如果 Yukio 的父亲出了什么事,就没有时间可以浪费了.我们必须赶快提供帮助.
我们去了车库.别墅和车库相连.无需先离开别墅即可到达车库.人们可以简单地穿过连接别墅和车库的门.我们离开了客厅,来到别墅的另一个入口,打开门,进入了相邻的车库.
车库里漆黑一片,漆黑得让人看不到自己的手.然而,还是有隐约的奇怪动作.这个动作有一定的节奏,听起来相当清脆.
"那是什么声音?"青叶小声问道.
对车库非常熟悉的 Yukio 很快就找到了位于门旁边的照明开关.
折.
车库上方的荧光灯管突然亮起来,内部瞬间像白昼一样明亮.
在我们前方不远处,汽车静静地停在车库的中央.一个穿着庄重服装的男人站在汽车的前引擎盖旁边,侧身面对我们.
"爸爸?"雪穗说."你在这里做什么?"
"说着,她走了过来.
我就站在他们俩的前面.当雪穗要超过我时,我立即伸手阻止了她.
"你在干什么?"雪穗有点不满.
"等一下.出事了.我警告她.
"怎么了?"雪穗感到困惑.
我既没有看她,也没有回答她的问题.我只是默默地盯着那个男人.
这名男子左手拿着一个弹匣,右手拿着一把子弹.他正在有条不紊地装填子弹.当他把一颗又一颗子弹压进弹匣时,传来了有节奏的咔哒声.我们最初进入车库时听到的声音是他装弹匣的声音.
"Miwa先生?"青叶站在我的右后侧,试探性地喊道.
对,Yukio 的姓氏是 Miwa.所以,Yukio 的父亲也应该姓 Miwa.
三轮先生根本没有回应青叶的电话.他只是默默地给弹匣里的子弹加油.
He had already filled many magazines. On the front hood of the car in front of him were many fully loaded magazines, and a pistol with the magazine removed was placed aside. He was concentrating on loading the bullets as if he didn't care at all that we had appeared here.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yukio obviously thought of something dreadful and was extremely uneasy.
Click.
Mr. Miwa pressed the last bullet into the magazine.
Then, he picked up the pistol.
Click.
The magazine was inserted into the gun.
"Mr. Miwa, you..." I was already prepared for combat.
Mr. Miwa turned around and faced us. His eyes were as red as blood, devoid of any emotion. He just looked at everyone present, including his own daughter, as if they were livestock.
Yukio couldn't help but cover her mouth and took a sharp intake of breath.
Mr. Miwa raised his pistol and aimed it at our side.
I immediately realized that his muzzle was not aimed at me but at one of the two people beside me. If he were aiming at me, I would definitely have a very dangerous premonition.
"Dad..." Yukio still wanted to say something to Mr. Miwa.
But there was no time for talking now. I shouted, "Dodge quickly!"
As I shouted, I raised my arms and shoved Aoba and Yukio standing beside me. The forceful push made the two of them tumble to the ground instantaneously. Immediately afterwards, a gunshot suddenly rang out. The bullet passed through the position where Yukio had been and hit the lighting switch next to the garage door. Concrete fragments and switch fragments splattered everywhere.
The lighting switch was damaged, and the internal wires were also severed. There was a faint current visible on the exposed wires.
Yukio propped herself up and looked back at the damaged switch. Her expression changed drastically.
If it weren't for me pushing her just now, perhaps she would have been killed by her own father. This cruel fact made her seem extremely incredulous at this.
Aoba on the other side also quickly stood up.
"Aoba, take Yukio and leave." I said. "I'll deal with him."
"Okay!" Aoba immediately sprinted towards Yukio.
Mr. Miwa slightly adjusted the angle of the muzzle and aimed at Yukio, who hadn't had time to stand up yet.
This was the first time I was dealing with an armed opponent. Just now, I was too nervous and didn't react in time. After he fired the bullet, I realized that I didn't actually need to push the two people beside me. I just needed to use my telekinetic power to lift his right wrist holding the gun upwards. Such a simple technique, but because of my natural fear of pistols, I didn't think of it in time.
Before he fired a second shot, I exerted my telekinetic power and directed it towards him not far away.
His right wrist immediately rose involuntarily.
Bang!
The fired bullet hit the wall above the garage door, and stone powder fell down rustlingly.
Then, I used my telekinetic power to accelerate my movement and rushed towards Mr. Miwa.
Yukio behind me shouted, "Don't kill him!"
Of course I wouldn't kill him. Whether it was when dealing with Ning Hai's mother in this world before or when dealing with the students with pink eye disease, I had never killed anyone. I just made them faint. Although I am a superpowered individual, I am also a normal person with a clean record. Naturally, I am reluctant to kill. Moreover, Mr. Miwa is Yukio's father, not an irrelevant person. So, I definitely can't kill him.
Apart from my superpower, I am just an ordinary person who can be found anywhere, not a heartless character.
Soon, I rushed in front of Mr. Miwa. Because it was so fast, even I couldn't react much. I just felt that I arrived in the blink of an eye.
Mr. Miwa also looked like he couldn't react in time. He only had time to turn his eyeballs and look at me with his blood-red eyes.
I immediately swung my left hand and knocked away the pistol he was holding. At the same time, I raised my right hand, grabbed his neck, and pressed down on his carotid artery.
Mr. Miwa tried to struggle, but these small movements were suppressed by my telekinetic power.
