Sente Eiji's Black Friday

Inside the police hospital.

Natsume Eiji hung up the phone, returned the phone to Matsuda Jinpei, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's finally resolved."

"Who the hell is that kid, who actually needs the instructor to contact the higher-ups?" Matsuda Zhenping asked suspiciously.

"It's hard to tell you this..." Natsume Eiji was vague, "In short, he is a bad boy who will be arrested here if I don't call."

After all, the former Mafia cadre at the port and the police hospital, which strictly checks documents when entering and exiting, don't get along very well.

... Isn't that what it means that the kid is a criminal?

Matsuda Jinpei clicked his tongue and frowned a little irritably.

Having said that, he is no longer a stunned young man who just graduated, and he somewhat understands that some criminals have to be arrested without asking questions, especially when some extremely large criminal organizations are involved.

Those criminal organizations are the places where his instructor and two friends have been lurking. They are top secret and cannot be known to outsiders, so even if this kid jumps into the river in the public, it may be found by some organization at any time that he is fake death Natsume Eiji must take the risk of being exposed to save him, and he shouldn't ask too much.

……hateful.

"I'm back~"

A cheerful voice broke the silent atmosphere, Kenji Hagiwara walked towards the examination room with two cups of hot drinks. The two people who sat and stood one by one outside the examination room glanced at the gloomy-looking You Shuran, and he couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

If you miss one step, you will miss every step. What a pity, Zhen Pingjiang.

The object is a respected instructor and a close friend. In this case, he can't fight for Yu Shuran. He can only feel sorry for Matsuda Jinhei in his heart, but he has to pretend that he doesn't know anything.

Thinking of this, Hagiwara Kenji gave a wry smile, and in the next second he returned to his usual cheerfulness, and handed a cup of hot drink to Eiji: "Drink some coffee to warm your body, instructor, the cold is not good."

"Ah, thank you." Natsume Eiji took the coffee and sighed while holding it in his hand.

At this moment, the door of the examination room opened, and Osamu Dazai, who had changed into a hospital gown like Eiji, came out, looking very cute with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes.

But this did not prevent Matsuda Jinpei from snorting heavily, not hiding his dislike.

Natsume Eiji sighed helplessly: "I'm sorry, Matsuda, Hagiwara, let me talk to this child alone."

"Ah?! Didn't you just say that this brat is a crime——!"

"Well, Jinpei-chan, since the instructor said so..." Hagiwara Ken quickly handed another cup of hot drink to Dazai Osamu, and then held up the excited Yokoran, and dragged him out with a dry smile.

The noise gradually faded away, Natsume Eiji took a sip of coffee, and asked the silent young man in front of him, "Did the doctor find any injuries?"

Dazai didn't speak.

Eiji raised his eyebrows, then patted the seat next to him: "Sit?"

Osamu Dazai still didn't respond, but silently looked down at the hot cocoa in his hand that exuded a sweet smell, with a very vague expression on his face.

Eiji didn't say anything more this time, he drank the coffee in his hand slowly, and then got up to leave.

The moment he passed by Osamu Dazai, the young man who kept his head down finally moved. He grabbed Eiji's wrist, his knuckles turned white with such force, "...Are you leaving?"

"I'm just going to throw out the trash." Natsume Eiji calmly turned to look at him, shaking the empty cup in his hand in a gesture.

But Osamu Dazai acted as if he didn't hear, and asked softly, "Are you leaving?"

"..."

Eiji couldn't help smiling, raised his hand and accurately threw the empty cup into the trash can, and at the same time sighed with a slow smile: "Shuji is indeed a smart boy."

—he admitted it.

This idea flashed across Osamu Dazai's mind for a moment, and then he only felt a "buzz" in his brain, almost unable to stand still in pain.

"How did you guess?" asked the source of his pain.

But Osamu Dazai acted as if he didn't hear it, and opened his mouth to ask hoarsely but piercingly: "Are you leaving me again?"

He held the man's hand so tightly that his veins were almost bulging, his gloomy eyes were dim, and his body exuded the dark coldness that belonged only to Hong Kong and black cadre Osamu Dazai.

