[POI Doujin] In the Perfect World

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the empty and quiet corridor, and Finch almost exhausted himself to keep up with the man in the suit.Even so, he couldn't help but look around while walking.Obviously it should be inside a luxurious building, but on both sides of the deep corridor there are closed iron doors one after another, there are no windows, and even the walls are simply painted with white paint.Several metal pipes of uneven thickness cling to the ceiling vertically and horizontally, and there is no trace of the exquisite lighting that should have been in the building, only the simple incandescent lamps above the head illuminate the surroundings. Finch estimated that the two had been walking for quite a while, but this corridor was so long, it seemed endless, until it stretched to the end of the world. Finch secretly took a few deep breaths to relieve his overly tense nerves.No matter how weird the surrounding environment is, can it be as weird as what happened to me tonight?He secretly smiled wryly.

Finch couldn't see the expression of the man in the suit in front of him. Ever since they escaped from the hall, the man in the suit had been holding his palm tightly and walking in front of him on the left.In the other hand of the man in the suit, he held a gun tightly. The metal on the muzzle of the gun had a cold luster under the light in the corridor. It should be Glock18. look.The only thing that puzzles him is, why can he identify the model of guns at a glance when he has always hated guns? Finch frowned and hesitated for a long time before he attributed the reason to the gangster movie he watched with his wife and daughter a few days ago.

Withdrawing his thoughts from the boring chaos, Finch raised his eyes and secretly looked at the profile of the man in the suit.From this angle, he could only see the lines of the opponent's cheeks, the tight corners of his mouth, and the temples dotted with stars.He couldn't remember the appearance of the man in the black suit in the nightmare that haunted him for a long time, but at this moment he could confirm without hesitation that the man in the suit in front of him was the man in the dream.At the same time, another cognition that also popped up in his heart without thinking made him even more shocked, that is, his trust in the man in front of him, 100% and complete trust.

Looking back on his life in the past few decades, apart from his father, he has always been cautious and self-confident, and he only gave this trust to his good friend Nathan and his beloved wife Grace.Why would this man who should have never met before him become the third one? Finch was at a loss.

There is no reason, no evidence, no reason to explain, as if they have supported each other and experienced life and death together.

Even if it is your own life, you can entrust it to this man without hesitation!The words suddenly entered Finch's mind.

Is it because of the lost memory?The middle-aged professor frowned, that was the only logical guess. Finch felt his body trembling uncontrollably, the truth of the nightmare that had haunted him for a long time was less than thirty centimeters in front of him.He wanted to ask a question, but found that he didn't know how to address this man who could call out his name, let alone where to start asking.

Perhaps it was because Finch's hands were trembling too obviously, the man in the suit turned his head, "Harold, can you still hold on?" His green eyes were full of worry.

"I...it's okay..." Finch replied hesitantly, he was not surprised by the other person's unusually handsome appearance, but the scene that he was in a trance for a moment turned into reality.In that lingering nightmare, the man in front of him, even though his face could not be seen clearly in the dream, had looked at him with such concern countless times, giving him warmth and stability.

The man in the suit smiled and teased with humor, "Harold, I've reminded you to increase your physical exercise. But think about it, you need to walk Bear at least twice a day. It's impossible that you don't have enough exercise..."

Finch understood that the purpose of the man in the suit saying this was to relieve the tense atmosphere, but his attention was focused on the name that seemed to be a pet—Bear, and countless images flashed in his mind, all of which were the one that appeared in the hallucination Malinois.

"Oh, I don't know how Bear is doing now?" Finch secretly pleased that he finally found something to talk to, and asked calmly.

The man in the suit was a little taken aback, "Didn't you hand it over to Fusco? Don't worry, he doesn't dare to abuse Bear." He paused, "I hope Bear won't abuse him~" There was an unconcealable smile in his words.

Finch wanted to go further, when the chaotic and heavy footsteps and shouts of the pursuers could be heard faintly, the man in the suit quickly suppressed the smile on his face, "We need to speed up a bit, the tail behind can't be shaken~ His tone was still pretty relaxed, but Finch could sense the worry flickering in his eyes.So the two stopped talking and tried to speed up and walk through the corridor.

