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

At the beginning, seeing the boy's attachment and habitual coquettishness towards the red-haired man, which he may not have noticed, the group were all stunned.

Especially the world of Conan, Gin and the like who have dealt with Cinderella.

Qin Jiu recalled the appearance of the little devil when he got along with him, and then looked at the appearance displayed in the space in front of him, he: ...

Was taken away?Soul wear?Or is there a second personality awakened that he doesn't know about? ? ? (Don't want to look at .jpg again)

Knowing who the red-haired man was, Ye Yinghou smiled and explained, "This is Oda Sakunosuke, Cheche's adoptive father."

A few people in the wealthy world thought it was nothing.

As for the adoptive father, if the child did not find the biological parents, there must be adoptive parents, or else they would be orphans... But seeing that the boy liked his adoptive father very much, they felt a little sour in their hearts, and at the same time, they were more relieved.

——When they were not around the boy, there were still people who loved him well.

And most of the people in the world of Conan have strange faces.

Ye Yinghou also interjected: "Mr. Oda's spicy curry rice is very delicious... But Mr. Oda said that he can only make spicy curry, and Asaha also likes it very much."

Matsuda, the cool guy who used to learn how to cook so that he wouldn't be picky eaters: ...

Toru Amuro & Jingguang who used to cook delicious food in different ways every day: ...

Later, Akai Shuichi, who made all the FBI to practice cooking hard, and also disappeared on the road of stewing potatoes and beef: ...

Were you so easy to serve? ? !

Gee.

Treat them differently. (Lie flat.jpg)

Jing Guang looked in front of him, Cinderella and the red-haired man, who was very intelligent and close to a demon, had a conversation and warmth like the most ordinary family, and a warm light appeared in the cat's eyes.

only……

Seeing the two people in the scene suddenly blurred into nothingness, their figures gradually faded, leaving only the scenery behind them still there.

The flickering spots of light gradually converged into a cold sentence.

——【They don't have next year】

Ye Yinghou's heart tightened on the spot.

No next year...?What does it mean?

Most people thought about it.This kind of decisive statement, then... probably between the two of them, one person is gone and left this world.

But since Asagi is still alive, the red-haired man who looks a little natural is gone?

But a small group of people in Conan's world were silent.

I always feel... There is a kind of bad premonition.

——It was exactly the same as that day when I watched the boy fall from the spaceship and disappear into the sea of ​​clouds.

As the Ye Yinghou who knew the most news at the scene, there were many thoughts in her mind.

There is no next year... Her first thought was actually the same as most people, one person is gone.But she clearly saw Mr. Oda who was obviously in good health at the Armed Detective Agency.

Or, it was because the two broke up, so they would not celebrate their birthday together again... But also, according to Mr. Oda's concern for Cheche in the Armed Detective Agency and the young man's still affectionate attitude towards Oda, even the neighbors The members of the club and Dazai didn't show any surprises either.So the two did not quarrel.

Then why...?

Ye Yinghou bit her lip, and unconsciously glanced at her husband beside her.

The next scene will probably explain it.It's just... the sudden pain in my heart made the woman feel uneasy.

[In the van, five frightened children.

"Bang—" There was an explosion.

Only burning blood and tears and sparks were left.

The red-haired man was silent, picked up the weapon, slowly put away the children's things one by one, and said goodnight to the five children in turn.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the consultant who was still busy in the Hong Kong and Hei Building, that is, the first child he adopted at that time.

——【Sorry, Asaha.You have to take good care of yourself. 】

In fact, men still have a lot to say, such as you should get along well with Dazai, don't stay up late, eat three meals a day on time, etc.

But he didn't have time, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

He was afraid that if he thought about it for a while, he would not be able to bear the guilt for the child he left behind selfishly.

Leaving him alone... so sorry.

The man walked out the door.Arms of silence.

He walks on the street, step by step.

He raised his head and calmly watched the road ahead.His eyes were gray with no thoughts.

Seeing those eyes, everyone knows——

——This man is already dead.He will never go back. 】

Even Yun Bowei, when he saw the man's eyes, could not bear to look away.

He is very clear.Children will not provoke any enemies.So why treat those children so cruelly?

The answer is simple.

——Because that's the red-haired man, the one he cares about and values.

Ayumi's tears couldn't stop flowing, children's intuition is sometimes the most accurate.

She pulled Raconan's sleeve, and said with a choked voice: "...that Mr. Oda, took a lot of weapons... Is he going to avenge the children? Will he die...?"

Conan pursed his lips and said nothing.

——Even if this man really survived the revenge, he was just a walking dead.

【"Odasaku!" The kite-eyed boy who hurried out was wearing a black suit, and stretched out his trembling hands unconsciously, trying to pull him back.

The face of the cadre who made the people in the outside world frightened by the news had a child-like expression on his face.

"Boom".

Thunder exploded in the dark sky.

The outstretched hand failed to grasp the decisive sleeve of that person after all, leaving only a blank blank.

Obviously only a distance away from a fingertip, but it seems to be so far away. 】

Seeing this, everyone can basically confirm the ending... Generally speaking, it will not be very good.

