Vest life from scratch

This is not the first time Scotland has woken up from a nightmare.

Ever since he joined the organization and killed the first truly good person with his own hands, he would occasionally dream of haunted ghosts howling in mourning, and the hand stretched out from the muddy land he was walking on. His ankles widened in vain, those empty eyes seemed to question his heart sharply.

Did you ever feel lucky for a moment that what you killed was us who had never met or knew each other?

If one day in the future, you were ordered to kill your past friends, relatives, and lovers, how would you choose?

Will it be as decisive and cold-blooded as it is with us?

Are you really on the side of justice?

——Are you really worthy to be the party of justice?

After dreaming back at midnight, he woke up briefly from the dream in a cold sweat, and forced himself to close his eyes to sleep peacefully, calmly welcoming the rising sun of the third day and sinking deeper into the quagmire day after day.

Maybe it's the nightmares like this, or maybe it's the threat of sake conveyed by bourbon.

He gradually began to have nightmares about sleepless nights.

Time... mostly a bad moonlit night.

The moonlight was bright and the stars were shining brightly. The girl was sitting on a certain corner of the wall. The soft light illuminated her face and body, as if covering her with a holy veil.She lowered her head weakly, closed her eyes, and her long black hair, which was always tied up, was flowing down like a waterfall.

She was wearing a red cloak with a golden rose on her breast.She folded her hands elegantly on her lower abdomen, and even the placement of her legs looked very beautiful.

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Everything in front of him seemed so just right, as if it had been carefully composed by a master.

Scotland trembled and stretched out his hands, touching her body surface which was icy cold, and the pulse that had stopped beating declared that everything was hopeless.

He was silent for a long time before he stretched out his hand to touch the golden rose, and slowly, with the most careful and slow speed in his life, he pulled it out from the wound in his heart bit by bit.

The smooth rose stem seemed to have been carefully trimmed, but the little thorns left under the corolla still pricked his fingertips—that is, if you want to take out this golden rose without damaging the corolla, you must The position that needs to be pinched.

After pulling it out completely, he observed that the blood stained on the rose stem had solidified into black, which made the rose look unexpectedly strange.He tightly grasped it in the palm of his hand and let it go like an electric shock.

"Ah la." A familiar male voice came from behind, "I thought it was Bourbon."

From drawing and loading the gun to aiming back, the whole process took less than five seconds.

Scotch put his tongue against his palate and bit his back molars hard, before opening his mouth slowly: "... Apple cider, did you make this?"

"Yes." Chacha said with a smile, "This is a beautiful work created by myself, and it will probably be the most satisfying work in my life."

He didn't care about Scotland's pistol aiming between his eyebrows, and walked straight to the dead Sleeping Water, gently parted her bangs, and gently placed a kiss on the forehead.

The red lip marks seemed to be imprinted on everything. He admired it for a while with satisfaction, and then gently tidied up her loose bangs.

Scotland:"……"

After carefully confirming that shooting according to their current position would not hit Shui WuyueMian's body, he quickly pulled the trigger finger back, and the bullet pierced the air and shot at Chacha.

Then it was crushed by an inexplicable force when it was a distance away from him.

"Don't be so irritable." Chacha chuckled, "After all—if you hadn't encouraged my precious treasures to resist me, maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this."

As he spoke, his eyes widened in surprise: "Oh, it turns out it's your fault for thinking this way."

Scotland:"--"

Obviously what Chacha said was full of fallacies, but he was speechless.

Under the condition that the other party has no obvious malice and is quite satisfied with the current situation.

Being content with the status quo is the best protection.

But now they are closing the protective umbrella for Mizutsutsuki, tearing off the protective film that Chacha personally set for her, instigating the confrontation between Mizutsutsuki and Chacha, and implicitly asking Mizutsutsuki to try her best to resolve it. Drop Chacha this person.

He didn't speak, Chacha shrugged and didn't speak again.

Chacha squatted next to Shui Wuyue Mian again, took out a dagger and hummed a song, and drew delicate thorn lines on her face, finally combining them into a complex plant pattern.

"Look... how beautiful her death was."

Chacha caressed the pattern carved on her face by herself, looked back and praised with a smile.

Scotland woke up from a nightmare.

He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes with his eyes open, before he subconsciously took out his mobile phone from under the mattress and dialed the only number that could be dialed.

As a NOC, he has no direct contact with old friends.

Calling the older brothers Takaaki Mobushi, Kenzo Hagiwara, Jinpei Matsuda, and Date Kou may arouse suspicion from their keen instincts.So the only thing he can occasionally call out to recall those beautiful pasts is the mobile phone that was replaced by the police with illegal means.

After a few seconds, a voice that he had memorized fluently came out of the phone:

"Hello, this is Mizunazuki. This number has been discontinued. The new number is.... Sorry for the inconvenience caused."