I don't know if Nathan who stays in the hall is safe... If the group of robbers are targeting themselves, then they shouldn't embarrass Nathan and the other guests who were innocently involved, right? Finch suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.In any case, he didn't want his only friend Nathan to suffer any harm because of himself.

However, Finch soon realized that he might have more trouble than Nathan who stayed in the lobby.At first, he thought that the stiffness and weakness of his right leg was the result of long-term sprinting and excessive nerve tension, and he could barely overcome it by clenching his teeth, but gradually he noticed that the cervical spine also began to become stiff, just like Nathan accompanied him to the hospital On that day, every slight twist would cause severe pain like being stabbed by an electric shock needle.

The damn cervical spondylosis is attacking at this time? Finch couldn't help cursing himself for some bad luck.But as his "illness" intensified, he gradually discovered that the situation was not that simple.The right leg feels numb, but not unconscious, just immobility.In addition, even without turning the head, there is still a faint pain in the cervical spine. Finch can even identify the source of the pain as an object similar to a nail in the cervical spine.

what happened?I haven't had any cervical spine surgery myself, I just did a few traction and other physiotherapy in the hospital before! Finch's breathing became more and more rapid, and the doubts in his heart quickly swelled, almost occupying his entire consciousness.

"Harold, how are you? Harold!" The man in the suit shouted eagerly, bringing Finch back to reality, "You're panting badly, is your cervical spine hurting again?"

How did you know... Finch moved his lips, but finally didn't ask.In fact, the two didn't have time to talk anymore, because Finch slowed down before, and the pursuers behind him had already caught up.The harsh gunshots echoed in the hallway, and Finch could feel the wind and heat of the bullets as they grazed the ends of his hair.

The man in the suit pulled Finch past him, shielded him behind him, turned around and fired several shots at the pursuers.His marksmanship is accurate, and a hasty counterattack can cause the opponent to scream several times.With Finch's eyesight, he could clearly see the wounded falling to the ground, and the blood-stained coats on their bodies before they fell.

This should be the first time he witnessed a gunfight on the spot, but why is he still so calm... This sentence, which should be a question sentence, slipped through Finch's mind, but it couldn't arouse any waves in his heart. The warmth of body temperature coming from the black suit in front of him.A warm sense of security.

Finch couldn't get that memory back, but he was sure the man in front of him had protected him like this countless times.

Who are you?Who am I?

The situation was urgent, and there was no time left for Finch to continue exploring.After all, there were so many people coming, the man in the suit had to cover Finch while fighting and retreating. Finch put aside the doubts in his mind, and ran forward almost at a speed beyond the limit of his body.But the "disabled" body is not as good as a healthy person after all, and he has always lacked exercise. Several times, the two of them were almost overtaken, so that the man in the suit had to fight each other hand-to-hand.

Finch couldn't remember how many times the man in the suit had knocked his opponent to the ground, but when he caught a glimpse of the blood on the man in the suit's cheek and the wound on his arm from the bullet, a thought came to him involuntarily. Consciousness: You are the one who made this man implicated, and if this continues, he may die because of you.

"Harold, why are you in a daze? We still have to go to the bottom floor!" The man in the suit eagerly pushed Finch into a metal door, which was a small room surrounded by metal walls, before he could straighten out his injuries. .

When the door moved and closed, Finch came to his senses and realized that the two of them had entered an elevator.

"There's only this one elevator that can go directly to the ground floor. We've got rid of them for now." The man in the suit tugged at the collar of his shirt, his chest heaving sharply.He took a few breaths before continuing, "Harold, you're not hurt?"

Finch stood behind him and didn't answer, the numbers jumping on the LCD screen made him startled.The building where the museum is located has no more than [-] floors. The lobby where the reception is located is on the second floor, and the elevator is going down non-stop. Where is he?Where are you going?

"Finch!" The man in the suit yelled close to his ears, and Finch was surprised that the man was grabbing his shoulder with one hand and groping around his torso with one hand. "Are you hurt?" The tone was panic like never before.

