In front of reaching out, there is warm sunshine, small bridges and flowing water, etc.

That is the scenery of my hometown.

And his fiancée Xuedaba was standing there holding a camellia that had not yet bloomed, as if she had been waiting for his return.

"…bar…"

The tip of the knife passed through Qingli's neck, eliminating all the struggle and pain of the dying man, and also burying all fantasy and happiness under this knife.

Kenshin looked at the red camellia that was just a few centimeters away from touching the fingertips of the man's right hand, drew the knife and slowly bent down.

Outside the alley.

Iizuka walked into the alley with the two people responsible for the autopsy.

Seeing Kenshin squatting in front of a man, Iizuka couldn't help but ask: "Himura, are you injured?"

"It doesn't matter."

"He can actually injure Feicun. Is this man a master?"

"No."

Himura Kenshin stood up slowly and put the cleaned long sword into its scabbard.

"It's obsession."

"Eh?"

"Mr. Iizuka, I leave it to you to take care of the aftermath."

After saying that, Himura Kenshin bowed lightly and walked towards the outer passage of the alley.

Iizuka had nothing to do with Himura Kenshin's character, but he had already gotten used to it.

When he turned his head, he discovered a strange place.

A red camellia was placed on the body of the dead man on the ground.

The red color of the camellia complements the red blood stains around it.

The combination of blood and flowers is so harmonious at this moment.
Chapter completed!