Hunting knife “Dictator” is fierce and tough in Caesar’s hand, while Chu Zihang’s “Murasame” is like a ghost in the air, flashing and making deadly splits; every time “Dictator” cut it off, Chu Zihang will retreat immediately and turn into almost invisible light once again at high speed. The life-and-death fighting between the two sides is as graceful as a dance performance, whose speed is so fast that Lu Mingfei can’t see them clearly. A vague black figure, a vague crimson figure; the shadow of Dictator, the strong sunlight reflected by Murasame are mixed together and cannot be separated.
The vibration of Chu Zihang’s blade became more and more intense in the air. It was mixed with Caesar’s roaring and formed a dense killing atmosphere.
“Dictator? Murasame? What the hell?” Lu Mingfei murmured.
“Dictator” means “the leader” in ancient Rome, while “Murasame” is supposed to be a blade that doesn’t exist in the world, but frequently appears in Japanese games. In those games or cartoons, after “Muramasa” kill one thousand people, it will be changed to the evil blade “Murasame”, which will naturally produce beaded rain to wash away the blood. But Lu Mingfei had searched it, knowing this blade is just made up. It’s written the script of Legend of the Eight Samurai. Though, someone in this college really pulled out this blade.
Could it be any more absurd? Caesar, can you grab the Frostmourne out? Lu Mingfei laid himself there, thinking.
The sound of tiny footsteps came from behind the narrow road. Lu Mingfei stupefied and listened carefully.
The footsteps were creeping in. Lu Mingfei was startled and suddenly realized that the other side might have a gun. Before he could jump up and say that I surrender! I’m just an innocent passer-by! The man’s foot was on his back, and she leaped lightly out of the narrow way. She stepped on Lu Mingfei’s lungs and squeezed an “ouch”. Startled, the man pulled out her Colt pistol from the waist and squatted down, turned cross-legged to point at her back.
The two men looked at each other. Lu Mingfei blinked. He was pleasantly surprised by the other’s beautiful flying eyes, her long dark red hair in a ponytail, and the wobbly four-leaf clover studs on her ears.
“Come, little rabbit, give me a hug!” A voice rose in his head. It was these eyes that were looking at him as she said this, they are frighteningly beautiful.
“Nuo Nuo, it’s me!” Lu Mingfei was happy because except those two psychopaths playing blades, the last living one here is Nuo Nuo.
Nuo Nuo was dressed in a crimson combat uniform. Lu Mingfei stunned. He suddenly understood Nuo Nuo is in this killing game, and she’s the last girl beside Caesar in the red team. Caesar set an ambush when he takes on the challenge, the last man will attack the home of the black team, and Nuo Nuo is his “back up plan”. Lu Mingfei realized that he was in fact completely unfamiliar with Nuo Nuo, their time together is only a short few hours; but on the way across the ocean, what quieted his heart down is this unfamiliar girl.
Why trust her? Just no one else to trust, right?
And she’s holding a gun, pointing at you right now.
Lu Mingfei raised his hands carefully. “Don’t shoot… I surrender… I’m just a passer-by.”
Nuo Nuo still held the gun flatly and did not even move her eyebrows.
“Senior sister… I… I…” Said Lu Mingfei.
Nuo Nuo revealed a faint smile. But then she suddenly roared, “Get down!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled the trigger.
The bullet whistled over his head, narrowly missing his head. At the moment she roared, Lu Mingfei lied down directly.
That damned, weird sense of trust. Even she points the gun to him, he still did it without thinking.
The blood spread across Nuo Nuo’s chest, turning her crimson uniform to black. A large-calibre sniper bullet hit her directly in the chest and she was carried almost to ground, but with her last bit of strength she held on.
She looked down at the wound on her chest and nodded to Lu Mingfei. Her voice was hoarse. “Indeed tact, but still a bit slow…”
Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw a girl dressed in black lying with a sniper rifle on the ground, the black muzzle was still smoking. Lu Mingfei knew the gun, the American Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle – “the king of sniper”, 0.5-inch diameter. Hit at this distance is absolutely incurable, and the bullet can stain the bowels of a person.
The girl was the last member of the black team. She’s the sniper, who jumped out of the side window into the narrow lane with her gun. Originally Nuo Nuo can take her down by one shot, but Lu Mingfei stopped her trajectory. So, the two sides did a cowboy showdown, but Nuo Nuo shot a few seconds slower, Lu Mingfei… is still too slow.
Lu Mingfei couldn’t believe his eyes, but the blood dripping from Nuo Nuo’s chest reminded him that all these are true. Her eyes strayed and showed signs of dying.
