Chapter 199: 89: Why fear the evils? (5k)

Shiraishikawa never expected that he would take a "posthumous photo" of Shinagawa District.

"Section, Section Chief, what should we do? The company is gone!" Saito's voice was filled with tears.

She has a considerable bonus that she has not received yet!
Why didn’t the company go bankrupt before paying out the bonuses?

Besides, it’s too magical that monsters invade Tokyo. Is my rental house still there?
In Hokkaido, the two have already checked into the hotel where they redeemed their winnings and have been trying to contact the company, but perhaps because the infrastructure in Shinagawa District was severely damaged, the Internet and phone calls were unavailable.

He also called Shiraishi Ko as soon as possible. Although the disaster did not cause much impact on Adachi Ward, who can say for sure? Nothing could make him feel at ease more than hearing his brother's words in person.

Fortunately, Shiraishi Ko answered his call and said he was safe.

Shiraishikawa felt a little relieved. At least now he only had to worry about whether he could still go to class.

As an employee, he never dreamed that one day he would pray for his boss's good health and safety.

After all, the treatment during this period has really improved visibly. It is really difficult to get such treatment in another company. To put it bluntly, it is simply impossible.

"Don't worry, maybe they have all evacuated in advance." Shiraishikawa's comfort was pale, but he was also grateful at the same time.

It was as if there was a thread of fate that silently pulled him out of the life-and-death crisis. Everything seemed like a replica of Final Destination. The goddess of fate put a sign on him that read "For the Goddess's Own Use", so that bad luck automatically bypassed him.

It was only after he landed that he realized that theirs was the last flight to take off from the airport. If it had been ten minutes later, it would have been stranded. Although, the damage caused by the monster did not directly affect the airport.

But people at that time didn't know about it, so the monster still caused some disturbances and resulted in casualties.

Although they were relieved, their future was also disrupted, so now they don’t even have the mood to travel, and they never came out after entering the hot spring hotel.

Saito was busy replying to greeting calls from his relatives, while Shiraishikawa was busy finding various ways to contact his colleagues in the company.

In this anxious atmosphere, he had just put down his phone in disappointment again when the phone suddenly rang, giving both of them a startle.

Shiraishikawa quickly picked up the phone and found it was an unfamiliar number, but answered it immediately.

"Hello, are you the chairman? Uh - I'm fine, I'm fine, but I don't know what the situation is at the company."

"Yes! Yes."

Shiraishikawa hung up the phone, patted his chest and let out a long sigh.

"How is it, is everyone okay? Is the company still open?" Saito asked anxiously. She was more concerned about the second question.

"The chairman said that everyone evacuated in a timely manner and most people are fine, but the specific casualties are still being counted. The company will still open, but it will have to find a new office location."

This is a blessing in disguise. You know, the area where their company lives has now become the sea!

"Great!" Saito hugged Shiraishikawa excitedly. Although she didn't ask about the bonus, since the company was still open, it was likely that they would give it out. After hugging for a while, she blushed and looked up, "So, does the chairman want us to go back and help now?"

"No. He asked us to continue our vacation and wait for further notice before returning to work. The company will not reopen so soon. Moreover, this period of time is paid and there will be compensation. Our vacation may have to be extended for a while."

He could understand if those colleagues who were at work received compensation, but he didn't expect that both of them had taken leave. Are they still capitalists?

In fact, in such force majeure situations, even insurance can refuse to pay compensation. How can the company be so conscientious as to still pay the money?

But now that Xiangruan was in his arms, his brain was lacking blood and his computing power was severely challenged. He quickly put all these things out of his mind and imagined the wonderful time that would come in the future in a somewhat heartless manner.

It’s just that some people can still think about how to have fun, while others are working overtime until they go crazy.

"I can't find it. I'm almost living under the sea. I can't find it. There are more divers than fish in that monster sea right now!"

Special Affairs Bureau.

