After the world of Ke Xue is full of bad luck

"What did you come to see me for?" Matsumoto Kiyonaga narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at this girl who looked a little tired.

She looks as old as her own daughter, and she is very tough when confronting police officers, but she is much more silent and introverted at other times, and likes to stay on the edge of the crowd.

Amamiya Qianxue raised her eyes, "I'm sorry, about Yuejian..." Her tone was a little hesitant at the end.

"and then?"

"I would like to ask your Excellency the director to take back all the compliments to me, and don't record the clues that I put forward. I... I am really sorry. Regarding those, I think they should be given to her, not to me."

It was extremely difficult and slow for her to speak a word, and her exhausted spirit seemed to be at a zero point, as if her tense nerves would burst out in the next second.

Kiyomaga Matsumoto frowned. This kind of persistent personality is similar to that of his daughter Sayuri, "In this operation, you are indeed responsible, but more is your credit. I remember hearing Meguro say that you They don’t seem to care much about any of this.”

"Well, I think I'm mostly responsible."

After a long silence, he asked, "Then what do you want?"

"I don't want my name to appear in this case. It's...very...painful to me. Just as I proposed to you to cover up her identity as a police cadet when the news of Yuejian's death broke out, because I think she's a real policeman. It's Yuemi who deserves credit for that, not me..."

At the end of the sentence, Amamiya Qianxue lowered her head, making it impossible to discern the expression on her face.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga tapped on the table, "All of them??"

"……Um."

This serious and unwilling to back down look is really a bit like Sayuri.

Thinking of his daughter, his always stern face softened a little. After hesitating for a while, he said: "It would be unfair to you if all your discoveries and contributions were erased. Originally, this would Be a highlight on your resume."

"That's not what I deserve."

"Amiya, you are responsible for this matter, but you shouldn't make amends like this." Kiyocho Matsumoto, who was a bit impatient, still expressed his true thoughts.

At the beginning, he was willing to follow Amamiya's suggestion and cover up Yuejian's identity as a police student. It was also because Amamiya convinced him that maintaining justice has always been a policeman's bounden duty. Yuejian's dream is to become a policeman. Then at least let her leave this world as a policeman in the end.

These words moved Kiyonaga Matsumoto. In terms of controlling public opinion and other aspects, he called Tsukimi a rookie police officer, not a police student. Except for him and Megure Police Department, no one knew that she was still a student.

Amamiya Qianxue shook her head, her body was tense, "I... I don't deserve this kind of achievement."

She still disagrees.

"Amiya, how old are you this year? 22 years old? Or how much? Did you come from the professional group or the quasi-professional group?" Matsumoto Kiyonaga changed the topic.

Amamiya Qianxue was slightly taken aback, and replied: "22 years old, in the quasi-professional group."

"It's a pity that I didn't take the occupation test. The promotion speed of these two is very different, and the height of the future is also different. They will graduate in less than four months. There are cases of this level, yes Your official career has a lot of influence, have you really thought about it?"

"Well, I figured it out."

The short answer expresses the girl's determination.

Kiyomaga Matsumoto made a final decision, "Okay, I respect your wishes, and your name, Amamiya Chiyuki, will not appear in any official records of this case. But that's okay, your previous clues were all reported directly. It’s not troublesome to deal with it here. At the same time, do you know what you will face once your contribution is erased?”

"From the workplace relationships in Japan where elders are respected, those white eyes, contempt, ridicule and ridicule."

"It's good if you have this awareness. I've worked hard on you recently. You have to keep in mind what you saw last month. The police are like this. The profession of dancing on the tip of a knife. When you go back, I will ask your school to grant you two days off. , take a good rest, don't forget, and don't forget." Facing the girl who hasn't had much rest for more than a week, Matsumoto Kiyonaga's tone became a little gentle.

After all, he is about the same age as his daughter, so he probably felt uncomfortable when he encountered such a terrible thing.

After Amamiya Qianxue went out, Matsumoto Kiyomiga looked through the case records. The police who were at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it, because she brought the key information of the picture frame, made a major breakthrough in this case. The question of the murder method of the representative of the deceased was raised again, which once again narrowed the possibility of investigation.

If Yue Jian hadn't been able to ignore what was wrong at that time, it is estimated that such a thing would not have happened.

Kiyoshi Matsumoto sighed. The murderer who was finally caught was a lunatic similar to a mentally ill patient. He described himself in a crazy language. He felt that he was a god who came to punish the sinful existence in this world. His task was to create The most perfect person in memory.

It is really a lunatic's delusion, a heinous act! ! !

When the police found him, he seemed to have taken the poison, and before he could say a word, he died of the poison, and it was too late to rescue him.