However, Natsume Eiji remained unhurried, and even had the mood to let out a long, perfunctory nasal sound: "Mmm——"

A strong force suddenly came from the side.

Natsume Eiji was pushed hard against the wall, his cold expression remained unchanged in his smile, but he raised his right hand precisely, directly covering the lips that the young man raised in haste.

The four eyes met, calm and rapid breathing intertwined, and then, the iris-colored eyes flickered a few times, and crystal tears flowed from the corners of the eyes.

"You have crossed the line, Xiuzhi." The man who was being held down spoke softly, but with one sentence, everything was clarified in an instant.

"So you are a hopeless bastard." Osamu Dazai pushed him away violently, stepped back a few steps with chaotic breathing and trembling, his lips were trembling constantly, his eyes were sharp and inexplicably sad, revealing Heartbreaking water light.

"Why do you say that about me?" The man tilted his head and showed a puzzled expression. He looked surprisingly innocent, but it would only make Osamu Dazai feel ironic in this situation.

"What are you still pretending... You knew everything from the beginning, and unilaterally decided from the beginning that our relationship can only be [master and servant], don't you?!"

The young man who was far smarter than ordinary people couldn't help asking excited questions, so excited that tears rolled down his eyes.

"That's why I didn't say anything the day I met Zhongya at your house, because I knew that even if I worked up the courage to approach you, the situation wouldn't change in the slightest...I knew it..."

The young man shook his head subconsciously, struggling to pull out a pale, deadly smile on his face, which looked so sharp and sarcastic, but at the same time so desperate and desolate.

He said softly, with a feeble and weak voice: "Although you used that Toru Amuro as a cover, in fact you still want to go back to your hometown, right? That's it. Since it was destined to be lost from the very beginning, then Why should I approach you? Facts also prove that I am right..."

Hearing this, Natsume Eiji's eyes moved slightly, and the calm mask that had been unchanged from just now finally had a wave of waves.

He frowned imperceptibly, stared straight at Osamu Dazai, and asked inexplicably under his flickering gaze: "Is that what you think?"

"Is there anything wrong with my thinking so?" Osamu Dazai turned his head to avoid his gaze, and asked in a calm tone, "You have never cared about me. Did I say something wrong?"

"Of course you're wrong, and it's a big mistake." Natsume Eiji denied politely.

Osamu Dazai was startled, and turned to look at him unconsciously: "...what?"

Natsume Eiji ignored his meaningless questioning, and instead asked sharply: "When did you become so proficient in this trick of escaping reality and accusing others? So much so that you can turn a blind eye to my sincerity?"

He stared at Osamu Dazai without avoiding it, the sadness and sincerity in his eyes made him panic.

The young man lowered his gaze and denied with a stiff face, "I don't know what you're talking about—"

"You really don't know?" Natsume Eiji interrupted him forcefully, raised his feet and forced him to the base of the wall step by step, looking down at him with a panicked expression.

"You said I never cared about you, so you mean, everything I did for you 11 years ago was fake? Is it also fake that I lost my life for you?"

He raised his hand to press the wall behind Osamu Dazai, covering him in the shadow below him, and under his fearful gaze, his tone became a little bit aggressive:

"Or do you mean that after 11 years, it is fake that I don't care that you forced me to death many times? I pretended not to see your intentional purpose of jumping into the river in the downtown area, regardless of the fact that the organization chasing me might It is also false to find out that I am also going to save you?!"

"I...I..." Osamu Dazai opened and closed his mouth in vain.

Under the piercing and disappointed gaze of the blue eyes above his head, he felt as if a sponge had suddenly been blocked in his throat, blocking his once eloquent mouth from being able to utter a word.

Natsume Eiji looked at him without saying a word, and after a while, he straightened up and took a step back, but there was a bit of indifference on his face that made Osamu Dazai terrified.

"Also, it's not right for you to say that I used it as a cover." The blue-haired man said calmly, restraining the emotions he had shown when he questioned the young man just now, as if his whole body had become tired.

Under Dazai Osamu's staring blankly, he said as if he felt very powerless: "I can't find my way back to Konoha, Shuji. For me, this world is my home, you and Chuya is the family member I have the deepest bond with.”

