funeral

"Come on! Come on! Master Ah Cheng has been shot!"

Ito and his car drove into the Kirishima mansion desperately, and before it stopped, Yoshida jumped down and hugged Kirishima into the room.

Ito followed closely in a daze, his face pale.

——When did you get shot?He remembered that he and Yoshida Mingming protected that person the whole time, how could they...

"Sir, do we have to remove the bullet first?"

Many people surrounded the living room, all preparing the equipment and venues needed for first aid as quickly as possible.Yoshida laid Kirishima flat on the coffee table with an eager expression on his face.

"Yes, take the bullet, take the bullet..." Ito repeated mechanically, then randomly grabbed the rubber gloves handed over by others, and tore it several times before breaking the plastic wrap.

——By the way, in front of the car door, Kirishima seemed to push him hard suddenly... Could it be at that time?

"Hey, what are you in a daze for?"

Seeing that Ito was holding the knife and refused to make a move, the family doctor who was assisting from the side couldn't see it, so he raised his hand and pushed him away.

——Did he take the bullet for himself? ...why do you do that?

As Kirishima himself said, if he hadn't been careful back then, it might have fallen into his hands.

Under such a delicate relationship, that person can still risk his life for him. It should be difficult to find a second explanation besides "idiot", right?

Ito knows that he has never dealt with the relationship with others, so the only ones who have been around for many years are Nagasawa and Fukuda.Since when did he allow that stinky brat to break into his world?

Regardless of these for the time being, since the other party is willing to pay so much for him, then in his heart, that person is equally important, right?

Without him, I really don't know how I would have survived that time in the United States.Without him, maybe I and Nagasawa would never get to that step.Without him...

"Mr. Ito, cheer up!" Nagasawa's subordinates supported Ito and shook his shoulder vigorously, "Don't be distracted at this time! Only you can save him among the people present!"

"To save him," Ito looked up at the man in front of him in a daze, "to save him... yes, I must save him!"

After saying this, he frantically pushed everyone away to the coffee table, but was stopped by a tall middle-aged man.

"Don't worry about it," the man was as thick as a wall, as if to completely separate Ito from the other side, "Sasaki, you can do it yourself!" He turned his head and said to his back.

"Please let me come," Ito said hurriedly, "I am a professional surgeon!"

"So what? How is it different from ordinary trash when you get into a mess at a critical moment?"

The man didn't look like he was joking.

Ito explained anxiously and patiently: "The structure of the place where he was shot/shot is very complicated. If it is not handled properly, I am afraid it will..."

"Enough!" The man severely interrupted Ito, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn people, he said word by word, "I don't need you to teach him."

The words made Ito's head buzz. He looked up at the man and found that the face of the man was somewhat similar to that of Kirishima, but the aura he displayed was completely different. The last one made him feel this kind of oppression. Sensitive person is Nagasawa.

However, compared with Nagasawa, the man's aura is obviously thicker. This sense of heaviness may be due to the age gap, or the difference in experience.But what else can make people feel this suffocating feeling better than being used to fighting and killing?

Without waiting for Ito to think about it, the man said again, "Listen to me, I don't care who you are or what kind of relationship you have with Ah Cheng, in short, from today onwards, I will not allow you to take a step closer to him, otherwise, No matter how big the backers are behind you, I will crush them one by one, including you, of course."

When Nagasawa arrived at the Kirishima Mansion, he saw Ito sitting in front of the door from a distance, most of his body was stained red with Sharen's blood, and Nagasawa was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"What happened? Is there any injury? Let me see!"

Nagasawa carefully grabbed Ito up and down to check, and after confirming that the other party only suffered a little skin trauma, he hugged him tightly in his arms regardless of the value of the suit on his body or how tight it was.

The familiar scene reminded Nagasawa of many years ago.That day, they met, but this time, fortunately, it was not a farewell.

For this hug, Ito did not refuse, he gently circled Nagasawa's neck, and laughed at himself, "...I seem to have caused a big disaster...

"You said it was dangerous, but I didn't listen to it. Now that others are involved, what should I do...

"The bastard said that going to the hospital would bring me trouble, so he insisted on going home...

"The operation to remove the bullet is actually not difficult. I have done it for you a few times before, right...but why this time... why this time..."

In the end, Ito's tone turned to whimpering, and Nagasawa felt very distressed. Since they met, Ito had never lost his composure outside.This is how frightened and wronged he has been to have such a performance.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Nagasawa pressed Ito's forehead and kept kissing and comforting, his words were full of annoyance, "I promise you that I will never leave you again... the disaster you caused Let's figure it out together, shall we?"

Ito looked up at Nagasawa steadfastly, and the emotions that were about to collapse before could finally calm down now.He knew that he had always depended on this person, but he didn't expect this dependence to go so deep into his bones.It seems that the sky is falling, and Nagasawa can help him carry it, even if it is the end of the world, we can also face it together.So no matter what the other party did wrong, he can forgive unconditionally.

So what about the Gone game for this time period?

Ito thought for a while, but in the end he couldn't get angry, and punched the opponent hard in the stomach.

"Are you sure the information is reliable?"

"Please, how could we make fun of our own jobs!"

Nakajima was in the back seat of the patrol car, looking at both sides of the street from time to time.

In the early hours of the morning, he received a call from a colleague from the Ministry of Communications, saying that there was trace of the previous car.Nakajima lied that it had something to do with the case he was investigating, under the pretext of following them on duty.

