[Comprehensive] Police Chronicle

able to enter.

It is known that Liu is going to rescue Matsushita, but it is unknown who robbed Matsushita, he remembers that Liu was busy with this matter for a while, where he went at night, that location may be, the only clue Aizawa has is within four or five hours a night The distance to and from, off the beaten track, and nitrous.

Fortunately, the rare nitrate here alone is enough. Aizawa spent half an hour looking at the planning report and the messy city map, and he was basically able to locate the abandoned military factory in the northern suburbs a few years ago, which was later converted into a paper mill. .

Aizawa edited the text message, thought about it, deleted it, and called Akashi.

He informed the speculated address, and also explained the limitations and uncertainties of this information, but the other party didn't mind at all.

"Thank you for your assistance."

"In exchange, please tell me who owns the house above Liu Zai's unit 806."

"Okay, checking—"

A long silence followed.

"The head of the household is Kimura Takashi."

Kimura?Aizawa remembered that he was Liu's colleague. Since the information can be found so easily, it must be easier to be tampered with, which is actually not credible.

But through this name, some clues may be known.

As for why Aizawa brought up the old matter again to investigate the head of the Liu upstairs household.

The first time I received a call from Akashi, there was a noise, so it interfered with the signal...

Aizawa looked at the table silently, and there was a bug the size of a button in the iron clip part of the disassembled folder.

The folder of the physics lesson plan happened to be old for Aizawa, so Liu gave it to Aizawa.

Since he was discharged from the hospital after the USJ incident, Aizawa has often mixed things with Liu, including but not limited to folders. These things will be carried with him without any doubt when Aizawa and the school trustees hold secret meetings.

Of course, maybe the enemy wanted to spy on Liu, but Liu passed it on to him without knowing it.

But Liu's suspicion cannot be ruled out either.

From the leak of the action news, even earlier, the financial status of Liu and the tax-paying civil servants did not match, and some mysterious behaviors that revealed clues, Aizawa was vaguely suspicious. Liu's every move, as he said when he handed the cigarettes this morning, has been paying attention to Liu. Obviously Liu also understands and doesn't care, so Aizawa thought he was thinking too much. At this time, less than twelve hours later, another Clue, he is not sure.

The thing in front of him is the fuse that detonates doubts, and Aizawa needs the thread that leads to the truth and the reason to trust Liu.

Aizawa called Midoriya.

"You cleaned up the litter that piled up on the beach."

"It's... yeah."

After a few months, it is no news to Mr. Aizawa that he has inherited the power of All Might. What is the problem with the garbage mountain in the seaside park?Green Valley is full of doubts.

"What's the matter, teacher? Could it be that I didn't sort out the garbage well?"

"That day I saw you sweating and running along the beach in a panic."

"It turned out that the teacher saw it."

Green Valley is usually a steady kid, Aizawa who would scare him that day only thought of one.

"You met Liu before then, didn't you?"

Lu Gu bowed deeply with an earthy face: "I exposed the source of my personality to Mr. Liu."

"It doesn't matter if he knows, I want to ask, if you see him, there is a high probability that you will also see him catch someone."

Green Valley breathed a sigh of relief, and thought about it: "Well, fat, he looks like an apartment manager from the conversation."

Their conversation was indeed overheard by Lugu, and Aizawa asked in a deep voice, "What did Liu ask that person, and how did that person answer?"

"I don't remember clearly." Lugu recalled carefully, "At first, the person complained of pain and didn't say anything. Later, I took the opportunity to slip away, fearing that I would not escape, so I hid in the garbage mountain for a while. After hearing that, Teacher Liu asked again. That person once again. The conversation was probably, Mr. Liu asked him: I live in a certain room, do you remember who the tenant upstairs is. Then the person was very scared because he was tied up, and said: Isn’t it you too, it is registered under your name !"

"Wait, he said that the upstairs tenant Liu is looking for is also Liu?"

"The tone sounds like sophistry," Green Valley added, "That person doesn't look like a good person with a reputation."

