funeral

Seeing the mobile/mobile team rushing from far to near, the head of security couldn't do anything to the two people in front of him.He signaled Teramoto to put him in prison, and he ran forward to claim credit.

Seeing this, Ito immediately took off his coat, crumpled it up and put it behind Nagasawa's head.The man's condition was not very good, he didn't need to examine carefully to know.

"You can't sleep, you can't sleep, hold on for a while..." He was talking to Nagasawa while wiping the blood on the other's face with a work cap.

Since there is no hope of escape, at this moment Ito only hopes that the mobile/mobile team can quickly recognize Nagasawa, and then take him to a safe place.

But something unexpected happened to everyone.

"Not this person."

The leader of the mobile team listened to the description of the people present, squatted down and looked at Nagasawa carefully, and then came to this conclusion.

"How could it be?! Take a closer look, it's the 'Nagasawa Siping' on TV, that's right!"

The head of security felt incredible. As a member of the former search/investigation team, he had received special training, so he would never make such a low-level mistake anyway.

"I know what you mean," the team leader nodded, "and the one in front of us is indeed Nagasawa Shihei, but he is not the person we are looking for right now."

"what?"

"Let me tell you this...the higher-ups gave the latest instructions in the early morning. The suspect/culprit in this case is someone else. Because the time is too short, the following may not have time to convey it..." The team leader glanced at Nagasawa and Ito , "But what happened to his injuries?"

"Uh, that...he has been resisting fiercely during the subduing process, so this should belong to the front/defense/defense, after all, we didn't get the latest information at that time!"

The man reacted quickly, and he dismissed his responsibility in a few words. Ito was annoyed but didn't have the heart to argue with him. The leader saw that Nagasawa was seriously injured, so he called several people to take them to the hospital.

"It's really tough..." The young team member who helped escort looked at Nagasawa's face that looked like a paint plate, and couldn't help muttering softly.

"That person was a well-known violent/violent person in the police/team before, but he was fired because of drunken/drunk fighting/assault." The slightly older person in the driver's seat explained this way.

"Ah, it turns out that's the case. No wonder he and the captain were talking in plain language just now... I can only say that you guys are so unlucky to meet such a violent/violent person who has received special/kind of training!"

Ito held Nagasawa's hand tightly, and he didn't listen to a word of the mobile team.Nagasawa lost consciousness after getting in the car, and his limbs began to become colder and colder, so Ito had to remind himself all the time that he should not collapse or feel helpless.

That person is so dependent on him, so he must not fall down at this moment.

Ito caressed Nagasawa's lifeless face and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

You bastard, always doing this kind of scary thing.After recovering, you must teach him a lesson, so that he knows how painful he is now.

The man thought while laughing like this, and then tears fell.He told himself to stop quickly, but this kind of physical/physiological behavior that was out of the control of the brain couldn't be stopped no matter what.

Half an hour later, the car finally stopped at the entrance of the hospital. The medical staff who came to meet him carefully lifted Nagasawa onto the ambulance, and then pushed him towards the emergency room.

Ito was about to keep up, but his feet suddenly softened.

"Mr. Ito, are you alright?"

A pair of powerful arms supported the body that was about to slide, and Ito couldn't lift his head, only feeling that the voice was very familiar.

"Mr. Aoba just called to ask us to gather at the nearest hospital to the pier, and said that my brother was seriously injured." Another familiar voice came from my ear.

"Damn it, who did it... I haven't been able to get in touch with my eldest brother during this period of time, which made us worry to death!"

The tone of the person who came was also quite anxious. It should be those Nagasawa's confidantes who have been transferred to other places, right?

With their weak legs, Ito walked to the door of the emergency room with their support.

The notice light on the door continued to light up. As a doctor, Ito knew that the people inside were doing their best to carry out the rescue, so he should trust them.But as a family member, this door completely isolated him from his lover, unable to sense the other's breathing, nor to see the other's face, which made Ito fear for no reason.

It turns out that this is how I feel when the scenes that are commonplace on weekdays really happen to me.

Ito covered his eyes with his backhand, deeply feeling that his mental state had reached its limit.

You must come out properly, otherwise I will never forgive you in this life...

"This station has just received the news that shocked the organ/official trafficking/selling case at home and abroad. Three of the people involved in the case/case behind the scenes have surrendered themselves this afternoon, and the rest of the suspects/criminals are still at large..."

Nakajima turned off the TV, got up and went to the kitchen to get a hot bento.

After many reversals of this case, this time it was finally settled, and he was finally able to give Mela justice.

The miscellaneous garbage in the living room was piled up wantonly. Nakajima pushed aside some sundries on the low table and smashed the bento box in the middle.

"Snapped!"

The house was plunged into darkness at this moment.

"Hey, is there a power outage?" Nakajima underestimated softly, groped his way to the door, and found that there were so many rooms where he was the only one that was dark.