He was silent for a while after listening, and then dialed the number again.

The gentle female voice rang in his ears again.

Scotland finally calmed down, exhaled slowly, and cleared the two calls.

He held the phone for a while longer to think, and before he realized what he was doing, he dialed the new number mentioned in the recording.

The call was picked up before he could react and hang up.

Scotland:"……"

The soft breathing sound from over there lasted for a few seconds: "...I thought this call would never be dialed in this life."

"Shh, you don't need to talk, I'm not interested in whether the caller is blond or brunette--if it's blond, it may affect my mood, so please listen to me."

"Thanks to you, I was unable to continue my career in the end, so I ran to open a detective agency to deal with the cases that my classmates couldn't solve before. I don't accept follow-up work, and I don't lack money. It’s not bad, but it would be even better if there are fewer guests in the izakaya.”

Scotland smiled silently.

"I really don't know which guy made the rule that the person who treats guests is responsible for ordering wine and food. Every time I ask that bastard with sunglasses what he wants to eat today, he takes off his sunglasses and gives me a knowing look. I'm not the roundworm in your stomach, how do I know what you want to eat and drink today - the last time I said that drinking golden beer at a men's party is romantic, and the last time I said that only strong alcohol is enough. The guy is really unreasonable. "

"Also, it's too impolite for a men's party! Anyway, I still have some confidence in my appearance."

A gentle female voice babbled on the recent events on the phone, and the endless topics made the smile on the corner of Scotland's mouth never stop.

But it wasn't just happy things she narrated.

"Before...that idiot, he didn't wear protective clothing when dismantling the bomb." She didn't say who the idiot was, but Scotland immediately knew the identity of the other party, and the smile on the corner of her mouth disappeared unconsciously, "Although I really want to announce the good news. Worrying, but I feel like this is not very good, so I still come here to tell you.”

"It's been almost a year ago. The bomb stopped timing, but somehow it started beating again. It almost blew up a stupid idiot who was still on the phone. Fortunately, the last bomb For some reason, it stopped due to a malfunction, and only one life was saved.”

She announced calmly: "The bomber is still at large...I will definitely find him."

Scotland still didn't speak, but the smile on his face was a bit cold no matter what.

"Well, I've told you so much, and it's very late now, so let's end our chat here today. Anyway, I asked my acquaintances to use some tricks on the mobile phone for this contact. Basically, it is impossible to track the specific location. Yes. If you really miss me or anyone else, you can call me."

"Of course, I may not have time to pick up. Detective work is very busy sometimes."

Her breathing paused for a few seconds:

"...it's late, go to bed early."

The other side actively hung up the phone.

Scotland clenched the phone tightly, and after maintaining this position for a few minutes, he stuffed the phone back under the mattress.

He took a few deep breaths before he calmed down, maintained his normal expression and walked to the window, opened the window to get some fresh air to wake him up.

During the short walk from the bed to the window, he couldn't help but recall the first encounter between him, them and Shui Ananyue.

The petite and fragile girl stood quietly next to Instructor Onizuka in her uniform. She looked like she had failed the medical examination, which made some people in the class want to move.

The instructor said in a very businesslike manner: This is a special student who was allowed to enroll by his superiors because of his special status.

The commotion became more apparent.

Feeling the hostile atmosphere around her, the girl raised her head slowly, and those beautiful golden amber eyes glanced at everyone present, as if she was estimating something.

Then she slowly rolled the sleeve of her left hand up to her elbow.

——Performed what it means to be able to press everyone on the ground with one hand and rub hard.

The scene of being rubbed by a girl like a doll and asked "Do you want to hit me again?" will probably be deeply etched into the hearts of everyone in that class.

Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his temples helplessly, opened the window and looked outside.

The location of his room is average, and the window faces the cliff behind, so there will be a relatively strong wind blowing in.He tried to appreciate it in the afternoon. From here, he could see the colorful flower fields in the distance.

But it's late at night after all, so it's only natural that I can't see anything...?

Scotland:"……?"

His pupils stared at the two rays continuously shooting at the back door, leaned out a little bit and leaned against the iron guardrail, turned his head mechanically to look at the rose garden, and saw the luminous roses commotion, as if they were in a carnival hunting.

After a brief silence, he finally learned to accept reality.

Scotland closed the window calmly, lay back on the bed calmly, forced himself to forget everything he had just seen, and then closed his eyes.

... find time to have a good talk with Bourbon.

The author has something to say: Ome: Scotland: Hesitant to speak but then hesitant, hesitant to speak but then hesitant, hesitant to speak but then hesitant.

Girlfriend: Scotland: I forgot to say something.

vv: amnesia get out of the NOC (not

us: xsl