"Any more?"

"No, I ran away."

At that time, Aizawa thought it was strange, and after hearing what Green Valley said, even more absurd conjectures arose.

"That," Lu Gu was curious, "Why didn't you see Teacher Liu at the sports festival? Why didn't the teacher ask him personally?"

"He has something important to do. Although you performed very well in the morning, your personality shouldn't be so detrimental to your body, so pay more attention."

"Thank you teacher for your concern."

Green Valley forgot what he asked before, bowed slightly and walked out of the office.

The door was closed, and the room was surprisingly quiet, Aizawa fell into deep thought.

If you take Lu Gu seriously and irresponsibly reason logic with absurd conclusions, then it is actually Liu who blew up his own house.

how come?

In order to blame someone, such as Kimura?

But what is suspicious is that Liu could have relied on his identity as a policeman, as Aizawa and Akashi did, and the residents' information is clear at a glance.

Unless Liu knew that the residents' information was not credible and had been falsified impeccably, he had to find witnesses who knew the information.

However, Liu's use of violent methods that do not conform to the status of a policeman is likely to force the apartment manager to give false testimony. He is not seeking witnesses to discover the truth, but to bury the truth.

At present, Liu has no sign of blaming anyone, at least not in the first time, is it not the time to direct the fire to the target?

What is he waiting for?

Aizawa inserted his fingers into his messy hair, thinking about it from another angle, what's the point of Liu blaming someone?Charged with arson, only arson?Does that count as attempted murder of a police officer?

Immersed in the guilt assumptions of various willows, Aizawa forgot that generally even strangers have to assume innocence, probably because they are not strangers but willows, restless and far-sighted willows.

Putting down his hand, Aizawa stared at the seven or eight hairs on his palm, and the top of Matsushita's head lit up in his mind.

Thinking too much is not good for your hair.

The author has something to say: The Shannon limit of a channel, or Shannon capacity, refers to the maximum transmission rate for error-free transmission on a channel where bit errors occur randomly.

Semtex, a collective name for a series of mixed explosives.

☆、Thirty-seven chapters

The weather was dry, and the fire in the woods north of the medical building was hard to extinguish, and the smell of smoke and dust in the air was lingering for a long time.

"The media is under control. Six of the wounded were sent to the hospital, and five of the dead were killed. One of the fatal injuries in the building was caused by dislocation of the neck bone, but the gunshot wound was unexplained. The missing person was dealt with and asked to notify their family members. The other four will wait until later. .” Nakajima, who was in charge of the finishing work, made a summary and asked, “What remained at the scene?”

"Because it happened in the waste liquid treatment room, the floor is full of highly corrosive and pungent chemicals..."

"Okay, let's go."

Nakajima walked to the neatly stacked corpses in the forest. There were only three corpses and one was missing. In a blink of an eye, Chiyo happened to arrive.

Chiyo, who came alone except for the weapon, stopped five steps away, folded his arms, and waited for Nakajima to speak with a smile.

"I'm not here for a date with you. I'm asking you for advice as a police officer." Nakajima pushed her in front of the corpse, "I think you can have a clue about how they died. They were guarding the north side of the medical building. already dead."

Chiyo heard the words and took a closer look. After watching for a while, she frowned and squatted down to take a closer look.

He had been dead for five or six hours, with no injuries on the surface, and a hideous death appearance, as if his body had been stabbed in pain. Chiyo clearly saw that one of the corpses had several distinct veins on the neck that looked like plants, sticking to the fat and skin flamboyantly. Growing up, she endured the discomfort and opened the eyelids of the corpse, and there were gorgeous and coquettish lines in the shape of petals behind the muddy pupils.

These people were planted with flowers in their bodies by a plant personality.

Flowers... Chiyo suddenly thought of her mysterious sister. Her personality can conjure flowers out of thin air, but those flowers are weak and ugly, and they can't make her be a gardener or open a flower shop like someone with a similar personality.