"I chose Chuya first, but on the night of the fireworks at the hot spring hotel, I integrated the memory of 【Eiji Tsushima】. At that time, I realized that you might be the person I was looking for."

"—but you never told me that you love me too."

"What... what?" Dazai Osamu's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

He seemed to finally understand something at this moment, but he habitually didn't dare to think about it, as if this would save him from getting hurt.

However, Natsume Eiji did not give him the slightest room to escape - he raised his eyes and stared at him with such sad eyes, leaving a feathery but heavy sigh in the air.

"That's why I finally chose Toh after going through the age-regression incident, and decided to stay for him."

"...You said, if you had kissed me earlier like today, would our result have been different?"

——Can our results be different?

Standing one step away from Eiji, Osamu Dazai suddenly felt pain in his heart.

He felt that he was being severely torn by an invisible big hand, and the severe pain that made him unable to breathe spread all over his body. He tried his best to open his mouth, but he could only tremble and make an extremely weak, heartbreaking sound :"etc……"

The blue-haired man turned and left without saying a word.

At that moment, Osamu Dazai suddenly felt unparalleled panic, a premonition that he would never be able to save Eiji if he missed this moment enveloped him, making him no longer care about hesitation and evasion, he staggered a few steps and grabbed Eiji's body sleeves:

"Wait, Eiji! I was wrong, I'm sorry... I was really wrong!! You forgive me... Can you forgive me?"

Tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, the proud young man gave up his temptation, his pride, and everything he had refused to give up as if he was dizzy before, and hugged his beloved who was about to disappear in his life with all his hands and feet , crying like a child.

However, the man with his back was just silent, lowered his head quietly but firmly wanted to pull his hand away.

This move undoubtedly became the last straw that crushed Osamu Dazai, and made him cry hopelessly at that moment: "Eiji——!!"

"That's enough, Dazai-sama."

The indifferent murmur of the most familiar person came from ahead.

Warm and cool hands tore him apart regardless of his struggle, and his calm tone no longer had the tenderness within his reach.

"We've stopped here."

"... If Toru sees it, I will be very troubled."

a few days later.

Under the guise of "being brave enough to save those who fell into the water", a commendation meeting was held for the undercover policeman Eiji Natsume who returned with glory.

By the way, because Zhu Fujing's bright state is still "died in the line of duty", his commendation has been postponed infinitely. Perhaps only on the day when the organization is destroyed, he can be awarded together with Jiang Guling tower.

But Zhu Fu Jingguang obviously didn't care about this kind of thing - all his thoughts were on Ying Er, who he would see soon.

This commendation meeting is also the celebration of Natsume Eiji's official promotion to chief inspector. It is open to the inside and strictly confidential to the outside world. The venue is the graduation hall of the Police Academy of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Coming back here after four years, even Natsume Eiji felt a little nostalgic.

But what has to be done still needs to be done.

Fifteen minutes before the meeting, today's protagonist stands on the side of an empty curtain and makes a phone call that no one can expect.

"Hey--"

"Teacher Sen?"

Ten minutes before the start of the meeting, Natsume Eiji hung up the phone, adjusted the tie of his formal suit, and turned his head to look at the dark police colleagues under the stage.

The man with beautiful cat eyes stood in a corner where he could be seen, his eyes were always chasing him with warmth like water, and he was keenly caught, and he raised his hand to say hello quietly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched the bright smile on his face, he couldn't help laughing himself, and waved his hand in response.

Five minutes before the start of the meeting, as if he had a premonition, the man with his back turned to the backstage suddenly smiled and said, "I thought you were so cruel that you just left me and didn't come."

"Heh... how can that work? I have something very, very important and I have to take it away today."

A familiar male voice came from behind, Natsume Eiji turned around with a smile, and immediately met the man's purple-gray eyes bent into crescents.

"Congratulations, Eiji."

After looking at each other for a moment, Jiang Gu Ling whispered his congratulations.

He brushed off the hood that concealed his face, staring at the man in police uniform with the shining stars beside him, his eyes couldn't stop sour.

"Look at you, what's the matter." Natsume Eiji laughed, stepped forward and wiped the corners of his eyes with his thumb, with a heart-warming softness in his brows, "Why are you still crying on such a happy day?"

