12 years zero soul

The body of the deceased has been sent to the forensic teaching room of Dongda University for autopsy.At this moment, reporters running social news surrounded the scene, and everywhere they could see reporters stalking criminal policemen they knew, trying to find out the inside story.

The investigator in charge of the on-site investigation said in a calm tone: "After the deceased fell from the balcony, many people gathered around the apartment to watch, but no one saw a suspicious person. The residents who lived on the seventh floor and the sixth floor said, As soon as I heard the sound, I immediately looked down and went out to take the elevator downstairs. There was no one else in the elevator at that time. If someone pushed the deceased and fled immediately, the elevator at that time could not have stopped at the seventh floor. In addition , there is only one elevator in this apartment.”

The possibility that the killer escaped using the emergency escape stairs was published.However, colleagues in the scientific research team pointed out that the escape ladder of the apartment was not only located on the same side as the scene of the fall, but also suspended from the outside.If the murderer had taken the stairs at that time, he would have been exposed in full view.

The biggest mystery at the moment is where the murderer disappeared after pushing the victim down.

Colleagues who just came back from the scene told what happened one by one, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly condensed into an inextricable heaviness.

"There is another possibility." After listening to his colleague's report, Kirihara stated his opinion, "What if the murderer is a resident of the same apartment? Then as long as he returns to his home after the murder, he will not be seen by anyone. "

Seeing the silence of the people next to him, Kirihara wiped his nose with his fingers, it seems that Kuroda-senpai doesn't agree with his point of view.

"Why did the murderer take the head of the deceased..." Kuroda murmured, then looked out the car window at the towering building, "The identity of the deceased?"

"Still under investigation." The colleague sitting in the back seat replied, and continued, "Maybe you don't want others to know the identity of the deceased?"

Kirihara groped his chin and expressed his own opinion, "Probably not, I personally think that since the murderer has time to cut off the other party's head and chop off all the fingers, it would be better to throw the body in a deserted place." ?"

After listening, the colleagues in the back seat fell silent.

"Maybe it's a perverted killer? What does Senior Kuroda think?"

Kirihara looked at Kuroda next to him.

Kuroda stared at the phone screen with a thoughtful expression.

"...maybe... want to hint at something..."

"You're being watched."

The glass full of beer in his hand tilted violently, and the ice cubes in the glass made a "cracking" sound, colliding with each other in the transparent liquid.

The other party's words made him unable to comprehend for a moment, and he was silent for a long while.

"Targeted? Me?"

He lazily responded, only feeling that the other party was ready and wanted to make him happy.

"...What do you mean? Being targeted..."

"Life!"

The other party replied, and immediately said to him with a more serious expression than before.

"Someone is going to kill you!"

After listening, he was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed again.

"Why do you want my life?"

He asked in a tone of waiting to see a good show.

The other party lowered their eyes, and after a moment of silence, they spoke again: "...I can't answer why..."

When he was speaking, the other party's eyes were still fixed on the cup in front of him, and his voice sounded too heavy, which prevented him from laughing.After staring at each other's faces for a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked around, as if to make sure that someone was really paying attention to them.

"Absolutely unforgivable!"

"what?"

"I won't let anyone else hurt you..."

"Are you—"

"Absolutely..." He widened his angry eyes and muttered to himself, "Whoever it is..."

With the clenched fist, even the outline of the blood vessels can be seen. With such a serious Makoto Yamazaki, Qiu Ren felt a strong sense of strangeness, as if the person in this skin was not someone he knew.

Maybe he didn't see it clearly enough, like...

I thought that I had an employment relationship with that man, and I still felt deeply guilty in my heart.Unexpectedly, the truth is more unbearable than this——

Dirty "Business Relationship".

Pay money, get information, sell your body, and save yourself.

The pain seemed to form a wound in the chest and deepened over time.

How to deal with this void?

He felt bewildered...

A very handsome man went into Qiu Ren's room just now, told Qiu Ren that someone was waiting for him in the hospital restaurant on the first floor, and then left immediately.

He didn't make it clear who the other party was, nor did he tell the reason, so Qiu Ren didn't need to pay attention to it, but there was always a strange premonition in his heart, and his body had already acted.

Qiu Ren sat down at random, since the other party wanted to see him anyway, so he just had to wait quietly.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Gao Yuqiuren?"

For some reason, Qiu Ren hesitated before nodding.

The other party took off his sunglasses, revealing a fashionable and handsome face, with fair skin and golden hair, Qiu Ren once thought he was a foreigner.

"Osamu Sudou, we met."

Sudou licked the corner of his mouth at Akiren, looked at the seat, frowned, and then sat down slowly.He raised two hands to direct, and the subordinates who followed Sudou just now stood not far away.

"you……"

"I'm Mr. Asami's subordinate, the manager of one of the clubs in Azabu."

As soon as Qiuren heard the word "Majian", he stared at Sudou dissatisfied.

"Then what do you want?!"

Why is Ma Jian again!Everyone who came to approach him was for Ma Jian, so what did he have to do with Ma Jian?

The voice just now was a bit loud, for fear that the waiter would stare blankly, Qiu Ren said with a stiff face.

"Mr. Sudou, if you're talking about that man with me, please go back."

Compared to Sudou's calm and elegant appearance, Akiren's face is clearly bored.But the subordinates who had been standing next to him felt dissatisfied. Why did the store manager tolerate this guy talking in such a rude manner?

