“You don't plan on walking out at all.” Having realized everything, Nana said in a heavy voice, “Am I right?”
"That's right.." Having shed all Disguise, Lie could finally speak to Nana in a calm and peaceful manner.
“Haven't you noticed? The Serial murder case of the 'Seven Deadly Sins' is still missing its final link." Lie let out a light chuckle, his tone listless and his expression lazy. "From the very beginning, when I was planning the 'Seven Deadly Sins', I had no plan to stay alive."
I am the final link.
Among the Seven Deadly Sins, pride is the most serious of all sins, including disrespect toward God and cruelty toward others.
See, don't I fit the description quite well?
From the very beginning, I had planned to orchestrate an unsolved murder case.
Lie hates this world, hates this society, hates the hypocrisy between people, hates the inherently hypocritical social interactions even more.
He had never felt any kindness from society.
Naturally, he felt no goodwill toward this society either.
For a long time, Lie's life was like a stagnant pool of water, unchanging and emitting a loathsome stench. He hated this world, he also hated the people living in this world.
What is the difference between living and dying?
To him, living like this, constantly hiding and running, seemed no different from dying a swift and clean death.
But he didn't want to die so silently, leaving behind nothing but a sigh from a Bystander.
'Seven Deadly Sins' was the burial gift he gave to himself.
Can the Police find out who the Killer is? Can they find out if the Killer is the 'Innocent' boy who died in the last murder case?
Nanase sneered at this.
This will become a cold case that lasts forever, it will also be his finest work of art.
Superbia, the Latin word for Pride, could not be a more fitting way to describe himself.
However, life always presents some accidents, which are often inexplicable and impossible to refuse.
For example, Byrrh meeting Aida Yuichiro, or Nanase meeting Nobita.
In the eyes of many, the former is likely a nightmare, while the latter is salvation. But for those involved, both encounters could be summarized with a single word.
A ill-fated connection.
After that, Little boy Lai suddenly did not want to die.
She wanted to try, to try living the life of an ordinary person, to try striving to live on.
However—
In the end, it was impossible to get what one desired.
..
"So.. you just wanted to tell me everything, then let Azhen live.. let Nobita live." Nana lowered his eyes. Suddenly, she felt a faint pang of Pain in his heart, neither heavy nor light, yet impossible to ignore.
"Right?" His voice was very, very light, like a fallen leaf in the wind, swirling through the air before landing softly on the lake surface, stirring up extremely fine ripples.
Lie did not speak.
But.. you're still unwilling to accept it.
Nana said softly.
Unwilling to die just like this, unwilling to let others have it all, unwilling to watch others' ignorant smiles.
So he deliberately orchestrated the Kidnapping of Suzuki Sonoko, not just to lure Nana out; so he deliberately mocked Nana, deliberately making the situation incredibly tense.
"There is nothing to be unwilling about," Nanase said indifferently.
He seemed to have frozen all his emotions, as if all emotion had detached from his heart: "I am merely acting according to my original plan."
It was merely walking toward the dead end he had arranged for himself from the very beginning.
Although the process was a bit different.
Although everything was somewhat different from his own arrangement.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Isn't it all just death?
Nana pursed his lips, ultimately unable to say any words of consolation.
She could only gaze at the boy before her, softly and solemnly uttering a single sentence: "Zhenjun will be safe."
Nobita.. will also be safe.
The Boy smiled at her.
This smile contained no mysterious Disguise, nor did it carry any mockery.
A rare moment of sincerity.
He smiled like that and said to Nana, "Thank you."
You see, once a person has a weakness, they can no longer be invincible.
A single sentence, neither heavy nor light, yet it weighed upon my heart like a stone.
..
Bang—
A gunshot rang out, causing the faces of the Onlookers outside the door to change drastically.
Kyogoku Makoto and Ran could no longer contain themselves. They rushed to the door, looking ready to violently tear it down.
However, in the next second, before they could even make a move, the locked door opened.
Two girls came out from inside.
Nana supported the still unconscious Suzuki Sonoko, his face pale.
Everyone stepped forward, including Sonoko's family, friends, official police officers; some were offering comfort, some were supporting Sonoko, others were inquiring about the details.
Nana had no reaction at all.
She remained silent for a while—it seemed like an eternity, yet perhaps it was only a few seconds.
Then she spoke slowly, saying, "He is already dead—he is the last victim of the Seven Deadly Sins."
Everyone looked over in surprise, only to see the Boy lying in a pool of blood in the empty House, a heavy package on his back.
Takagi Wataru rushed forward to check the Deceased's status.
Inside the bag were nothing more than ordinary stones.
Takagi Wataru scanned his surroundings with a hesitant gaze, upon seeing the boy's arm, even he, having experienced numerous murder cases, could not help but let out a gasp of surprise.
The boy's Arm was exposed, his original Black wristband having been removed by him; on his pale and thin arm, a large "S" was clearly carved with a knife.
S，Superbia。
The sin of Pride; beware of arrogance, for it carries a heavy punishment.
“Wait.. so, he was the last Victim?” Takagi Wataru looked around blankly, “Then who exactly is the Killer of the Seven Deadly Sins?”
Nana hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end, he did not say a single word.
Their deal had been struck; Lai informed his of intelligence regarding B. W, Zhenjun, she would help him commit suicide.
They should be even now even.
However, at this moment, she actually hesitated over whether or not to reveal the Truth of the Seven Deadly Sins.
However, she no longer needed to hesitate.
Because at that very moment, her mobile phone rang.
"Nana.." The voice in his ear belonged to Kimie.
The woman's voice sounded somewhat distorted through the radio waves, but the hesitation within it was heard clearly by Nana. Shimabukuro Kimie hesitated, but in the end, she told Nana what she wanted to say.
“Nana, do you.. want to see your sister?”
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Chapter 155: "Listen to me."
Gin looked at his hands.
His Finger was long and fair, with well-defined joints, his knuckles bore slight calluses from holding a handgun, giving them a slightly rough texture.
His slender fingers seemed to glow with a thin, soft light under the sun, possessing a faint jade-like luster, as if they were carved from fine white jade, noble and elegant, untouched by the dust of the world.
He had killed too many people with them.
Gin thought coldly, his pale lips slightly pursed, his mind drifting.
"Hurry up and treat your wound!" Heine, standing nearby, found his behavior—ignoring his bleeding injury to simply stare blankly—utterly baffling.
He frowned deeply, his tone cold and harsh: "If you're looking for death, don't do it now!"
Gin lazily lifted his eyelids, silently glancing at Heine.
His skin was already pale, but now, due to excessive blood loss, it carried an even more sickly pallor.
The Silver-haired man had a very serious knife wound on his waist, which almost sliced through most of his abdomen. Even though it had undergone simple treatment, crimson blood still seeped out steadily, making the blood-stained white gauze look like a canvas smeared with red paint.
Using blood as ink, life flows away, bringing a heavy shadow of Death.
There was an unbandaged gunshot wound on his right shoulder, with the faint scent of lingering gunpowder, the gruesome sight of the torn flesh was truly terrifying.