Chiyo wanted to tell Nakajima that she didn't know what was going on, but when she turned her head and saw the black muzzle of the gun, she was stunned, realizing that she knew too much, and letting Liu go made a big mistake.

Nakajima, with a gun in his hand, listened to the phone, lip-syncing to her as if he was afraid the other end of the alarm signal.

"I don't need you anymore," he said.

Trying to make herself useful, she was still abandoned after all, and this annoying face finally exploded into blood. She liked Nakajima quite a bit, thinking that they had some kind of friendship, but he didn't even ask for his last words, because he expected her to be a Empty-headed bitch?

Chiyo and the corpse fell together. She had done all the things she regretted in her life, but if she chose again, she still didn't regret not killing Liu.

If she could leave a last word to the only remaining family member, she would like to tell Hanako her bank account password. If there is only one person in the world who cares about her last words, she might say:

"My rotten life, neither beautiful nor sorry, is gone and will never come again."

All four bodies were gone.

Nakajima continued to answer the phone: "It's not very polite to tell Liu Xun also. Be sure to tell... yes, I'll send someone there."

The day's sports festival is coming to an end, and the brief meeting organized by Principal Xiongying ended hastily.

"Anything on your mind?"

The conference room was empty, and Nezu noticed that Aizawa had been absent-minded.

"No."

"Remember the organization I mentioned to you?" Nezu didn't pursue further. "In the early 90s, discipline was loose, members generally lacked personality, and their strength was insignificant. After 20 years, it gradually grew and silently penetrated into every corner of society."

In the meeting just now, Nezu implicitly hinted at the existence of everyone's mole, and repeatedly thwarted his plans against that organization.

"Is there any threat from them," Aizawa asked, "is there any serious harm to the people?"

"They're going to threaten us." The door was closed, and Nezu jumped onto the table, standing opposite Aizawa, "Periling our lifeline."

"We" is the Heroes Association, and "Lifeline" of course refers to capital.

"It's not that you don't know, Aizawa, it doesn't matter if I tell you the truth."

Aizawa leaned back in the chair, listening to the following with drooping eyelids.

"Who makes money in the hero industry? Who is making money?" Genjin asked himself and answered, "99% and 1%, ignorant people and politicians, the masses and capitalists, only this structure has not changed before and after the opening of the era of individuality."

Nezu didn't say what about professional heroes, because both he and Aizawa knew that to some extent they were just part-time workers, and they enjoyed far more benefits than ordinary people, but they were not vested interests. No more than no less.

"The standard for dividing people is wrong." Aizawa disagreed with Nezu's classification of the masses as fools. "Most citizens are not stupid, but are entangled in mundane things and are tired of using their brains in that area."

"They are not stingy when they are making small profits, and that is why they can't wake up." Genjin added, sighing with a smile, "I know they are smart and flexible, but also busy and cold. Used by them for entertainment."

Nezu classified himself as a professional Englishman, and Aizawa would have been a little surprised if it wasn't for his speaking skills.

"They want things to go their way, but the reality of injustice always hits people head-on, and we can't bear that."

When it comes to Wangqingshu Nezu, the "we" here is no longer a professional English.

"So they created one hero after another, one product after another according to their wishes, leading them to escape reality and show enthusiasm, ignore injustice and fill the void."

The massive super-expansion of society in recent years, on the one hand, broke the original solidified class, and on the other hand, exacerbated another level of injustice, that is, the class gap formed on the premise that the top capital accumulators will not waver: a good personality will rise to the sky, and a poor personality will fall into the abyss.

What's more, the appearance is deformed due to personality. It's okay to have a strong personality. If the personality is useless and not human, just imagine what will happen to them.After all, there is no one in a hundred with a strong personality, and most people cannot become the protagonists of life.

There is no sin in being ordinary, but being ordinary in this era will not be a happy thing.

A person's life trajectory is almost doomed after a few years of personality emerges, without more opportunities and possibilities, and even superficial fairness is gone.

Even if it is genes and God's will, how many people can accept the mediocrity and incompleteness that they have nakedly announced to the public, why don't people accumulate grievances, the power of the group is huge and violent.

