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The underground laboratory in front of him has collapsed, and walking inside the ruins, Ping Daoyang can still see some armed police corpses in the ruins.

——When the laboratory exploded suddenly, and the roads were complicated, the policemen dug for a long time, but they couldn't dig out all their colleagues who were killed by the bombing. They could only set up some clothes graves.

Date Hang and Matsuda Jinpei, who met here again, took a few steps forward, trying to dig out the corpse of the public security under the rubble, but the reinforced concrete collapsed and crossed each other, binding the corpse tightly to this steel cage. Among them, no matter how hard the two of them tried, it would be difficult to shake them.

So in the end, they could only take off the ring on the policeman's ring finger.

The diamond on the ring has been knocked off, perhaps hidden in a corner of the ruins, and now there are only empty diamond-faced trays on it.

"I remember this person. It's our classmate, Takeuchi Yamaaki." Datehang lowered his eyes and swept the dust off the ring. "It's from the Shilao class next door. They just got married this year."

Maybe those who want to get married and those who are going to get married always cherish each other. When Takeuchi Yamaaki got married, he even invited Date to the wedding.

"I'm not talking about you, Date." Between the drinks, Takeuchi Yamaaki, wearing a suit, came over and hooked Date's neck, "You and your girlfriend have been talking for more than seven years, right? When are you planning to get married?" ?”

Probably because people are in good spirits on happy occasions, even if Takeuchi Yamaaki is a little drunk, the expression on his face is still high-spirited.

He put down the wine glass in the other hand, patted Itahang's chest, "I have already prepared the big red envelope here!"

It's just a pity that Takeuchi Yamaaki's red envelopes can no longer be given out now.

This man died at the age of 29, sleeping deep in the ground. Once the photos faded, they became the photos on the grave, so that even the memories of others at this time looked like lonely and gloomy gazes.

[The red envelope that can’t be given out, I’m a human being, I’m not a chopping board QAQ! Weique, ah, Weique! Weique, you have done all kinds of bad things!]

[Thinking about it this way seems to hurt even more. I'm soft-hearted and don't want to see this kind of thing. He died in the line of duty when he was just married. What should his wife think and live?This person, this person who swore to be with him for the rest of his life, left unexpectedly and quietly. 】

【Don’t stab, don’t stab! Masters, don’t stab! I wasn’t killed by the manga, I’m going to be stabbed to death by you first!】

[No, don't bother to whine, don't you have a big boss come and study this kid Mizutani Shota with me?I don't understand his behavior. He was so crazy when he blew up the Skytree, and now he's here to give clues? 】

[In the front, Shota Mizutani is obviously in the same group as Mori Sheng Mirai, and they are all mixed with water. 】

[I don't think so, I think Shota Mizutani might have died by accident?Like taking the wrong medicine or something. 】

[Well, the people inside the black organization can't distinguish the poison in their own house, and the ones in front, I think this is unlikely. 】

……

Hirashima Yang looked away from the barrage that started the quarrel, and let go of the hand with white knuckles.

In fact, he was also thinking about Shota Mizutani.

Comics are serialized one chapter at a time, and the timeline may be very long for the readers on the other side of the screen, so people will always feel tired and unwilling to discuss the plot too much, but when they can argue like this It's still rare, and that should prove that the previous comics didn't show any signs of Shota Mizutani's actions this time.

That is to say, there will be other clues on the scene, and other plots will be released soon.

Ping Daoyang's thoughts were flying wildly, but suddenly he heard a familiar voice, and he smelled a faint smell of formalin in his nostrils.

"Hirashima." Matsuda Jinpei didn't know when he turned sideways and looked at him standing in the corner with empty eyes, and the worry in his eyes flashed past. "Are you okay? Why don't you go up and find Hagi first?"

This underground laboratory is near the sea, and Ping Daoyang, who used to be healthy, has no problem coming down, but it will be difficult to stay in this slightly humid environment with injuries such as fractures.

Only then did Hirashima Yang come back to his senses.

He shook his head, "It's okay."

Then he moved his eyes and set his eyes on the ruins.

[Reinforcing bars - the rebar used to support the building, most of which have broken. ]

[Iron Plates - The iron plates that make up the walls of the laboratory passageway are mostly broken or bent, and a few are rusted. ]

[Rock Fragment—a unique rock by the sea, which collapsed with the explosion. ]

[Chandelier - sandwiched between rocks and iron plates, bulb glass shattered. ]

[Soil—wet soil, mixed with a little glass slag, a corner of which is protruding from the soil. ]

Ping Daoyang took a few steps forward, bent over and scraped away the dirt.

A corner of the black bag was protruding from the soil, and Hirashima Yo moved the light of the flashlight over to illuminate the bit of fabric.

In fact, it is not accurate that this is a bag, it is more like a package, and it is still made of the fabric of the clothes.

