Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 400 397. The Flower Language of Dried Mango
In a Japanese-style courtyard full of the atmosphere of the old times, an old man is sitting under the eaves.

The old man looked to be in his twilight years. His skin was wrinkled like orange peel, his white hair was sparse, and his wide-sleeved gray kimono seemed to be worn on a thin hanger.

He held a cup of green tea in his hand and gazed calmly ahead, like an old Buddha sculpture.

However, if you look closely, you can feel something strange in the old man's gray eyes that is inconsistent with his age.

Those were a pair of eyes full of surging emotions, as if hiding an ancient and powerful dragon.

"Report, Master Undead Asylum!" A man dressed in a suit and sunglasses, dressed like a secret agent, opened the door with a swish and reported in a serious tone:

"We received a report that the Qinggong Temple family also."

"Was Takikiyo also killed?" The old man interrupted him and sighed, "What a pity. Whether they are dead or alive will not affect the [Gensokyo Project], but out of our past kindness, I still hope that they can go to the New World with me and witness the splendor of the Yamato Empire with their own eyes."

"I'm sorry!" The man in black bowed hastily, "It's my fault for not doing my job well! As long as Master Undead House says the word, I will do it even if I have to commit seppuku to apologize!"

"." Undead Temple Ryujin suddenly stared at the man in black seriously for a long time, until the man felt uneasy, then he showed a vicissitudes of life in his eyes and slowly spoke:
"If you are truly willing to dedicate your life to me, then die on the battlefield. You are the Black Dragon spy I cultivated, so stop saying such insulting words to your wisdom."

"Yes, I'm sorry!" The man in black bowed again.

"No need to waste time on polite talk. How's the investigation going?" Ryujin of the Undead Institution turned around, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

“Yes, yes!” The man in black said quickly, “Regarding the investigation of the murder organization, the Metropolitan Police Department’s special search operation team has made a breakthrough.”

"Oh? Tell me about it." Ryujin of the Undead Institution raised his eyebrows.

"According to forensic identification, almost all the victims had their skulls crushed," the man in black reported.
"However, after careful comparison, they found that the brains collected from the victims were not from the victims themselves. They were more like the brains of livestock such as pigs and swine."

"You mean, the victims' real brains are gone, right?" Ryujin Undead Institution's fingers trembled slightly, and he quickly asked back.

"That's right, Master Undead Asylum!" The man in black continued, "This is exactly what the police have concluded."

"Then what do you think is the reason why that group of people did this?" Ryujin of the Undead Institution glanced at him.

"After thinking about it, we came up with a possibility." The man in black said solemnly: "Not long ago, a senior agent of the KJ organization, Bonye Otonashi, defected. It is very likely that she joined this team with some of the stolen soul technology."

"There is a technology in soul science that can directly extract memory information by reading the soul of another person. That group of people seemed to be killing people, but their actual purpose was to steal the brains of the victims and take them back to extract their memories in order to obtain information."

Undead Institution Ryujin nodded slightly and said, "What you said makes sense, but you missed one question."

"I'm so sorry!! What's the problem? Please enlighten me, sir!" The man in black bowed hastily.

"The 'soul reading' technology you mentioned can indeed do this, and it is indeed very likely that it was stolen by that traitor." Undead Institution Ryujin nodded and said calmly:
"But the equipment needed for soul reading is extremely sophisticated and complex. It is difficult to manufacture and operate except in the highest-standard laboratories."

"Moreover, the 'soul reading' equipment usually scans living people. If it is just a dead brain, it is difficult to get any results."

The man in black hesitated and said, "That is to say, the group only took away the victim's brain and not for "soul reading"?"

"No, I think your guess is correct." Undead Temple Ryujin narrowed his eyes slightly: "That group of people acted meticulously and their attacks were very targeted. They must have known a lot of information about us in advance, and they have a constant source of information. To do this, I think they can only use a technology similar to "soul reading." "

"But you said, this is impossible," the man in black asked in surprise.

"No, there is actually a method that can obtain memory information only through the brain." The Undead Institution Ryujin recalled and sighed:
"I remember that was a year ago."

"No. P01!" The man in black immediately remembered.

Ryujin of the Undead Institution nodded slowly.

"But P01 was thrown into the [abandoned pit] and disposed of a long time ago. It's impossible for him to still be alive!" The man in black became more and more surprised.

However, Ryujin of the Undead Temple stared at him and ordered, "Go check it out."

"Yes!" The man in black did not dare to disobey and immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Oh, there's one more thing." Ryujin of the Undead Temple stopped the black-clad agent who was about to leave and ordered:
"If my brain is not completely rotten, I guess their next target will be the Yasukuni Shrine and the Izanami Core."

"How could they know that we were hiding so secretly?" The man in black was about to refute, but he quickly stopped and responded, "Yes! I will order them to strengthen their vigilance right now."