"Working English is a social stabilizer born in line with the trend of the times."

Crowds are also low-intelligence, emotional, and foolish, with instincts of power-worship and hero-worship.

So a person with a strong personality who has too much power for ordinary people is very nourishing?

Relatively yes.

They have all been incorporated into the system regardless of the advantages and disadvantages. Once in the system, your personality no longer belongs to you. Only when the rules allow you and the public opinion favors you can you use it.Because there are ordinary people who are not free for comparison, it seems that you have maximum freedom in an unfree system, and the status quo is not so unacceptable, and then those with strong personalities are gradually domesticated and maintain the system to their heart's content.

The domestication after the first generation of strong personalities is even easier, starting from basic education, instilling the creed of protecting the weak and order, and preaching how glorious it is to be a professional hero...

Just knowing that nothing can be changed, Aizawa silently listened to Nezu continue talking.

"Just like the religions of heaven and hell and reincarnation tell people that it is not important to suffer injustice in life. After death, there will be justice for you. People who are psychologically balanced will numbly endure injustice, regard it as normal, and be content with the status quo. Even trying to maintain the status quo for the sake of stability, at least not getting worse."

In high spirits, Nezu walked up and down the table, waving his hands.

"Non-sensical religious big talk. People have believed in it for thousands of years. There is no reason not to pay for their favorite heroes. They need lies to let them indulge in Gensokyo with superiority or piety, and what they are after is not a third-rate idol, but a layered idol. The professional heroes screened out by layers, they are chasing the right people crazily, doing the right thing, and letting the capital flow to the right place!"

In the end, Nezu's tone calmed down, and his beard curled up.

"It's not us who make them intoxicated, they are essentially intoxicated by the fanatic atmosphere they created, and the collective support for 'right' brings them collective consistency, participation, commitment, sense of belonging, sense of direction, sense of accomplishment, etc. .”

Aizawa didn't want to say more and couldn't help it, so he replied: "You describe them like a cult."

"That's how they were during the war 80 years ago."

There was a melancholy and pitiful smile on Genjin White Mouse's face, and his beard fell back to a horizontal position. It was his super-wisdom that allowed him to condescend.

Yes, Aizawa agrees with him.

History always reappears with the same appearance. The genetic variation on the chromosomes of human beings with superpowers has not been obvious through a few more X-rays. The genetics have not changed from the past thousands of years to the present. The same mistakes are made again and again. Nature is hard to change.

It's just that Aizawa finds it ironic that Principal Nezu's wisdom of seeing the essence so thoroughly comes from his personality after all.

At this moment there was a knock on the door.

A strange face walked in, leaned in and said something in Nezu's ear.

Nezu's beard moved, and after listening to it thoughtfully, Aizawa felt that Nezu's gaze was intended to turn to him for a moment, but it stopped.

"Short-sighted...that guy is as poisonous as ever."

Nezu first muttered to himself with a slight smile, and then said it to Aizawa impromptu.

"Do you remember Homelander? I heard some interesting rumors..."

It was still daylight, and Aizawa was going to ask Liu to clarify something.

Due to the traffic jam near the sports festival Xiongying, he took a detour and turned west a few streets, and happened to see a hot pot restaurant.

On the day he reunited with Liu, Aizawa followed Liu, and Liu left the scene of the robbery that night and came here specially to return things or ask questions.

Aizawa walked into the store, and the waiter greeted him with a professional and sweet smile.

"Hello, welcome."

"How many days do you keep this monitoring?" Aizawa showed his professional hero license, "Do you still have the monitoring from two months ago?"

The waiter returned it after carefully looking at it, and asked him to talk to the back: "Our monitoring is cleared every month."

"Can you give me a record of the employees who are on duty that day?"

"This is generally not possible." She should be a senior employee and said with a good attitude, "But if you want to know who was on duty on the day of the gas explosion in the west two months ago, I can tell you that it is me."