And the abandoned warehouse below is Yuejian Wuyue's... But in the end, he didn't have time to ask him where the corpses he hid were put. This is also the focus of the police's current investigation.

It can be said that the breakthrough of this case was brought by Amamiya Chiyuki, but this child seems to care about the sacrifice of her friends, and she is unwilling to get any awards and records. Criticism of human eyeballs.

After the conversation, Amamiya Chiyuki, who walked out of the office, let out a long breath. Regardless of whether Yuejian can successfully escape the person behind her, this case will be investigated. This can only delay the time as much as possible.

But I didn't expect that the conversation with Matsumoto Kiyonaga would be so smooth. It seems that his behavior in the conference room should have been liked by him, so the risky move he took was also useful.

She rubbed the space between her eyebrows, and was about to pack her things and go back to school. The last bomb/bomb was left in school by Yue Jianan, and she had to get rid of this hot potato quickly.

Unable to resist the Mumu Police Department saying that they would send a car to take her off, Amamiya Qianxue still opened the car door after countless psychological preparations.

It cannot be avoided all the time.

Escape will not have good results.

She repeated these words to herself as if brainwashed.

On the surface, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, but the stomach seemed to be overwhelmed, and the faint pain surged up along the stomach wall bit by bit.

Should I be glad I haven't eaten much these days?

Otherwise it will spit out...

She silently looked at the various lights and shadows flying by outside the car window. The sunlight was so clear that it illuminated everything so transparently and cleanly, leaving only a long hazy and soft shadow.

"Amiya??"

The questioning voice brought back her wandering thoughts.

"what happened?"

The voice was dry and stiff.

The Mumu Police Department frowned and said, "Sorry, I didn't protect you well."

Amamiya Qianxue lowered her gaze, "No, it's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself, this is what everyone who becomes a policeman prepares for."

"Are you still willing to come to search for a class after graduation?"

"I would."

This is probably the only thing she can do, after all, it has caused so much trouble.

When she saw the gate of the police academy again, Amamiya Qianxue felt as if she had been away for more than a week.

Deep tiredness and exhaustion overflowed from the deepest part, flooding to every part of the body like a tide.

Can I see him?

Once this idea pops up, it can't be suppressed, like the weeds of a prairie fire, covering the sky and covering the ground.

Want to hear his voice, want to see his face, want to talk to him.

All kinds of thoughts emerge in endlessly, but they can't escape the hero Matsuda Jinpei.

After saying goodbye to the Megure Police Department, Amamiya Chiyuki and the guard finished reporting, and just a few steps into the campus, she was dragged into a corner by her arm.

The suitcase in his hand was also snatched away.

The shadows of the trees are whirling, and the sunlight that hangs far away passes through the gaps, and it seems to blur a painting between the drooping eyebrows and eyes, and the boundary between light and shadow gradually becomes blurred on his face.

There is a wall behind, and the distance is too close, the space is cramped, making the heart tremble, and the throat becomes tight.

The places where they touched each other also became hot and hot.

The exceptionally clear heartbeat sound, again and again, as if the long wind that had just blown, can be heard endlessly.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

Under the slightly curly bangs is a frown, and there is also a hint of irritability in the gray-blue eyes.

Inexplicable grievances welled up in her heart from her tumbling stomach, Amamiya Qianxue slightly withdrew her gaze, and shook her head, "No, it's okay."

The places that were in contact with each other were loosened, and the palms were attached to the top of the head, and with a reassuring weight, they patted lightly twice.

"You put too much pressure on yourself. Do you know how much dark circles you have under your eyes now? I'll take you to the zoo to see pandas. It probably treats you as the same kind."

The half-complaining words gave people a sense of peace of mind that the body was wrapped in warm water.

A sense of security you can't get anywhere else.

"Oh……"

Amamiya Qianxue agreed somewhat vaguely.

"We are also very sad about seeing Yue, but you really don't think too much, no one will blame you."

The girl who was being patted on the top of her head was slightly taken aback, and after a long silence said, "...um."

She can lie to anyone, but she doesn't want to lie to him, but she has to lie.

When Yuejian was mentioned, she remembered that hot potato again, bit her lower lip and looked up: "Matsuda, can you do me a favor?"

Matsuda Jinpei, who was begged by someone, was slightly stunned. Under the sunshine, those purple eyes showed a bit of longing and shimmered, as if there were some ripples on the surface of the water, which made people move. Do not open your eyes.

The chest was shaking like a bulge.

He couldn't refuse, how could he refuse.

"Okay, you say."

No matter what I will agree, because it is you.

