Blood splashed, and the aviation model that had not yet been put into pieces fell to the ground. It bounced twice and was soon flooded by the spreading pool of blood.

Ogino Kei's breathing heavily, his eyes were red, and passers-by in the distance screamed in panic one after another, and a heart-wrenching howl was particularly harsh.

——Of course this is not something that Ogawa Yuta, who has been cut through his lungs, can send out. It comes from a middle-aged man running wildly.

In the last few steps, Masayo Ogawa was simply moving over on his knees.

Seeing this "enemy" collapsed in the blood on the ground, crying helplessly while holding his son who was almost cut in half, for some reason, Okino Kei, who should have been happy, suddenly appeared in front of him as he was holding Okino Tomoya's body two years ago.

Two extremely similar figures gradually overlapped. As Ogino Kei looked at it, the corners of his mouth couldn't move.

In the script that Ogino Kei has repaired countless times, he should laugh to the sky, and then give a few cruel sarcasm. Finally, in front of Masayo Ogawa, he slaps two times on the thin body, allowing him to experience the pain of his own being able to watch his son die.

But now everything is as he wishes, Ogino Kei only feels-

It's tasteless.

Tick-

The blood gathered at the tip of the knife and splattered on the ground. The very subtle sound made him wake up from a trance.

Ogino Kei looked at the dirty machete in his hand stiffly, and suddenly felt disgusted and threw the knife to the ground.

With a harsh clang, he stepped back two steps, stepped on the weeds on the roadside with a gloomy expression, and used them to remove the blood stained by the soles of his shoes.

Not far away, Masayo Ogawa was still trying to rescue the child who was already exhausted.

...How can I save myself? How can a waste doctor who cannot cure appendicitis can cure this kind of injury? He deserves to suffer such pain! Ogino Kei thought deliberately and repeatedly.

Passers-by who stopped watching did not dare to step forward, but someone secretly took out his elder brother and called the ambulance and the police.

The noisy noise made Okino Kei extremely upset. Only then did he remember that his plan was not to stand on the scene stupidly after killing someone, waiting to be arrested.

Ogino Kei suddenly leaned over and picked up the paper bag, hugged it and rushed out of the crowd.

Although countless people were shouting "Stop him!", those shouts had no effect except for speeding up the secretion of Ogino Kei's adrenaline and gushing in the soles of his feet. He was not blocked all the way.

He successfully rushed to the side of the road, got into the car that was parked nearby in advance, and drove to the beach he had chosen before.

However, the police cars came unexpectedly quickly, one after another, and they were stuck on the way he wanted to go. The private cars that used to be confused by the appearance of the police cars were surprisingly cooperative today.

Kei Ogino had to turn the steering wheel hard and flee to the unblocked section of the road.

He frowned and felt that he was really unlucky today. Then he thought of something and suddenly smiled bitterly. Could it be that he was retribution because he killed the child?

...As a matter of fact, no one who killed the child ended up doing well, and the same was true for Masayo Ogawa. They deserve it, they deserve it.

Under the siege of countless police cars, Ogino Kei, who was distracted, was attacked from front to back and forth, blocking a bridge that he had never seen before.

He stepped on the brake numbly, glanced out the car window inadvertently, and was surprised to find that the scenery on this strange bridge was extremely beautiful.

Although it is not as good as the destination he chose before, the wide embankment, shaking weeping willows, and the rippling water waves covered with spots all made him feel that it seems good to regard this place as his last destination for him and his son.

God is not bad to him.

Kei Ogino's heart turned and carefully took out an urn from the paper bag. Then he opened the car door, ran to the bridge with a martyr-like mood in the summer afternoon, and climbed over the railing slightly clumsyly.

The police car was a coincidence and it was half a beat slow before it arrived.

Ogino Kei ignored the policeman who was holding a trumpet behind him to persuade him to come down, hugged the "son" in his arms, and jumped down against the river that was more than ten meters away!

The rushing wave of the river made his heart beat faster, and the feeling of weightlessness aroused his panic to the greatest extent. Ogino Kei didn't know whether he would fall or drown, but no matter what, this ridiculous and boring life was finally over.

...There is only one detail that is regrettable.

He should have thought of his lovely son and died with relief.

But now when he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the pool of blood just now, the innocent child who looked at the toys in his hand.

"Ogawa Yuta..."

He murmured in an unknown way, ready to face the collision of the water.

But after waiting for a long time, the lantern ran countless times in my head, and the legs of the lamp were about to break, but nothing happened.

Ogino Kei finally realized something was wrong and opened his eyes in confusion.

Then stayed silent.

——He didn't fall into the water, but kept his jumping position and floated in the air!

No, it's not just him that is not right...

The shaking willow branches, the floating river water, the sirens creaking on both sides, and the traffic flowing on the river bank in the distance... all of this was still!

Time stagnates at this moment.

Kei Ogino thought it was a dream. He wanted to pinch himself hard, but in addition to his thinking, he also seemed to have become an insect wrapped in amber and could not move at all.

The situation beyond common sense made him feel unprecedentedly scared.

I don't know how long it took, a faint voice sounded from behind him:

"Is this OK?"

This is an extremely mixed voice.

It seems to be made up of countless mechanical sounds, cold and stiff, but it speaks human language and uses human tone, which is very inconsistent.

With this sound, Ogino Kei was held back by some unknown force. He fell back onto the bridge in a mess, rolled around, and raised his head in panic.

The only person who can move in the still background is like a scattered oil paint in an ink painting, extremely conspicuous.

——A young man with an unclear face walked through the police car and passed through the policeman who stretched out his hands to stop Kei Okino from jumping into the river, walking backlight. His figure was slender and his gait was leisurely, and his lengthened shadow landed on Kei Okino's face full of doubt.

Perhaps it was Ogino Keiya that had not responded to his question for a long time, and the other party asked again:

"Is this OK?"

"Although you have avenged your revenge, your son died, your wife left you, and now you are about to die. Is this kind of ending...are you willing?"

Ogino Kei didn't answer him. He secretly pinched himself, and was so heartbroken.

Not dreaming.

...But why has time stopped? Why can’t I see the person’s face clearly? What’s going on with that weird voice?

Everything was beyond the common sense of Ogino Kei's name, which he could not understand at all.

As if he saw his suspicion, the visitor raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Ogino Kei shrank his neck in shock and put on a defensive posture.

But soon, as a short figure out from the void, his eyes widened, and his hands that were crossing his chest unconsciously put down.

——A little boy around five years old appeared next to the young man.
Chapter completed!