Has Mr. Zhongya changed back today?

Shimizu Hirokazu's life in the past 16 years, no matter who looks at it, will consider it a "successful" life.

He was born in a wealthy family and didn't have to worry about money.His father is a local councilor with a high social status, and his mother is a traditional good wife and loving mother.

Hirokazu Shimizu has a handsome appearance and excellent grades. He has been a "good student" in the eyes of teachers and students until high school.Many girls in the school would secretly look at him with secretive eyes.

If he graduated from university smoothly like this, he might use his good education and his father's contacts to engage in politics and lead those ignorant citizens.

But he has always felt a sense of "separation", a separation from family, school, and society.

Strict father, submissive mother; a teacher who is flattering him, a junior student, and a classmate who can't even scratch his head with this level of test questions, what qualifications do they have to enter society?

Bored, bored, bored.

Everything around him made him sick and suffocated.

The first time he asked his father to suspend his studies, he was slapped severely by the man.The mother's disappointed eyes and the whimpering sound of kneeling on the ground hugging him were as annoying as the buzzing of flies.

He went back to school.

In order to fulfill the mother's wish.She was afraid of being abandoned by that man, and giving birth to an excellent child was her only bargaining chip.

Shimizu Yuka put on his sleek mask again and blended in with his classmates.

Quite by chance, he came into contact with mystery novels on the recommendation of a classmate who was a fan of novels.

At first, he just wanted to have a common topic with the classmate he had to deal with. The other party was the son of the president of a certain chamber of commerce. Associating with him was beneficial to his father's career and future development.

But he quickly sank in.

The logical reasoning, the modus operandi, the contest between the author and the reader, and the thought of finding the murderer, but at the end ushered in a huge surprise of reversal.

Either way is fascinating.

It seems that he is playing an intricate chess game, and his equal opponent is the author of the novel.

But he soon felt disappointed again. He read all the mystery novels available in bookstores. Except for a few high-quality ones, most of them were shoddy, with old-fashioned plots and full of loopholes.

Shimizu Yuka occasionally exchanged his impressions with his colleagues on the Internet. On a reasoning forum, he met a fan of mystery novels with the ID "White Collar".

The other party claimed to be a ten-year-old reader who had read most of the reasoning works on the market throughout the ages. After asking his request, the white-collar worker recommended several novels and movies to him.

He bought it without expectations, and it turned out that they were all high-quality goods.

In this way, he and the office workers gradually became acquainted with each other on the Internet.

After a long time, he appealed his troubles to the other party.

After the white-collar listened quietly, the dialogue box was silent for a long time before sending a paragraph.

【Have you ever thought about it, Shimizu-kun, people have different talents. 】

[Just like scientists across eras in history, they are always misunderstood as "lunatics" by ignorant people.People can't understand things beyond their own common sense, and you happen to be the type with extraordinary talents. 】

Shimizu Yuka suddenly realized.

Yes, it's not that the people around are too stupid.

He is different from others, he has talent.

The reason why he likes mystery novels is the same reason. Those things that the author racked his brains to write can catch up with his thinking for a moment.

At the same time, he no longer feels lost about school life.

Convinced that he couldn't learn anything from flattering teachers, he left school a month later and arrived in Bodo on the advice of a white-collar worker to meet netizens, but the white-collar worker went on a business trip the day before he arrived.

Hakata is ostensibly a bustling city, and it is said that 3% of the population are killers, although he doesn't know this at first.

Yuhe Shimizu was accidentally involved in a kidnapping case. He escaped with the help of a similar plot in a mystery novel recommended by a white-collar worker to him recently, but he did not leave Bodo immediately.

For the first time, he felt that he had found the meaning of existence, the consciousness that his wisdom was superior to others, and the refreshment of the rest of his life made him addicted like an alcoholic. Taking this as an opportunity, Shimizu Hirokazu fell into darkness completely.

Using what he learned in the novel, he became a professional killer, but things didn't go well from the beginning.

The reality did not develop completely according to the arrangement in the mystery novel. He showed his feet several times and was almost caught by the police.