Aizawa turned on the phone screen saver to her: "Have you seen this person before?"

"Hmm... I remember he paid the bill in advance, and he kept looking at his phone without taking a bite of what he ordered, as if he was waiting for a call."

It was also because of her good looks that she was deeply impressed by Liu.

"Then answered the phone and went out, took a chopstick from that table, and then came back on purpose to return it."

Aizawa thanked her and left the shop.

The biggest unreasonable thing before and after this incident is that Liu Mao still came to eat hot pot with his tongue. The explosion happened not long after Liu left home. He probably just used an excuse to escape from the explosion he knew and even designed himself.

If so, Liu has been staring at the phone waiting for the report of the bank robbery. He even has the robbery that night under control.

Even Aizawa was invited to be there that night... If Aizawa's suspicions come true, it's all lies from the beginning, and the world in these times is a fiction.

When a person doubts the world, he is not far from going crazy, Aizawa forced himself to stop there.

Suddenly, he felt something caught.

Regarding the disappearance of Homelander mentioned by Genzin, the doubts and the starting point lie in Israel.

The reason why Ide and the others were silenced is that the pension was swallowed up. Whether the reason is sufficient or not is at the heart of the people.

Better to think about it now while there is still time.

Liu acted meticulously, and the whole incident seemed to have nothing to do with him, so how could he prove it?

Start to think about the recent common things, Panasonic’s check-in, items moved by Liu, a box of sundries under the bookcase, puzzles, pills, wine bottles... Badges.

It was as clean as a polished silver badge, with sporadic black blood stains remaining on the corners of the pattern, which almost merged with the metal and could not be removed. Aizawa recalled, and still remembered the smell of gunpowder smoke and iron.

It also came back from the battlefield, the Israeli battlefield.

This is it.

Aizawa dialed Akashi's number and asked him to help him obtain the badge in the evidence of the Ide case.

The headquarters of the Heroes Association can contact the Heroes Consortium overseas to obtain DNA samples of the professional heroes of their group.

Although not directly related to Ryu, if Ide Matsushita and Ryu's team had somehow come into contact with Homelander, the badge would most likely be stained with his blood, just hope the blood sample is enough for DNA comparison.

It is a great talent to be hidden, and Liu said that you can't just see what others show you.

What Aizawa did after discovering the bug was a betrayal of Liu, but he acted calmly and orderly. It was Liu who taught him the betrayal factor hidden deep in everyone's heart.

The author has something to say: I write sweet articles.

☆、Thirty-eight chapters

Kazuko's participation in Liu's actions is for revenge.

The fact that her daughter died at the hands of the Mafia was an established fact that Liu told her, so as an incompetent but loving mother, she must do something, such as slaughtering the Mafia money transit point.

Hezi is also an arms dealer, so there was no need for Liu Quchou to close the tall and heavy iron door at the beginning. She took out two armor-piercing bullets from the space, and with just one shot, the door would no longer be able to block it.The second was issued to off-road vehicles that drove out of the side door of the factory to inform or transfer important data.

Before approaching the door and preparing to invade, she threw flash bombs inward, and the 9mm submachine gun successfully eliminated the miscellaneous soldiers in front of the door. It is so necessary to follow a RMB player, Liu can use his brain to think about things that have nothing to do with his situation.

Liu thought that the brains of this mafia were abundant, and the wounds caused by the large-caliber bullets were extraordinary; he thought that it had been a long time since lunch time, and he shouldn't have eaten his leftovers with Aizawa this morning; The smell was a little different, but it was better now, covered up by the smell of blood and the incontinent shit of dead bodies.

Then Liu began to randomly speculate on various ideas and question everything, just like he used to ask himself why he is a hero, why he cannot die, why he is mentally ill, why he is not a hero, and why he is different.

The difference here is not Liu's narcissism, stating objective facts, which is one of Liu's original sins of arrogance.

Liu saw her own face from those eyes that were extinguishing the light, kind and delicate, gentle and weak, and at the same time stained with human blood, inhabited by souls that did not match it.

