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"one person?"

Jinguji walked over to say hello.

Zhou Fangzun inspected his clothes with a bit of distaste, and grunted reluctantly, as acquiescing.

The two of them stood by the streetlight for a while, Zhou Fangzun began to touch his trouser pockets, he found nothing after groping for a long time, and his expression didn't change, but Jingongjiquan felt the unhappiness on him strangely.

Jingujiquan casually took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw them to him: "Can I smoke this kind?"

Zhou Fangzun always seemed to be half asleep and half awake, but he was very responsive. As soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed the pack of cigarettes in his hand, glanced at the package, and then said "huh" involuntarily.

He nimbly shook out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, and he handed it to Jinguji again.

Jingujiquan shook his head: "I can't smoke anymore."

Zhou Fangzun raised his drooping eyelids, a sharp light flashed from his bright golden pupils, and then sank down lazily.

"Very serious?"

It may be a wonderful connection among smokers. Zhou Fangzun can tell at a glance that Jingujiquan is definitely not the type who will quit smoking voluntarily. Those who say that smoking is harmful to health are just jokes, at least For those whose physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, it is impossible to constitute a reason to quit smoking.

Unless...Zhou Fangzun thought about it, and remembered that Jingongjiquan fainted that day, and when Fei Shiyuan came, there were a lot of weird instruments in the car whose purpose he couldn't figure out.

So he casually asked such a sentence.

Jingongjiquan didn't care about his cold-sounding question, and looked indifferent: "Ah, maybe you can say something earlier, welcome to my funeral? Hahahahaha."

This extremely unlucky sentence amused himself, and he smirked for a while leaning against the street lamp.

Zhou Fangzun exhaled a puff of smoke, and after a brief silence, he brushed off the soot that had accumulated for a long time: "...Is there anything I can do?"

He asked casually, but the meaning in it could not be easily ignored. This is equivalent to a promise made by the Red King, a promise that is not even subject to conditions.

The person who was promised such a promise didn't care at all, waved his hand, thought for a while, and then nodded: "Bring me a drink, I just ran into a crazy boss who robbed me."

Zhou Fangzun knew who he was talking about as soon as he heard it, and laughed hoarsely while holding a cigarette, his eyes showed no sympathy and pity for the dying person, looking at Jingongjiquan was like looking at another person who was very similar to himself. There was a hot smile in the eyes of the similar existence: "Okay."

He never asked what Jinguji was carrying, and they didn't even talk much.

But it seems like old friends at first sight.

If he had known that he would die, he would have walked forward calmly like this, smoked a cigarette with his friends, drank a glass of wine, and then left alone.

"Really don't smoke?"

It was rare for Zhou Fangzun to say a word, but it still sounded like nonsense.

Jingongjiquan stared at this man who looked like a lion for two seconds. He didn't know what he saw. He nodded in agreement, easily overturned his decision just now, and took out his half-smoked cigarette from Zhou Fangzun's hand. , took a deep breath, coughed and laughed in the smoke: "Yes, hahahaha... follow your heart, enjoy yourself in time... cough cough cough cough..."

Zhou Fangzun didn't mind his cigarette being robbed, so he took out a new one, snapped his fingers and lit the cigarette, a flash of fire flashed, and a faint smoke rose up, covering the so faint curve of his mouth.

"Did you buy Anna's birthday present?"

This time it was Jingu Jiquan who spoke first.

It is very important to him to let Chi Wang, who seems to be able to sit on the sofa all day without going out, go out alone, but for some reason, Jingujiquan always feels that it is important to him. It's definitely not something like fighting and grabbing territory-although his temperament looks a little too much like a hooligan leader.

Ah... Speaking of which, did Reisi Munakata call Zhou Fangzun a barbarian?

His thoughts were a little wandering, but the man next to him stretched out his hand and snorted vigorously at his shaggy red hair, and replied vaguely: "Ah... I'm waiting for ten bunches, he's going to take pictures."

Ten bundles of tatara?

Jingujiquan thought of the gentle and happy young man he met in the bar, and couldn't help but also laughed: "If he was there, I should be able to pick a good gift... Then I'll go first, Sora It's not a good idea to go to a birthday party."

"……Well."

Zhou Fangzun didn't move, hummed a syllable in a low voice, watching the black-haired young man with his back turned away from him, the cigarette butt in his hand was only a short stub, and the smoke was so faint that it almost disappeared.

The tall and slender figure walked slowly from the light into the dark night, as if being swallowed by the darkness, but also seemed to be embraced by it tenderly and affectionately.

The cigarette in my hand went out.

Zhou Fangzun lowered his eyes, slowly rubbed the cigarette butt into his hands, and muttered to the figure in a daze: "... goodbye."

Jingong Siquan didn't know where he had gone. To be honest, he was not familiar with this place at all. He had not been here for a long time, and he spent most of his time in Yuzhu Pagoda and Qingyun Pavilion. It was the first time he came out to wander around at night. once.

He stopped and looked around.

The place is sparsely populated, it should be a commercial building, the white-collar workers are off work, and the shops on both sides are also closed. A building with a unique shape stands in front of it, and only a few windows are lit.

The communicator suddenly started beeping, and Jingu Jiquan took it out to see that the words "Kusanagi Izumo" were clearly displayed on the screen.

Well……

Jingongjiquan thought for a while about the large group of fusangshen in the bar, he was a little hesitant, and always felt... why he didn't dare to answer the phone.

Ignoring the slight sense of guilt in his heart, he still pressed the call button.

