Akira Sakurai thought that this was probably a type of chuunibyou, but most of the others were patients with chuunibyou such as "The Dark Flame" or "The True Eyes of the Evil King", but Madoka got it.
It was a chuunibyou disease from decades ago.
It's so naive to imagine that you can talk to cats.
"Then why did the cat die?"
Although he felt contempt in his heart, Akira Sakurai still smiled and said words that were neither salty nor bland.
"Because cats will eventually die, just like two people who love each other will eventually be separated." Madoka said seriously.
The girl's sincere gaze suddenly penetrated the young man's psychological defense.
Damn it, how could he think of Nami for no reason...two people who love each other?
Counting Nami and Akira Sakurai, he has hunted nineteen women along the way, some of whom he can't even name, but he has never had such a thing as love.
Among them, Nami is an exception. She is twenty-eight years old and has a sweet appearance. She has always taken care of Sakurai Akira in the academy. Although she sometimes scolds Sakurai Akira for his stubbornness, she will take him to the training room after scolding him.
In the sunset light, I spoke words of encouragement and reached out to gently rub his head.
Occasionally, I would bring him well-steamed egg custard and plum rice from home.
Sakurai Akira had imagined countless times that he could one day leave Qinggangshan Academy, become a school janitor or other professional, and then form a new family with Nami, so that he could show off his wife to his colleagues while at work.
Handmade love lunch box.
But the law enforcer's records told him that even if his bloodline was normal, he would have to remain under observation until he was forty-five years old before he could be released and live a normal life.
For a mixed race, this age may be at its peak, but for Nami, who is seven or eight years older than him, he has already lived most of his life.
Therefore, Sakurai Akira cannot bear the ravages of time. Perhaps Nami will get married and have children soon, and he will be imprisoned in this academy in the mountains for a long time.
When someone offered him an olive branch, Akira Sakurai's heart moved unbelievably. It was his only chance, just like a gambler who loses his money and plays with all the borrowed chips.
Even if it was only for a short period of more than ten days, he briefly saw the "light".
He killed Nami and buried her under the cherry blossom tree.
The days of escape and indulgence made Sakurai Akira extremely comfortable, and his brain secreted dopamine rapidly. But at this moment, when he listened to the girl's words, he felt a little uninterested.
It's like a child who has never had a toy and consumes it with revenge in the adult world. In the end, he loses a partner with whom he can share his toys and falls into a deep emptiness.
The girl suddenly lowered her head and sobbed softly, "It was winter the day Xiao Guan died. When I woke up in the morning, I saw it lying under the kotatsu and not moving. I thought it was too cold and didn't want to come out. So I went over and touched its head, but
It put its head in my hand and meowed, and I understood that it was saying goodbye to me."
Sadness was written all over Xiao Yuan's face, and tears flowed down from her beautiful face, dripping on her silk skirt.
"I cried while I was talking. I'm really sorry, Mr. Sakurai." The girl wiped away her tears and showed a bright smile.
"Actually, after Xiao Nian died, he just returned to the mountains and continued to be a cat spirit. Why should I cry?"
Akira Sakurai didn't like her smile at all. It was so bright and sad at the same time, which made people feel sad.
Just like when he secretly read novels in the dormitory at night, he only liked to watch fantasy stories in which the male protagonist bravely slayed the dragon and became a hero, and joined hands with the female protagonist to go on adventures, rather than the twisted literary youth plot with a sour taste between the lines.
Just like the book "Norwegian Wood" in the library reading room, he couldn't even read a few pages.
But at this moment, I was chatting with an autistic girl, doing meaningless things. What the other person said was just fantasy, and I only cared about her beautiful body under her school uniform.
Fortunately, Sakurai Akira adjusted her mentality in time and said with a smile: "Why is the air conditioner on the train getting hotter and hotter? Madoka, are you still wearing stockings? Don't you feel hot?"
His gaze was like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, greedily scanning every inch of the girl's skin. The air conditioner in the carriage was indeed constantly blowing out hot air.
"Well, it's indeed very hot. It's obviously a good temperature to wear socks when you get in the car." Xiao Yuan nodded.
"Sha sah sah sah..."
Lu Mingfei, who was not far away from the two of them, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue like a dog. He held the lid of the lunch box and kept fanning it. There were faint stains of sweat on his forehead and hair.
Caesar, who was sitting opposite, silently made a mouth gesture, which seemed to be the Chinese pronunciation, xu.
"Shh?"
Lu Mingfei stopped in time and looked at Chu Zihang again. As expected, the senior brother felt calm and relaxed.
"Madoka, why don't you go to the bathroom and take off your socks? It's too hot and it's not good for your health. I can help you carry your luggage."
Akira Sakurai finally found the right time to take action. The bathroom was the easiest place to start. He only needed to push Madoka from behind, follow her through the door and cover her mouth, and then he could do whatever he wanted.
"Would that be too troublesome, senior?" Madoka hesitated.
"of course not……"
"Dear passengers, please note that an emergency announcement is now being broadcast. Due to a short circuit in the control system, the air conditioning in compartment 8 has failed and the conductor needs to repair it. Passengers in compartment 8 please take their luggage and move to the VIP compartment to rest. To express our apology,
We have already served afternoon tea for everyone in the VIP carriage."
Akira Sakurai's voice was cut off by the conductor's announcement, and the passengers stood up happily one by one. Everyone was excited to go to the VIP carriage, because the seats there were spacious and comfortable, and the price was three times that of the ordinary carriage.
More and more passengers took their luggage and headed towards the VIP car, and Car No. 8 was immediately empty.
But Akira Sakurai sat still. His hearing was more sensitive than ordinary people, so he could hear the sound of people walking on the roof of the train. In the speeding train, walking was so slow.
Murderous intent was surging from all directions. Before the announcement was made, Car No. 8 had been heavily blocked. The law enforcement officers followed his scent and chased him. They were the best golden retrievers with claws like leopards.
The air conditioner is not broken, it is just a means to evacuate ordinary people. This carriage is the execution place chosen by law enforcement officers for him. Sakurai Akira cannot jump out of the car and escape. There is no man's land along the railway track, which is the best battlefield for law enforcement officers.
.
To his surprise, the guy who had eaten eel rice like a reincarnated ghost hadn't left.
The bad boy who was pretending to be holding a book turned around and looked around, then awkwardly stood up in the empty carriage and showed himself an innocent smile like an idiot.
Akira Sakurai wanted to laugh a little. If law enforcement officers were as professional as him, then he wouldn't have to worry about his life safety at all.
It’s just that the two men next to this guy have pulled out black hunting knives and Japanese swords from their respective luggage bags, with calm expressions like experienced hunters, although they are not wearing the classic long black windbreaker and Ukiyo-e shirt.
But it was far more terrifying than the law enforcement officers Sakurai Akira had come into contact with before.
He could only risk his life and fight with the law enforcers on this carriage. The loser's time would stop at this moment forever.
Sakurai Akira couldn't help but tighten the pressure syringe in his sleeve. The deep purple Molotov cocktail had been used up on the way to escape.
The one in his hand now is also the one at the bottom of the box. It is slowly flowing with a ruddy luster like blood, like a river of magma leading to hell.