Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

Later, Beppu Shinsuke did not cause any trouble to Liu Quan.

His eyes were red, staring at her snow-white hair that hadn't changed back—it was the symbol of Rakshasa's transformation.However, perhaps it was because Xixiang did not investigate her Rakshasa status to the bottom, and did not tell Beppu what to do about it. Although Beppu seemed to want to ask, in the end he still held back. Under this harmful impulse.

After all, both sides at war had created monsters like Rakshasa.Just based on the isolated fact of being a Rakshasa, it is not possible to tell whether the Bian Ruoshui used by Liu Quan came from the Shinsengumi or Tosa and Sacho.

Moreover, now that Xixiang is dead, it is actually meaningless to investigate a woman's true background and identity.

So Beppu just returned the knife to Liu Quan, and then asked symbolically, "What are your plans now".

Liu Quan thought for a while, and felt that of course he couldn't say, "I'm going to find the deputy head of the Shinsengumi back then."However, now that Xixiang has died, System Bacteria has not announced the completion of the mission, which is also very suspicious. I don’t know if further investigation is needed here; Of course we couldn’t admit defeat on this before, we must have a big fight!”, and then headed in the opposite direction from when Beppu came.

Of course she wasn't looking for some final destination.It's not about fighting the enemy(?) bravely.Even different from the impassioned declaration just now, she has no intention of rushing in the direction where the deputy chief might appear for the time being.

Standing on the hillside, she tried her best to find out the direction again, and then——

Holding the rifle that seemed to be able to fire just now, he rushed down in a certain direction!

The closer she was to the battle zone she predicted, the more she could hear the bursts of gunfire.Bullets swished around her body like no money, and the dilapidated barricades that had been bombarded were still bursting with dust as the bullets hit the sandbags, almost obscuring people's sight.The corpses lay lying on the muddy ground between the barricades and passages. Some were wearing straight military uniforms, and some were in tattered clothes with a white cloth tied around their left arms.The ground is full of sewage and shell craters, and the ground is so slippery that it is difficult to walk. For a moment, Liu Quan felt as if he had returned to the mountains and forests of Taharazaka; however, the sky today is extremely clear. In a corner of the diffuse field of vision, where the smog temporarily cannot cover, the sky of Kagoshima reveals an almost clear blue-blue color.

She lowered her body and walked between the half-decadal fortresses made of sandbags and logs, trying to use the advantages of the terrain to cover her body—although the body of Rakshasa would not die easily even if it was injured, but it was not the case now. When you are injured!She still has work to do!

Finally, when she stumbled over another corpse with a white cloth tied on her left arm, she lifted her foot but slipped. In order to maintain her body's center of gravity, she couldn't lift her foot high enough to step over the corpse , stumbled hard——

Then, she heard a painful groan from below.

Liu Quan suddenly stopped, and lowered her head to stare at the body she thought was the "remain" under her feet.

The body struggled again—although the movement was slight, there was no doubt that the person was still alive.

Liu Quan was taken aback, and quickly squatted down.

"Hey! How's it going? Are you still alive?!" She also had to raise her voice a little amidst the roar of gunfire.

The owner of that body stood still for a moment, and then squirmed again with great difficulty.

He seemed to have almost lost the ability to control his body, and he could only muster the last bit of strength to open his eyes.

"……who is it……?"

Liu Quan squinted her eyes and tried her best to recognize him, but the blood stains on the opponent's face were hardened together with the mud, almost covering his face like a mask, making it impossible for her to recognize the opponent's facial features.

She had no choice but to report to her family first.

"I'm Kujo." She said simply.

The man was silent for a moment, then moved his lips.Voices squeezed from his throat, which had become rough and dry almost like sandpaper, and sounded like broken syllables.

"First, sir——and...?"

Liu Quan immediately understood the question the other party wanted to ask, lowered his eyes and replied tactfully: "In order to preserve my last glory and reputation, I have... cut my belly."

The other party remained silent for a long time—maybe it was just because the fire of his own life was extremely weak, so he couldn't even express his grief or shock.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a few syllables.

"Shinpachi...in front...go, save—"

Before he finished speaking, the man's head was already heavily tilted to the side.

Liu Quan paused for a moment, then stretched out his hand to press on the artery in the other's neck - he couldn't feel the beating anymore.

She sighed silently and stood up.

At least she knew now that Murata Shinpachi was ahead, and, until this moment, might still be alive.

There was a question she really wanted to ask him.Perhaps only he can give the answer.

Liu Quan continued to bow his waist, trotting quickly along the narrow passage between the fortresses.

At the other end of this trench, the bullets are more dense.

After Murata Shinpachi burned the suit jacket with the photo sewn on it, he only wore a shirt, trousers and a Western-style vest.At this moment, his face is covered with smoke and dust, his white shirt has been stained red in patches with blood, and his vest is torn; In front of a rare fort that was basically intact, against the hail of bullets flying around, he climbed up the pile of sandbags with great difficulty, and then fell towards the inside of the fort as soon as he turned over.