After a while, he fainted just like everyone else who had been knocked unconscious by me before.
I looked back at Yukio, who ran towards me.
Right, she had said "Don't kill him" just now, right? On second thought, that should not have been said to me but to Mr. Miwa. I was too self-assured. Once I used my superpower, I couldn't help but get carried away.
Yukio hugged the slumped Mr. Miwa.
"Don't worry, he's fine. He just fainted." I explained casually.
This technique of pressing on the carotid artery is one that I have specially trained. It's very useful. In the past, when fighting, this move made many troublesome violent disputes very simple. However, if not used properly, there may be aftereffects. Therefore, one must be careful when using it.
Yukio opened Mr. Miwa's eyelids and checked his eyes.
I took a look. His eyes were still blood-red.
Yukio's expression became gloomy.
Aoba walked over and looked at Yukio and the fainted Mr. Miwa. She fell silent, empathizing. After more than ten seconds of silence, she seemed to have formulated some comforting words and said, "Yukio..."
"I know." Yukio interrupted Aoba's words. "I know. I won't be defeated..."
She stood up and wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
"I'll go get some rope."
After saying that, Yukio walked towards the corner of the garage. Her back looked both delicate and strong.
Although her relative had also been infected with pink eye disease and even tried to take her own life, and even the city where she had always lived had become a mess, she showed an extraordinary side and regained her spirits.
Yukio quickly returned with the rope.
"Do we need to tie him up?" I said. "Then let's take him into the house first. It will be more convenient to monitor him."
"Okay. Thank you." Yukio said calmly.
We returned to the living room of the villa.
"Let's go to the third floor. There's an empty room there." Yukio walked in front and looked back at me. "Can you carry him up?"
"Leave it to me."
With my own strength and telekinetic power, carrying a person is still more than enough.
Before long, we entered the empty room on the third floor.
This should be used as a temporary bedroom for guests. It is very clean inside.
I put Mr. Miwa on the white bed.
Yukio came up with the rope and started tying him up.
After finishing, we exited the room. Yukio took out a key and locked the empty room from the outside. This was the first time I had seen a door lock design that could be locked from the outside.
We returned to the living room and sat on the sofa in silence.
After what had happened, we didn't know how to start a conversation. Offer comfort? Although Yukio didn't seem to need comfort, her heart should also be close to its limit. For a moment, the thought of taking advantage of this opportunity to win Yukio's trust flashed through my mind. This opportunistic thought was really despicable. It was okay last time with Aoba, but this time it was completely different. I also have a sense of shame. If someone did this in front of me, I would definitely look at him with contempt.
"My dad is in the mafia." Yukio suddenly spoke.
Aoba and I both focused our attention.
"I've only had my dad as a family member since I was little." Yukio continued. "My mother broke up with my dad because she hated the mafia."
She looked to one side.
We followed her gaze. She was looking at a cabinet not far away. On top of the cabinet was a fluffy rabbit doll and next to it was a photo frame. My eyesight is still okay, so I can see that there is a photo of two people in the frame. The content is a picture of Mr. Miwa, who is a bit younger than now, standing beside a five-year-old girl who had fallen to the ground. The background is a grassland under the sun.
The fallen little girl should be young Yukio. She had a crying expression because of the pain. And Mr. Miwa next to her seemed surprised that this scene was being photographed and showed a surprised expression at the camera.
"Dad seldom comes home and sometimes gets injured. I..."
For the next ten minutes or so, Yukio kept talking about herself. Aoba would interject a few words from time to time. As for me, who is relatively not good at communicating, I could only play the role of a listener.
After finishing speaking, she paused and gave us a smile.
"Sorry for telling you so much about myself. It must be very boring."
"No, it's not!" Aoba quickly said.
Yukio smiled and then stood up and said, "I'll go prepare lunch. Wait a moment."
"I'll help!" Aoba couldn't sit still.
"Let me help too." I also stood up from the sofa.
...
The sky darkened, and then late night came.
Aoba and I were arranged in bedrooms on the second floor, on either side of Yukio's bedroom. The empty room where Mr. Miwa was locked was upstairs.
When falling asleep, one could hear the struggling sounds from upstairs, the movements of the patients outside, and the occasional screams from afar. It was hard to sleep. In addition to these sounds, I could also faintly hear the small movements from Yukio's bedroom next door. Although very subtle, I could be sure that it was most likely the sound of pressing bullets into the magazine.
Click, click, click...
Like the movement of the second hand of a clock, it sounded rhythmically.
One hour, two hours, three hours... The sound of loading continued non-stop, occasionally interspersed with the sound of unloading. Loading and unloading repeatedly, it didn't stop all night. Although it was such a monotonous melody, it made me feel that the bedroom was filled with chaotic emotions, as if something bad was brewing.
I gradually fell asleep.
...
The next day, morning.
Aoba and I were sitting in the living room on the first floor.
Yukio finally walked out of her bedroom and came to the living room.
Aoba took the initiative to greet her but found that Yukio's face looked very bad and couldn't help asking, "Yukio, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"Well, I didn't sleep at all." Yukio smiled indifferently. Her eyes were bloodshot and there were traces of dark circles.
Then, she said again, "Let's leave here."
"Leave here?" Aoba asked in confusion. "Where to?"
"Go to the research institute established by the city government. There may be an experimental stage pink eye disease specific drug there. I want to find it."
"What if you can't find it?" I asked.
"Then we'll leave Beaver City directly." Yukio replied immediately.