"If I were to handle this, I would immediately send someone to move the Izanami Core to another place." But Fushigiin Ryujin said:
"Also, send all the Kamikazes currently on standby there to guard the place."

"After all, that's where many of my old friends rest. They fought and died for this country, and I don't like anyone disturbing them."

"Yes, Master Undead Institution!" The man in black was obviously moved by his 'righteousness', tears welled up in his eyes: "I will do it right away! I will defend that holy land even if I die! For the Yamato Empire, for KJ's dream!"

"Then this combat meeting ends here." Bon Ye Yin Wuwei brought the combat meeting to an end:
"Tonight, we will launch an attack on the Yasukuni Shrine, targeting the Izanami core hidden inside."

"Based on my understanding of the Undead Institution Dragon, he has more or less guessed the situation on our side. He may even have guessed that P01 is still alive and has taken some action."

"We have to execute the plan based on the premise of facing five Kamikaze Immortals at the same time. This time we need as many people as possible, and all of us have to go out together."

Chen Han glanced at Mishima Jack and Mikazuki Meikata and asked, "Do you mean that even our craftsmen and drivers have to come along?"

"I don't care!" Jack Mishima clenched his fists, which were as big as sandbags, and bumped them against each other. "To be honest, the only battles I've had before were a few street gang fights and black boxing matches, but I will try my best to provide you with cover."

"If it's just providing on-site support, I can handle it." Sanrizuki Meifang glanced at Chen Han without surprise: "I served in the army for a period of time before, and no one here is more familiar with the weapons I made than me."

"Really? I still feel unstable." Chen Han said in a panic: "If we really have to face five kamikaze monsters at the same time, what's the use of having two more people?"

At this time, Hong Zhongjin interrupted and said, "You coward, you want to say bad things before you even start the action? If your fighting spirit is only this low, then you might as well commit suicide now and forget about seeing your nephew again in this life!"

"I know!" Chen Han glanced back and forth several times: "I'm just worried! There is too much gambling involved in our plan this time!"

"I understand you, Mr. Chen Han." Bonny Night Otonashi said, "It's just that we don't have many chances. If we want to defeat them, we can only gamble even with our lives. I said, this is our last battle, so we must not hold on to luck like before."

These words spoken by Otonari Kagaya were undoubtedly extremely important. After all, she had already sacrificed her life for her own cause. Her awareness was well deserved, and no one was qualified to question it.

"I, I understand. How can I back down now?" Chen Han sighed and said:
"Although I am still mainly responsible for logistical and technical support, according to the plan, I will also be on the front line. If you fail, I will also die. Anyway, remember that my life is also tied to yours."

"So, does everyone have no objection?" Kagome Otonashi looked around at everyone with a smile.

She was met with silence, announcing the unanimous approval of the plan.

After the meeting, everyone began to make final preparations.

After Hillis finished organizing her equipment, she went to the kitchen to heat up a plate of frozen pasta in the microwave and brought it into Eliza's room.

The raid on the Yasukuni Shrine requires all personnel to participate in the front line, so Kiyomiya Eliza will be left alone at home. Although Kanoya Otomu promised to use the base's AI monitoring program to ensure her safety at all times, Shilis is still worried.

Eliza Qinggong was still sitting on the bed, dumbfounded, drowsy but trying to hold on. She was like a rose struggling to survive in the cold winter, with frost and snow all over its bright petals, lonely and pitiful. Seeing Shirley coming, she just nodded slightly and continued to sit there in a daze.

Hillary looked at the untouched, cold and solidified food on the bedside table and couldn't help but frown.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." After holding it in for a while, Hillis had no choice but to put the plate of pasta on the bedside and take away the cold food for her:

"I am sorry for you, little Elizabeth."

Qing Gong Eliza turned her head and asked in a confused tone: "Why? Why do you want to apologize to me?"

"Because of me..." Shirley was choked.

"You didn't do anything wrong, did you?" Qinggong Eliza shook her head, her tone so calm that it was frightening:
"Since she did nothing wrong, why should Ms. Hillis apologize?"

"I was wrong!" Shilis gritted her teeth and said, "Hong Zhongjin, that lunatic! Really. I really am! That lunatic!!"

"Hongzhong. Haha, are you talking about Jiuzhou Cheng?" Qinggong Eliza suddenly lowered her head and laughed creepily: "Is he wrong?"

"He" Hilliston felt guilty: "Maybe. There must be one! No matter what, he has gone too far!!!"

"Hehe~ Then let's assume that he is wrong, but isn't it my father who made him like this?" Qinggong Eliza asked faintly: "If his situation were in your place, would you guarantee that you would not be more angry than he is?"

"This I... I..." Hilliston was speechless and couldn't say anything.

Hillis found that she could not understand Eliza Qinggong's position and thoughts no matter what, nor could she comfort her from the most appropriate perspective.

After a long while, Hillis's face almost turned red, and she couldn't think of how to comfort the girl in front of her who had suffered the pain of losing her loved ones. She could only say a few polite words of comfort and ran away from the room.