He had already begun to lose control, and his somewhat cumbersome body slammed on the ground behind the sandbag.He gritted his teeth, endured the pain from all parts of his body, moved his body slowly, and suddenly leaned his back against the pile of sandbags.

Before the officers and soldiers rushed up or the shells did not fall directly on the fortress, this was temporarily regarded as a blind spot for bullets to shoot; Murata Shinpachi leaned back against the pile of uneven sandbags, and took a long breath of relief.

He is still alive.There is hope in life.But--

He felt a chill.The blood flowing from the wound on his body seemed to take away all his vitality, as if no matter how time passed, the blood flowing out there would not coagulate.

He panted heavily, his eyes wandered back and forth in the square inch in front of him, and finally found what he was looking for.

He leaned in that direction with great effort, stretched out a hand in vain, but couldn't reach the thing.And this simple action seemed to have exhausted his remaining strength, his hand suddenly fell from mid-air, and fell to his side with a bang.

He closed his eyes, breathing lightly and rapidly.He knew that he was not dead yet, but he also guessed that the current self might be dead in the eyes of others——

The next moment, he heard a familiar voice.

"Murata-kun?! Hey, are you still alive!?"

Perhaps it was because at the end of the road, there was no longer any need to deliberately conceal the clear and melodious voice of a woman. At this moment, the voice could clearly be distinguished as belonging to a young woman.

Murata Shinpachi was panting, and after gathering strength for what seemed like a long time, he was able to struggle to open the already extremely heavy eyelids again, and his slack eyesight slowly focused for a moment.

In his shaky vision, a face with beautiful facial features appeared in front of him even though it was covered with smoke and dust.

"... Jiu, Tiao..." He struggled to squeeze out these few syllables, but he could no longer pronounce the following titles.

His vision faltered and blurred for a moment; but before he lost his strength, he suddenly heard her voice.

"Mr. Beppu, you have made a mistake for Mr. Saigo."

Although she was reporting the bad news, her voice was extremely calm.

Murata Shinpachi was shocked for a moment, and then his brain, which had become dull due to blood loss, received the amount of information it should have received from this sentence belatedly.

Saigo-san...is he dead?Since it is mentioned that the wrong person is Beppu Shinsuke, it means that Mr. Xixiang performed seppuku on his own, and did not die at the hands of those soldiers of the army, right?

"Ha, ha..." He panted heavily, feeling that his lungs were probably refusing to work, and sometimes he felt suffocated, so he had to open his mouth wide to breathe air, like a boat out of water. like fish.

When he finally gathered enough strength to speak again, he was a little surprised to find that she was squatting in front of him, patiently waiting for him to speak.

"Yes, yes... Finally, it's here... this day..." He said with great difficulty, almost squeezing out one syllable from his already stiff throat; his chest seemed to be filled with Like cement mortar, something heavy and viscous was squeezed there, as if it was about to force out the last breath of air in his lung cavity.

He didn't concentrate on looking at her again.In fact, he felt that he couldn't do that anymore—his fading gaze was now focused on something he had just discovered on the ground—his knife.

Now, the knife was thrown on the ground not far from him.The blade was stained with blood, but seppuku was enough—unfortunately, with his current strength, he couldn't reach it anymore.

He stared at the knife until she seemed to notice his secret longing.

He saw her half straighten up and walked over, picked up the knife, and walked back to his side.However, she didn't hand him the knife right away.

This strange behavior puzzled him for a moment, and he had to spend a little more time to gather the strength to ask.

"W-how... that, can you pass it to me...?"

He broke his words into fragments, and it was rare for her to understand what he meant; but then she shook her head at him.

Murata Shinpachi:? ? ?

What is she going to do.Could it be... Doubting his determination to serve the country by harakiri?

The next second he heard her—asking a bewildering question.

"That piece of music... what was the name of that piece of music you played on the eve of breaking out from Mount Kawaii?"

Murata Shinpachi: "..."

Ah, he is about to die, and now what she is concerned about is not Mr. Xixiang's death to serve the country, not Satsuma's failure, nor the fact that he is going to die in front of her soon, nor is it that she might sacrifice later The possibility here—it’s the title of a song, isn’t it a bit out of date and ridiculous?

However, even with his already blurred vision, she can still tell that she is staring at his face at this moment, refusing to let go of the slightest change on his face, as if... the answer to this question is of great importance to her. How important it is.

That look reminded him of something.After a burst of wheezing and wheezing, he spoke in a low voice.

"Time passes," he said.

The author has something to say:

February 11:

Near the end, Calvin is my favorite stunt [Kicked away]

In order to foreshadow, I wrote more

Next chapter!The next chapter will definitely make the Deputy Chief's debut!trust me! 【Hello!

Next update: Either Monday or Tuesday【.

PS. The "cute mountain" that the girl said breaks through, and cute mountain is the name of that mountain.

I don't know if you still remember, when the girl ran to find the deputy chief and came back, the night Sa army set off in the dark.Before departure, Murata Shinpachi was ordered to burn Saigo's general uniform on the hillside. He played an old song on the accordion at that time, and what the girl asked him now was the title of that song.