Chapter 177 Sakura as Her Tombstone (a Beautiful Chapter, Please Subscribe!!!)

Memory is like a tidal wave, it's really suffocating.

Miyamoto Noyuki slumped on the back of the chair, looking at the dazzling lights on the ceiling of the carriage, sucking air into her lungs.

The pale light fell from the top of her head, and Miyamoto Noyuki's face was reflected white and even transparent. She stretched out a lotus-white hand and tried hard to reach towards the direction of the light source. She didn't know what she wanted to catch...light? remember? Or freedom?

"You are right...because I have been a 'ghost' from the beginning." Miyamoto Noyuki said hoarsely.

"What do you mean?" Yuan Zhisheng frowned in confusion.

"I mean, I have been a 'ghost' from the beginning. This is destined, from birth." Miyamoto Noyuki smiled, his smile as sad as falling snow.

"From birth? I've looked through your files, and that's not the case," Yuan Zhisheng corrected, "Your files were marked red after the first experiment of the 'Fierce Ghost Potion' you developed, that is, from the time you After your brother lost control after taking your medicine. Since you came to Tokyo when you were five years old, your bloodline has been tested by the family every year. You have been in the safe domain every year, and no one has ever regarded you as a 'ghost'."

"So, what about before Tokyo?"

"What?" Yuan Zhisheng was stunned.

"Why do you think a child of the Miyamoto family was born in the most remote village in the south of Kagoshima?" Miyamoto Noyuki asked silently.

Yuan Zhisheng fell silent. Speaking of which, he thought that there was indeed no information about Miyamoto Noyuki before she came to Tokyo in the Executive Bureau. The resume of the first five years of this woman's life was blank. But no one will pay attention to this aspect at all, let alone delve into it. Because until now, everything is fine in the village where Miyamoto Noyuki was born and grew up... No one would doubt whether a five-year-old child thirty-three years ago was a "ghost"!

"In fact, before I was born, the color code that symbolized my identity had been predetermined to be red. Once I came into this world, I would be marked with a dazzling bright red. I was born to my father and his second wife. Their My bloodline is very high, so I was not allowed to be born from the beginning." Miyamoto Noyuki said, "The red color mark should have followed me all my life."

"But you were born, and none of this was recorded. The family will never make mistakes on this kind of issue." Yuan Zhisheng stared into Miyamoto Noyuki's eyes.

"Yes, the family made no mistakes. This is why I was born in Kagoshima. My father sent my mother to Kagoshima to actually let her take away the child, not let the child be born, and stay in the family villa to rest after the miscarriage. But my mother wanted to give birth to me no matter what, so she fled to the most remote village in the south, where I was born... and came into this world without telling everyone." When she said the last sentence, Miyamoto Noyuki He turned his head and looked at Yuan Zhisheng.

Coming into this world without telling everyone...what stubborn words!

Yuan Zhisheng saw a faint blush in the woman's eyes, like the dying Bo Ying. It was the questioning of her life... a daughter's questioning of her father, a "ghost" questioning of the law enforcer, It is also the questioning of the world by a child who was judged not to be in the world before he was born.

"You came to the world without telling everyone, but how did you become a normal person without telling everyone?" Yuan Zhisheng followed Miyamoto Noyuki's words and asked, "The family will not let a person of doubtful origin enter. The research institute is such a confidential institution, and there has never been any problem with your bloodline."

"Fifteen years ago, who was the person sitting in your position? Executive Officer Yuan Zhisheng."

"Is this really true..." Minamoto Zhisheng sighed softly, "The former director of the Executive Bureau, the mainstay of the Miyamoto family whose status is comparable to that of the head of the family, your brother...Mr. Miyamoto Kenjiro."

"Yes, when I was five years old, my brother became the director of the Executive Bureau and had enough status. He compiled my resume. In the family's files, my biological mother became my father's first wife. She is also my brother’s biological mother. No one would suspect that the sister of the Executive Director is a ‘ghost’.” Noyuki Miyamoto said, “As for my bloodline, no problems will be detected because I have blood transfusions every year.”

"The family has always strictly prohibited blood transfusion." Yuan Zhisheng questioned again.

"Yes, the Sheqi Ba family strictly prohibits it, but I have never relied on the family."

"It's the Fierce Ghosts... It turns out that the Director of the Executive Bureau has been secretly colluding with the Fierce Ghosts since then?" Yuan Zhisheng murmured, "The leader of the Ghost Slayer actually has such a deep entanglement with the 'ghosts' , It’s really ironic that the family has been penetrated so completely!”

"He doesn't want to betray the family...but who told him to have a 'ghost' sister?" Miyamoto Noyuki laughed at himself.

