"Mako, is this enough?" Akira Sakurai walked helplessly on the street holding an umbrella, following in the footsteps of Miyamoto Mako.

The streets were empty and dead, with the occasional pedestrian passing by in a hurry. The dark skyscrapers in the distance stood like giants, and the neon lights on the roadside flickered, reflecting the sparse rain in the sky.

The water on the road had already reached the chassis of the car. The two of them rolled up their trouser legs and walked one foot deeper than the other, with turbid water splashing on their calves.

The mighty rainwater flowing on the streets proves that the city's drainage system has entered a state of overload.

The car with its headlights on trudged along the water-filled streets, splashing large amounts of water along the way.

Hearing the curses from the pedestrians in front of him and the dazzling car lights coming into his eyes, Akira Sakurai held up his umbrella in time to block the situation, so as not to be drowned by the splashing water.

"You don't need to say too much. If you say too much detail, he might become suspicious. As long as he tries to verify it himself, our main purpose will be achieved."

"The main purpose?" Sakurai Akira thought to himself, the purpose of their coming here, isn't it to attract the Supreme Emperor to join their team?

"Just keep him in Tokyo. As long as we hold him for two more days, he won't be able to leave even if he wants to." Miyamoto Mako smiled, "It doesn't matter if he doesn't join us in Tokyo. Do you really think you are?

The protagonist in the movie, just talk and fool the Supreme Emperor into our team?"

Sakurai Akira: "..."

"Leave the rest to our nominal captain." Miyamoto Mako crossed his fingers and turned them up, tiptoeing slightly, and stretched.

The girl's graceful figure loomed under the dim street lights. Sakurai Akira looked away and asked: "Where are you going? According to the plan, we should go to the Tama River now and guard Miyamoto..."

He hesitated for a moment and then changed his words: "The excavation of the Tama River by the Eight Snakes is almost close to the Akaki River. Once the tunnel reaches the Akaki River, the well of corpses will be right in front of us, and the decisive battle will come soon."

The day when the well of corpses is opened is the day when the picture will be revealed.

At present, only the foreseeable disasters include countless hunters in the Night Food Plain, corpse guards still hiding under the deep sea waiting for the call of blood, and the main force of monsters lurking in the dark.

According to Sister Enxi’s news, Herzog, who presented himself as Tachibana Masamune, has faked his death and escaped. No one knows where he is hiding now. This guy is like a mouse hiding in the gutter. He will never die until the last moment.

Will take risks.

The Tokyo government has not yet issued an announcement asking citizens to evacuate.

Sakurai Ming can understand this, but cannot accept it.

More than 30 million people in the entire Tokyo metropolitan area, including several surrounding counties, will be imprisoned as a result.

If they cannot successfully solve this disaster, countless people will become victims and die inexplicably.

"It's not so fast. No matter how fast it is, we have to wait until tomorrow night." Miyamoto Mako glanced at him casually and said, "After digging the well where the corpse is hidden, we have to hunt down the host body of the holy skeleton. This is the prelude to the big drama.

Also, you don’t have to be shy, it would be a lie to say you don’t hate them, but after so many years, I have no feelings for them anymore.”

Sakurai Akira was speechless.

He had previously deliberately avoided the name "Shio Miyamoto".

Miyamoto Shio, the patriarch of the fifth Miyamoto family, and also Mako's uncle.

His younger brother Miyamoto Shishin is Mako's biological father. Mako is in the same situation as him. When he was five years old, his family did a bloodline evaluation and was determined that his bloodline was inherently defective and he might run into violence at any time. He was quickly removed from the family

He was taken away and sent to the prison in Mount Kobe.

There will be no preferential treatment for girls there. Boys and girls are treated equally, because in the eyes of the family, "ghosts" have no gender distinction. They are all synonymous with danger.

Not only him and Mako, but also Ichigo, Kenjiro and others.

They were sent to cold caring schools since they were young, and spent their childhood without warmth from adolescence to young adulthood.

If they were not adults, they would stay there until they were forty years old before they could leave there. The premise was that they could live to be forty years old and not be beheaded by the law enforcers before then.

"Mako...which class were you in before?" Akira Sakurai asked in a low voice.

Thanks to the huge roots of the Sheqi Eight Family, quite a few children are diagnosed as ghosts every year, enough to establish one or two classes in the school.

"Forgot." Miyamoto Mako said without turning around.

...can you forget this?

Sakurai Akira knew that it seemed that Mako was not interested in this topic, but was very resistant to it.

He just suddenly remembered that he had been in school for so many years and it seemed that he had never seen Mako before.

The school is neither big nor small. The school is surrounded by thick stone walls, and the stone walls are covered with electrified barbed wire. Hundreds and thousands of people live here.

Akira Sakurai has been there for nearly twenty years, so she shouldn't have never met Mako, because Mako is very beautiful, has a good singing voice, and can definitely become an idol. This kind of girl should not be the one that boys talk about in their spare time.

Topic person?

