Yokohama First Reconstruction Division

The leader of the Hong Kong gangsters and the armed detective agency once fell into a brief melee because of the co-phagia virus that the leaders of both sides had.

But when Dazai returned to health to forge a bilateral alliance and then sent a well-meaning Russian to prison, the life-and-death struggle that had been on the verge of death finally dissipated.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to relax afterwards, all the members of the Armed Detective Agency were sent on a luxury cruise by the president to travel at public expense.

But Hong Kong and Heilongjiang on the other side have no such luck. During the short vacation in Mori Ogai to recuperate, some aftermath work needs to be completed urgently.

They looked at the original magnificent building of their home, but now it has become a burnt black broken building.

Everyone was thinking, how to explain to the leader that when he returned home, he found that his home had been demolished?

All eyes turned to Kejiro Kajii.

Kajii, who no longer dared to play with lemons, froze, "Look at me? Although I blew up the house, at least I managed to prevent the invasion of the armed detective agency!"

Sister Hongye was wearing a red kimono, standing gracefully on top of the ruins, her face indifferent, "But tell me, how many people did you kill?"

Kajii said aggrievedly, "...Zero."

Hongye: "...eight hundred self-inflicted injuries and zero enemy injuries?"

"The Armed Detective Agency retreated completely and blew up my house... Do you know how much it costs to rebuild the building? You are actually an undercover agent sent by the Armed Detective Agency!?"

In order to avoid being severely beaten by his colleagues, Kajii struggled and shouted: "Look at the big hole on the steps over there! It was stepped on by the cadre of Chuya, at least he had a part in the demolition!"

Hongye looked at the pit, "Since we're talking about Zhongye, what about others?"

"...It seems to be still in that detective novel?"

Hongye felt deeply powerless, "You can figure it out for yourself. When the leader comes back, I won't help you out."

Kajii watched Hongye go away in despair, suddenly remembered something, and shouted excitedly at the back of Hongye: "Sister Hongye, the leader only came back on Monday, today is only Friday, we can fix it! Give me the contact of the magician Way, the rebuilder who can restore the original appearance of the building overnight!"

Hongye stopped in her tracks, "There is such a supernatural being, and the headquarters still has his email address, which is the only way we can contact him. But as far as I know, he hasn't taken orders for a while."

Looking at Kajii who exuded the joy of being saved from a desperate situation, Hongye kindly reminded: "He doesn't like to be disturbed suddenly, remember to make an appointment in advance, otherwise you may not be able to invite him."

Kajii responded indifferently, and excitedly rushed to the backup file room to find contact information.

On this evening, the Yokohama City University School of Medicine on the other side of the city.

"Shiraki, you're here." Professor Shansen looked at the proud student who entered his office with a look of love and reluctance.

Nasu Shiraki who walked in seemed to have just finished class, still holding notes and textbooks in his hands, his soft hair was scattered on his forehead, half covering his pair of black and beautiful Danfeng eyes.

This is a very beautiful child.

When we met for the first time, Professor Shanmori was shocked by this rare level of beauty and temperament, and was very moved by the fact that today's young people are so dedicated and have such good conditions. Instead of chasing fame and fortune in the entertainment industry, they are willing to actively Enter a career in medicine.

Japan Medical University has a six-year academic system. Among the students who have been tortured by the medical department with strong competition and high elimination rate, Nasu Shiraki will always be the most special student.

Not only because of his outstanding appearance, but also because of his amazing talent and age.

He is 17 years old this year. Compared with high school students of the same age, he is already in the second year of studying at Japan Medical University.

After skipping grades through high school, he managed to keep skipping grades even in such a demanding medical school.

It's just that students with amazing talents like this deserve a higher platform.

Professor Yamamori took a deep breath, "Shiraki, there is something I need to let you know. Because of the paper you published last month, the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Tokyo sent you an admission letter by name. They are willing to make an exception to accept you as a transfer student and provide full scholarship."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Mu had already guessed what he meant.

Sure enough, Professor Yamamori said: "Shiraki, for the past two years since you entered school, I have been cultivating you as my close disciple, but our Yokohama City University School of Medicine has limited resources, and the University of Tokyo School of Medicine, which is one of the best in Asia... There is no way to compare. No matter how many people step through the threshold there, they will not be able to enter. If you pass, you will definitely have the best development."

After finishing speaking, Shansen felt very distressed.He thought that when he personally interviewed and recruited Shiraki, he was just over 16 years old.

At that time, he was so excited that he couldn't express it. He thought that he was about to cultivate a rising star in the medical field. In the past two years, he and his wife, who is also a doctor, have been cultivating carefully, and from time to time he would show off this talented little girl to his old friends. apprentice.

Now that parting is imminent, he is really reluctant.But he also knows intellectually that he is no match for the internationally renowned doctors at Tokyo Medical University, and he can bring Shiraki a wider platform.

Professor Shanmori's eyes were a little red. He didn't want the juniors to see his reluctance, so he turned his chair indifferently, and pushed the documents of the University of Tokyo to the other side of the table, "These are their materials, you can read them Look, I have to prepare for the evening class later, so I won't chat."

There was a rustle of documents on the other side of the table, and Professor Yamamori knew that Shiraki had picked up the documents.

The sound of footsteps gradually moved away, and the next sound that should be heard would be the sound of closing the door.

Professor Shansen felt uncomfortable. After the door of the office was closed, the door of their teacher-student fate probably also closed together.

"Teacher, I will express my gratitude to Tokyo Medical University and decline their invitation."

Professor Shanmori thought he had an auditory hallucination, and after two seconds of silence, he suddenly turned around from the swivel chair.