As an extraordinary person, Toyokawa had dark circles under his eyes and kept complaining to Noguchi and others.

Ever since the day Ito disappeared, countless teams have been desperately searching and digging in that area of ​​water that was either a lake or a bay, hoping to be the first to find the treasure of the Holy Infant or the remains of Ito Makoto.

Now, the place where the area temporarily called the Monster Sea connects to the sea has been blocked. They dare not even use the pump for fear of sucking away the treasure. They can only wait for the seawater to evaporate and dry up.

At the same time, a large number of divers from different forces took turns to search the sea inch by inch day and night! Those families also hired civilians who were good at swimming at high salaries, installed a surveillance camera to ensure that they would not do anything dirty, and then drove them down to search.

One can imagine how much friction and fighting will occur with such a high-intensity search. There were quite a few forces originally, but after a round of elimination, some have been eliminated. Everyone has also divided the waters according to their forces. You search this way and I search this way, and we cannot cross the line.

This caused experts from other countries who came to "provide disaster relief" to almost want to get involved after learning about the situation.

Unfortunately, the authorities refused to allow it, and other forces also tried to exclude it, so they had no choice but to give up.

Because Fengchuan's abilities made him naturally suitable for this job, the Special Affairs Bureau was forced to suspend work for 48 hours on the grounds that young people were strong and healthy. Basically, they would enter the void when their abilities were almost restored, and come up to rest when they could no longer hold on.

He felt like he was going to die suddenly.

That’s not how black slaves used it!
Jun Nishikido on the side glanced at Toyokawa who was talking nonstop, and took some slices of watermelon and fried chicken to shut him up.

"Chew, chew, chew. Anyway, I'm so tired. And to be honest, aren't the authorities also looking for it? We just leave it to them." Fengchuan said the last sentence while eating and fell silent.

Helplessly, the Special Affairs Bureau had to give up. Of course, one of the main reasons was that they felt the probability of finding the treasure in this way was too small. Maybe the treasure was stuck to the giant tentacle and dragged away.

Anyway, the official has a large number of Self-Defense Forces who take turns looking for it, so if they find it, it is equivalent to the Special Affairs Bureau finding it.

"Where's Shirai Kyoko? Isn't she with you?"

At that time, Noguchi arranged for Toyokawa to go down to the water to search, while Shirai treated and comforted the wounded in the camp on land, to gain some reputation for the Special Affairs Bureau. According to the operation habits, if they were to come back, they should come back together.

"Ahem, well, there's an important person who needs treatment. She's been taken away and will probably be back in the afternoon." Kuroki explained.

This is not something unusual. Ever since Shirai Anko returned to Tokyo, although they have tried their best to avoid external influences, it is impossible for them to be completely unaffected. They can only let Kuroki Shinizumi take care of the arrangements and decide which ones really need special treatment and which ones cannot be refused.

Normally Takashima would accompany Shirai, but now Takashima was a little busy, so he had to find someone to take him along.

“Who is receiving treatment?”

"Tokusei Okamura."

Noguchi frowned when he heard the name, and it reminded him of unpleasant memories: "Can't refuse?"

Hei Mu shook his head helplessly: "He used a favor passed down from his father's generation. It was His Majesty who requested it on his behalf."

"We haven't even squandered all our favors on this scum. Our files on him can fill up a filing cabinet." Noguchi said in a gloomy tone.

"I know that, but this is human society." Hei Mu laughed at himself. "Just like the human body, cancer is happening all the time, and only a small part of it can succeed. But the difference is that our brain is also controlled by cancer. Cancer in other parts of the body will be killed by the immune system under the command of the brain cancer, but a small part can be recognized and allowed to join the brain cancer and become part of the manipulator."

Noguchi remained silent and said no more.

Chiyoda Ward.

Somewhere in a high-end private hospital.

Wearing a blindfold, Anko Shirai followed a colleague silently, passed through layers of security checks, and walked in.