"You're crying." Jiang Guling muffled in his palm, and then seemed to feel a little ashamed, he raised his head with red eyes, and stared at him with a forced look: "Don't talk about me, you What? Are you ready for what you want to exchange today?"

"Of course I'm ready, how could I forget it!" Natsume Eiji raised his eyebrows triumphantly, took his left hand and interlocked his ten fingers, rubbing the fingers intimately and lingeringly.

Doing this in a sacred auditorium where there are countless colleagues in the audience seems a bit too challenging and shameful.

The blond man's face flushed slightly, and he was trying to break free awkwardly, when he saw the man opposite him leaning towards him with a smirk that made him blush and heartbeat, and whispered in his ear:

"Is today's exposure xp very satisfying, Mr. Bourbon?"

"!!!"

Jiang Gu Ling blushed from head to toe suddenly, and was so ashamed that his head almost smoked: "Get out - oh oh!!"

"Hush——" the culprit covered his mouth with disapproval, but the corner of his mouth grinned hatefully, "What are you doing, Police Officer Jianggu? What if everyone finds out doing these things in the sacred auditorium?"

"Who did these things to you! Whoever mentioned x, xp first!!"

Jiang Gu Ling pulled his hand off, gritted his teeth, glared at him with a red face, and couldn't help laughing with him in the end, and punched him on the shoulder with a reproachful fist, the smile was so unnoticed by himself Arrived sweet:

"Really! Don't be ridiculous, it's your turn to be on stage, big hero."

He glanced at his boss who was the first to act as the host, then retracted his eyes and carefully adjusted Ying Er's skirt, tie and police rank, and finally took a step back, staring at him intently with eyes as bright as stars, and slowly smiled. Eye.

"You're handsome, Officer Natsume."

Natsume Eiji looked at him, and suddenly smiled brightly: "No, today's most handsome police officer is still one step away."

He handed the police cap that had been on the crook of his arm to Fugu Ling, and after he took it in a daze, he bent down with his hands behind his back, and slightly lowered his head towards him.

Jiang Gu Ling's eyes widened slowly, and the corners of his eyes unconsciously seeped water.

He raised his head unconsciously, took a serious step forward, and put the police cap bearing the cherry blossom badge on the hero's head.

The moment the brim of the hat fell, the handsome man with deep blue eyes smiled at him, and the dazzling light shone into his calm and gentle eyes, making his face look divine with light.

At that moment, Jiang Gu Ling seemed to be insane.

He stared blankly at the person he loved the most as he walked towards the stage where everyone was looking at him, his heart beating uncontrollably.

Oops.

...he wanted to kiss him so much.

On the hour, the commendation officially began.

The boss gave way, and the protagonist of the meeting stood tall and straight in the middle of the podium, his resolute eyes were brighter than the scorching sun.

At that moment, the lover behind the curtain looked at him, the students in the audience looked at him, and the boss on the stage also looked at him.

They watched the hero who only a few people knew his true identity and achievements speak out, watched his burning eyes, heroic aura, and extraordinary figure.

In the corner of the auditorium, a man with pink hair and squinting eyes sneaked in, opened his olive green eyes, and cast loving and complicated eyes on the man.

In the life imprisonment cell, the TV used for the thought reformation of the prisoners broadcast the commendation live, and the green pupils as cold as poisonous snakes stared straight at the face of the man on the stage.

On the roof a few hundred meters away, a lonely black-haired young man pressed his headset from his back, and cast his eyes melancholy at the police academy, as if he could see the person who was speaking in this way.

In addition to these people, there is also a thin black figure who has been following Eiji for a long time, and finally found a chance to implement the plan.

At this moment, in the shadow that no one noticed, the pale woman in black robe stared blankly at the photo in her hand, and after a long time, she gently pressed the blond young girl to her heart.

"Don't worry, Miles."

She spoke in a soft tone, but her eyes concealed a crazy murderous intent, shooting at the man in the center of the spotlight like a vicious sharp arrow.

"There is nothing more painful than killing him now."

The hero's speech has come to the end.

At that time, everyone thought that this day would end perfectly, that the hero would continue to live a beautiful life like a fairy tale, and that the powerful and handsome Chosen One should enjoy the admiration of everyone.