Bai Mu spoke in a leisurely manner: "Grandpa is getting older, and I want to stay by my side to take care of him...so I won't leave Yokohama."

"To me, you are like my master. You are the leading cardiologist in Kanto, and your wife is a well-known chief physician of neurology in Yokohama."

Bai Mu stood at the door and bowed to him, "Under the full guidance of the two of you, I have gained a lot in the past two years. You two are my best teachers. I am deeply honored to be your student. So... let I left for my own good, please never mention it again."

He left the school peacefully, not too concerned about Professor Yamamori's reaction.Although he knew that Professor Shansen must be not at peace at this time.

After Friday is the most anticipated weekend for all students, but Nasu Shiraki never has a holiday.

At six o'clock on Saturday morning, Shiraki sat on the floor with a copy of "Spleen Surgery" in his arms, finally finished reading the last page, and collected the papers that were as thick as bricks.

He stood up, took out a scalpel from the knife box, and played with it skillfully under the dim light, "No. 10 knife is opened, no need to insert a suction tube, and the center of the spleen can be taken out within 2 seconds- Shoot the fragments, repair the blood vessel and nerve damage at the splenic hilum, and then suture the wound... This is a preliminary idea. Don't worry, I will find a few living people to practice, and it will be more secure in the actual operation."

This room is dark and dark, and the low temperature of minus 20 degrees makes the water vapor out of every breath turn into white mist in an instant.

Bai Mu didn't seem to be aware of the coldness around him at all, he was obviously at a young age, but his Danfeng eyes, which seemed charming at first glance, were so cold that there was a sense of sharpness beyond his age.

"And then give me another eight months... no, it will only take five to six months, and I will work out the surgical plan for how to remove the bullet in your left ventricle."

His expression is focused and persistent, and those eyes can melt all the darkness in the room.

"Considering that you have been in a coma for a long time and the nerves in your brain have been damaged to a certain extent, I will also make preparations for this...Professor Shansen and his wife are experts in this field. They value me very much, and it was not in vain. After choosing them, as long as I need them, the Shansen couple will bring me all the contacts and resources I need."

It was daylight outside, but the room was still dark and cold.

Nasu Shiraki stood up from the ground, staring at the man lying on the white operating bed.

The man closed his eyes quietly, the room was so quiet, but the sound of his breathing could not be heard.

There is still a bullet in his heart that has not been removed, and it will not beat vigorously in an environment of minus twenty degrees.

This should be a dead person.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't become an architect as you expected."

Nasu Shiraki looked at him calmly. Although he was apologizing, he was not sincere, "I also failed to be a good boy as promised with you."

The man will not answer him.

Nasu Shiraki lowered his head, looked at his little finger on his left hand with a black fingertip, and smiled, "... Who told you to die, no one cares about me."

His heart-moving energy does not lie in the hibiscus ice breaking when Dan Fengyan smiles, nor does it lie in the dusty and indifferent cold snow temperament around him.

But it lies in the deep night flowing in those eyes, which has a shocking darkness.

At this moment, he is not a model genius who walks in the sun, but a flower of a devil blooming in a desperate situation, strange and dangerous.

On the wall beside the man's bed was an old photo framed in a glass frame.

The man in the photo still has the same voice and appearance as before. He is tall, and there is always a little stubble on his chin that hasn’t been shaved off in time, but he doesn’t look sloppy, and adds a bit of chic to his handsome appearance. Reassuring and reliable demeanor.

Five children in front of him were clamoring for the front camera, but there was a boy a few years older standing a little further away.He has beautiful features, but his expression is indifferent, as if he is avoiding the focus of the camera.

That was the boy Nasu Shiraki four years ago. At that time, he still had long hair full of rebellion. Because of his precocious mind, his 13-year-old face already had an indifference beyond his age.

If you cover his indifferent and sharp eyes in the photo, and only look at the face and body lines that have not yet grown, he even looks a bit like a beautiful girl with black hair and long straight hair.

In the photo, there is a suitcase at his feet, a bag on his back, and he is about to go on a long journey in front of the train station.

He was forced to face the camera by the man holding his head down.He didn't even smile, and just looked at the five yelling children in front of the man, full of vague dislike.

No one knew that there were not only five orphans raised by Oda Sakunosuke.

He was the first child entrusted by Odasaku to be raised by the owner of the curry shop. He was the only first and the oldest one.

It was because Oda Saku was addicted to picking up the five cubs that came later.

That year he won a gold medal in a national physics competition, and a prestigious high school in Tokyo extended an olive branch to him with a full prize.He has always been self-reliant and precocious, so Oda Saku put him on the train and sent him to a high school with the best resources in Tokyo.

But everything that followed happened too quickly and too absurdly. When he heard the name mimic for the first time and returned to Yokohama, he had lost all the people related to him in a daze.

Nasu Shiraki stared at the photo, and slowly said: "...Odasaku, don't play with those five brats for too long, you will be back soon."

"I will definitely let you come back."

Before he left, he specially kept this small lamp in the ice room, as if in this silent darkness, to keep the last light for the people inside.

And that almost silent whisper finally dissipated in the cold air.

"Then, just like you hold that person from sliding into the abyss... Hold me."

The door closed, and he watched the last ray of light disappear into the gap between light and dark, and turned to leave.

There is no rest day for medical students. At 07:30 in the morning, Shiraki was already on his way to school with his books in his arms.

After leaving the subway, as he was passing through a seaside cemetery, his phone started vibrating.

Nasu Shiraki picked up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, a strange voice came, "Are you the Ability Reconstructor? Port Mafia greets you."