I turned out to be beautiful and miserable?

"Pfft, then why does Mr. Xingmu think that I will agree to your words?" Doctor Taocheng was not angry, but laughed out loud with trembling body, the silver handcuffs rattled along with his movements, startled and stopped on the window sill birds on the sky.

This kind of person has completely perverted in his heart. Even if he goes to prison, he will not realize his mistake, and will only regret that his plan is not thorough enough.

As a student of criminal psychology at the police academy, Jiu Chuan Xingmu could more or less guess what this person was thinking.

The young man let out a breath, and raised his eyes again, it was completely different.Those eyes that were supposed to be full of emotion seemed like an ancient well without waves at the moment, as black as a sky without a single star at night.

This look made Doctor Taocheng's breathing stagnate, and he roared out incomprehensibly: "Hate? Shouldn't you hate me? Even if I go to prison, you should always remember the harm I caused you, remember Live the aftermath of the nightingale fleeing from its master."

"I still need to hate the murderer who hurt my parents." Jiu Chuan Xingmu blinked, and said indifferently: "How could there be a special place for hating you?"

Doctor Taocheng's body began to tremble, and the boy could accept that he didn't love himself, but he couldn't accept that he treated himself as a stranger no matter what.

Having said that, he has exhausted his benevolence, Jiuchuan Xingmu glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, the conversation time is almost over: "I have finished my words, as for what you will say in the court session, it is all up to you."

After saying this, Jiuchuan Xingmu pulled up the quilt, hid his delicate and small chin in the quilt, and closed his clear eyes.

His downplaying attitude unintentionally annoyed Dr. Taocheng, he clenched his fists and was about to lift the quilt to let those eyes continue to look at him.It's a pity that he hadn't gotten two steps closer. The policeman who heard the movement outside had already kicked open the door and broke in to catch him.

He was dragged out by the arm.

Until the end, his eyes were still fixed on the boy lying on the bed, but it was a pity that the boy didn't look at him again from the beginning to the end.As he himself said, he didn't remember him at all.

-

"Are you okay?" When the ward became quiet, Matsuda Jinhei frowned and asked Jiu Chuan Xingmu: "Why do you want to see that kind of guy?"

"It's okay." Jiu Chuan Xingmu shook his head lightly and tried to sit up, picked up the book on the bedside bomb disposal and read it - after these few weeks, he has gradually accepted the fact that his legs might not be able to recover , but he still did not give up becoming a policeman.

It just changed the target: from searching for murderers to dealing with it.

As long as his major and practical skills are at the best level, preferably at a level that everyone can't match at the same time, he may be admitted as an exception.

As self-willed and rude as entering the police academy.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu made a self-deprecating smile, lifted the book, and asked some questions about Matsuda Jinpei, who has always been excellent in this area.

The book, which was clean when I got it, had been turned over by the young man, and the paper was already worn out. Notes and experiences were densely written on it, and all the questions I didn't understand were annotated with red pens so that I could ask others for advice.

Matsuda felt as flat as a stick in his throat, and the bitterness in his heart surged up like sour bubbles in soda.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu thought very well, but it was not the case.The blasting team is always in danger. Although the level of bomb disposal is very important, a healthy body is obviously more important.

At least...you can escape the scene if you can't complete the bomb defuse.

Even if Jiu Chuan Xingmu was accepted exceptionally, his family would definitely not agree, right?

"Both my parents were orphans, and they both died in an accident when I was in the second grade." The boy seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and for the first time he talked about his family, "Uncle has always respected my family very much." decided, so please rest assured."

"I will definitely become an excellent policeman." Jiu Chuan Xingmu raised his eyes to look at him, and there was firmness in those clear eyes that no one could ignore.

"I see, I'll just tell you." Matsuda Jinpei really wanted to tell him that his companions in the police academy would not support his decision, but at that moment he thought of the boy who had just learned that his leg could not recover. of despair.

If they, as friends, deny the boy's decision, his state will definitely become very bad.