As the son of an MP, how could he go to jail! ?

At that time, the person who saved him was Sakurako.

The goddess of victory who always smiled at him.

The perfect criminal in fiction.

However, however.

"Why don't you want to go with me? Sakurako."

He stared in bewilderment at the dark brown-haired woman opposite, and she looked at him bored, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Miss Yingzi, you saved me... Without you, I wouldn't be able to make it this far." Shimizu Yukazu confessed affectionately, looking at the detonator in his hand, he suddenly realized, "Ah, I understand, you You are not satisfied with my performance, I have not passed your inspection, right?"

"Is it the fault of those citizens outside who are still alive? You think I am indecisive, please rest assured, Miss Yingzi, I will kill them now."

He said he was going to press the button on the detonator.

Central Plains Chuya:?

How did this guy's thoughts turn to such a weird place?

"Enough, stop." He couldn't help but stop it. Detonating a bomb in this crowded commercial street is already considered a terrorist attack. Even Mafia would not do such old-fashioned and meaningless things.

Shimizu Yuka stared at him in disbelief, his expression was obviously shaken, and he said excitedly: "Why? Miss Yingzi, are you worried about those people? Impossible, Miss Yingzi doesn't care about those insignificant people, they You are not of the same kind at all! Only I, only I can understand your wisdom and strategy! Only those with talents can see the 'same landscape', you said it yourself in "Winter Sleep", didn't you?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at each other coldly, unmoved.He hadn't read what she wrote, but after listening to Shimizu Yuka talking to himself for a long time, he was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled. There was a sharp look in his smile, with contempt on his face, and he pointed out sharply: "You... Live in imagination from beginning to end, right? Understand her? Stop joking."

He was the one who heard her complain, got along with her, escorted her, and swapped bodies.A guy who came out of nowhere, deserves to say he understands her?

No matter what happened six years ago, what happened to Yingzi, he only knew that she was Mizuho Nishino, and that was enough.

Hirokazu Shimizu was stimulated by the sarcasm in his tone, the young man was outraged, the hatred that was exposed, and the pain that seemed to be seen on the protagonist ooc were displayed on his face at the same time. He was about to say something when the crisp wind chimes suddenly sounded.

The glass door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and a young man with orange hair and blue eyes broke in, bringing a burst of cold air in the cold night outside.

Both of them were startled.

"Why are you here?" Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned slightly.

"You didn't pick up your phone, and the communication was cut off suddenly." Mizuho Nishino stared at him and said calmly, "I'm very worried about you."

"..."

He was uncomfortably silent for a while, and said helplessly, "I'm fine."

She was here, but he was worried.

Shimizu Yuka who was ignored: "...Why did you come in? Get out, or I will detonate the bomb!"

He clenched the detonator in his hand tightly, feeling intense emotions.

Damn, what's going on, why can't things develop as he expected?

After meeting Mr. Sixteen Nights at the Opera House last time, he entrusted a certain hacker who was very active in Hakata’s underground market to investigate the men who appeared around the teacher. After the investigation, the other party tripled the entrusted money, only to be vague. He told him that the man was related to Mafia, the largest black organization in Yokohama, and was probably a high-level person, and suggested that he stay away from the two to keep safe.

But how can he be willing?After finally finding Ms. Yingzi, finally Ms. Yingzi was willing to meet him, and set the place at the coffee shop where she debuted. He couldn't give up easily!So what is the difference between him and those timid "ordinary people"?

Mizuho Nishino was reminded by the boy's impulsive voice, and was taken aback for a while, then looked back at the other party.

Looking at each other, Shimizu Yuka proudly waved the detonator in front of him.

She took a deep breath and carefully observed the other party's tone and expression.Because she couldn't control the power relationship well, in the past, she always read other people's memories inadvertently. The memories of smiling people may not be kind, and the memories of bowing people also have the warmth of working hard for their families.People's hearts and facial expressions are not necessarily consistent, but most people try their best to hide, and their expressions will reveal clues. Over time, she is very sensitive to changes in other people's emotions, and she also uses this ability in her writing in a new way.