——The protagonist, who was smiling all over his face until the last second, suddenly pressed his heart in the next second, and collapsed amidst the horrified noise, vomiting blood heartbreakingly.

blood.

Furutani Rei, who was the first to rush to Natsume Eiji's side, hugged him tightly, the shocking blood was reflected in his frightened and constricted pupils, his eyes were tearing apart.

So much blood.

——Why is there so much blood?

The voices of "Doctor", "Officer Natsume", and "Instructor" screamed all around, and at that moment they were all far away from Furutani Rei.

The world lost its sound and everything lost its color. He hugged his lover and knelt on the ground, his eyes were full of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"...Eiji?"

The blond man felt the loss of body temperature in his arms, and at a certain moment he called out in a daze.

Strangely, in a world that was gray except for the two of them, his lover responded to him.

Warm and cool hands caressed his face, leaving traces of hot blood.Then he took his hand and placed it on the blood-stained heart, as if silently implying something.

But at that time, Jiang Gu Ling was already unable to think.

All he knew was that at the last moment of his life, the person he loved the most in his life was watching him, and he opened his mouth with some difficulty——

"Don't...cry."

don't cry.

As if a heavy hammer hit the back of the head, Jiang Gu Ling was shocked, and finally a dying beast screamed from his chest.

How could this be...how could this be.

who is it?Why?when?what to do?

All the complicated thoughts were blurred in his mind, and it seemed that everything was blank. He didn't think about anything except trembling and crying.

But when he came back to his senses, it seemed that the body dominated by another self was already performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation spontaneously. He leaned over and pressed a desperate kiss on his lover's lips, and tears fell drop by drop on his calm and cold face.

Don't die, don't die, don't die, Eiji.

...don't leave him alone.

He hasn't taken back his real name, he hasn't given him his own elaborate ring, they haven't...

Did not say love to each other.

In the malicious assassination of an undercover police officer that day, the suspect was finally identified as Ayako Kuki, the former head of ten members of Port Mafia, a supernatural criminal organization in Yokohama.

The entire police system was extremely outraged and attached great importance to the murder of the undercover hero, and dispatched more than a dozen elite police officers to set up a task force, and the Zero team of the Police Department was impressively organized.

It's just that in the end, the suspect was not found by the task force, but executed by the port Mafia himself.

On the day the incident ended, the task force brought back the corpse of Kuki Ayako, who seemed to have been destroyed by countless heavy objects to the point of being inhuman.

Because this matter involved many confidential matters, it was finally sealed up by the Metropolitan Police Department in the form of a confidential case.The sealed file records the real name of the undercover hero who was killed, as well as his sad cause of death——

"Mr. Jiang Gu."

The subordinate's voice sounded hesitantly behind him.

In the cold dissecting room, the man standing there like a statue stood there for a long while, as if he had finally come to his senses, he withdrew his eyes from the corpse covered with white cloth behind the glass, and looked at the man behind him.

"What was the cause of death?"

His mouth moved, making a hoarse and feeble voice as if he had lost his life.

The subordinate's eye sockets were sore, and he lowered his head and handed in the forensic doctor's autopsy report.

"After autopsy, the cause of death was blockage of the heart cavity caused by a foreign object in the heart. Because there was no trauma, Officer Natsume's healing ability was unable to function, and he died of acute heart failure..."

"Foreign object in the heart...?"

The blond man murmured and repeated, and after a while, he thought of something slowly, and his trembling pupils slowly swept towards the evidence bag in the hands of his subordinates.

The subordinates were already in tears.

He handed the evidence bag to his superior with both hands, barely daring to look him in the eye: "Mr. Jianggu...please mourn...please..."

"..."

It seemed like a long, long time before Jiang Gu Ling took the small bag and gently poured out the contents.

A silver men's ring fell into his palm, and a beautiful deep blue diamond was embedded in the ring. The style was generous and simple, never out of the ordinary.

Slowly, the ring began to tremble, and an equally trembling hand gently pinched it, caressing the "Eiji" on the inside of the ring as if stroking a supreme treasure.

Lights flashed.

On the diamond with the same color as someone's eyes, there is a layer of blood-like red light.

Never, can not fade.