And the fabric is quite familiar too.

"What's wrong?" Matsuda Jinping looked at him.

"...This is my black suit." Ping Daoyang picked up the package, shaking off the dirt and glass shards on it, and there were some sounds of glass colliding inside. "Shota Mizutani is the only one who can use this suit for packing."

Then he opened the package, and there were three medicinal syringes and a letter inside.

[Substitute 1 - not yet used, there are fingerprints on the glass tube, the sun is down. ]

[Substitute 2 - not yet used, there are fingerprints on the glass tube, and the future will be born. ]

[Substitute 3 - not yet used, fingerprints on the glass tube, Shota Mizutani. ]

Putting the three scapegoats in his pocket temporarily, Hirashima Yang tilted his head and clamped the flashlight, and opened the letter in his hand.

The shadow of the letter was infinitely elongated by the light of the flashlight.

"Officer Zhiping Island," he read, "Long time no see. If you find this place, it should prove that you have obtained our surrogates. These surrogates have never been used. If they are handled properly, they will become your three Extra lives..."

The more Ping Daoyang thought about it, the more confused he became.

The sense of bewilderment in his heart is even worse than when he saw the clues at Lianjia under the sun.

"The following is a list of what we have collected about the Black Organization's stronghold of brainwashing technology laboratories..."

[The ground floor of No. [-] Middle School, Kanagawa, Japan. ]

[Ground floor of Toyoaki Seafood Market, Aomori Prefecture, Japan. ]

[Ground Floor, Church of the Bell Church, London, UK. ]

[Tonjohn Farms, CA, USA. ]

[Italian Czechoslovakia KTV field. ]

……

[196 E, 980 W, name unknown. ]

There is a long string of information in black and white, which indeed shows the betrayal of Cognac. If nothing else, the last place with an unknown name may be the largest laboratory of the Black Organization.

"—Then I wish you all the best, Officer Hirashima."

After reading the long list for three or four minutes, it stopped and ended with the last sentence. The three people looked at each other for a while in front of the ruins of the underground laboratory, but found that no one could say anything, and finally all fell into silence.

"...What the hell is Shota Mizutani doing?" After a while, Matsuda Jinpei finally broke the silence.

The curly-haired man tried to improve the frozen atmosphere here, but unfortunately, after this sentence ended, he didn't say anything again.

Silence seems to strangle people.

And in such silence, Hirashima Yang looked at the manga that finally stopped pretending to be dead and began to spit out the plot that had been hidden before.

*

Half a year ago, Tokyo Self-service Barbeque Field.

Self-service barbecue has always been the choice of the cash-strapped student party. Looking around, the barbecue area is full of students on vacation. They are either talking and laughing with each other holding glasses of wine, or watching the oven and eating hard. All in all, a piece of Joyful liberating atmosphere.

And in the innermost private room on the second floor of the roasting area, there were two people sitting face to face who should not be here at all.

"That guy Mizutani hasn't arrived yet." Staring at the barbecue on the grill, Sen Shenglai impatiently knocked on the watch, "If he doesn't come, this wave of barbecue will be burnt!"

"Well, don't be so anxious." With a smile on the corner of his eyes, Yu Xia stretched out his hand to turn the barbecue over, turning the cooked side on top, "Mizutani is different from us after all, he is an action team, so we still have to Work well in the organization."

Speaking of this, Sensheng stopped tapping his fingers on the dial in the future, sighed, and lay down on the baking table.

Those swarthy eyes looked at Ri Xialian, with hesitation in his tone, "...can we really succeed?"

That is a black shadow spanning half a century. Can a few of them really succeed in overthrowing the organization?

"Actually, I don't know." Rixia even put down the trap, "but I know that if we don't do it, we will never succeed."

He put the overcooked roast meat on the unused plate next to Mori's future elbow, "Weare going to create anewera."

- We want to create a new era.

"Okay, okay, okay, don't drag your English, young master, I know your English is good." Shota Mizutani pushed open the door of the private room, still wearing the uniform of Tedan Middle School.

Then he slammed the door, sat down next to Sensheng Future, took the plate of barbecue away, picked up the chopsticks, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"How long has it been since you ate?" Sen Sheng didn't care about his meat being taken away in the future, and turned around to grab the plate in front of Rixialian. "Is the task of organizing difficult?"

Shota Mizutani swallowed the meat in his mouth, "...That's not true."

He picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, "I'm taking an acting class recently."

So the three people present fell silent.

How does it feel to be deceived once you are exposed?

What's it like once you find out you're an executioner?

——They knew why Mizutani Shota took an acting class, because they were the two who broke the news about the media back then, and they faced the collapse of Mizutani Shota head-on.

"What do you want us to do today?" Thinking of the past, Shota Mizutani put down the meat in his hands, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the initiator Higamiren. "The few of us are pretending to be unfamiliar in the organization, and we will be exposed if we stay for a long time."