"You go out first..." Zhong Yuanzhong also said to her.

"I don't need to care about those people, right?" She interrupted him, and looked at him, she showed a smile, her eyes fell on the boy again, and she asked back without changing her expression.

Zhong Yuan was therefore silent, even though her speech was unexpected and unlike her usual style, he froze for a moment, and quickly relieved.He turned to be vigilant about the boy's every move, just in case.Even if there is anything, he will cover it for her.

"You should have investigated, I'm from Mafia at the port," she calmly guided under the guise of "Chuya Nakahara", "The detonator in your hand can prevent the police from coming in, but hostages are meaningless to me. What chips can you come up with?"

The suspect's obsession is "Sakura", but he is not so vicious that he can defiantly exist. Arrogance, vanity, cowardice, all kinds of weaknesses are vividly reflected in him.

He wants to see Yingzi, but no one knows Yingzi better than her.

Thanks to a certain agent who almost lured her into the entertainment industry, although she only trained her briefly for less than a week, she practiced her acting skills for a chocolate advertising mirror, hoping to fool her.

The boy's expression was obviously panicked: "Don't come over!"

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in catching you either," Nishino Mizuho was worried that he pressed the button when he got excited, and calmed down calmly after the stimulation, "Let's talk about Sakurako."

"What do you think of Yingzi, and the so-called perfect crime?" She asked lightly.

Nishino Mizuho tried his best to attract the boy's attention, and Nakahara Nakaya stepped back lightly, walking around Shimizu Hirokazu's back from the other side.

"Miss Yingzi is my light, she has saved me countless times..." Shimizu Yuka subconsciously searched for the figure of the tea-haired woman.

"But there is no such thing as a perfect crime in the real sense of the word." She cut it off quickly, pulling back the boy's gaze.

He stared at her sharply: "Impossible!"

Shimizu Yuka slowly showed a smile: "I understand, you are jealous of me, jealous that I understand Ms. Sakurako so well. Haven't you read those news? I did it all. I used Teacher Shizayoi's book method, completed the 'perfect crime'!"

"The so-called 'perfect crime' is a concept only found in novels. Of course, you can also think that a crime that exceeds the statute of limitations and cannot find evidence even if you know the tricks is a perfect crime." She said strangely, "but' This is not the case in the "Four Seasons" series. When "she" was writing, she consciously kept unobvious bugs in order to prevent imitation crimes. What's more, real crimes in reality cannot be completely consistent with the deliberately designed scenes in the novel. Right. If you actually operate it, you will understand that the techniques inside cannot be perfectly restored in reality.”

Hirokazu Shimizu, who was still committed to "maintaining Sakurako's perfect image" before, remained strangely silent when he heard this sentence. His expression twisted for a moment, and then he fell into a trance.

"But anyway—"

With her hands behind her back, she gently hooked her lips.

In the next moment, the young man's shoulder hurt, and he screamed and struggled, but before it was too late, Zhongyuan Zhongya held his shoulder, dislocated his arm and easily took away the detonator from his hand, and then kicked Kicked him to the ground.

When the boy bumped into the coffee table, he was scalded by a pot of coffee that hadn't completely cooled down, and he covered his eyes and rolled on the ground.

The police who had been waiting outside the door filed in and held Shimizu Yuka tightly.

"The routine of attaching a bomb to a hostage is too old, and it is not the perfect crime I want."

She snorted coldly and finished what she had just said.

Nakahara also handed the detonator to Tsujimura Fukatsuki who rushed in first and accidentally stepped on the back of the prisoner's hand with his heel.He tilted his head and found that she was looking at him. Their eyes met. He froze for a moment and smiled at her.

"Good job," he said, coming closer.

Just now, when she looked into his eyes and said those words that were not in the usual style, he read her subtext - "please believe me".

In conclusion, it works well.

He reached out and touched her head habitually.