"Mr. Okamura suffers from uremia and liver cancer. He is already matched with a kidney and liver. But if Ms. Shirai can be cured, then she won't have to take up the quota. Maybe Ms. Shirai can save two or even three people at once."

In response, Shirai just nodded slightly.

She has treated many important people.

Inevitably, she came into contact with some fragments of the other person's memories, most of which were not good things. The memories made her feel sick, and each time was a devastation to her psychology and made her self-doubt.

She didn't know how long she could hold on, maybe this time, maybe next time.

Every time she said no, the kindness in her heart supported her. After all, it was a life, and she didn't want the people from the Special Affairs Bureau to be caught in the middle.

With the identity of the Special Affairs Bureau, she can also heal more people, both physically and mentally.

"We're here, Ms. Shirai. I'll be waiting for you here."

After walking to the door of a ward and talking to the person guarding the door, the colleague moved aside and invited Shirai in.

The gatekeeper nodded to her, then knocked gently. After receiving a response, he held his breath and slowly pushed the door open, as if trying to avoid making any noise. When Shirai walked in, the first thing she saw was a skinny old man lying on a hospital bed.

His hair had fallen out and it seemed difficult for him to raise his eyelids, but his eyes still revealed a thirst for life.

He licked his lips and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Ms. Shirai, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Shirai nodded, just glanced at the displays around him, then went to sit on a chair nearby.

"What do I need to do?" Okamura seemed very anxious, as if he was afraid that he would die in the next second.

“Let go of all the guard in your mind.”

Shirai's [Light] ability cannot be separated. While it heals the body, it will also soothe the soul. If one resists in his heart, it will hinder the healing effect on the body.

Okamura was stunned for a moment, then nodded hard.

Seeing this, Shirai reached out and gently placed his hand on his arm.

A soft light slowly lit up in the ward.

Okamura let out a cry of relief, the pain he had been feeling in his body briefly disappeared, he enjoyed a moment of peace and closed his eyes comfortably.

Fragments of memory began to flash.
"Ok?"

Unlike before, the memory fragments did not pass by, and this time she seemed to have entered the other person's heart.

Or is this also part of the memory?

She looked around, it was pitch black, and in the distance, there seemed to be faint sounds coming from it. There was a door standing in the air with its head half-open, and a dim light shone through the gap.

Shirai himself was glowing white light as he walked towards the door.

The closer you get, the clearer the sound becomes.

There was the sound of whipping and a very faint plea for mercy.

This is not surprising, as there are even more evil souls imprisoned in her mind than this.

But when she pushed open the door and saw the scene inside, she found that the situation inside was more outrageous than she had imagined.

A man with his limbs cut off was tied tightly to a pillar. It can be seen that three of the limbs had been healed after treatment, but now, his last arm was cut off again. There were bloody marks of whipping on his body. His head drooped limply, and tears, snot and blood mixed together and slowly dripped down.

The one who caused all this was the young man in front of him holding a whip with his back to Shirai.

"Ms. Shirai! Look, isn't this a work of art! A one-of-a-kind masterpiece!" The young man turned around and faced Shirai with a wide grin on his face.

Shirai was silent. There was no need to identify him. This must be Okamura when he was young.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the best part is yet to come!"

Okamura seemed to be afraid that Shirai would be waiting anxiously, so he threw down the bloody whip and carefully picked up a samurai sword from the table beside him.

"This sword is called Jinsheng. Legend has it that if you chop off a thousand heads of it, it will be given birth to a spiritual power and become a - demon sword!"

Okamura gently stroked the blade and explained its origin.

"My grandfather used it to kill nine hundred civilians and prisoners in that war. After it was handed over to my father, he only killed ninety of them. I actually don't believe in this thing. But in order to fulfill my father and grandfather's last wishes, I killed them. They are just some untouchables anyway."

"But they killed so unartistically!"