Liu thought more than once that he came in the wrong body. In such a world, with such a body, he shouldn't do such a thing.

But when I think about it again, I feel that it is such a tilted and chaotic world that makes Liu grow into such a Liu. His inappropriateness and rebellion are actually things born of the times.

Bypassing the tall paper-cutting machinery, the skylight hung high, and the sun was boiling, Liu felt the hot gun barrel and the hot light that seemed to shine into the inside of his body, thinking, are the deaths of these people the same as his?

Whether they couldn’t see the entrance of the halo-like world when their consciousness was interrupted, or they could see it more clearly than him, and they even entered it and discovered the truth. It turns out that the exit is the entrance, and everyone escaped from life and returned to the body , imprisoned, waiting for a long time to rot.The world is a Möbius ring, from which three-dimensional human beings cannot escape and suffer forever.Everyone is born from nothingness, resides in an unselectable body, disappears in nothingness, and annihilates with the only body.

After cleaning up the first floor, Panasonic was nowhere to be found. Many of Liu's surveillance cameras did show that the person was caught here. When Liu climbed to the upper floor, he heard someone moving downstairs. He changed his sniper and aimed his gun at On the ground, close your eyes to expand your hearing, adjust your position on the next floor, and shoot a shot, the bones are rubbed by the strong recoil.

Pull the bolt to unload the case and load it. After five rounds, avoiding the small bullets flying back from below, you can see through the sieve-like floor that the mafia downstairs who are usually rampant and domineering flee in panic.

There was only one person who survived with grace, and he successfully climbed up to Liu's floor, and easily used his personality to destroy the trap that Liu set up with silver wires at the stairway.

"Look at what you've messed up here, make amends with your life." He said with a stern look, "I have an impression of you, the police officer must have heard my name, my name is Akutagawa Dragon——"

For this handsome young mafia with a gloomy temperament, Liu just raised his hand and shot, talking too much nonsense.

Inspired by his fighting spirit, Akutagawa launched his difficult trait, which is a long-range personality. His mobility and attack power are all excellent, but his shortcomings are also obvious. It is a very common syndrome of superior personality, impetuous and underestimated the enemy in battle, procrastinating, and not using his brain.

The most interesting thing is that every time the personality is activated, it also shouts to report to the enemy.

Liu made a breakthrough, and was pierced through his ankle by the fierce black branch that mysteriously protruded from behind him and was lifted into the air.

The response is also simple, the willow finger operates the silver wire to cut off the trapped calf, the muzzle of the muzzle is aimed at the temple during the fall of the mutilated body, the finger is pulled, the bullet passes through, the head explodes, the body dies, and the body is rained with blood from top to bottom. Akutagawa was inexplicably surprised, and forgot to react. Liu, who was about to land in mid-air and was about to come back to life, used gravity to pierce the shoulder blade with a short knife and nailed it to the concrete floor.

Liu didn't like knives because of his brother's personality, and more because of the sharpness, stickiness and bloodiness of the knives themselves, so he stopped the momentum in time.

"Why don't you kill me."

Akutagawa didn't worry too much about Liu's resurrection in the severe pain, at most it was just a cover-up, and he was even more confused by the split person in front of him.

The slightly convulsive movements show that his spirit is highly excited, but his eyes are extremely melancholy, looking at the person he is piercing questioningly, mental thinking and physical actions are completely separated.

What made Akutagawa even more puzzling was that he half-kneeled on the ground, took out a small bag of tobacco leaves from his pocket, grabbed a handful of crushed paste and applied it to his incision to stop the bleeding.

"I know your brother."

Liu recognized him as Akutagawa's proud younger brother who had killed himself in the morning.

"If you say unnecessary things about me, you don't need to know me."

Akutagawa nodded.

"As long as you don't move, you've lost enough blood to last you until it's all over and you're pulled away in an ambulance."

Even though Liu didn't know his brother, Akutagawa had a wonderful compassion for this messy enemy, so he reminded him.

"Backup is coming soon, you will never be able to handle it."