"...Mr. Nakaya, pay attention to your own image." She noticed the surprised eyes of Tsujimura Mizuki who was about to walk towards them, and reminded her in a low voice.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Oversight.

"How is it possible... how could I be caught, I am a talented person, I am different from them! Ms. Yingzi, help me - just like before... help me!"

The young man who was pushed to the ground struggled desperately, his eyes for help fell on the two of them, and Nakahara Nakaya subconsciously stood in front of Nishino Mizuho, ​​frowning impatiently.

When Shimizu Yuka was pressed to the ground, the necklace hanging around his neck that had been hidden in his clothes fell out.

The shape of the pendant is a bit strange.

It is too simple as an accessory, just like stringing a piece of unpolished rough stone with a string.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki saw the "ruby" in front of the boy, but his face changed: "Take the 'gem' away!"

But still a step too late.

Shimizu Yuka prostrated himself on the ground, grabbed the necklace, crushed the gem in his mouth, and swallowed it.

The boy curled up in pain, sweating profusely, and howled heart-piercingly.

"Hey, are you okay?" The police around him thought he was going to commit suicide, so they squatted in front of him and asked with concern, preparing for first aid.The policeman who was the first to hold the boy's struggling wrist felt that the temperature of the skin touched by his hand was frighteningly high, not at all like the body temperature that a normal human being should have.

"Get away from him!" Tsujimura Fukatsuki warned urgently.

The next moment, the boy who seemed to be about to die suddenly woke up. His opened eyes were red like blood, as if he was about to shed blood and tears in the next moment. It bounced off and hit the wall.

"Sakura... son... little... sister..."

Every time the boy said a word, blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Mizuho Nishino felt that this scene was too weird, she suddenly thought of it and muttered: "I just said how could he jump from the [-]th floor but was so weak just now...it turned out to be because of that gemstone."

Also, most of the techniques in her novels do not have the possibility of being staged in reality.Of course, it’s a different matter if the reasoning is mixed with supernatural powers. Everything can be explained by the fact that the prisoner has “a special supernatural power”. For mystery novels, this kind of writing is too rogue, so the world in her writing is different from reality. There are no supernatural powers.

Obviously, Hirokazu Shimizu has a special ability, and it is this quality that allows him to perfectly turn the contents of the book into reality.

... Is now the time to say this?

"Back." Zhong Yuan Zhong also stretched out his hand to stop her, and ordered in a low voice.

"Shimizu Yukazu, you've been arrested, stop!" Tsujimura Shenyue took out a gun and snapped.

But the boy seemed unconscious. He didn't look at the muzzle of the gun, but stared intently at the woman with brown hair. Mizuho Nishino pursed his lips and touched his waist silently.

Zhongyuan Zhong also ranks first in Mafia in physical skills. Even if he loses his abilities, he can still fight against most people.But he and Mizuho Nishino switched bodies. The girl had barely undergone any exercise before. Even if he strengthened the training during this period, it is impossible for her to improve her physical fitness too much in a short period of time. The explosive power of her muscles cannot keep up with his eyesight. and action.

What's more, Shimizu Hirokazu obviously obtained some special ability at the cost of vitality.

Nakahara was not able to completely avoid it, and was approached by Yukazu Shimizu. The strength of the young man's hand was astonishing. From a human hand whose joints were dislocated, it became the claw of a beast.

As if to take revenge for the humiliation he suffered just now, his arm was scratched.Then the gunshot rang out, and Zhong Yuanzhong also heard the source of the gunshot, and raised his eyes unexpectedly.

It wasn't the heavily armed policemen who fired the shots, or the special agents of the Supernatural Secret Service.

It was Mizuho Nishino.

Her hand was steady, just as he had taught her to hold the stock of the gun with her right hand and keep her left steady.

She was flustered for a moment, and then she relaxed when she realized that she had missed the point.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki from the Supernatural Special Affairs Division stepped forward, knocked down the prisoner who was still struggling, pressed him to the ground, and handcuffed his hands.