The next second, he was grabbed by the arm and started to run. The breeze was blowing the hair of the person in front of him. The hair that was rimmed with gold by the sun was like a jumping light, flashing in his eyes.

The corners of the clothes were rolled up, and a smell of lime lingered on the tip of the nose.

Sure enough, midsummer is coming soon, this is probably the taste of midsummer.

After trotting all the way, the two entered the deepest part of the flower bed, opened the abandoned sewer, and exposed the bright bombs in front of their eyes.

Matsuda Jinpei's slightly charming mood disappeared immediately, and he asked in shock, "This? What's going on here?"

He didn't understand what happened, how did Yu Gong know that a bomb was planted in the school as soon as he came back? ?Who buried this bomb/bomb? ? ?

"Don't ask about this for now, can you dismantle the bomb?" Amamiya Qianxue looked extremely embarrassed, and kept silent about the source and reason.

"Don't underestimate me!! Three minutes is enough!"

He pursed his lips, as if he was particularly concerned about Amamiya Qianxue's underestimation of him, he took out the tool bag he was carrying and was about to start dismantling the bomb.

A series of operations appeared to be extremely smooth and smooth.

Amamiya Qianxue was so scared that she immediately pressed his hand, "Aren't you wearing protective clothing??? Don't be kidding, this is a bomb!!"

"Eh?? It's not necessary to this extent." Matsuda Jinpei thought that the other party was making a big fuss.

"No, no, this is very necessary!"

"But the protective clothing is locked up. In the past, you had to apply for a report to get it. You just didn't want others to know so you found me. As long as this level of bomb/bomb doesn't hit violently, it won't explode. Don't worry. Trust me a little bit, okay?"

Amamiya Qianxue's facial features were wrinkled, and she wanted to continue to argue, but was pushed away from the sewer, "Help me keep an eye on it, it will be fine soon, don't worry."

How could he not be worried, but if he leaned over and bad luck affected him to dismantle the bomb, it would be putting the cart before the horse.

With a heart fluttering, being dragged for two to three minutes was so long and unbearably long that Amamiya Qianxue was completely unintentional to keep an eye on her, and turned her head to look at the situation over there frequently.

Until I saw the boy give her a thumbs up to say that everything is OK.Only then did she feel relieved.

Because the sun was too bright, she squinted her eyes slightly, rubbed her tear mole and began to think, as long as the people behind Yue Jian didn't investigate her so quickly, it is estimated that this matter should be over by now.

Is it time to return to a peaceful school routine? ?

Although Amamiya Qianxue still doesn't like the daily training, but after experiencing so many things, she suddenly feels that this peaceful campus life is rare. Although the training is boring, after all, who wants to walk on eggshells every day.

"Yumiya, what's going on with this thing?"

As Matsuda Jinpei said, he brought the bomb over, still confused.

Amamiya Qianxue is a little embarrassed, lying and deceiving people is not her strong point, so what lie should she make up to explain it? ? ?

Sure enough, as long as you tell a lie, you have to rely on countless lies to cover it up?

"Have you been threatened?" Matsuda Jinping sensed something was wrong.

The silent girl shook her head, "No, no. Anyway, can I ask Matsuda not to say anything?"

Matsuda Jinhei patted her on the head twice, "Tell me if you have anything to do, it's troublesome to deal with this thing, leave it to me."

"Huh?? But this kind of thing is troublesome, so it's not good." Amamiya Qianxue was worrying about how to deal with this hot potato.

Matsuda Jinpei thought a little bit, rolled his eyes, and remembered Hagi's advice to him before, "If Amamiya thinks it's not good to do this, then let's make a deal."

"what???"

Chiyuki Amamiya, who was completely defenseless against Matsuda, didn't think much at all.

"Come and watch the fireworks with me. Next month, Hagi and I will go back to our hometown. Are you free then?"

With great courage, he finally uttered the invitation that he had hesitated for a long time.

The days of being teased and joked by Hagi every day are finally over.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the opposite person very nervously, afraid of saying something like rejection from her mouth.

The hanging black hair was swaying, and the flickering light and shadow cast made it a bit unreal.

Facing the unexpected invitation, Amamiya Qianxue was stunned.

This can be said to be the first time in life, right? ?

It was the first time someone came to invite her like this, which was something she had never dared to think about before.

The handsome youthful face and the bright gray-blue eyes seem to contain some kind of sparkling expectation.

The anticipation makes people happy and joyful, and it is as comfortable as a long wind blowing.

There is no reason to refuse it.

Amamiya Qianxue heard a violent heartbeat and heard herself saying: "Okay, let's watch the fireworks together."

The throbbing never comes suddenly, but accumulates little by little over a long period of time, just like fireworks rising into the sky.