Seeing Akiren's unhappy look, Sudou suddenly felt a little interesting.He suddenly stood up and sat beside Qiu Ren without authorization, and the two sat next to each other.Sudou seemed to be so close on purpose.Qiu Ren frowned and cast a wary look.

"Do you... think that with your current miserable appearance, how much bargaining chips do you have left?" Sudou whispered in Akiren's ear, "Do you know, your relationship with Mr. Asami? Let me Tell you..." Sudou's words made Qiu Ren's eyes widen, Qiu Ren looked at the other party with his pale face sideways, his tightly pursed lips trembled slightly.

"Maybe you are 'a little' special, but at best, you are just a so-called 'backup lover'. After all, you are still of some use to Mr. Asami." Sudou looked at him contemptuously with pitiful eyes Looking at Qiu Ren, "Don't you also have this idea? You are also using Mr. Asami..."

Take advantage of his tenderness...

How do these people always imagine others to be like themselves? !Upon hearing this, Qiu Ren put on a disgusted expression and said:

"It's enough!"

Although he knew it was not Sudou's fault, Akihito couldn't help but glared at him.Sudou also stared at Akihito without admitting defeat.

The two stalemate for a few minutes, Sudou suddenly smiled and nodded.

"Sure enough, what kind of person should be with what kind of person, your choice is very correct."

Sudou deliberately glanced in the direction of the hospital restaurant entrance.

"Since so many people are obsessed with you, you don't have to be afraid that no one will take care of you. Even a little brother is obsessed with you to such an extent, it's really amazing."

"what?"

Akihito looked at Sudou puzzled.

Sudou signaled Qiuren to look behind him, "I found a good helper for you, thank you for the excuse, just don't make trouble for Mr. Asami." Before he finished talking, Sudou put on his sunglasses and got up and left.

"Minister Gao Yu? Minister Gao Yu..."

"... Qiuren?"

Hearing that his name was called, Qiu Ren suddenly came back to his senses, "What's the matter, Yamazaki?"

"It's nothing. Are you feeling unwell? Why don't I send you back first?"

Makoto Yamazaki observed Qiuren's expression worriedly, and inadvertently moved his eyes slightly away, seemingly trying to avoid some invisible contact.

Qiu Ren's heart trembled, and a cool feeling rushed across his chest, thinking of the endless black pool on the left.

"Well, that's fine."

The wind in the middle of the night is cold, gradually eroding the body, not as soothing as the daytime.

"He's out of the hospital."

"Ah."

"It was the juniors from his magazine who came to pick him up and leave the hospital."

"I know."

Asami frowned, he was working hard on the report on Qiu Ren's traffic accident.

Kuroda originally planned to ask, did you send someone to pick him up?Feeling the heavy breath on the other end of the phone, Kuroda dismissed the idea.That's right, it's been more than a month since he was discharged from the hospital, so it's impossible to be completely ignorant, but he didn't expect him to let go so easily.

"Do you still want to say that Qiuren is yours?" Kuroda changed the subject and said what he cared about the most, "In the near future, your memory will be reorganized and restored. But Qiuren is different...he Refuse to think—forget it, anyway, he doesn't remember anything now, that means, everything between you will be reset to zero."

Kuroda's words were full of power, as if warning, "That's it..."

After hanging up the phone, Asami, who was originally facing the table, turned her chair and turned her back.Su Fang stood behind, slightly arching her huge body.

The black shadow flitted across the moonlight, with indescribable ominousness.

The scenery I am used to seeing in the past may never appear in front of my eyes again——

When he came downstairs to his house, Qiu Ren just got off Yamazaki's locomotive.The two wondered why a high-end luxury car was parked under the dilapidated apartment.

When the door of the car window slowly slid to the end, Qiu Ren couldn't look away.

"What are you doing here?"

Although it was a very short moment, Yamazaki Makoto still felt sadness clearly from Akiren's pretendingly calm face.

Ma Jian stared at Qiu Ren from the car, with a flash of mania in his eyes.

"Even the most important things are going to be discarded?"

Time passed by second by second, and the doubts in my heart dissipated little by little.Qiu Ren finally found out what Ma Jian was referring to.

Qiu Ren took a deep breath slowly, turned his face to the left, and concealed his inner excitement, "That has nothing to do with you."

Just finished speaking, Ma Jian turned his head away, "Now you..." The car window gradually went up, "...it's really boring."

Asami's face disappeared behind the window.With a whoosh, the engine started.The luxury car drove away in a blink of an eye, and all that was left was silence again.

Feeling dizzy for a while, Qiu Ren felt as if he was being sucked into a dark vortex.

And then, the pain.

The heart-piercing pain stimulated the brain to be confused for an instant, not only could the whole body be unable to move, but even the consciousness was in a trance for a moment.However, the biggest impact is neither pain nor consciousness, but feeling like an idiot.

Abandoning Makoto Yamazaki, who hadn't reacted for a moment, Qiu Ren quickly ran back to his apartment.Slowly dripping down against the wall, the blunt and heavy movements fully demonstrated the degree of mental fatigue.

From outside the door came the chatter and laughter of men and women returning home at night.Qiu Ren grabbed his hair anxiously, now he wanted to yell: "Let me be quiet!"

There are white walls all around, but you can feel the emptiness in your breath that seems to be disillusioned at any time, and it sounds very distressing.

He wanted to speak out, but couldn't.The back of my throat was dry, and my voice was stuck in it.After working hard for a long time, he finally made a weak and trembling sound.

"Don't... deny me..."

His breath seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and the room fell into silence for an instant.

【We all fantasize about each other's future, but we always think about each other's past. 】

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