As a screenwriter, I don't understand you very well

Toru Amuro turned his head in front of his subordinates in a bit of embarrassment.

Toru Amuro, who has never had much literary talent, suddenly remembered a poem.

"What can I do to keep you?

I give you thin streets, desperate sunsets, and wild moons.

I offer you the sorrow of a man who looks long and long at the Lonely Moon...

…I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith. "*

He thought of the silent night after the boy's adoptive father, Mr. Oda, had just left.

There is no wind and not a single star.

The sky was silently black, surrounded by layers of dark clouds, falling oppressively.

The silver-haired boy just looked at the bright moon quietly, without any other expression on his face, just a faint one.

That's when he remembered the poem.

This poem is placed on the young man, and somehow it brings a kind of sad despair.

Toru Amuro thought, he was such a jerk.

When the boy fell, he had a relieved and relaxed smile on his face and cut his heart fiercely, but no blood came out.

He took a puff of cigarette tremblingly.

The teenager's influence on him was beyond his imagination.

How old should Cinderella be, he thought?

At most eighteen or nineteen years old.

He remembered when he was in his early twenties.

It is the confident and unruly smile in the police academy, the joy of running wildly when being punished for running on the playground, and the tacit look in each other's eyes when being reprimanded by Onizuka police officer with a black face together with his contemporaries.

It is wanton youth.

Think back to teenagers.

——It is a serious illness.

In the video, there are embers that have never been shown in front of the water friends.

"I said," the young man who was wrapped in layers of bandages casually brushed his long hair that was hanging down, looked at Bourbon's face sinking, and sighed helplessly, "It's a wound that can't die, why worry so much."

It's just that Bourbon's hand holding the medical record behind his back has turned white.

——It is the struggle of sinking in the darkness.

The pale boy in a black windbreaker passed by JK, who was carefree, wearing a beautiful school uniform, and laughing happily with a few friends. The boy's movements were barely perceptible.

The gray-blue eyes inadvertently glanced at the boys and girls brimming with youth, and lowered their eyelids slightly, covering up the self-mockery and envy that flashed inside.

——You are a dusk that cannot sink, and a dawn that cannot light up...

It is the sun that never rises again, the morning that never rises.

The boy who was dressed in black on the rooftop and shot with extreme indifference was no longer there, and Scotland's emaciated face appeared.

The young man with stunning talent is a flower that blooms in the darkness.

I didn't realize it at first, but gradually, I encountered the softness of stamens and the fragrance of flowers in getting along.

Obviously he has prepared a witness protection plan.

Obviously, he has already made a report for the boy, so that the boy's talent in scientific research can be brought into full play.

Obviously, the dawn can be ushered in.

Obviously you can wait until dawn.

The ruthless gunshots on the rooftop shattered the way Fugu Ling had prepared for the boy.

A decisive leap on the spaceship dissipated all vision.

... Only left in a mess, unspeakable.

Kazami Yuya looked at Mr. Furutani's expression, his face was a little dark.

It must have been a real emotion.

Kazami Yu also felt that Mr. Furutani should be slowed down.

He recalled the information about Cinderella that was passed over before, and thought so.

——Such an amazing young genius, once you see him, you will never forget him.

Therefore, in one's life, one cannot meet too amazing people.

After meeting, everyone after that became mediocre.

Some people, seeing is a lifetime.

A drizzle began to fall at night in Tokyo, blurring the faces of the two people in the streets and alleys.

The video is at the end.

Mingmei's figure loomed indistinctly.

She spoke to a man in a windbreaker, who was clearly not anyone that Curry's water friends knew, and said something anxiously.

But the words were erased, only one and one closed lips could be seen.

The man with a blurry face seemed to just wave his hand, stopping Ming Mei's hesitant words, and left with Xiao Xiao Luo Ye.

There was only a back view that caused countless speculations.

【Video·End】

[? ? !My pants are all off, just show me this! ! (Slap the table) (Slap the table)]

[Anticlimate can't do it, can't do it! ! 】

But regardless of the wailing of the water friends, the official who had earned enough heat patted his ass and left, leaving only the water friends shouting angrily (?).

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Inside the Police Department.

"Matsuda?" Officer Sato asked worriedly, looking at Matsuda Jinpei, who had been out of order since he came back from the Suzuki Sky Ship Gem Exhibition.

Last night, after she walked out at work in full view of everyone, she seemed to have lost the whole world when she came back, so Officer Mumu didn't dare to ask more questions, so she had to send her to investigate today.

"Huh?" Matsuda Jinping suddenly came back to his senses, and said a little tiredly, "Ah, it's nothing."

Sato, who had excellent detective skills, raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

What about a liar?

She thought about it quickly in her mind, and quickly locked on to the target: "So, the gem exhibition that day,"

Sato paused, the sharpness in his eyes made people dare not look directly at him, "——what happened?"

You can't even get any information from a class search.