"Hey, thank you Xiaozhenping." The boy blinked his eyes twice, and smiled without the slightest haze, and even imitated Kenji Hagiwara to use this address.

Matsuda Jinpei's expression became terrified, he squeezed his book legs and kicked hard, and the chair slid back a long way: "If you are like this, don't expect me to answer your questions."

"Cut, cheapskate. It doesn't matter if you get called by Yan Er." The young man muttered twice, and finally nodded obediently: "I know, I know."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

That's because Hagiwara Kenji was used to calling himself that way since he was a child, but he felt as if he had goosebumps when Jiu Chuan Xingmu called him that, and he couldn't stop getting hot all over.

No matter how you think about it, you really hate this name, right? !

Matsuda Jinpei, who would never suffer from this kind of thing, suddenly gave a smirk, kicked off the chair with his long legs and slid over again, looked at Jiuchuan Xingmu with a handsome face and raised the book in his hand: "It's called Ou." Ni-chan will give you a lecture."

This time it was Jiu Chuan Xingmu's turn to be speechless: "Xiao Zhenping, so boring."

"Ah?!" Matsuda Zhenping raised his eyebrows, closed the book and put it in its original position, crossed his arms and raised his chin: "Is this your begging attitude?"

"Cut, it's a big deal, I'll send a message to ask Kenji." Jiuchuan Xingmu imitated Matsuda Jinhei and made the same movement, his voice was full of indifference.

"You are too heartless!" Hearing this, Matsuda Zhenhei broke his guard, stretched out his arm and strangled Jiuchuan Xingmu's neck: "Who asks for leave every day to give you Answer the question!"

"It's you, it's you." Jiu Chuan Xingmu also exaggeratedly hoarse with a showman's appearance, "But what can I do if you don't tell me."

Matsuda Jinpei didn't speak, just looked at him, the meaning in his eyes was obvious - isn't it because of your death?

The guilty Jiuchuan Xingmu who was stared at by this gaze coughed twice, couldn't help shrinking his neck, and buried half of his slightly hot face under Matsuda Jinpei's arm. The voice that was so young that it seemed to be blown away by the wind reached Matsuda Jinping's ears: "Oni-chan."

In fact, Matsuda Jinpei is indeed a few months older than Jiuchuan Xingmu.That's why the boy comforted himself and called out.

Ahem, after all, there are people to ask for.

Matsuda Zhenping was stunned for a moment, then mechanically turned his neck and looked at Jiuchuan Xingmu. It wasn't until he saw the boy's red ears that he realized that he had heard correctly.

My ears are itchy and very hot.

Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously let go of Jiu Chuan Xingmu covering his ears, the temperature much higher than the palm of his hand seemed to scald him, and he ran to the bathroom without saying anything.

Jiuchuan Xingmu:? ? ?

Does it sound that gross?

Well, it seems that the lethality should be much higher than that of "Xiaozhenping", but he asked for it.

The boy curled up his lips in a good mood, picked up the book that Matsuda Jinpei had just dropped and continued to read it seriously.

About 10 minutes later, Matsuda Jinpei came out with a dazed face. He must have washed his face. The small curly hair on his forehead was on his full forehead, and his ears were still red. Like a little daughter-in-law who has been molested.

"Is it that exaggerated?" Seeing his state, Jiuchuan Xingmu was stunned, and began to think whether he had gone too far.

The two had known each other for so long, and it was the first time he had seen Matsuda Jinpei in such a mess, and he was obviously a cool guy on weekdays.If it weren't for the overly arrogant character, there would probably be a lot of suitors.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu looked at his face and thought about it.

"No." The moment Matsuda Jinhei heard the boy's voice, he felt unnatural again. He took two steps forward and quickly lifted his bag and said to Jiuchuan Xingmu: "I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do. You can take a picture of the problem. Send it to me, and I'll show you tonight."

After saying this, he opened the door and walked out quickly without looking back. His movements were so fast that Jiuchuan Xingmu had no time to react.