"But the 'Fierce Ghost Potion' you made killed your own brother and indirectly killed many people. Even now, the potion you improved is still circulating among the Fierce Ghosts and the black market. You also killed a law enforcement officer." Yuan Zhisheng said, "Many people have died for you. No one has the right to deprive others of their right to live for their own sake, whether directly or indirectly."

"But I don't regret it." Miyamoto Noyuki said, "My mother died of dystocia when I was born. I was judged as a 'ghost' who should not exist in this world. I have no sympathy for the Snake Qihachi family. It will only bring trouble to society. Satan hates me. Only by dying can everyone be freed..."

"But why?"

"I was pushed to the edge of a cliff by human society when I was born. If it hadn't been for my mother's insistence, I would have even been pushed off the cliff into the abyss as an embryo. I only had five years of life, before I was five years old. I will be here this year I am thirty-eight years old, but what I remember most is the snow in Kagoshima. In the coldest season of winter, the white snow will dye the roofs and bamboo forests white. It is very beautiful, like the snow country in Hayao Miyazaki's comics. I I still remember the days when I grew up eating hundreds of thousands of meals. It was hard but not worrying. I only lived those five years."

"But these five years are so short. What can a five-year-old child understand? I have never gone to school, never been in love, never experienced marriage or children, and have never had a family... I seem to just be here At the most ignorant age, I took a quick glance at the world and all the rights I had as a human being were taken away."

"Because I am not a human being, because I am a 'ghost'."

"My brother is not voluntarily cooperating with the fierce ghosts, but I am. Human society cannot accept me, so as you wish, I will conspire with the ghosts... Since I can't integrate into the light, I might as well become a part of the darkness, that way At least it shows that I really existed." Miyamoto Noyuki said.

Do you want to prove your true existence by incarnating into darkness? Yuan Zhisheng is not surprised, this is what the fallen often say. They can't find the meaning of their existence in human society, so they try their best to cause destruction, as if this can attract attention and loudly tell the world: Look, I am valuable! Even if my existence is so unreasonable, no one can deny my existence...

"The last question." Yuan Zhisheng said, "Why let Ougang Yuan go? You should have guessed that she is also one of the law enforcement officers. She was very close to you just now. If you want to kill her or capture her alive as a hostage, you can A chance. But you didn't, and it even seemed like you wanted to send her away on purpose?"

To be honest, Miyamoto Noyuki's attitude was completely beyond Minamoto's expectations. It was almost easy for her to take Ogaoka as a hostage, but she seemed to have never entertained the idea, and even took the initiative to ask Ogaoka to leave. She had obviously been injected with a fierce ghost potion before this.

According to the inference of the Yanliu Research Institute, Miyamoto Noyuki's bloodline is extremely unstable, and coupled with the fierce ghost potion in her veins, she should have abandoned the human soul long ago and transformed into an angry ghost. Just as she tore out the hearts and electrified iron nets of the lawmen who visited the convent a week ago, she should be murderous. But she looks so sane now. She spent fifteen years trying to break free from the prison, and now she is sitting neatly in such a closed car wrapped in iron, like a child who is left in place waiting for someone to pick her up. She actually stopped running?

What makes this woman stand firm in her position as a “person”? Yuan Zhisheng couldn't figure it out, but time was running out. The next train would pass by in thirteen minutes, and there was no room for him to think about it.

The car that lost power relied on inertia to slide on the track and slowly slowed down, and finally stopped in the deep canyon.

This is the execution place selected by the Executive Directorate. On both sides of the track are mountains formed by forests and boulders. Here is Kenzan, the second highest mountain in western Japan, with an altitude of 1,955 meters. The primitive forest stretches out like a green secret treasure, with pink and bright red embellishments. More than 6,000 cherry blossom trees are in full bloom along the winding mountain road, and the canyon under your feet is split like a knife. This will be the best and most perfect place of execution, and it will also be the most suitable grave for a woman.

"From the standpoint of you law enforcement officers, people must be kind, and 'ghosts' must be evil, right?" Miyamoto Noyuki seemed to want to take a look at the outside world through the gap, but the steel plate sealed the window. It had to be so tight that she couldn't see anything.

So she gave up and gave up her stubborn argument.

She turned her head and looked at Yuan Zhisheng, "Although I now know that the girl was pretending and acting for me, her words... reminded me of my mother who died alone to escape the family's childbirth so that I could be born. , it really made me feel that the world was warm for a moment, which is enough... very stupid, right?"

In the short time, Yuan Zhisheng spent a full minute in silence.

"I've asked all the questions, thank you for your cooperation," Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath, "But I can't say words of sympathy, because it is impossible for law enforcement officers to have sympathy for 'ghosts', and you don't need to 'sympathize' 'This kind of thing."