Lu Mingfei grabbed his head. His head felt pain deeply. Strangely, it’s like in a very deep place, something will come out. At the moment, the bright golden pupils on the screen of darkness are opening with the voice of a huge bell. “Would you like to exchange?”
Exchange? Exchange for what?
There is a kind of impulse to make him want to say yes, it seems that the promise will make the world totally different; at the moment of exchange, something will change.
The female sniper jumped up, abandoned her sniper rifle and drew her sabre from her back. Lu Mingfei did not react, the girl stepped on his back and landed lightly on the side of Nuo Nuo. She grabbed her long hair and stabbed the sabre into her throat. Blood splashed on Nuo Nuo’s face. A few drops of blood splattered on Lu Mingfei.
“We won! Caesar! You failed!” The girl raised her bloody dagger.
Indeed, they won. Neither Caesar nor Chu Zihang could leave the battlefield at the moment, she could easily hum a song and go to the home of the crimson team to win the game of killing. If this is a game of chess, both sides have reached the end of the game, the outcome has been unable to reverse.
But a red pawn appeared on the chessboard, on the “Snarled” point.
The deafening noise of the shots silenced the girl’s voice, and the bullets behind her, with great momentum, pushed her forward. She could not believe it, struggling to turn back. She saw Lu Mingfei holding PPK left by Yasushi Tomiyama, which has been transformed into a gun like a canon, climbed up quietly from the ground.
This pawn began to burn!
Caesar and Chu Zihang drew back and looked at the narrow exit filled with smoke. A tottering figure appeared from the smoke, carrying the heavy “the king of sniper”. The nearly 1.5-meter sniper rifle in his hand looked as awkward as it could be, not the way a trained person holding a gun.
Caesar frowned. “Who is that? Irrelevant out!”
A large calibre bullet hit him in the front, and he staggered back two steps, fell on his back.
A shell spinning out from the chamber of “the king of sniper”, landing. Lu Mingfei blew a breath on the chamber. It’s a dull face without expression.
Chu Zihang slowly turned, the light of Murasame was reflected in his golden pupils. He threw away the blade and held up his hands. “Who are you?”
Chu Zihang, it’s indeed the legend of his high school. Kind of people like Lu Mingfei can only watch him from far away.
When he’s still in senior high school, Chu Zihang was the president of the student union, and he would patrol each class during morning exercise. Even it’s raining Lu Mingfei’s class had to present, looking up to spotless Chu Zihang. He will walk slowly from the top floor of the building, overlooking them. They acted like toy soldiers conformably.
It’s only that his pupils were not golden.
“Lu… Mingfei?” Miraculously, Chu Zihang shouted out the name of Lu Mingfei.
If in the past Lu Mingfei will probably be moved to do not know what to say, legendary senior Chu Zihang remembered his name, probably also concerned about him? Although he is not one of those girl fans of Chu Zihang girl, this is also a privilege.
So he said nothing and looked coldly at Chu Zihang.
“The game is over, I can concede!” Chu Zihang felt Lu Mingfei’s emotion, such as fierce wind and knife cutting his face. He decided to concede.
The black muzzle lifted again. Lu Mingfei’s bones moved with mechanical precision. He pulled the spring and let the bullet to slide into the magazine. Then his fingers buckled the trigger, felt the mechanical part of the gun as one part of his body. The muzzle is in place, bones locked one by one in the appropriate position, and Chu Zihang’s figure appeared in the sight bead.
“Against…” Lu Mingfei spat out the word coldly.
The second word was swallowed up by the roar of the gun.
Lu Mingfei pulled the trigger. The bullet whistled away from the sniper rifle and pierced Chu Zihang’s chest with splashing blood.
The campus suddenly quieted down. The sun shined on the smoke to make a beautiful golden colour as if he’s standing in the morning fog. For a long time, Lu Mingfei leaned his sniper rifle against the wall and sat slowly on the steps, his hands clasped on the forehead.
The sonorous march resounded through the campus. The broadcasting system, which had been mute for a long time, seemed to be waking up from a nap.
Lu Mingfei was stunned as if awakened from a dream. He looked around at the body, raised his hands high, but did not know to whom he should surrender.
An unknown building opened its doors, and doctors and nurses swarmed out, carrying suitcases with insignia. Lu Mingfei gawked at the doctors taking out the syringe for the body injection, dared not say a word. A little old man with thin round gold-rimmed glasses and shiny bald head came towards Lu Mingfei with a handkerchief over his nose, frowning and sighing. As he passed the bullet-scarred wall, his sigh became more touching. It seemed that he did not care how many people had died, but that he was sorry for the loss.