Finch took half a step back, freeing himself from the man in the suit, "I'm not hurt..." He took out a handkerchief and silently stepped forward to bind the wound on the man's arm, "I'm just not used to this kind of thing, So I couldn’t react right away.”

"Oh, Harold, we've been chased by Decima and that damned Samaritan for so long, I thought you'd be used to it~" The man in the suit laughed hoarsely, and he wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand nonchalantly, "It's just a small injury, it's okay."

Finch tightened his handkerchief carefully, but didn't answer.He didn't remember what the man in the suit said at all, but he knew that this was definitely not some kind of oolong incident of mistaken identity, and those nightmares were undeniable proof.

Silence spread in the elevator car, until the elevator door slowly opened with a "ding dong", and they finally arrived at their destination. Finch noticed that the number on the LCD screen was frozen at 48.The man in the suit moved to step out of the elevator, but Finch grabbed his sleeves tightly. "Harold?" The man in the suit had no choice but to press the open button of the elevator door, and looked back at Finch, his pretty brows were frowned, and his eyes were full of doubts.

"That's enough, it's enough for you to be here with me." Finch couldn't understand the words he was saying, as if they didn't need to go through his mind to blurt out, "You have done so much for me, I can't because of myself And sacrifice you."

A gentle smile bloomed on the face of the man in the suit, "Harold, as I said, I believe in you, not your machine, so no matter what you want to do, I will support you and go with you."

"Or you can go instead of me. Anyway, those people are chasing me, and I can attract most of the pursuers to relieve your pressure by acting separately from you." Finch felt that he was incoherent, or he was in a dream at the moment, otherwise Why can't he even control what he says?

The man in the suit smiled more and more gently, but his words were firm and irrefutable, "This is not acceptable, Harold, although you are my boss, I cannot obey this order. We each perform our duties, you hire me, and I protect you." You. Besides, without you at the critical moment, I can't handle those complicated things of yours." Before Finch could continue to express his objection, the man in the suit held his palm with his backhand, and the two walked out of the elevator quickly, "Don't waste time, Decima The people here will not be too late, we have to hurry up, there is still a distance from the computer room."

engine room?Our destination is the computer room? Finch fell into a trance again, he couldn't understand what the man in the suit said, but he was sure that he came here for a purpose, where he needed to do something very important.However, what is it?He is just a professor in the mathematics department, what can he do in the computer room?

Taking advantage of Finch's dazed opportunity, the man in the suit successfully dragged him to move on.The two walked through the seemingly endless corridor again, but this time the corridor was narrower and the lights were dimmer.

The man in the suit was obviously very familiar with the path, and he didn't hesitate at all intersections in the corridor.Turn left, then right, then left. Finch followed him closely, and by now he had nothing to think about. Although he didn't remember that crucial thing, he was sure he had to do it.As long as he followed this man, he firmly believed that it could be done, whether it was about that matter or finding his lost memory.

"Harold, we'll be there after two more turns, just hold on for a while." The man in the suit turned his head slightly, and Finch could see the corner of his mouth raised. Finch tried to smile back. If the pain in his cervical spine wasn't so bad, the believability of this smile would probably be much better.

"I hope the map given by your machine is correct," the man in the suit muttered, "You actually moved yourself here, your machine really knows where to choose..."

It was two bullets that interrupted the man in the suit to complain, as they were turning around a corner.The man in the suit reacted rather unpleasantly. He took half a step back and turned around, using his body as a shield to push Finch back behind the wall, "Damn, I forgot that there is a small elevator that can go directly here."

Finch's back was pressed against the cold wall, and the chill slowly penetrated from the surface of the skin, like tiny steel needles piercing into the central nervous system.However, he had no time to pay attention to the pain in his body. The body of the man in the suit was less than one centimeter away from him. He could clearly see the red mass on the left shoulder of the man in the suit spreading rapidly, and the pungent bloody smell hit the sky and overwhelmed him.

