Chapter 192: Slaughter: Come and enter the water together
Shuji Tsushima met Izayoi Mochizuki by a river in New York.
The black-haired girl held her hands on the guardrail by the river and stared at the river in a daze.
Shuji Tsushima leaned against the railing and looked up at the sky.
"Miss Mochizuki, what do you think the meaning of life is?" He asked leisurely in silence.
"I don't know the meaning of human life." Izayoi Mochizuki lowered his head and stared at the river.
"Jealousy, trust, love, ferocity, kindness..."
"Humans are the most complex creatures in the world."
"The meaning of life is different for everyone."
"But the meaning of my life is just to live until death comes." The black-haired girl said in a deep voice.
"This is meaningless." She said calmly.
This girl who was regarded as a genius by countless people and was born into a privileged family did not look hopeless, but she was filled with emptiness that was visible to the naked eye.
Empty, as if it has everything and nothing.
"At least on this point, we are the same." She looked at Tsushima Shuji's bandage.
He raised his right hand and pulled off the bandage on his wrist.
A brown scar was exposed on his wrist.
Very flat.
"When I was fourteen years old, I picked up a knife and cut my wrist. I looked at the blood flowing more and more and thought about the meaning of my life."
"I can't believe it." She suddenly laughed.
"After being sent to the hospital, I needed seven or eight stitches, leaving scars that will never disappear for the rest of my life."
"I like this scar very much. Death once kissed me." She touched the scar on her wrist and said.
"The same goes for you," she asked Tsujima Shuji.
"Death has kissed me countless times, but abandoned me again." Shuji Tsushima leaned against the railing, blowing the wind with his eyes closed.
"I'm going back to my own world." Izayoi Mochizuki climbed over the railing.
"Farewell, Tsushima-kun."
She jumped into the river.
Tsujima Shuji stood by the river, expressionless as he watched the girl's figure being swallowed by the river.
Another sound of water sounded.
He also got into the water.
Izayoi Mochizuki opened his eyes underwater and saw another peaceful figure not far away.
The other party also opened his eyes.
The black eyes and the kite-colored left eye looked at each other in the water.
Calm and desperate eyes looking at each other.
In that kite-colored left eye, there is a deep sea of despair that can drown a person.
[Don’t worry, Miss Mochizuki.]
[You will leave alone as you wish.]
Izayoi Mochizuki stared at the other party with melancholy eyes, and closed his eyes with relief and compassion.
Tsushima Shuji looked at the other person and closed his eyes.
…
Shuji Tsushima was fished ashore.
After applying first aid, he opened his eyes.
"Cough cough cough..." He sat on the ground and coughed.
Suddenly I lost interest in talking.
He just watched with dark eyes as the people on the other side rescued Izayoi Mochizuki.
Even thinking with malicious intent in my heart.
If he was ready to leave with high expectations, he was rescued.
How desperate Miss Mochizuki must be.
Thanks to the man’s unremitting efforts to save her.
Izayoi Mochizuki opened his eyes.
Lying on the ground, his black eyes stared blankly at the sky.
Shuji Tsushima's eyes darkened and he raised the corners of his mouth silently.
The police also rushed to the scene.
Since the White Crow incident, New York police have become particularly active.
Looking at the two young girls who had just saved their lives.
Don't know what to say.
"What are your names?" he asked.
No one paid attention to him.
On the 16th night, I looked at the moon in a daze and shut myself up.
Shuji Tsushima's eyes were dark and indifferent.
If someone feels the same pain as him, he should laugh.
But what filled his heart was only unspeakable emptiness and despair.
How pitiful, Miss Mochizuki.
Izayoi looked at the moon at the sky, caressing the scar on his right wrist, recalling the experience of being rescued for the first time.
This is her second suicide.
When she was rescued for the first time, death left a mark on her wrist.
She believed that it was a sign that would lead her back at any time.
But this time, death left nothing behind.
"What happened to these two children?" the police officer asked the man who rescued the two children.
"I don't know." The man shook his head.
"We were just passing by and saw the two of them in the river, so we rescued them," the man said.
The policeman frowned.
"Where is your guardian?" he asked, standing in front of Tsushima Shuji.
Shuji Tsushima raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head.
Izayoi Mochizuki sat up uninterested and touched his dripping hair.
"You two..." the policeman said hesitantly.
These two faces seem familiar...
Where have you seen it?
He stared at the boy for a long time and saw the bandage on his face.
Bandage on right eye.
black hair…
"That player in the archery competition? He was shortlisted with perfect scores in both the preliminary and semi-finals..." He thought for a while, but he couldn't remember the opponent's neon name.
"Could that be the talented writer Mochizuki?" the policeman thought to himself as he looked at the black-haired and black-eyed girl on the other side.
Not long ago, the other party promoted their new work on TV.
These two...
The policeman looked at the two young geniuses sitting on the ground, lost in thought.
Not long ago, he was the star of the TV show. Why was he fished out of the river today?
"Who is your guardian?" the policeman asked.
"If no guardian comes to pick you up, you have to go back to the police station with us."
There is no other way.
Shuji Tsushima sighed and took out a mobile phone from his dripping coat.
It seems that it is not enough that one police station in New York City was bombed.
"Ahem..." He coughed and dialed the phone, handing the phone to the policeman standing aside.
He shook his head to show that he couldn't speak.
The police took the phone.
"Xiuzhi?" A gentle male voice came from the other side.
"Hello, I am a police officer from the Bronx Police Department in New York. Your children are in our police station due to an unexpected situation. Are you available to pick them up?" For some reason, the policeman's tone was quite respectful.
"Of course, just wait a moment." The man on the other end of the phone said and hung up.
"Your guardian said he would pick you up right away." The policeman returned the phone to Shujida Tsushima.
"Then Miss Mochizuki..." He came to Izayoi Mochizuki.
"She is with me." Tsushima Shuji said calmly.
"Cough cough cough..." Then he coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Policeman: ...In this case, is it really okay to go to the police station?
I should go to the hospital...
Although he thought so, he still took the two of them back to the police station.
Tsujima Shuji and Izayoi Mochizuki were wrapped in blankets like victims, holding steaming milk in their hands.
Sitting on chairs in rows.
From time to time, a police lady would come over to feed me.
Shuji Tsushima's pockets were stuffed with snacks.
More popular than watching the moon on Izayoi.
Shuji Tsushima: Numbness, I’m used to it.
"Ahem..." He coughed twice expressionlessly to express his gratitude.
"Xiu Zhi." The sound of the wheelchair rolling sounded.