In the evening, when the light turned cold, Liu left without looking back, and went to the upper floor to cut off the power supply.

The lights of the entire four-story factory were suddenly extinguished like the fire of human life, except for the wall lamp in the center of the load-bearing wall that stood out.

Liu smashed open the wall with the butt of his gun, and behind him was a set of monitoring equipment with an independent power supply of the same specification as the one in Liu's house.

The work was really bad, and Liu had to make a short circuit and fire to destroy it and wipe out all traces.

Basically helped Hezi finish the ticket, but Matsushita couldn't find it, so Liu stepped over the corpses and prepared to go downstairs to meet her, if she was still alive.

When he walked to the stairs to withdraw the silver line, Liu Zhi felt something strange behind him, and when he turned around, he found a mafia with only a brainstem tremblingly holding a gun.

The brain does not have a personality that grows in the skull, is that human?That thing can use a gun?

His eyes saw the flames of the gun, but Liu's body was dull due to continuous high-intensity activities, and it was okay if he couldn't escape death.

Suddenly someone pushed Liu away without malice, it was Hezi.

But very bloody, she was hit by a bullet.

Anyway, except for Liu Jiang, there will be no living people present. Liu instructed IBM to make that person die as hard as possible, and told her hesitantly: "I will not die."

"Grass... I said it!"

After a moment of silence, Liu heard her say.

"Immortality is not a cheat of the game of life bestowed by God, it is a bastard BUG."

Kazuko, who was seriously injured, looked at Liu with a familiar look.

"You get hurt more and die more than others, and your enthusiasm for life and fear of death will be exhausted. Everyone depends on them to exist, so you have less reason to exist than others."

She was right.Liu knows that there are not many Asians who either don't think about similar problems at all and treat themselves as ordinary people, or try to stop and give up living in the depths of thinking, and those who are conceited and paranoid to the end are all The exceptions all fell ill and went crazy, like Liu.

"Your life is less than half, I can't imagine how much you hate yourself to accept the bullet, cut yourself off and kill yourself." She saw how Liu defeated Akutagawa, and knew that he could be resurrected, "I don't think it will be for you It's not worth blocking this, you shouldn't treat yourself so cruelly."

Liu suddenly understood what her familiar gaze represented, and also understood that the expressions Aizawa showed several times were pity, pure love that had nothing to do with lust, love for life and human beings.

"It is true that people are good when they are about to die. It is shameful for people to be proud of their indifference. Although I am not young anymore, I have only reflected on my life since my daughter died. I have touched the edge of the stage of life, and now I am about to retire. , I am too lazy to live."

She pointed the gun at her temple, and looked at Liu triumphantly, as if mocking him, "You can't do it, be envious."

The trigger is pulled.Liu lowered his head, his throat moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

It has nothing to do with Hezi's death, he is confused and grieved over the damage and disappearance of his life all day long, regardless of whether he is enemy or friend, relatives or friends, he is so indifferent.

It seems that his ability to empathize has been deteriorating since his brother died, and he has been suppressing his emotions in order to achieve success. Where is his basic awe of life?

Is this right?

Looking around, the blood flow converged into a mirror, gradually dried up, and condensed into a picture of purgatory that is not worth being proud of.

This time, here, this night, he wasn't doing the right thing.

Has it gone astray?

Liu Wu laughed to himself, and the laughter echoed in the dead air like a cemetery. He raised his head and stared at the sky through the dirty cement roof. Black particles diffused and filled the entire space, and no one could distinguish them. What he asked Is it his own frantic inner universe, or the omniscient and omnipotent God who controls everything above the stratus clouds.

You will lift up your face without spot, and you will be strong and fearless; you will forget your pain, even if you think about it, it will be like water flowing past... If you can believe this, save the next person .

The blade of the black ghost brushed against the wall, ready to pounce on living people other than Liu at any time.

Liu saw through its vision that someone was coming, not Mafia reinforcements.