The man in the suit bit his lower lip, not caring about his injury, turned the gun in his left hand to his right, and used the corner of the wall as a barrier to launch a counterattack.

"It's a good thing they didn't get many people in the first batch, just four," the man in the suit shot several times in succession, "One is done, there are three left." Big cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead, but he could hold the gun. The hand is still steady.

The opponent was obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp, bullets rained down, and the man in the suit and Finch had to hide behind the wall, which was considered a short rest.

The man in the suit tried his best to move his left hand to touch his pocket, "There is the last clip left... It seems that we have to change our combat strategy, Harold." He straightened his body leaning against the wall, but staggered involuntarily, Finch beside him had sharp eyesight and quick hands held him up.

"You are seriously injured. Let me help you find a place to hide for a while, and help you bandage the wound first." Finch said worriedly, trying to avoid looking directly at the man in the suit's shoulder injury, the red color was too shocking.

"No!" The man in the suit decisively rejected his suggestion, "Their reinforcements will arrive soon, we must eliminate these three people and obtain their weapons before then, or reach the computer room before that, only these two Otherwise, everything will be over." He considered for a few seconds, "There is more than one way to the computer room, let's go back, and then look for a chance to kill those three people depending on the situation."

Blood began to snake down from his arm, dripping down his fingers to the ground, the man in the suit didn't refuse Finch's support, the two leaned on each other, and retreated hastily before their pursuers could react.

The other path was obviously much more complicated than the original one. Under the guidance of the man in the suit, they pushed open a few iron doors and passed through one room after another that seemed to be storage rooms. Finch tried not to pay attention to the strange items and boxes piled up in the room, he was in no mood to think about the magical encounter tonight, the injury of the person beside him was what he cared most at the moment.From time to time, he glanced at the face of the man in the suit. Due to excessive blood loss, even his lips began to turn pale.

This time the room the two broke into was much larger than the previous ones, and there were countless folders of different thicknesses on rows of metal bookshelves.This should be a reference room.

The man in the suit seemed to have exhausted the last of his strength in the escape just now, and he almost staggered to the ground as soon as he stepped into the room, dragging Finch who was supporting him, almost falling down with him.Finally, Finch still had some common sense, dragging him reluctantly to hide between the bookshelves, so that the pursuers would not be able to spot them at a glance when they opened the door.

"Harold. You go out through the door on the left side of the back, and the computer room is opposite. You go quickly, don't worry about me, I will try to delay time for you here." The man in the suit sat on the ground with his back against the bookshelf, and took out the last magazine Loaded into his Glock 18, and took out a miniature spare from the holster on his calf. "This Luger LCP, still has six rounds in it. Hope you can hook up to your machine before I run out of them."

Finch stared at the man in the suit, and with some courage, he quickly stepped forward and snatched the Luger from the man in the suit. "I won't leave. You said that we can get rid of those three people first, so that we can buy more time." After saying that, Finch himself was stunned. In his memory, he had never touched a gun, and even more Don't talk about shooting.

The man in the suit let out a deep laugh, "Harold, do you remember the shooting skills I taught you? It's not easy... When I first met you, you hated guns very much."

Finch stared blankly at the LCP in his hand, a sense of trance swept over him, "Finch, you closed your eyes before you pulled the trigger, that's not okay." It was the voice of the man in the suit, and the warm palm of his hand . "You have to control your breath, come on, take a few deep breaths, now get ready to aim, exhale, count to three and inhale, count to two on the exhale and pull the trigger." When did this happen?It turns out that I don't know anything about shooting.

There were soft footsteps in the corridor, and the man in the suit withdrew his smile, "Okay, Harold, since you insist on staying, I must remind you that there is no mercy at the moment of life and death." His tone slowed down, "I am not forcing you to kill, But the first priority is to take them out of combat, you understand?"

Finch gritted his teeth, "Understood!" The man in the suit didn't need to talk too much, Finch knew very well in his heart, not only for the thing he had to accomplish, he couldn't risk the man in the suit's life under the circumstances.