[The killer walks with two guns in his hand, leaving behind a lot of corpses.

He killed again.

An old yellow clip with some reminiscences was played beside the red-haired man who mercilessly harvested the lives of others.

"Odasaku... a mafia that doesn't kill people! It's really interesting!" Dazai swung the glass, and the glass beads in the glass hit the glass wall, making a crisp sound, "You think so, Ango?"

"Indeed." Ango, who had been working overtime for several days in a row, had dark circles under his eyes that were obviously caused by lack of sleep. "Why, Oda?"

"Ah, about this..." Oda Sakunosuke didn't feel anything, and said flatly,

"Someone once told me that "to write a book is to write a person",

A man who takes another's life,

It is impossible to write life, so I chose not to kill people. "*】

The void vaguely paints a somewhat blurry picture.

【It was at a seaside, in a small wooden house... The red-haired man was slowly writing something, looking at the manuscript next to him, it was probably a novel.

The children's cheers faintly sounded from behind, and the gentle sea breeze blew away all the haze.

The man's faint voice also rang out,

"I have a dream.

When I wash my hands from the golden basin of PortMafia, I regain my freedom.

I want to find one,

A room overlooking the sea, sitting at a desk, being a novelist. "*】

With the end of the discourse.

"Clap" sound.

The picture seemed to be pierced by a bullet, and then the cracks scattered all over the place, and finally only the scattered clouds remained.

Kudo Yukiko couldn't bear to look away.

Such a beautiful, warm, and simple life...for a peaceful family, it may be within reach every day.

But for this family.

Maybe, it's just that tomorrow only exists in fantasy.

【"Oda Tsukuru!" The cadre-sama, who has always been a little careless about the things around him, and who seemed to be in control of everything around him, ran into the room in a panic. , the coat was thrown aside indiscriminately, and the whole person looked in a rare embarrassment.

The person he called was lying on the ground with a thick pool of blood behind him.

The bullet hole in the chest is so stinging to the eyes. 】

Ye Yinghou covered her lips in disbelief.

Oda-san... is still alive?

So what's going on? ?

From her point of view, Mr. Oda's injury and condition are clearly impossible to survive...

For some unknown reason, Ye Qing's face suddenly turned pale.

She already knew that this is not a simple scientific world, there are supernatural abilities.

So, who paid what price to save...?

Akai Shuichi and the others were thoughtful.

They remembered that once, it was the time when Gin suspected that the collective mind of their whiskey team was broken... It seemed that it was because they saw Mr. Oda who was similar to a ghost?

Toru Amuro carefully recalled Cinderella's emotions and reactions when she saw Mr. Oda at that time.

There are emotions such as excitement, joy, attachment, comfort, etc., but when it comes to the emotions of lost and found and incredible, there are none.

Then it means that the boy knew that Mr. Oda was not dead, rather than suddenly awakening the undead body or something... Well, and Mr. Oda also said later that he was drawing pictures with a few children before he came.

Everyone quietly waited for the next development.

——Let's see what happened.

【"Odasaku...what should I do?"

"Be the one to save people, since both sides are the same... Choose justice, at least it's better." *The man's pupils have begun to slack, and his voice has gradually weakened.

The man lying on the ground wanted to reach out and touch Dazai's face again...but his arm suddenly fell limply.

He took off the bandage on the boy with kite eyes.

The boy's right eye was intact, and the whole exposed face was unbelievably delicate.

But the boy just quietly looked at the lifeless man in his arms.

In the kite-colored eyes, there is the bewilderment of bewilderment and the sorrow of losing an important person like a child.

Not far away, the silver-haired boy watched this scene quietly.

Different from the grief that Dazai showed, the silver-haired boy was as calm as usual at first glance.

But if you really meet those gray-blue eyes—

——you will see a desolate dead silence.

The young man's state at this time seemed to be extremely sad, but he calmed down instead.

——【Qian Yuche. 】

The young man called his own name coldly in his heart, word by word, as if he and the person with this name had a sworn hatred.

【You are so stupid. 】

【How can you understand everything after seeing Sakunosuke's news. 】

[Why are you here so late. 】

【You failed to save Sakunosuke. 】

【You failed to save Sakunosuke...】

【I hate you. 】

Qian Yuche tilted his head, coughed a few times, and wiped away the blood overflowing from his lips without any waves.

For the last time, he took a deep look at the man who would never wake up and smile at him again, as if he wanted to engrave the figure of the man in his heart forever, so he retracted his gaze with restraint and nostalgia, and his eyes were replaced with inorganic coldness.

He coughed twice more, and chose to forcefully swallow the blood froth welling up his throat, tasting a sweet smell.

The silver-haired boy moved his stiff body and walked out step by step with slow steps.

He walked on the fragmented light. 】

Yun Che twitched the corners of his mouth: "When a loved one dies, don't they shed tears?" Oh.

Before Ye Yinghou, whose eyes had cooled down, could speak, Matsuda Jinping couldn't help but speak: "Huh? Are you blind?"

Amuro smiled smugly, and directly followed the words of his friend: "Ah, you are blind."

