Reincarnation of Lelouch Lamperouge

When Fujitang stepped into the room, everything was over.

It's already after everything is over!

The thick blanket was covered with black blood.Even so, the liquid that could not be absorbed by the fleece blanket unpleasantly reflected the light of the fluorescent lamp on the tip of the fleece.In the center of the pool of blood, the man rolled his eyes and died completely.

That man was Shuki Xuanwu, who was the prime minister of Japan until just now, but now he has become a mere piece of meat.

Then, not far away, in a corner of the room.

As a purely Japanese person, a teenager with a slightly lighter hair sat on the ground, hugging his knees, as if he was afraid of something, as if he was rejecting something, and bowed his head.

The white jacket and navy blue hakama were all dyed red by the splash of bright red.

Yes, the blood of the man called the father seemed to stain Suzaku's entire body with a red, ominous red.

In a place further away, Fujitang's sword was set aside and thrown on the ground. The sword that was supposed to be in the dojo was thrown there.

I probably heard the sound.

The boy slowly raised his head.

"teacher?"

Godless eyes looked towards Fujitang who was standing at the door of the room.

"teacher!"

This time it was a positive tone. Even though the mind was confused, the instinct of the body was still there.

However, Fujido did not answer.

The boy was about to collapse at a glance, but even so, he still couldn't speak.Even Fujitang, who was a pure soldier and witnessed death with his own eyes, was shocked by the miserable situation in front of him.Although he knew that it was a cruel betrayal to the teenager, he still had nothing to say for a while.

The cruel fact of father killing is enough to shock anyone's soul.

Therefore, Fujido is not talking.

"Did you draw a knife?"

Behind Fujitang, a figure walked into the room. It was a short old man in a tea-green kimono.

Although it is short and small, he has a strong sense of presence and his movements are also very sensitive. Even the sound of a crutches hitting the ground is powerful and powerful, and cannot be ignored.

There was air floating on his body that could hold the opponent's consciousness tightly.

"President Tongyuan!"

Fujitang stepped back and saluted respectfully.

"After receiving your contact, I sent my subordinates over. I didn't expect this to happen. Fujitang, although I don't know the details of what happened, you probably have to bear some responsibility!"

The old man named Gongyuan Gong by Fujido has an unquestionable affirmation in his tone.

"Yes!"

Fujido's eyes were closed tightly. This result was indeed his mistake.

"Then, you perform your duties first. In any case, you can't just end it like this."

The old man's voice contained a majesty that even Fujitang could not violate.

"Shumu's death will be concealed for a period of time, but it is usually forgotten. Now it is not the time. The national crisis is at stake and it is difficult to perfuse. You will be the commander instead. I grant you this authority."

"is it possible?"

Although I know that the seemingly short old man in front of me does have an indispensable influence and power in Japan, it is the first time to directly interfere with the Japanese military and political circles, especially at this sensitive moment.

"It's okay to have me, but I can't change the result that Shumu caused during his lifetime."

The old man simply said so, that strong self-confidence and domineering did not allow anyone to question.After that, he ignored Fujitang, left him aside, and walked into the room fearlessly, into the room full of bloody smell and abnormal atmosphere.

Stepping into the abnormal space, only the old man remained calm, and thoroughly inspected the room.Finally, he stopped in front of the young Suzaku sitting in the corner of the room.

The old man called quietly.

"You're called Suzaku Suzaku, boy!"

Although I know that Shumu has such a son, and I don't know that Fujitang used him as a breakthrough point to approach Shumu Xuanwu, but this is the first real meeting. Compared with the cheerful boy in the photo, the Suzaku in front of him , Just like a drowning man struggling on the edge of hell, he may fall into a bottomless abyss at any time.

Suzaku stared at the distant place blankly, like a walking dead, without any anger.

"Young man, you have drawn your sword. That is an unchangeable fact."

Suzaku did not respond.

"Once the knife is pulled out, it cannot be sheathed without blood. Let me make it clear that your knife has not been sheathed yet."

Suzaku did not answer.

"Yes, even if you cut your father with your own hands, your knife has not been sheathed. Your eyes say this, your own blood and your body say this. Then it's up to you where the rest is. Resheath. You decide what you choose, how you will atone for your sins in the face of the blood you shed now and the blood that will continue to shed later. But if you can't do it."

Fujido immediately understood what the old man was going to say.

Because he serves the elderly all year round.

However, because of this, Fujitang could not stop the old man's words, perhaps, this is the only way to save Suzaku at present.This old man, even if it is cheating, can do what he cannot do.

Because he is a conspirator no less than Shumu Xuanwu!

"Just stop here."

The heavy crutches paused heavily on the floor and let out a sound that stunned Suzaku's soul.

Suzaku's body reacted for the first time.

The old man continued to say coldly.

"One more thing, if you can't even do this, there is no place for you in this world. You have no value in living. Remember this! Don't forget why you drew your sword, and Don't forget, there are still people alive, waiting for this knife to guard it!"

I really don't know how powerful that sentence really is.

Suzaku stood up suddenly and staggered.

Although the thin figure was sleepwalking, Suzaku stood up and took a step.

Staggered out of the room.

Suzaku did not understand what the old man said before, he only heard one clearly!