"But you work too hard, you come out to run cases in the early morning... If you go on like this, you will not find your wife!" Tsuchiya inspector in the passenger seat chanted while drinking coffee.

Nakajima had no intention of responding to his joke, so he could only smile wryly.Ever since he got in the car, he had always felt inexplicably uneasy. He reminded himself to calm down, but his legs were still trembling uncontrollably.

The more he thought about Mela, the more he felt something was wrong. In addition, he hadn't heard from her for several days, so Nakajima had to plan for the worst.

Mela, you must be fine...

"Here we are." Inspector Akimoto stopped the car. "According to the information from the informant and the monitoring/surveillance, the car will pass by here later. We will set up an investigation at the intersection, and just wait for it to come."

Nakajima nodded, and then took the warning stick from Tsuchiya, "Please help me first, I'm going to the toilet..."

"That guy really tried his best to be lazy..." Facing his partner's back, Akimoto shook his head secretly. He looked around and found that Nakajima, who always answered his words, had been silent.

"Anything on your mind?"

"what?"

"Ever since you asked me to check the license plate number last time, you've been in a bad mood... What happened?"

Nakajima didn't answer, and cast his gaze further away, "Hey, Akimoto, did you bring a gun today?"

"what?"

"This car may belong to a relatively tricky theft/thief gang. I was afraid that I would startle the snake, so I didn't ask for support..."

You can make up such a lie, Hiroyuki Nakajima, you are really good at it!

"I don't have a gun, but I have this." Akimoto raised his baton to signal, "As long as the opponent doesn't have a particularly powerful lethal weapon, you should wait for a while before getting support."

His swordsmanship has always been well-known in the police/team. If it weren't for his professional relationship, many people would be willing to call him "Goemon".

"Well, then you can protect yourself later."

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

Two beams of high-beam lights 50 meters away interrupted their conversation. Akimoto glared at Nakajima, motioned for him to respond here, and then stepped forward to gesture.

But an unexpected scene happened. Instead of stopping on Qiuben, the car accelerated and passed the checkpoint.Akimoto was dragged to the ground by this powerful force, unable to get up for a long time.

Everything happened so suddenly, Nakajima was stunned for a moment and hurried to help him up, "Hey, Akimoto! Akimoto! Can you hear me?!"

"Uh...I'm fine..." Akimoto grabbed Nakajima's arm and tried to get up, his voice was the same as usual, "It just hurts everywhere, maybe it's a soft tissue contusion...that bastard!"

"It's fine," Nakajima said with deep eyes, "Tsuchiya should come over later, let him take you to the hospital for an examination."

"Then you...hey, what are you doing, bastard?!"

Nakajima placed the person on the side of the road, and then ran to the patrol car by himself.

He is now 100% sure that there is something wrong with the car, otherwise the driver would not risk assaulting the police to evade inspection.

He fastened his seat belt, and regardless of Qiuben's yelling from behind, he stepped on the accelerator and let the car go straight out.

According to the time calculation, the distance between the two cars should not be too far apart. If this opportunity is missed, the possibility of seeing this car again in the future will be very small. Fortunately, there is no fork in the road.

Nakajima gripped the steering wheel tightly and applied the accelerator to the maximum.Finally, after about a kilometer, I found the trace of the car.

It shouldn’t be feasible to ask him to pull over as a warning... Nakajima made up his mind, increased the accelerator again to overtake the opponent, and then pulled up the handbrake while slamming the direction, so that the police car lay straight ahead.

Although the driver instinctively slowed down the speed of the vehicle in the face of this sudden change, the collision of the two vehicles still could not be avoided.The moment he touched the airbag, Nakajima desperately reminded himself to stay awake.

"Mr. Nakajima, would you like to eat spicy rice cakes today?"

"Mr. Nakajima, the quilt is not stacked like this!"

"Mr. Nakajima, you've got the garbage collection time wrong again!"

"Mr. Nakajima."

"Mr. Nakajima."

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"Mr. Nakajima, please help me!"

Nakajima woke up with a burst of dizziness. He felt that his left eye was a little blurry. When he wiped it with his hand, he found that it was wet and full of blood.

The public/household patrol car has long been deformed, but fortunately, the twisted part cannot completely trap him.

Nakajima kicked the car door hard, then climbed out of the driver's seat with difficulty.

On the other side, the situation of the van was not much better. The whole vehicle rolled over on the ground, and the driver was thrown out of the seat, looking like he was in a severe coma.

Seeing this, Nakajima couldn't help but sighed, and then dragged his body that might lose consciousness at any time to save people.

"You must not die... I have a lot to ask you..." Nakajima struggled to lift him up, but stopped in front of the van after walking a few steps.

Under the violent impact, the car door showed signs of loosening, and the smell from inside was a bit strange, like alcohol mixed with formalin, but there were some other things added.

Nakajima put down the man and climbed up to open the car door.The moment he pressed the flashlight to shine in, it seemed that the whole world was quiet.

"Hey, your tattoo design is so special. 』

"This is my own design, the only one in the world, isn't it amazing?" 』

"Well, it's great!I really want you to help me design one...』

『Hahaha, Mr. Nakajima, what nonsense are you talking about? The police are not allowed to have tattoos! 』

In the dark compartment, neatly cut limbs were piled up one after another, some were pale, some were stained with blood, and among them, one had a pattern familiar to Nakajima.

The author has something to say:

It's late, shall we talk about it tomorrow?

After I published it, I read it again, and I always feel that the rhythm is still not good enough, and I have to change it again.