"Hello, this is Jinguji Temple."

"……general."

The voice from the opposite side was almost audible gnashing of teeth.

Jingongji Quan gave a shy smile, and laughed a few times in embarrassment: "Hahahaha...Yaoken, are you having fun? What are you talking about? Oh, why can't I hear...Hello? Hey, hey? Yaoken? What the hell is this? Signal... I'll call you later, let's do this first."

After pretending to perform a set of scenes, he quickly hung up and let out a sigh of relief.

Oops, I was so scared to death. I always feel that the medicine research is small but scary.

Two minutes after the call was hung up, the same number started flashing on the screen again.

"Hiss..." Jingongjiquan gasped, are you so persistent, what should I do?

After thinking for a long time, I still can't figure out how to deal with the drug research, the bell is still ringing persistently, with the momentum of ringing forever if you don't answer me.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry..."

Jinguji connected again resignedly: "Yakuken, I was wrong, I shouldn't have left you behind, I'll go back now—"

"Puchi." Suddenly there was an unbearable low laugh from the opposite side.

Silence, suffocating silence.

"... Kusanagi?" Jingujiquan's face was stiff, trying to regain the last bit of dignity.

"Well, it's me, Jinguji-kun."

The soft Kyoto accent came out of the man's mouth, with a bit of joy that seemed to be singing, soft and pleasant to the ear.

"Yakuken-kun borrowed my communicator to call you just now. It seems that your signal is not good?" Kusanagi Izumo's voice was clearly smiling again, and he clamped the communicator between his ears and shoulders, He freed up both hands to mix another glass of wine for the blushing Jiro who was drinking at the bar.

"...They are fine, don't worry. But it's already late, when will you come back? Although Chizu often patrols the streets, it may still be a little unsafe at night."

Jingujiquan looked around the quiet and excessive environment: "Well... I'll be back soon, but I'm a little confused where this is..."

Kusanagi changed the direction of the communicator: "Are you lost? Are there any buildings nearby?"

Jingujiquan gave a long hum, walked a few steps to look at the name of the building in front of him, and read it word by word: "...Hirazaka Building."

Kusanagi thought for a while: "Where...it's actually not very far away, it just takes a few detours. Speaking of which, Tosuka Kazun said that he was going there, so it should be near there, right? Have you seen them?"

Jingongjiquan chose a random direction and walked over: "I saw Zhou Fang, and we separated again."

Kusanagi Izumo pondered for a moment: "Then I'll let him find you, you wait there for a while."

"Eh?! No need, I already—" Jinguji wanted to refuse subconsciously, but Kusanagi had already concluded briskly, "That guy who always doesn't move, let him walk more, that's it, I will give He called."

With that said, the bar owner hung up the communication neatly.

Jinguji still maintained the posture of making a phone call, fixed his eyes on one direction, and finished the rest: "—I have seen ten bunches."

The flaxen-haired young man in a long windbreaker came from the corner of the street with a camera in his hand, and walked into the building in front of him with ease and joy.

It might be because Jingujiquan was standing in the dark across the street, and he didn't see him.

"Oh, I can't tell that Kusanagi's character is so vigorous..."

Jingujiquan grunted a few words, stuffed the communicator into his pocket, and walked across the street.

This is the only road sign, so you have to pay close attention.

Shishu Duodara does not seem to be a general-purpose staircase. This section of stairs is narrow and cramped. It looks like a public staircase that was not demolished when the building was built, so you don’t need to swipe your card, you can go up directly. The problem is that the facilities are too old and the distance There is only one light on the first floor, the light is orange and dim, and the people who illuminate it can't even distinguish the shadow of the stairs from themselves. The lights on several floors are still broken, and only a little outline can be seen vaguely. Siquan tripped and fell.

To be able to find such a hidden passage, I really have to admire Shi Shun.

Another stagger, Jingongjiquan didn't stand firm in time this time, his knee hit the stairs heavily, subconsciously stretched out his hand to support his body, the sharp edge of the stairs immediately scraped a piece of blood on his palm.

The knock was really loud, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and sat down casually leaning against the first step of the stairs.

The corridor was very quiet, he could hear his own heartbeat beating against his chest at a rapid rate, trying to pump the blood to the whole body, the golden stars flashing in front of his eyes made him almost lose sight of what was in front of him.

No... just now, it seemed that he could not see anything for a short time, otherwise he wouldn't have bumped into it like this.

Jingujiquan opened his eyes and gave a wry smile in a daze.

It really came suddenly.

But it's okay, after all, I've already been mentally prepared.

He sat there for a while, and his eyes recovered a little. He continued to stand up and walk up, and he had almost reached the top of the building. The door leading to the roof was open, and a strange voice could be vaguely heard singing.

The singing was hazy, intermittent in the wind, without lyrics, just a simple hum, but whoever came could hear the joy and joy that was about to overflow from the out-of-tune singing.

It seems that the long-awaited dream is about to be realized, and even the short wait has become a sweet fruit.

Panting, Jingujiquan walked up the last step of the stairs, frowning, feeling really bewildered, why are there so many people coming to this crappy place?What attraction is it?

Then he heard ten doubtful voices: "...Are you also here to see the night view..."

He couldn't hear the words behind him clearly, his voice was overwhelmed by crazy laughter, Jingongjiquan was stunned, a sense of tension suddenly surged up, he almost held his breath and stretched out his hand to push the door.

In the next second, deafening gunshots resounded through the silent night sky.