At that time, the police who were going to arrest Kidd shook their heads and shut up as if they were ordered not to reveal any relevant information.

This is obviously a very unbelievable and ridiculous situation.

The outside world only vaguely knew what happened, and it seemed to be related to terrorist attacks...?

Shouldn't I know about the search lesson? ? !

Matsuda Jinpei just shook his head.

The appearance of silence is completely different from his usual harsh tongue and slap (?) style.

After finally waiting for Officer Sato to leave, Matsuda ruthlessly rubbed the curly hair on his head.

Xiaotian usually likes his curly hair the most.

Thinking about it so far, it is still unbelievable.

Such a person, just like this... died?

He still remembers in his memories, the little genius's smile when he pointed out the bomb.

He still remembered how dazedly cute the little genius was when he was lying in bed.

He still remembered the vivid dislike on the boy's face when he faced the black and unknown object in the pot, the boy's snow-white feet swaying on the sofa, and his lively cunning when he wanted to make trouble.

When he saw Xiao Tiancai shooting at the same period without hesitation, his heart felt as cold as falling into an ice cave.

He doesn't believe it.

Although Matsuda Jinhei usually has a venomous tongue that makes people wonder if he has an EQ, but his natural keen observation skills and the experience of being with Kenji for so long are enough to make him sensitive enough to all aspects of a person.

He believed in his own judgment, but he did not dare to deceive his own eyes.

The bullet did pass through Jing Guang's heart.

At that moment, he was disbelieving, conflicted, and tormented.

He was at a loss, not knowing how to face the boy again.

He found that he couldn't even hate.

Now that I think about it, maybe it was subconsciously, I always believed that the boy would not kill Jing Guang.

So he chose to distance himself.

The young man also offered to leave before he opened his mouth in a very considerate manner, quietly picked up the luggage that he had already packed, and walked out of Matsuda's house.

Goodbye, on the spaceship.

—Farewell, too.

At that moment, he did not cry.

When he saw Jing Guang standing in front of him, he didn't shed tears either.

Even at the boy's extremely simple and hasty funeral, he did not shed tears.

Ah, funerals.

Ordinary people, funerals are always calm and sad.

Relatives and friends who were alive gather at the funeral, and everyone's face is full of condolences and remembrance for the deceased.

But teenagers are not.

It's just a simple tomb, under which are buried the computer used by the teenager, the windbreaker he wore and the dark pistol.

Unbelievably shabby.

It was at this time that Matsuda discovered——

The boy was alone.

Without relatives, friends, or parents, the whole person is like a duckweed floating in the world.

There is no return to the root, and the origin is unknown.

Only then did he realize that they were the only bonds that the teenager had.

And only them.

The silver-haired killer of that organization also made a quick appearance with his younger brother.

And a guy with a knitted hat in his hand.

The killer's eyes glanced lightly to this side, and even when he saw the resurrected Scotland, he just sneered and didn't even take out his gun.

Because the killer had known for a long time that the boy would be soft-hearted.

Without words, they silently laid flowers at the boy's grave.

Then, leave quietly.

It was as if everything was carried away so lightly.

Back home, in a trance, Matsuda seemed to be able to see the little genius eating snacks smiling at him on the sofa.

Recalling when the boy left, standing at the entrance and smiling softly, Matsuda suddenly couldn't stop crying.

He hastily and sloppily wiped away his tears, and pressed his left chest in embarrassment.

Here, it hurts.

How can it be so painful.

Looking at the room, he felt that it was a dark prison.

Overwhelming bits and pieces of memories made him breathless.

After all, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't bear it anymore and choked up.

Sorry, and—

--I love you.

-

"Dad...Uncle Kudo!"

The small figure waved his hands vigorously, even though there was no one around, the little detective still cautiously changed his name.

Yusaku Kudo smiled and walked into the house.

"Then, come and tell me everything you know." The ceiling of the reasoning world pushed the reflective glasses and said, "About that boy, Cinderella of the organization—everything you know."

The little girl with brown hair left quietly.

She went upstairs and looked at the pink balloons in the room that didn't suit her aesthetics at all, and the USB disk full of scientific research materials that she took out from it. She thought of her sister she saw not long ago, and her eyes were complicated and sad.

Obviously, he is a very good person...

"Crack"——

In the void that no one can see, the gears of fate are turning quietly.

-

at the same time.

The silver-haired boy, who had lost a lot of weight, shook his dizzy head, and suddenly stopped in front of the Lupine Bar.

What a guts

A dangerous smile appeared on the corner of Qian Yuche's mouth.

He dared to release a small part of his past experience, and that person...

Ah.

He tidied up his clothes slowly, and reached out to push the door open again.

Moreover, the trajectory of the world is not so easy to change...

——My dear Xiao Shuran.

on the pedestal.

Looking at the door that was about to be pushed open, the demon smiled with a bright red apple in his hand.