"Who gave you the medicine!?" She asked calmly, "Do you know that this kind of thing has dependence? As long as you take it once, you will sink deeper and deeper like drugs, and eventually die. No matter who puts it For you, I have no good intentions, do you still want to protect such a person?"

The effect of the medicine was gradually disappearing, Shimizu Hirokazu slowly woke up from the chaotic, seemingly omnipotent state, the once forgotten pain reappeared, his whole body was in severe pain as if being run over by a truck back and forth, he twitched, and suddenly felt scared.

Why, why did things become like this.

From what step did I go wrong?

He began to think about the scene at school, and the love bento his mother made for him. The ingredients were always plentiful, and his classmates were always envious, but he felt a little ashamed.And father... How would father feel when he saw him now?

"It's... a man," he made a sound like a wild animal moaning before death, "I don't know his name, he told me about the use of hostages, and the method of making chemical smog. He gave me the gem , Said that an ordinary person like me can also become a supernatural person. He also said that the name of the gem is 'Pandora'."

"What does the other party look like?" Tsujimura Shenyue asked further.

"White hair—"

Shimizu Yukazu couldn't finish speaking.

A sniper bullet shot in from the outside, piercing the floor-to-ceiling glass and his head.

The boy fell into a pool of blood, together with his pretentiousness and sweet dreams.

The bomb disposal team outside has arrived, and they have successfully dismantled the bombs on innocent citizens.Cries of joy and sirens mingled.

Opposite the cafe, in a place suitable for sniping, a man dressed as an office worker took off the thick black-rimmed glasses on his face. s material.

Of course, it can also be transformed into an ordinary laptop as a disguise.

This is a superpower recently acquired by a white-collar office worker.

"Code-named 'Fan', confirmed dead. He had some contact with the target before his death. The first phase of the plan was successfully completed..." He took out his mobile phone, and while reporting to a big shot, he turned into a dark alley and quickly Left the sniper scene.

……

Shimizu Yuka's desperate action caused a little scratch to Zhongya Nakahara. He dodged in time, but the wound was not serious and he didn't take it seriously.However, Tsujimura Mizuki suddenly took the posture of being the editor of "Sixteen Nights", and it happened that the medical vehicle also came, and he was not allowed to leave until he had treated the wound.

Mizuho Nishino agreed with both hands and feet, and when she was sent to be bandaged in Zhongyuan with a helpless face, she saw a lot of blood on his windbreaker, so she went to a nearby clothing store that was still open to buy a coat, and when she returned to wait for the traffic lights, The appearance of Shimizu Yuka before his death appeared in her mind, and she lost her mind.

Red light turns green.The flow of people meets.

When she was in the middle of the road, the black-haired young man who passed her paused slightly.

"What happened just now...is wonderful."

He lowered his eyes and seemed to smile, and with a playful voice, he fell lightly like a feather.What is noticeable is the bandage showing from his pale neck.

Mizuho Nishino always felt that this person's tone was slightly familiar, but she had no impression of him.

She looked up in confusion: "You..."

The young man made a "shh" gesture with his index finger on his lips. He glanced back thoughtfully, and saw the figure of the brown-haired woman who came out to look for someone, so he slightly raised his lips, as if he saw something Something so interesting that his shoulders tremble slightly when he laughs.

"It's nothing, we will meet again."

He left a strange line at her, and then walked along the crowd, just like a drop of water melting into the ocean, and quickly disappeared.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing that she hadn't come back, Zhongyuan Zhong also came out to look for her, and what he saw was the scene of her staring across the road in a daze.

"I met a strange person..." Nishino Mizuho was at a loss, she quickly changed the topic, and handed him the paper bag in her hand, "Here, coat."

He reached out and picked it up. It was a black coat, which fit his aesthetics quite well.

Zhong Yuanzhong also draped his coat over his shoulders to cover the wounds and bloodstains.He glanced casually in the direction she was looking at just now, and there was no sign of the "weird" there for a long time.The sky was still grayish black illuminated by various neon tubes, and it was still early before dawn.

"Let's go, go back."

He said it to her as a matter of course.