[What's wrong with him...] Xing Mu chewed the toffee in his mouth, and asked the system in a daze.

I was planning to let him take the candy back to share with his friends.

Probably because of the special status of the adopter, Jiuchuan Xingmu has received a lot of gifts since he was hospitalized, and he is willing to generously distribute all kinds of delicious food to his friends.

[I don't know. 】The system sent a dumbfounded expression on the chat panel, and after struggling for a while, it still told the host what it detected just now: [Just when he was in contact with the host just now, his body temperature and heartbeat increased significantly. 】

【Oh, it seems that he must be feeling unwell. 】Xing Mu frowned, a little dissatisfied with Matsuda Jinpei's behavior of concealing his physical condition from his companions, 【This is not just a coincidence in the hospital, why don't you go and have a look. 】

system:……

No, it doesn't feel like it's physically uncomfortable.

But as a string of data, it really couldn't figure out what the reason was, so it still didn't tell Jiuchuan Xingmu this conclusion.

-

Soon it was time for Doctor Taocheng's court session, and Jiu Chuan Xingmu, who was the plaintiff, was naturally pushed to the court in a wheelchair.

The weather is already very hot now, and the air conditioner in the courtroom is fully turned on. The moment he entered, he felt goosebumps all over his body.The assistant who pushed his uncle, because the teenager felt scared when he remembered the two days in captivity, patted his shoulder lightly to comfort him.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu didn't make any excuses either, just pursed his lips and smiled at him, without looking at the dock during the whole process.

As for the doctor who can almost burn people's eyes, what does it have to do with him?

Xing Mu glanced at the system panel, the character's OOC value was only 3%.

Sure enough, as he thought, Jiuchuan Xingmu was never a little sun in the orthodox sense. His parents died before his eyes. That's harmless.

There is a high probability that they are just not interested in everything.

Intentionally hurting people, coupled with the special status of Jiuchuan Xingmu's adoptive person, although it is not a death sentence, it is enough for Doctor Taocheng to sit in prison.

In the end, he didn't bring up the name of Jiu Chuan Xingmu's illness in court, even if he wanted to restore the case, it was just a stroke of the boy's illness.

How many people can dare to say that they have no mental illness when the per capita pressure in modern society is too high?Combined with the dark circles under the eyes of the teenager, the companions of the police academy did not notice anything strange.

After the trial was over, a female police officer with a neat ponytail came over and looked at Jiu Chuan Xingmu's delicate face with some sympathy, but she still said in a businesslike manner, "The prisoner is clamoring to see you."

After the trial, Dr. Taocheng was dragged back by several well-trained police officers. He almost broke his throat trying to attract the young man's attention.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu glanced at the companions who ran over, shook his head neatly in their worried eyes, looked at the police officer and asked pitifully: "I should have the right to refuse...?"

"Of course." The police officer also seemed to be relieved. To be honest, the sense of justice in her heart made her not want the boy to have any contact with that pervert.

After answering the police officer's question, Jiu Chuan Xingmu looked at Jiang Gu Ling and the others with disgust: "Hey, you don't think I will agree, do you?"

"Ahem..." Several people shifted their gazes tacitly, and Kenji Hagiwara even whistled softly out of tune.

Their actions all showed that they acquiesced to the boy's statement.

There is no way, who made Jiuchuan Xingmu even read the love letters of his suitors carefully.He behaved too much like the kind of person who would soften his heart in this kind of thing.

"I'm not a fool." Jiuchuan Xingmu looked at them with half-closed eyes, his voice full of disgust.

"You are!" Several people, including squad leader Date Hang, said in unison.

Jiuchuan Xingmu: "..."

I really miss when my legs were healthy, at least at that time I could give each of them a fist.

A lot of people came from Onizuka's class when the court was held today. They struggled for a long time and finally they didn't bother Jiu Chuan Xingmu. At least they asked the instructor to bring the carnations they jointly bought, and sincerely wished his injury a speedy recovery.