Hearing this, Sensheng also looked towards Hixialian in the future.

She was also called here suddenly, and she didn't know what Rixialian called them for today.

"It's about our way of retreat." Yu Xialian put his hands on the bridge and propped it on the table, "It's time for us to discuss this."

retreat.

Shota Mizutani frowned at the two words that he had never thought of.

"Hisaka." He straightened up from the chair, his rose red eyes fixed on Hisakalian, "What's the matter with your love affair?"

Kusaka even had a relationship in school recently, and they all know it very well.

Shota Mizutani raised the corners of his mouth, "Just having a relationship makes you retreat?"

"...This matter has nothing to do with Reiya, and I didn't say that." Kusaka paused, "It's just that you know our identities."

Everyone is a member of the Black Organization. They commit murder and arson. The experiment is inhumane from the beginning to the end. Moreover, they are not undercover agents. Even if they are minors, they may be equally unforgivable.

"It's easy for Sensheng to be a scientific researcher. In the future, he can choose to stay in a domestic research institute. The most important thing is you and me, Shota." Kusakalian said.

"...What else can I do?" After a while, Shota Mizutani scratched his hair, his tone tired, "Of course I'm a murderer, and I'm going to go to jail. You are an intelligence officer, and you don't do much work. If you can become a black informant in the future, you will be a black informant." The black informant should have no major problems in the future."

Then Shota Mizutani got up from the chair, "I thought you asked us here today to ask something, but it turned out to be such a big deal?"

While talking, he walked out without looking back, but when he reached the door, he didn't know what to think again, so he turned around again.

"Sensheng," he said, "if possible, prepare medicine for me."

"What type of medicine do you need?" Sensheng didn't doubt that he would be in the future, or she always didn't go into the requirements of her companions.

But fortunately, Shota Mizutani will not let her trust down.

The boy with rose-red eyes pursed his lips, recalling the book by Kyogoku Natsuhiko he had read, and said, "I want poison, the worse the poison that makes people die, the better."

If Weique had the intention of using him to attack Ping Daoyang, after collecting enough information, he would not let Weique get what he wanted.

Before that, the most important thing is to survive in the black organization and collect intelligence.Even if life is miserable, even if there is more blood on his hands, even if he has to be awakened by nightmares over and over again, he must survive.

"I'm my father's son." He leaned against the door, whispering, "...I'm a descendant of the police."

Then Shota Mizutani woke up suddenly from the raving.

Under the gaze of his companions, he lowered his head and left the private room without saying a word.

And not long after, on the third day after Mizutani Shota entered the mental hospital, he received a surrogate death for Kusakaren and Mori Mirai from Mori Mirai himself.

"We are actually ready for death." The prison guards all retreated here, and Sensheng whispered in his ear in the future, "Leave this thing to the police, we don't need it."

At the same time, a paper package was pushed over.

"This is the medicine you asked for." She smiled, "Although I don't know how you want to use it, but if I die earlier than you, then the rest of the information will also be entrusted to you."

She didn't ask Shota Mizutani what he wanted to do, and got up to leave.

——It is light that attracts nocturnal creatures, but only flames can glow at night due to burning, so the end of their chasing light must also be burned by fire.

Kusakaren, Mizutani Shota, and Mori Mirai, the three of them seemed to be completing a relay race with no end in sight. Kusakaren and Mori Mirai stopped halfway, and Mizutani Shota took the baton in their hands and moved forward Keep running until one day, you also stop on the road.

Maybe the road ahead is still far away, but this is the limit of what they can do.

*

And above the ground, in the hospital trail.

"Then, does Ms. Hayakawa know anything about Shota Mizutani?" Kenji Hagiwara asked.

"About Shota Mizutani..."

Hayakawa Nana folded the packing bag in her hand and threw it into the trash can next to her, "I did meet him when I slipped out of the ward and wandered around the hospital the night before, and that was the first time I saw him come out of that elevator. "

She slowed down her tone, as if recalling, "Shota Mizutani had a strange expression at that time. He seemed a little sad, but he seemed to have made up his mind."

Kenji Hagiwara was silent for a while, and then said, "How did Ms. Hayakawa judge?"

"Huh? You asked me how I judged." Hayakawa Nana patted off the bread crumbs on her hands, leaned her face back to Hagiwara Kenji, her eyes were full of seriousness. "It's the same as our star chasing. Eyes, movements, a word, a sentence, you can tell whether you are in the same position."

She pointed to her eyes.

"The look in his eyes was very different and there was a 'I'm about to die too' vibe in it, which was a sign of self-sacrifice."

"Perhaps self-sacrifice will drive people to the noble," Hayakawa Nana said to herself, perhaps as students of the Department of Philosophy at Tokyo University, they always have their own opinions and views on this.

"—but equally, it drives man to death."