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Can memory deceive people?

Toru Amuro never thought that one day he would keep asking himself this question.

Can human memory be trusted?

On the tombstone in front of him, the cold handwriting stared at him quietly in the cold wind.Amuro gently brushed the surface of the stele with his fingertips, the familiar cold touch reminded him of the scene of the black-haired woman gradually cooling down in his arms.

It couldn't be false, he knew that.

From the moment he entered the organization as an undercover agent, Toru Amuro was prepared to keep losing.Walking on the boundary between black and white, death and loss are commonplace. Maybe when you wake up one morning, you will no longer be greeted by the rising sun, but a darkly organized interrogation room, or a sniper rifle hidden in the distance. at the muzzle.

Amuro felt that he was lucky. His luck did not come from the gift of fate, but from the woman lying under the cold tombstone in front of him at this moment.

Her name is Qingshuiliang, and her organization code name is Black Cherry.

As the youngest cadre of the organization, the only finished product of the Abyss Project, no matter in the organization or in the police, what this person has done is impossible to be forgotten. Even if he dies, he will chew on it for several years. .

Amuro thought so too.

That's why when he woke up in the hospital that day and heard Hagiwara Kenji ask him, "What is your relationship with that woman, is it worth suffering such a serious injury for her?", he showed an expression of surprise that could not be concealed.

He didn't remember that Qing Shuiliang had a disguise at that time.

"What's that expression on your face? Do you know that you're almost going to die?" My friend for many years put on a strange face, but he spoke in a very rude manner.

Toru Amuro sat up on the hospital bed, forgetting to be sad by this weird situation.Because he didn't speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse like a ball of sand stuck in his throat.

"She is clear and cool."

"So?" Hagiwara Kenji frowned slightly.

This expression couldn't be faked, he really didn't know who Qing Shuiliang was.

"Don't you remember her? The person who taught you how to disguise yourself." Toru Amuro stared at his friend's face.

Hagiwara Kenji seemed to be thinking hard for a while, "It seems that there is such a person, but is her name Shimizu Ryo? I don't have the impression, anyway, I don't know her well... Speaking of which, such a beautiful woman just died like this what a pity……"

His voice was very relaxed, and when he mentioned the woman who died in the fire and explosion, there was a hint of regret, as if he was sorry for a passerby who passed him by.

As if it was just a beautiful flower blooming on the side of the road, unfortunately it was destroyed by the wind and rain, so he sighed sadly.Other than that, nothing else.

"Recover well, and I'll come see you in the afternoon."

Toru Amuro didn't care at all when Kenji Hagiwara left.He turned down the hospital bed and found his mobile phone, his back was aching.

He first called Kazami Yuya.

"Mr. Jianggu? Are you awake yet?"

Toru Amuro interrupted Kazami Yuya's surprised concern, and asked in a low voice: "Kazemi, let me ask you, do you remember Black Cherry—who is Shimizu Ryo?"

"Shimizu cool?" Kazami Yuya repeated the name in doubt, then there was a silence in the receiver, half of Toru Amuro's body was shivering from the cold wind outside the window.

"Didn't the police get a list of the organization's undercover agents before? Don't you remember the woman who gave us the list?"

"Ah, there seems to be such a person. Is that person called Black Cherry?... Strange, how could I not remember such an important thing."

Toru Amuro hung up the phone and coughed a few times.He continued to hit the next person.

It's strange that there are so many intersections when a person comes to the world once.And this woman named Qing Shuiliang, she has killed so many people and saved so many people, she has walked through the world with a lot of color, and when asked at the end, everyone said-

"It seems that there is such a person."

Her death was like a drop of water falling into the ocean, leaving no trace in a blink of an eye.

Toru Amuro endured his physical discomfort, and explained to them who Shimizu Ryo was - there must be something wrong with this world, and he wanted to fix it.

However, when I asked again two days later, I still got a doubt.

It seems that there is a pair of invisible big hands, every time after Amuro Toru has worked hard, he will gently reset the memories of those people to their original state.

It seems that in this world, the memory of Qing Shuiliang should not exist.So all the places where she exists, the memory is a blur of white.

Occasionally, he would hear nurses discussing in private that this man seemed to have something wrong with his nerves due to too much mental stress.

Toru Amuro laughed at himself, gave up and continued to revise.

Can memory deceive people?

he began to ask himself.

Toru Amuro used his private power to let his colleagues from the Network Countermeasures Section crack the password of Shimizu Liang's ins account.

How could she not exist?

She had lived so intensely.