"It's a waste to just chop off the heads. We should make the best use of everything. Even if we end up chopping off the heads, we should make their deaths look artistic."

"Now, this is the first person I killed, and also the one I am most satisfied with. You see, he was eager to climb up, worked very hard, really worked very hard, and had a kind character. I was very optimistic about him, so I promoted him and gave him a raise, opened a path for him to move up, and even married him to a beautiful wife. Then... I destroyed him in the most painful way."

".But art also has an end, and what comes next is the most exciting moment."

Okamura walked up to the man. He seemed to sense the approach of death. He raised his head for the last time. His eye sockets were empty without eyeballs, and there was a smile of relief on the corners of his mouth.

The knife flashed, blood spread on the canvas he had prepared in advance, and the head fell to the ground with a final sound.

Shirai seemed to be watching all this calmly, but the light emitted from her body was flickering, and one side of her exposed eye was gradually turning black.

Okamura seemed to be extremely excited. He straightened his body and trembled for a while before he stopped breathing with a flushed face.

Then, he looked at Bai Jing in a daze. Suddenly, the "This Life" in his hand fell to the ground and he knelt down.

"Oh my God, what did I do? Did I really do this? No, I didn't want to do this. It was the devil, the devil manipulated me! It was this knife that manipulated me!"

It seemed as if Okamura suddenly changed from his previous brutality to regret. He burst into tears and kept apologizing to Shirai.

"How many did you kill?" Shirai asked.

"Nine!" Okamura raised his head and spoke in a high voice, as if he was very proud. He was not proud of killing a lot, but proud of killing a few. "I only killed nine. I already regret it. Fortunately, I woke up early, unlike my father and grandfather."

How dare he add the word "only" in front of nine lives.

The light on Shirai's body was already as weak as a candlelight, and even though there was no wind, it was shaking and almost extinguished.

She smiled sadly, and the shackles that bound her soul were full of cracks.

It seemed as if there was a voice in her brain that was breaking free from her control and roaring hysterically, condensing all the evil she had seen in the past into a simple sentence, a question that had been asked by countless people.

Why.

Why?
Why! !

The blessings of the ancestors are enough for you parasites to have a life of food and clothing, and are destined to avoid many hardships. Why are you not satisfied with this, and must trample on the rules that are clearly meant to maintain the stability of your class? Can the blood of the people under the tower really highlight your nobility?
All the efforts of the people trapped under the pyramid seem to be a joke.

When a person tries to climb up, he finds that the people who climbed to the top in the mud and the smell of dirt have reinforced the pyramid with the dirt they washed off, and those guarding the gate for them are countless former "selves".

If sin were visible, they would be covered in filth and no longer look like human beings. However, I, Shirai Anko, heal the wounds of such people, giving them more time to hurt more people.

My abilities weren't supposed to be like this.

"Look, this is the justice you protect? Why do I feel that it is no less than all of us combined?"

That was Maria's voice.

No, she must be dead. What is in his mind now is nothing but the negativity of himself brought about by the entirety of the sinful souls he absorbed.

The negative is Maria, but what about the positive?

It was the roaring sound that just came out.

The positive and negative have reached a certain reconciliation.

"You know what? You've ruined a beautiful world."

"When the pollen is everywhere, all the sins will be concentrated on me. The world will be beautiful, and I will have completed the mission I dreamed of and buried myself in this beautiful new world."

"With my death I nourish the world."

Shirai was unable to refute.

What you hear may not be true, and what you see may not be reality, but you cannot deceive yourself by putting yourself in someone else’s shoes.

She may not necessarily believe in the future Maria described, but she definitely hates what she sees and hears now.

"Xingzi, our goals are the same, can't you see that? The world has become filthy. Come on, it's not too late to turn back. Let's work together to create an unprecedented future."

"When the fields are filled with wolves and lions, why fear the evil that surrounds you?"

(End of this chapter)