"Instructor Onitsuka..." Jiu Chuan Xingmu held the flowers in a daze, his clear eyes were full of anxiety.

——He was worried that Instructor Onizuka would take out his certificate of completion in the next moment.

"Don't worry." The usually strict and difficult-to-talk instructor sighed softly, and rubbed the boy's head with his dry and warm palm: "I asked the school for it. If your injury can recover, you can do it in November." Continue to report to my class."

These are just words of consolation, in fact everyone is well aware that the teenager's legs are difficult to recover.

But to Jiu Chuan Xingmu, these words are no different from porridge given to the hungry. Even if the next meal is still illusory, they still have the motivation to live.

"Thank you, instructor." The boy's nose was sour, and tears almost fell down again.

But this time he held back.No matter how sad he was, he never forgot that he was a policeman, and he should be used to facing all kinds of pain.

"You're welcome." After all, he was his student, and he had always noticed Jiu Chuan Xingmu's talent.

He naturally knew about the teenager's post-traumatic stress disorder, but he always believed that the teenager could come out, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen again in the end.

Even the police officer who had seen all kinds of life and death couldn't help lamenting the injustice of fate. He sighed deeply, turned and left here.

"Am I repeating the grade?" When Instructor Onizuka walked away, Jiuchuan Xingmu asked with a smile as he looked at his companions with downcast expressions.

"Then we will be your seniors from now on." Jiang Gu Ling took the boy's wheelchair, pushed it and said with a smile.

"Respect your seniors." Matsuda Jinpei was wearing sunglasses today, so he couldn't see his eyes clearly, but what he said was still unbearable as always.

"I don't want it." Jiuchuan Xingmu raised his eyes and looked at him: "I will be very sad to have a senior like you!"

"Hey, have you forgotten how senior stayed up late to help you make up lessons!" Matsuda Jinhei, who was walking beside Jiuchuan Xingmu's wheelchair, could hold his hair with his hand at will, rubbed it vigorously as if venting his anger, and then dissatisfied said.

"Okay, okay, I'll just treat you to a popsicle!" Jiuchuan Xingmu tried his best to save his messy hair, and said flexibly, "I will continue to help me in the future."

The young man looked at him earnestly and full of trust, making Matsuda Zhenping's ears blush, then turned his head, and said in a rough voice: "I know, I know. Anyway, I can review it myself when I tell you. Of course , it would be better if you weren't so stupid."

"Hey! Who are you calling stupid!" Jiuchuan Xingmu, who can be said to be self-taught, frowned. Although he was temporarily inferior to him, no matter how he thought about it, he had nothing to do with the word "stupid" Bar! ?

-

In this way, another period of time passed, and the resting place of Jiuchuan Xingmu finally changed from the hospital to home.

The summer afternoon was terribly stuffy, and it rained heavily almost without warning. The strong wind rolled the light blue curtains and the bean-sized raindrops quickly wet the window sill of his room.

The boy woke up from his dream without warning, and there was a stack of papers with many bomb structures beside his pillow, and they were blown away in an instant.

Jiuchuan Xingmu didn't have time to "save" them. There was no one in the house now, so he had to close the windows by himself.

Whenever it rains, his leg hurts badly. Even after a period of time, the fixing plate on his leg has not been removed. He carefully moves his leg and gets out of bed, trying to ignore the pain there, and uses his good leg to face the pain. Jump to the window.

Maybe it's because I haven't woken up yet and I'm a little confused, or maybe my legs are really hurting too much.

The moment he hit the ground, he bumped into a chair and fell to the ground. With the sound of the chair falling and a loud thunder outside, everything seemed to stop and he froze in place.

Without warning, a thick smell of smoke wafted from his nostrils, mixed with a gust of hot air, and hit him.

on fire?

No, it's not.

How could there be a fire in such heavy rain outside? It was the loud explosion outside like the second grade elementary school that caused his illness to occur without any warning.