After Shirleys left, Qinggong Eliza covered her face with her hands and laughed coldly, her laughter full of sarcasm.

Whose fault is it for the series of events and tragedies that happened to me?

A mother who is a spy? A father who is in league with the KJ organization? Rebels like Miss Hillis? Kyushu Makoto who turned into an avenger after experiencing despair?
If I have to say, probably all the mistakes can be traced back to Ryujin of the Undead Institution - the culprit.

But who was responsible for the Undead Temple Dragon's fault? And was the current situation really just his fault?
Besides, what Fushigiin Ryujin did also represented the will of Wano Country. As a fellow Wano Countryman, does she really have the position and qualifications to criticize Fushigiin Ryujin?

Since her mother's death, Qing Gong Eliza has made up her mind to be a rational and calm person, thinking about problems with the most efficient logic without any emotionality.

But on this issue, the more Qing Gong Eliza forced herself to think calmly, the more she felt as if her brain was about to split, and her thoughts became more and more confused.

The problems she had faced were all about the conflict between "good and evil". She and the police officers on her side were "good", while the KJ organization, which was full of crimes, was her enemy and "evil".

In other words, she is right and her enemies are wrong. Once any tragedy happens to her, she can justifiably blame and hate those "evil forces" and use this to spur herself on - this is a seemingly heavy but actually simple and easy way of thinking.

However, now that she knows the truth and sees clearly the undercurrent she is in, she suddenly realizes that the tragedy that happened to her may be everyone's fault, but it is also no one's fault.

All the people who played important roles in her tragedy were not absolutely good or evil, but were acting for their own goals and beliefs.

Everyone is equally right and equally wrong.

Eliza of the Qing Palace cannot blame anyone, nor can she hate anyone, and she has no right to stand on anyone's side and criticize the other side.

There is no reason for her to seek revenge on one side, because by doing so, she would be aiding and abetting the other side.

The tragedy she was in was just the aftermath of the collision of countless tragedies, big and small.

Because of this, she felt pain she had never experienced before. It hurt as if a thick tube was inserted into her throat, and she could neither swallow nor spit out. She could only breathe the bloody air with difficulty and endure endless torture.

No matter who it was, no one could comfort her.

The best way for her to relieve her emotions right now is probably to stop thinking and convince herself to hate someone.

As long as she tried to hypnotize herself, convinced herself to hate one of the people involved in this tragedy, and convinced herself that she was still the "righteous victim", she would probably feel better.

Perhaps because she was in too much mental pain, her psychological protection mechanism made her start to do this involuntarily.

Who should she hate?

Father? Mother?
In any case, she had spent many warm times with her parents, and she had never forgotten the kindness of her parents in raising her.

Ryujin from the Undead Asylum?
In her memory, Fushigiin Ryujin had contacted her many times as "Northern Courtyard Moro", a kind and knowledgeable old man who had given her a lot of care. Therefore, even after learning his true identity, Kiyomiya Eliza felt confused for a while, and could not feel extreme hatred towards him anyway.

As for other people, no matter who they were, they seemed too far away for her to hate with all her heart.

After eliminating all the other options, the person she is most likely to hate right now is probably the cruel and brutal monster "Jiuzhou Cheng" who killed her entire family in front of her and almost killed her, right?
Yes, as long as I hate him, I will feel better. Anyway, he has always been indifferent, Qing Gong Eliza thought, with a self-deprecating and miserable smile on her lips.

"Creaky!" Suddenly, the door was opened roughly.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hillis, please let me be alone for a while." Qinggong Eliza lowered her head and didn't look at her, but just pleaded.

But the next moment, she felt something hit her head.

"Eh?" Qinggong Eliza quickly grabbed the bag and took a look: "Dried mango?"

This is a bag of dried mango snacks, the kind you can buy in department stores, with a cartoon image of a smiling boy giving a thumbs up printed on the cover.

Qinggong Eliza looked up in astonishment, only to find that the door had been closed again.

Through the crack of the door that was about to close, she saw a pair of eyes that were filled with murderous intent and looked like the remains of a dead body.

Those were the eyes she wanted to see the most, but also the eyes she didn't want to see the most.

Then, she vaguely heard the sound of a group of people going out.

After the sound of someone leaving the house completely disappeared, she tore open the package with a "hiss!" and stared blankly at the dried mangoes inside that exuded a strong smell of icing sugar.

After hesitating for a moment, she, hungry as she was, stuffed one of the pieces into her mouth and chewed it hard, as if she wanted to chew up all the tragedy and swallow it.

Then, she covered her mouth and her stomach began to twitch, as if she was about to vomit.

This was the first time in her life that she felt like vomiting after eating mango food.

"The industrial saccharin tastes so strong and unpalatable." With tears in her eyes, she sobbed and spat out the dried mangoes. She couldn't help sobbing:
"Why? You all talk to yourselves. No one considers my feelings."

(End of this chapter)