In the photo, the black-haired girl stood on the street in a foreign country and hugged his arms tightly, smiling all over her face, making it look like he was kidnapped beside her.

At that time, he was indeed a mobile wallet kidnapped by the other party.

In the next photo, the girl is sitting on the merry-go-round, the sea of ​​light is dense, and her eyes are gentle and moving.

"I'm so pretty, don't I, Brother Bourbon?"

Yes, she has always been a very pretty girl.But at that time, Toru Amuro did not say this answer.

He continued to scroll down.

Qing Shuiliang likes to post ins, interesting and boring ones will come every ten days and a half months.Covering everything from her succulent funerals to newly developed delicious dishes, from snapped gin memes to Harrow snoozing on her lap.There are even a few photos of Soheli, who seems happy with her disguise.

Most ins are set to be visible only to themselves.

Toru Amuro recalled what Hagi once said to her—Xiaoliang always lives alone enthusiastically and alone.

The man who had said that could not remember her now either.

The last ins was posted a few days ago. The photo shows the vast sky and snow-capped mountains in Hokkaido.She wrote a sentence.

[I want to come to Hokkaido to see the snow, but unfortunately it hasn't fallen yet]

Fortunately, I finally saw the snow in Hokkaido, Toru Amuro thought, and looked up at the painting on the bedroom wall.

It was given to him by Qing Shuiliang, and he threw away the real one, and the one hanging on the wall is a fake painted by himself.

Toru Amuro stared at the painting for a while, then let out a low chuckle.

In the end all he had was the memory.Even this memory, he didn't know how long he could keep it.

In order to keep it as long as possible, Toru Amuro takes time to recall her every day.

No one remembers Shimizu Ryo, so Toru Amuro can only recall it over and over by himself, for fear of forgetting even a single detail.

Why is he the only one who still remembers all this clearly?Amuro continued to think about it, and he realized that this might have something to do with the strange voice he heard.

[Number 250, thank you for your unremitting efforts and happy cooperation.goodbye. ]

What exactly does this sentence mean?

When leaving the cemetery that day, Toru Amuro met a person—Curaçao who was rescued by Shimizu Ryo.

In the cold wind in late autumn, the tall woman wore a thick scarf and a wide hat to hide her conspicuous features.

She stopped in front of Toru Amuro.

"Public security police down to zero?"

Curacao didn't come to seek revenge on him, on the contrary, she came to give something.

"I don't remember who gave this thing to me. I just remember that it seems very important, and that person asked me to keep it with me."

"Then why did you give it to me?"

His voice was so dry that Curacao felt that he was struggling to get the words out of his throat.

Curacao looked at Toru Amuro's face. He was wearing a black hat, half of his face was sunk in the shadows, and he couldn't see any emotion except danger.The protruding light blue blood vessels can be seen in the exposed wheat-colored hand.

This person seems to have changed a lot since the last time we met.

Curacao handed over the amulet pendant.

"I don't know why, but that person seems to want this thing to stay with you more."

Amuro paused, and took the pendant.His demeanor was so solemn that Curacao couldn't help but look at him twice—even if he took his own life, it would be nothing more than that, right?

"Thank you."

Unexpectedly, the man who looked extremely dangerous finally raised his eyes and smiled slightly at her.

It was right to take the risk and deliver this, Curacao thought.

Toru Amuro recognized the pendant, which was a gift from Ryo Shimizu to Hagi, and somehow got into Curacao's hands.

Maybe he should give this back to Hagi—the thought flitted through Amuro's mind like a superficial splash.

Then he was ignored by him grandiosely.

This is the only relic that he can carry with him, belonging to Xiaoliang.

After the Hokkaido incident, Gin never returned to the organization.Everyone agreed that he died there, Rum was very angry, and the rumors in the organization could not be subsided for a long time-it seemed that everyone could hardly believe that Gin died in Hokkaido.

Especially when Qing Shuiliang was blurred in their minds, the whole thing seemed even more unbelievable.It looked like Gin had been planted in an ordinary traitor hunt.

Only Toru Amuro knew that if it was Qing Shuiliang, it was entirely possible for her to do it.

She's such a proud, powerful black cherry.

Based on the list left by Qing Shuiliang, the police secretly prepared a big operation. This time, the organization must be stripped of its skin without dying.There is no better time than this to pursue it when the organization has lost its gin.

However, just the night before the start of the operation, when Toru Amuro was sorting out the action plan in the darkened apartment alone, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Yeah, yeah, I finally connected to you.Hello, I am...um...system, are you interested in becoming npc number 251? ]

Toru Amuro will never forget this voice, that familiar cold feeling as if a machine brushed against his skin.