He walked up to Lu Mingfei, looked him up and down. “You are the new student, right?”
Lu Mingfei nodded.
“I’m the head of the Disciplinary Committee! Professor Manstein!” The little old man looked scornful. “Get away and rest! Students now! Entering school without putting schoolwork at the top of the priority list, but playing such a boring game! Is it fun? Is it fun?” He yelled and got angry once again, pointed at those cratered granites of buildings. “These are all money! All MONEY!”
Lu Mingfei moved his position to sit and found someone tapping his shoulder from behind. “Never mind, Manstein is my good friend. He’s just a bit greedy. I’ll ask him to take care of your courses later.”
Lu Mingfei nodded his head. “But this is…”
He turned away, stunned. It wasn’t anyone but Professor Guderian who was shot in the shoulder. Now the old man’s chest was still a pool of blood, but he’s bright.
“Ghost!” This is Lu Mingfei’s first reaction.
“Alive! I am alive!” Professor Guderian quickly waved his hand. “Touch me, it’s hot!”
“OK…… So you came back from hell successfully?” Lu Ming was shivering.
“I am not dead, don’t be frightened by the small game of the student, it’s just a fake drill. Today is the ‘freedom day’ of the college, where students can do what they want without being penalized by school rules.” Professor Guderian sat down beside Lu Mingfei.
“But you’re covered in blood!” Said Lu Mingfei loudly.
“Oh, it’s a little alchemy equipment, ‘Frigg bullets’, that they use as toys.” Professor Guderian took a dark red bullet from his pocket and handed it to Lu Mingfei.
“Frigg is the wife of Odin, the goddess of Norse mythology. In order to protect her son, Baldr, the god of light, she made all the creatures in the world swear not to hurt the god of light, so nothing can hurt Baldr. If the warhead hits its target, it will quickly disintegrate and vaporize, leaving no injuries but bloody marks. Mixed with a tiny amount of anesthetic, it can cause an immediate coma. It used to be used as a narcotic bullet, but it was also a ‘freedom day’ reserved weapon for students. See me demonstrate.” Professor Guderian thrust the bullet into the back of his hand, and the hard bullet burst open under the impact, turning into a cloud of blood-red dust like a gunshot.
“This…… So advanced!” Lu Mingfei exclaimed.
Guderian’s face twitched and he fell headlong at Lu Mingfei’s feet.
“Is this…… Did the resurrection fail?” Lu Mingfei’s face twitched too.
“The numbness in Frigga’s bullet is equal to another shot, mindless fellow.” Professor Manstein frowned. “Nurse! Give him another needle!”
The field of corpses is now a sports arena, with doctors and nurses giving injections to people who have been shot, massaging the backs and shoulders of “dead” people who have broken their joints and recording their student numbers. Lu Mingfei found that after removing their masks from their heads, the dead men were all around nineteen. The first thing after these people wake up is to whisper, want to know the victory or defeat blankly. Two team leader Caesar and Chu Zihang lied in the parking lot, looks intimate with arms and thighs together. There’re huge blood spots on their chests, next to them are Murasame and Dictator.
Looks like someone shot them when they were fighting.
“Who did it?” Someone shouted at the top of his voice.
Lu Mingfei sat on the steps with a straight face and an “I am an innocent passer-by” expression.
“Shut up! Still want to make trouble? This year has gone too far!” Professor Manstein shouted angrily. “You have violated the special school rule of ‘freedom day.’ I will report to the headmaster and terminate this activity!”
“The three special rules are: Don’t use the facilities in the ‘ice cellar’, don’t cause casualties, and don’t show strangers around, right?” Someone asked.
“Injuries are when they accidentally fell, and everybody falls, right?” Said another.
The two students speaking were Caesar and Chu Zihang. The two hostile enemies just woke up, calm as two captains like they just played a basketball game. Each of them leaning on the side of the narrow road, with almost the same movement of hands clasped in the chest. Caesar looks lazy, Chu Zihang showed a face without expression.
“Great! Caesar, Chu Zihang, how dare you! Wait for me to report to the principal!” Shaking with anger, Professor Manstein reached into his arms and dialled his mobile phone. Everyone was quiet, as if the principle of the college had a special place in the minds of students, all of them stared on Professor Manstein’s phone.
Professor Manstein, in a position of authority, pressed the hands-free button.
“Hello, Manstein.” The deep, gentle voice sounds like a typical European gentleman, but he spoke standard Chinese.
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