Chapter 43

The police who surrounded the entire park quickly drove away the couples and homeless people in the park.

Only then did the police, in groups of several, cautiously begin to search the entire park.

However, even though they passed by the pond several times, no one discovered战场原吹雪 (Battlefield Mukuro) who was hiding in the pond.

While hiding in lake water with just a breathing tube is a common scene in various films and TV shows, in reality, no one would think of such a thing.

So, the police passed by the pond several times without anyone thinking that someone could be hiding in the water.

The police dogs at most found the drinking spot and could no longer detect the scent of Battlefield Mukuro.

But the police were still unwilling to give up and continued to search diligently.

In the pond, Battlefield Mukuro felt her limbs gradually losing sensation.

The cold pond water was continuously taking away her body heat, and with excessive blood loss, her body temperature was dropping even faster.

Battlefield Mukuro felt as if she were standing in the icy cold, with no part of her body warm, and gradually becoming numb and losing sensation.

She knew she couldn't continue like this; she had to get out, otherwise, she would be like the frog in the boiling water, unable to escape when it was too late.

So, Battlefield Mukuro moved her stiff limbs and quietly left the pond.

With a splash of water, Battlefield Mukuro finally made it to the shore.

Her lips were already blue from the cold, her face as pale as paper, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

At that moment, several police officers with police dogs approached her location.

Battlefield Mukuro immediately crouched down and hid behind a shrub.

The police officers and their dogs got closer, and suddenly the police dog sniffed something and barked loudly.

"There's something here." The police officers immediately drew their guns and shouted.

"Over here, over here." Various voices of police officers echoed from a distance, and all the police officers gathered towards this spot.

Battlefield Mukuro naturally wouldn't sit and wait to be captured. As soon as the police dog barked, she darted out, but not to attack the police officers. With her limbs numb, even if the police officers didn't have guns, she probably couldn't accurately wield her knife.

So, Battlefield Mukuro could only choose to run, even though she knew there was no hope of escape, she still tried her best to run.

The police gathered more and more, and the包围圈 (encirclement) kept shrinking.

No police officer blindly tried to capture her, clearly afraid of her desperate resistance, so they just kept shrinking the encirclement until it was reduced to the open area in the middle of the park.

Seeing Battlefield Mukuro, drenched and disheveled, standing in the shadow of a slide in the center of the park, the dozens of police officers surrounding her finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Hiding in the shadow of the slide, trying not to be seen, Battlefield Mukuro was filled with despair.

Her limbs, soaked in cold water, were cold, stiff, and numb, and the burning pain from the gunshot wound on her shoulder, combined with her desperate state of mind, made her feel as if all hope was lost.

However, the pride of a martial family's daughter made her unable to bear the humiliation of being judged, so she made a decision in her heart.

Kneeling on the sand where children played, Battlefield Mukuro slowly drew her knife.

"Don't move, put the knife down." The dozens of police officers, standing in a circle about ten meters away, immediately tensed up, pointing their guns at Battlefield Mukuro and ordering her to put the knife down.

But Battlefield Mukuro, as if she hadn't heard anything, continued to kneel on the ground, placing the knife in front of her and wiping the samurai sword with a wet towel.

"What are you going to do?" A police captain shouted.

Because of the shadow, the police couldn't see Battlefield Mukuro's face or expression, so they couldn't judge what she was going to do. But from her actions, they recognized the movements of a samurai about to commit seppuku. Was this killer going to commit suicide, and by seppuku?

Sure enough, the next moment, Battlefield Mukuro's actions confirmed their suspicions. She raised the samurai sword and aimed it at her beautiful, white, and tender abdomen, about to stab herself.

"Don't."

"Put the knife down."

The police officers shouted.

But Battlefield Mukuro's actions remained unchanged, completely unaffected by their words.

Just as the samurai sword was about to stab down, a bright flash of light suddenly appeared on the scene.

The crackling sound mixed with the light made Battlefield Mukuro lose focus, and the samurai sword paused, not stabbing down.

In the next moment, Battlefield Mukuro saw that the dozens of police officers who had been surrounding her nearby had all collapsed to the ground, clearly knocked out by the electric shock.

Not far behind the police officers, only one man was standing, walking towards Battlefield Mukuro. Clearly, he was the one who caused the electric shock.

As the man walked to where the streetlight could shine, Battlefield Mukuro saw that it was Seiha.

"Sorry, I'm late." Seiha came to Battlefield Mukuro, squatted down, and said to her.

At this moment, Battlefield Mukuro, with her body covered in mud and water from the mixture of water and sand, and with a gunshot wound on her left shoulder and a bullet graze on her right arm, still bleeding, looked absolutely miserable, even worse than an African refugee!

Looking at the man in front of her, the only person she could rely on at this moment, even someone as strong as she was, her eyes gradually turned red.

With a "clank," Battlefield Mukuro released the samurai sword, and it fell to the ground.

Then her body softened, and she fell to the side.

Seiha promptly reached out, supporting her and holding her in his arms, not minding her muddy and wet body.

"Sniff, sniff, sniff." At first, it was a soft sob, but gradually, Battlefield Mukuro's voice grew louder, and she finally burst into tears.

Even someone as strong as Battlefield Mukuro had reached her limit at this moment.

All the委屈 (grievances) she had endured over this period, including today, were released in her sobs.

Seiha just held her quietly, infusing pure yang energy into her body to soothe her emotions and help stop the bleeding from her wounds.

Feeling the warm flow of energy inside her, Battlefield Mukuro felt as safe as if she were back in her mother's arms, until she cried herself to exhaustion and quietly fell asleep in Seiha's arms.

Only then did Seiha pick up the sleeping Battlefield Mukuro, pick up her knife, and carry her towards her home.