The Cinderella he has seen has always been confident and flamboyant, with the wantonness of playing in the world, the arrogance of mastering the overall situation, and the indifference of seeing through everything.

Just like lions running unrestrained on the grassland, they like to tease their prey while hunting their prey, so that the target caught by the lion will catch it without hesitation when they think they can escape, and roam freely on the grassland.

Because they are the strongest animals on the grassland, they are strong and calm, and they act recklessly.

And the Cinderella shown in the scene just now... a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who lost his dear family.

He blamed himself so much that he took everything on himself.

[If... I found out, would Sakunosuke survive? ]

Toru Amuro has never seen such a lonely young man, it seems that he has lost the ability to perceive emotions, staring at the gloomy world alone, like a lifeless doll, lifeless.

He saw the blood the young man swallowed, and saw his madness to calm sorrow.

He saw the young man's heartbroken, full of bewilderment.

When Bourbon was being turned around by Cinderella, he wanted to let the boy who seemed to be invincible feel what it meant to be frustrated. After he thought that Jing Guang was really killed by Cinderella, he also wanted the boy countless times. Get a taste of what it is to suffer the loss of a loved one.

He sees it now.

But he wasn't happy at all, he didn't feel happy.

Toru Amuro felt that his heart was also throbbing, and he didn't know why.

But the undercover didn't show it.

So when he saw that Yun Che over there was still sneering and sarcastic, he felt himself getting angry, sneered directly, and turned back with Matsuda.

— Can't you see it?

The sound of the child crying.

—Can't you hear me?

The child's hopeless grief.

Gin even let out a "tsk", and without blinking, there was a series of movements of Beretta loading and pulling the trigger, but when he saw the bullet that suddenly stopped in front of Yun Che, he frowned irritably.

Gin Jiu didn't look at the young man walking out step by step with his back behind his back.

That mournful and deathly silent look... really doesn't suit that brat.

It looks dazzling.

The members of the Yun family didn't say anything either.

On this occasion, they can't say anything.

Especially people like Yun Xi and Ye Yinghou, who are quite accomplished in acting, have a strong ability to empathize.

Just looking at the young man who walked out in silence without saying a word, he felt sore in his heart, and felt tired and uncomfortable even breathing.

【“[Book].” Facing the bright and cold moonlight, the silver-haired boy who had been silent all this time suddenly said, “——I want to bring Sakunosuke back to life.”

On the dilapidated small wooden table, the ordinary blank book suddenly glowed with white light.

He opened his mouth and said, "Resurrect the dead... let alone a person who is destined to die in the fate line, you can't resurrect him."

The young man twitched the corner of his mouth coldly: "If you don't try, how will you know?"

"Even if you pay a great price, even your life?"

The gray-blue eyes seem to be staring at [the book], but when you look closely, they are just aimless and unfocused: "...I have lost the help of writing."

He said lightly, "I have nothing to lose."

"Dazai? Demon? What about Chuya and the others?"

The young man was in a daze for a moment, and after a long silence, he said in a low voice, "...it's different."

"They are different from Sakunosuke."

"...All right, then..."]

The voice behind was muffled, making it hard to hear the content.

Yusaku Kudo vaguely guessed what would happen next, and closed his eyes.

child...

【{1}

The bright red number "one" appeared coldly, making people feel ominous for a while. 】

But before everyone figured out what this number meant, the scene in front of them didn't give them any time, and continued on their own.

【"Zukozhisuke... Zuozhisuke!" The boy lying on the desk seemed to wake up suddenly, looked at the time in a hurry, and rushed out of the office without looking back.

There's still an hour... go and save the kids first.

There must be time.

He drove an unknown car, and drove at a speed that could raise the blood pressure of a traffic policeman.

Hurry up, hurry up...

Arriving at the destination, Qian Yuche stopped the car on the side of the road indiscriminately, and hurried upstairs.

He suppressed the physical discomfort caused by excessive strenuous exercise and unstable mentality, pushed open the store door, rushed straight to the second floor, and ran to the children's room.

—no one was there.

The silver-haired boy stopped breathing for a moment, then quickly forced himself to calm down and looked around.

The shop owner is also not there... The surrounding traces don't look like they were kidnapped.

It should be that the boss took them out somewhere to play.

But it was obviously not like this before...Damn it.

The teenager frantically searched for the most likely place for the children to go in his mind, and then hurried downstairs. When he went downstairs, the scenery in front of him went dark, and he almost rolled down the stairs directly.

He closed his eyes, suppressed the trance in his mind, and rubbed his temples anxiously.

Tsk, I'm too impatient... The action is really very careless.

But no way.

He felt that his brain and body were burning, and he could hardly calm down and think carefully.

The figure of Oda Saku lying in a pool of blood seemed to be right in front of his eyes, stinging his gray-blue eyes.

calm down……

The teenager tried to open his memory palace, and rigorously analyzed where the boss and the children were.

He closed his eyes, just about to enter, but only saw a block of dust.

...With his current state of extreme mental instability, he cannot open his palace.

Still too impatient...

The young man covered his heart, his face turned pale, cold sweat dripped from his temples, and he gasped for breath.

——It was 41 minutes before the last time, the death of the children. 】