Could it be a tripping... He went to the main gate downstairs and glanced around, it seemed that it was really the case.

Nakajima re-opened the electric switch of his house, and then wobbled back, but he was startled by the scene inside as soon as he opened the door, to be precise, it was the people standing inside the house.

"I've only been away for a few months, how come your place has turned into a dump again, Nakajima-san?"

In the living room stood a woman exactly like Mela, talking to him.Nakajima's thinking froze for a while, and then subconsciously looked at the ground.

There are shadows...the living beings...

"How...why..." Nakajima was shocked and couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Didn't I say that I would leave for a while?"

The woman smiled and spread her hands towards him, and Nakajima's eyes were touched again. Both of her hands are in good condition - the right arm with the tattoo is still there.

……why?

"A lot has happened during the time I've been away, and Nakajima-san has done a lot for me, so I want to thank you very much!"

"I don't know."

Yes, I have no idea what the person in front of me is saying.

"Hey, where should I start?" Mela pouted, seeming troubled, "Then I'll focus!" She smiled, the drooping corners of her eyes were as cute as usual, "Mr. The lost den is my long-term competitor, because they are too rampant and always grab other people's business, so I hate them!"

"What..." Nakajima couldn't believe it.

"They always catch some people who don't know if they are sick or not to make raw materials, and they sell them very cheaply. This kind of behavior of driving out good money with bad money is not conducive to the development of this industry... Doing business is still a rule. The most important thing."

"So...was that planned early on?" Although it was ridiculous to the point of heinousness, Nakajima still forced himself to accept the message conveyed by the other party, his eyes were blank and empty, "Since we met, you Are you going to use me?"

"No." Mela smiled and shook her head, "meeting you was just an accident, but this may be the arrangement of fate... However, I didn't expect you to be so persistent with me, nor did I expect you to make such a big fuss ,——it makes it impossible for everyone to do business here now.”

Listening to the other party's words, Nakajima's heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. This person is definitely not the Mela he knew... But, what is the real Mela like, and where did he get the confidence to do this kind of thing? Determined?

"Since they are the opponents you hate so much, why don't you kill them yourself, using the police/police or me, no matter how you look at it, it's a very roundabout way, right?"

And as she said, it will also affect her own business.

"Hmm...why exactly?"

The woman lightly tapped her lower lip with her finger. Now she is no longer the plain face in Nakajima's house. Her flirtatious facial features are really suitable for heavy makeup.

Nakajima looked at her lips. It was the lip-biting makeup that Ritsuko said. The so-called "pitiful sex/sensuality" was the first impression this woman left for him.

"Because, that man is my brother after all, how could I kill him with my own hands?" Mela put her hand from her mouth and began to twist her hair nervously, "Sorry, I only told you the truth from the beginning to the end , that is 'the leader of that gang is indeed my brother', but I was the one who pulled him into this industry... Haven't you ever thought that people who deal with demons are also demons in essence?" The woman laughed Look harmless.

"Then your arm..." Nakajima shifted his gaze away from her lips and landed on his right arm.

"It was from me when I was a child. We have the same tattoo on our bodies, and...she likes me very much, so she willingly contributed it." Mela paused, "Mr. Nakajima must have the same feelings for me as she does." right?"

"Before today," Nakajima laughed self-deprecatingly, "I was so stupid to have such fantasies about you."

As he spoke, he put his mobile phone behind his back and quickly pressed the alarm/police number, but when he reached the last number, the things in his hand were abruptly taken away.Not only that, the few people who appeared in the small living room immediately controlled his movements.

Mela walked up to him and lifted Nakajima's jaw, then kissed his lips slightly intoxicated.Nakajima was astonished, but he couldn't resist, so he had to accept the woman's extremely skillful deep kiss.

Although he has dated girlfriends and kissed a few times, but compared to this, his previous experience seems to be unqualified in front of it.

While Nakajima was still reeling from the dizziness caused by the kiss, Mela let him go.

"You are the second person who is willing to fight for me, so I will never let you escape like this..." She winked at her subordinate, who immediately injected an anesthetic into Nakajima's neck, " We can’t stay in Japan anymore, why don’t we go to other countries?”

Under the dual effects of the anesthetic and the deep kiss, Nakajima's thoughts became messed up. Before he had time to think about what he would do in response, his consciousness was occupied by darkness.

But he knew it was a mistake from the start.

The author has something to say:

I feel like I have a "love of ghosts and animals". When I wrote the main line CP, I couldn't squeeze out anything for a long time, but this sub-line ghost and animal CP can talk endlessly, which is too scary. . .But I have to say that the love of ghosts and animals is quite delicious!

Ok, I will change it tomorrow!

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After the modification, the description is still emphasized in the ghost animal CP, emmmmmmmmm, poor Nakajima-kun