"Mako, you used to..." Sakurai Akira considered his words, but before he could ask the question, the girl leading the way suddenly made a turn and went around the avenue from the avenue into the path.

Going deeper along the trail, you will find another neighborhood filled with an old atmosphere.

Mako clasped his hands behind his back and looked around with interest. There were also sycamores planted on the roadside here.

Sakurai Akira watched Mako walking into the depths of the alley, and reluctantly followed behind, playing the role of bodyguard conscientiously.

Mako Miyamoto squatted in front of a remote corner, with the sycamore tree blocking out the sky above her head, a thick layer of dead leaves piled up in the grass in front of her, and a layer of green moss growing in the corner.

"Every place has some places where the sun doesn't shine." She stretched out her slender white fingers to touch the green moss on the mottled corner of the wall, looked back and asked, "Are you wondering why there never seemed to be any in school before?

Have you heard of me? A high-quality girl like me should be a topic of conversation for you guys after dinner, right?"

Akira Sakurai was embarrassed. He really wanted to ask this question, but he would not do it so directly. Instead, he would go around a few times before asking...

Mako always seems to be able to guess his thoughts...

"Because I used to be like this corner." Seeing his dilemma, Miyamoto Mako smiled, stood up slowly, clapped her hands and said, "Do you know the ugly duckling?"

Sakurai Akira nodded.

He still knows the well-known fairy tale "The Ugly Duckling".

"You want to say that you were an ugly duckling before, and you transformed into a white swan when you met an adult?" Akira Sakurai asked tentatively.

Each of them had asked for something from the Lord, and he didn't know what it was that Mako had asked for.

Mako Miyamoto spread her hands: "I want to say that we were all like ugly ducklings, quietly waiting in the most inconspicuous corner, waiting for the day we grow up. But unfortunately, we are not ugly ducklings, but caterpillars, because

Reality is not a fairy tale. The ugly duckling will turn into a white swan when it grows up, and the caterpillar will only turn into a moth after it spins a cocoon."

"There are also butterflies." Akira Sakurai added, "Caterpillars are the larvae of butterflies and moths."

"Whether a caterpillar turns into a butterfly or a moth is decided on the day it is born, just like we are destined to be ghosts when we are born." Miyamoto Mako said calmly, "Originally, there were only two roads to greet us.

You can become a moth and die by jumping into the flame, or you can live your whole life as a caterpillar and live cautiously."

Akira Sakurai said in a low voice: "There is a third way."

He didn't like the story that Mako described, even if it was true, because he didn't like the doomed and powerless sense of fate in this story.

Miyamoto Mako said softly: "Yes, there is a third path that should not appear in theory, and that is the appearance of adults. Your adults have changed our fate of putting out fires, but they have not changed the fact that we are still moths. Fortunately, we are still moths."

There is one more road ahead of us."

Akira Sakurai said silently: "The path from burning the world to warm yourself, to burning yourself to warm the world?"

"You don't like this road?" Miyamoto Mako asked with narrowed eyes.

Faced with Mako's question, Sakurai Akira remained silent for a long time.

The air is filled with water vapor and it's chilly to the bones. How long will this heavy rain last?

"Your Excellency, you are not here to save us by sacrificing yourself to save the world." Akira Sakurai said softly, "I can feel that Your Excellency never cares about how the world has become, all he cares about is the people around him.

, that is his 'world'."

The cold air of the rainy night made Akira Sakura's lungs feel chilly. He looked directly into Mako's clear eyes and said word by word: "We will save this city and this country, but not at the expense of you and me."

"I want the world, and I want you too!"

When this almost arrogant declaration came out, Sakurai Akira seemed to hear a familiar chuckle coming from behind.

But when he suddenly turned around, there was only the lonely rain under the street lamp behind him.

Zhenzi stared at him steadily, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a moving arc. She squinted her eyes and praised: "You are very impressive. You are worthy of being the number one subordinate of your master. You can say such arrogant words freely. I have obviously done it before."

I would just sit on the playground and look at the sky above my head stupidly, and then give each cloud a name."

Akira Sakurai was stunned.

When he was a child, he often sat in the middle of the playground and looked up at the square sky, which did not change every day. He sat on the lawn and named each cloud, and the ones with the same color the next day.

The names of the clouds were all gone, leaving him still sitting on the lawn.

This is indeed his past, but how did Mako know?

It was not difficult to know that he was sitting on the playground and looking up at the sky, but how did she know that she had named each cloud?

"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"

He remembered not telling anyone about this!

"Do you still remember when someone ran away from school?" Miyamoto Mako asked.

Sakurai Akira was stunned for a moment and then recalled the incident.

The school is located deep in Mount Kobe, and the surrounding walls are covered with electrified barbed wire, making it almost impossible for anyone to escape.

But one year, someone wrapped in insulation cloth, grabbed the barbed wire fence, and successfully climbed over the wall and escaped from the campus. However, he later got lost in the mountains and was already thirsty and dehydrated when he was found by the rescue team.
To be continued...