"Yeah... No need." Miyamoto Noyuki smiled slightly.

Miyamoto Noyuki rarely smiles, but in fact she has a fair and beautiful face. Whenever she smiles, it's like falling snow pressing on the wild cherry blossoms in the suburbs, making people's hearts tremble.

"Would it be unrealistic to ask you to die calmly?" Yuan Zhisheng slowly pulled out the handle of the knife. The inscription on the knife was "The evil spirit lurks in the spider mountain at night". It was an ancient knife that had tasted the blood of "ghosts". The arc is so elegant and gorgeous.

Miyamoto Noyuki gently opened the white porcelain ossuary in her hand first. Yuan Zhisheng stared at it with wide eyes, his pupils filled with surprise, and even lost consciousness for a moment due to shock.

The jar that the woman has been holding in her hand does not contain her brother's ashes at all, nor is it clothing or items related to his brother... It contains a tube of potion, and the purple liquid reveals some evil temptation. force. After Yuan Zhisheng reacted, the syringe had been stabbed into the blood vessel by the woman!

Miyamoto Yuki's beautiful face instantly turned ugly, like a real evil ghost. Scales and bone spurs burst out from under the woman's skin, and the livid bones were covered in blood, just like poppies in bloom.

At the same time, Yuan Zhisheng quickly rose up, cutting the air with the blade and waving it in a circle!

The light of the knife tore through the air, showing a strange green color. It seemed that what Yuan Zhisheng was wielding was not a knife, but a cold air!

At the same time, a golden sun enveloped him. He stood in the center of the glorious sun disk, as if King Kong had come to the world, and the ancient knife cut out arcs and drew the edge of the sun disk!

A series of sparks flowed on the blade, and Miyamoto Noyuki's deformed giant claw crossed with the edge of the ancient sword. The blade cut across the face that was no longer beautiful, and blood spread from the scales, while the sharp claws only tore the air around Yuan Zhisheng's ears.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his windbreaker and unsheathed the dagger from his waist. The incredible golden sunlight enveloped him, and the dagger pierced Miyamoto Noyuki's heart... But the huge body still did not stop, and she allowed the dagger to penetrate deep into her body. In my heart, I still stretched out my deformed hand...as if I wanted to grab something.

There was a loud noise, and Yuan Zhisheng turned around suddenly, and his body suddenly froze.

The steel plate sealing the window was violently torn open by the dragon-shaped claws. The tall woman knelt on the ground and tried to squeeze the huge ugly head out of the window. A sharp short blade was inserted into her heart. Scarlet blood dripped slowly along the blade.

Yuan Zhisheng instantly understood that the claw that grazed her face was not aimed at her life at all, she just wanted to open the window. Not to escape, but to know that my life has come to an end and want to see the world again.

At this time, falling cherry blossoms were drifting past the window like snow showers. In the sunlight, the color of the petals was as thin as faded lips. The woman’s ugly face revealed a deep calmness. She hoarse her deformed throat and whispered softly: "I Let go of... Madoka... because I feel that... she has allowed me... to live for only five years... for an extra moment..."

"There is only so much sunshine in this world... Some people live in the light... Some people are destined not to see the light... So it is because... darkness surrounds those who cannot see the light... So they are Ghosts... or because they suffered from darkness... they became ghosts..."

"Executive Officer Minamoto... what do you think... Amaterasu... can illuminate everyone... and ghosts..."

"It's so good...at the end...I have one more moment to live..."

The woman said these words with all her strength and died towards the sunshine and cherry blossoms.

Minamoto's long black windbreaker is open, and the pattern on the lining is a grand Ukiyo-e. The giant's bones were lying on the ground. A clear spring passed through the left eye of the corpse, and a naked goddess emerged from it. She was covered with her long golden hair as a veil and held the sun in her hand.

At this moment, the setting sun was slanting outside, shining through the broken car window on the lining of Yuan's childish windbreaker. It actually reflected the brilliance of the morning sun on the pale face lying by the window.

Yuan Zhisheng stood there for a long time, until a crow's urging sound came from outside the door.

He took off his black trench coat and put it on the woman whose heart was no longer beating. He silently picked up the broken white porcelain ossuary she left on the ground. With a flash of his eyes, he tore off the three words "Kenjiro" on the label. Go... The sun shines through the carriage, illuminating the name "Miyamoto Noyuki".

It turns out that from the beginning, the woman went to Kagoshima to bury herself. Unfortunately, she died deep in the beautiful sword mountain. Fortunately, there were 6,000 cherry blossoms to keep her company.

Miyamoto Noyuki passed away with the cherry blossoms and died in the most beautiful tomb in the world... but failed to leave a tombstone to mark her short life.