Point the gun at the door.The pursuers should have followed the bloodstained by the man in the suit all the way, and there were only three of them left. Finch was unusually calm, silently chanting the teachings of the man in the suit whether it was a hallucination or a memory.

This time, let me protect you.

The door was kicked open, and the first figure appeared, Finch pulled the trigger, blood sprayed on the chest of the visitor, and the scream hit his eardrum.

In the second silhouette, Finch continued to pull the trigger, this time hitting the shoulder and thigh, costing two bullets.

In the third silhouette, sweat dripped from Finch's forehead, his hands began to tremble, and the first shot missed.The firefight process takes place between lightning and flint, and the mistake of one party is the opportunity of the other party.However, the person who came aimed at Finch and before he could shoot, the sound of gunshots sounded from Finch's side, and blood spurted from the man's eyebrows.

Finch turned to look to the side. "Okay, let's buy another 10 minutes." The man in the suit panted heavily, and his right hand with the gun lowered down again.

Finch took a few deep breaths to calm his beating heart, turned around and returned the LCP to the man in the suit, and pulled off his tie to tie him around his shoulders. It would be good to slow down the bleeding.

The man in the suit stood up staggeringly, walked to the three pursuers, knocked the two who were still awake with the handle of a gun, and took all the guns and ammunition from them.

"Harold, you've done a great job." The man in the suit patted Finch on the shoulder reassuringly, "Now let's finish the last job."

Pushing open the back door, in front of the two of them was a corridor that was much wider than other places on the same floor.At the far end on the left side of the corridor is a metal airtight door. Finch's gut told him that was where they were headed.

The two stepped forward quickly, and then found that there was still a problem lying in front of them.There is a combination lock on the airtight door, which can only be opened with your fingerprint.

Finch's heart sank, he had nowhere to go, and there were soldiers chasing after him, what should he do?

The man in the suit didn't seem to be worried about it, "Harold, since this is the place chosen by your machine, I believe your fingerprint can definitely open this door."

Finch looked at the confident expression of the man in the suit, and held out his index finger suspiciously.With a soft bang, the red indicator light on the door jumped to green.

Finch's first reaction was to reach out and try to open the door, but the heavy metal door was obviously too heavy for him, a middle-aged man who lacked exercise, and the man in the suit quickly took over, "Harold, I've been thinking that you didn't hire In my case, what should you do?" There was a smile that could not be concealed in his tone. Finch glared at him subconsciously, and stepped into the room.

The seriously injured man in the suit pressed his body against the metal door, but he still couldn't keep up with Finch's footsteps.

There were chaotic noises from the other end of the corridor, and the pursuers finally arrived again. Finch stretched out his hand to the man in the suit, "Hurry up, this door should be able to withstand it for a while, it won't be that easy for them to come in."

"It's okay, Harold, I never thought I'd get out alive when I came here with you." The man in the suit said in an understatement, as if he wasn't talking about his own life, "Besides, I can win more for you by staying outside." time."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Finch was furious, and the mild-mannered man had never been so angry.He tried to grab the man in the suit's arm, but was pushed back by him.

The man in the suit pushed the airtight door, and the door slowly closed. Finch could see the man in the suit staring at him deeply all the time, his eyes were so calm, and his smile was unusually soft, "Thank you, Harold. I used to firmly believe that I would be alone in the end, but luckily I met you, thank you for giving I have a job that gives me a purpose. It's an honor to be with you until the end."

The door made of alloy closed the last gap, and finally completely covered the smiling face of the man in the suit.The dull metal impact hit Finch's nerves like a bell, until now, a flash of light flashed in his mind. Finch lunged for the door, knocking on it with all his might, "John!"

He finally remembered the man's name, the one he shouldn't have forgotten.

John Reese.

The author has something to say:

The BE pit I dug myself had to be filled even while crying.Several relatives and friends have read my entire outline more than a year ago (emphasis: the outline was completed during the fourth season), and it was interrupted in Chapter 7 before. I really can’t bear to reveal the whole illusion. If happiness can be suspended in At that point, there is no sadness and no parting (laziness can also be said in such a literary way)