"I took off the handcuffs and came back from a short run to hear the sound." Panasonic saw his relatives chattering, "What kind of handcuffs are used by the gangsters like the police? Plastic self-locking nylon cable ties are the best choice, and they are economical."

Liu refused to comment, and Matsushita shouted sensitively and hurt his pride: "Don't be surprised. After all, I am not a special soldier who went through the back door. Besides, who would deliberately go through the back door to become a soldier."

Liu ignored Panasonic, wondering what to do next.

The mafia's reinforcements are still behind, they don't know what situation they are facing, but the choice of besieging and killing Liu recklessly is right, even though they don't know that Liu is a sub-human, and they are going to bloodbath here, trying to make no one can Live tonight.

Let a professional hero save them.

Aizawa doesn't want to go to Liu now, he's not in the mood.

He walked aimlessly on the street, and after a while, he had his destination.

He went to Liu's new home, he was in a hurry and didn't pay attention last time, he remembered the mailbox mentioned in the love letter, it was a tactful choice to sever the relationship.

After 15 minutes, Aizawa nearly died laughing.

No mailbox at all, either at the doorman, downstairs in the apartment, or in front of the door.

This guy Liu is so fucking amazing, Aizawa squatted in front of the door and laughed for a long time half in admiration and half in suffocation.

As night falls and the dust settles, the last gleam of luster left on the iron gray of the city buildings disappears without a trace.

Aizawa had nothing to do and urgently needed something to do, so he decided to go to Ms. Liu's house not far away to see if he could help.

Ms. Liu hasn't come back yet, the home that was turned over is in a mess, and the photos hidden in the depths are scattered all over the place.

Aizawa picked up one.

In the photo, the teenager's scattered bangs covered some of his forehead, his nose was straight, his jaw was slightly wider, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly melancholy, but his smile was cheerful and unruly, and his lawless and unscrupulous arrogance diluted that look.

It reminded Aizawa of the funeral portrait in his dream, when he was in school. Compared with this photo, they didn't look much like when they were teenagers, but compared with the bearded Aizawa who lost his chin, they were six or seven points similar.

There is no doubt that the person in the photo is Liu Xunyi.

"He may be overly sick, but he's not a bad guy."

Ms. Liu, who came back and waited for news from Liu, leaned against the door, her voice was very low, and her face was full of shame that she couldn't apologize.

"I know."

"You have to be confident, you are important to him."

Aizawa was silent for a long time, recalling what Ms. Liu had said to him alone several times.

"You're right, it's always a question of sex."

No matter which aspect of personality, if the fault is at the source, it will not get better in the future, it will only be wrong every step of the way.

Every progress in this relationship starts with Liu's confession and ends with Liu's evasion. Liu has always been the leader. The first confession is to test your bottom line, and the second confession is to make you take it lightly. You are a doomed insect.

Who knows that all Aizawa's discoveries this time are not under Liu's control, maybe in the future there will be a sincere heart-to-heart reconciliation, the relationship will be restored to the original, and they will live in peace and harmony again.

Being fooled, controlled, and used, and being aware of it but unable to change it, Aizawa in this relationship is just like the "they" in Nezu's mouth.

☆、Thirty-nine chapters

The cloudless night is vast and flat, and the chemical-smelling land extends to meet it. Liu Ju looks condescendingly at the convoy of gangsters coming from the slightly bright horizon. The lights of the cars are flickering. In the distant space, they reflect light like a back armor. crawling beetle.

The worm was approaching, and the bird was hovering in the sky.

The roar of the police helicopter's propeller and engine shook the air and dust around him, which was unexpected by Liu.

The bugs fled in a hurry, and the flashing red and blue police cars looked like a group of colorful tree frogs under the bumpy terrain. Liu watched the police cars surround the gangsters through the window very interestingly, and the harsh sirens surrounded the wilderness. There was no exchange of fire, because the gadflies swarmed, The strobes of the media cameras and the police lights complement each other.

It seemed that tonight ended in such an anticlimactic manner, Liu turned around and said, "Panasonic