he became increasingly uneasy about his jealous situation.

Suppressing the unease that gripped her, Fujiwara Chizuru crouched down to examine the wound: "The wound is clean and continuous; it was caused by that knife."

"There was a lot of blood around, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it was in the flames, but the bloodstains over there had not yet dried."

As they followed, they became even more vigilant.

Following the trail of blood, around the corner, one could see...

At the corner of the alley, next to the overturned vending machine, the man in the haori sat leaning against the metal box, his back hunched.

The scorched robe was somewhat blackened, and the knife beside him leaned quietly against the telephone pole, reflecting the firelight from the next street, just like the quiet man, who held an opened mineral water bottle in his hand, yet looked drowsy.

Seeing the man covered in blood, tears welled up in Ryoma's eyes, and with a trembling voice, he softly called out:

"Jealousy Bro..."

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