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

【The black car is speeding all the way to the destination.

The faint smell of the sea came in through the open window of the car along with the sea breeze, but the piercing sound of gunfire reached the boy's ears one step earlier than the sea breeze.

The boy gasped for breath.

He felt his blood turn cold.

The consultant heard the gunshots stop abruptly after just a few seconds, and the hand holding the steering wheel trembled uncontrollably. The pale hand formed a sharp color difference with the black steering wheel.

Mr. Consultant parked the car on the side of the road, as if he wasn't the one who broke through the encirclement like a gamble a minute ago and kept speeding.

The boy lowered his eyes.

He looked very quiet, as if all the emotional fluctuations and desperate bets just now were wiped away by a pair of invisible big hands, leaving only an empty paleness. 】

Kudo Yusaku sighed.

...What a clever and stubborn boy.

Just through a little bit of information... all at once, everything is known.

He thought of Shinichi and the people he had described, and felt even more regretful.

Knowing little things, having a very high IQ, and scientific research ability can make such a behemoth of the Black Organization eager to draw people to his side.

The most terrifying thing is that he is still very young, too young to be too young.

Unfortunately……

Who is born to want to struggle in the dark?

It's just the ruthlessness of fate, the shattering of hope, and the mistakes one after another on the road of growth.

【The young man seems to have lost his strength suddenly, and his hands hang down from the steering wheel.

He leaned back in the chair, his throat rolled up and down a little, and one hand rested on his eyes weakly.

After a while, Mr. Consultant sat up straight, his beautiful eyelashes trembling slightly.

His eyes wandered around the car that didn't belong to him, and his eyes were indifferent.

The gray-blue eyes locked on one place, the boy smiled softly, and took out a box of things from there.

It was a pack of cigarettes.

Tsk, cigarettes of this quality... are not available to the owner of this car.

Is it a bribe?trade? ... Ah, no, it was given to him by his friend.

The young man looked careless.

What does this have to do with him?

He took a cigarette out of it. 】

Ayumi said in a low voice: "Brother Asagi can't smoke at this age..." But brother Asaba looked so sad.

She heard from her mother before that smoking may relieve the pain to a certain extent, but it is not good for the body.

Then...let Brother Asagi smoke it once.

Only once.

[This is the boy's first time smoking.

The consultant took a closer look at the cigarette in his hand, took less than a second to recall how other people smoked, imitated, and pulled out the lighter from the other side.

He lit the cigarette, and his gray-blue pupils quietly watched the flames flickering.

The consultant tentatively put it into his mouth and took a big gulp.

"Cough cough cough cough—" The young man who smoked for the first time and had no actual combat experience was caught off guard and choked hard.

He coughed hard, as if he was about to cough up his lungs, and even a little tear came out of the end of his eyes.

After finally calming down, the silver-haired boy continued to smoke the cigarette one by one, and then threw the cigarette butt out casually.

Mr. Consultant's straight back suddenly bent down, and his whole body was lying on the steering wheel, buried in his arms, and he couldn't see the boy's face clearly.

But it can be heard clearly in a quiet space.

"Tick, tick..."

It was the sound of tears falling.

The boy's voice came out vaguely: "Sakunosuke...you used to not let me smoke, saying it was bad for my health."

"Now I smoke.

Why...you haven't come to stop me yet. "]

Gin rubbed the cigarette case in his pocket, a little annoyed.

"Tsk, brat," TopKiller frowned, and suppressed the irritability that suddenly rose in his heart, "...if you don't know how to smoke, don't mess around." After all, the killer suppressed what he really wanted to say in his heart.

That tear appeared on CInderella's face... It looked like an inexplicable eyesore.

At this time, Ye Yinghou didn't bother to think about whether Mr. Oda was really still alive, but just looked at the boy whose shoulders were still shaking slightly with distress.

Until now.

Che Che... didn't dare to vent her emotions presumptuously.

He even dared to cry in a low voice and quietly in an empty car.

Ye Qing understood why.

If it's like Yunmin, he might just cry out loudly, and then go home to find comfort. He can vent his emotions unscrupulously, because someone will tolerate him.

As the eldest brother in the family, Yun Jin is relatively restrained, and he resists everything by himself. Yun Xi also likes to make himself appear in front of everyone with a smile, and solves everything behind his back.

But that doesn't mean they can't really vent their emotions.

When they couldn't bear it anymore, they would go back home and talk slowly.

Not to mention Yun Che, who was the youngest in the past and was always spoiled.

That's true, it has been held in the palm of your hand in the past ten years.

But Yun Che can't.

In the situation of crisis everywhere, how can you easily leak your emotions to the outside world?

That is an absolute taboo, especially for someone like Che Che who is probably still in a high position.

This is something that will be gnawed down to the bone by the people around.

That's why I can only lick the wound alone in a quiet place, releasing a little emotion.

Even crying is suppressed.

And now, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old at most...

Only dared to let the fragility pass by carefully, and then stood up again, returning to the invincible appearance.

But how difficult it is to achieve such a strong and calm appearance, and how much pain and training it takes to have it.

Kudo Yukiko also grabbed the hand of the husband next to her sadly.

He is also a mother, and she has children too.

Coupled with her own super empathy ability, seeing the young man who finally couldn't hold on and choked up and said "Why don't you come to stop me", Kudo Yukiko also felt very distressed.

Obviously, he is still a child...

Toru Amuro also concealed the complexity in his eyes.

Who can say for sure about fate...

[The young man tidied up his emotions, and took out a small computer from nowhere.

After he operated a bit, his gray-blue eyes stared at the picture above without blinking.

Although it has been expected...but.

Looking at the blood on the beach and the corpses of the children and the shop owner displayed on the video screen... Ah, and Sakunosuke who ran over.

Qian Yuche closed the computer, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

well.

In this case... let's see, who can stand at the end.

The silver-haired boy shook his dizzy brain, and said softly: "[Book],"

"—Please help me, go back in time."】

Akai Shuichi was silent for a moment when he saw the boy took out his computer to watch something similar to surveillance.

Generally speaking, the seaside of Yokohama... He remembered that there would not be such clear surveillance from multiple angles.

Akai Hideo thought blankly.

Ah, it's a satellite.

Toru Amuro, who also guessed something, closed his eyes.

Therefore, it is really a pity that such a talent is in the black side! ! !

If it is really what he thinks, if it is possible to hack into the satellite system without a trace... Tsk.

Before everyone could think about anything, the scene in front of them was quickly displayed as if it had been doubled.

The second time, the third time, the fourth time... 1 time, 1 and [-] time...

It seems that no matter what, the boy can't save the children and Oda Sakunosuke.

They watched the young man try to restore and save time and time again, and also watched the light in his eyes dim again and again, and gently said that they wanted to go back in time.

They saw that the group of children died more and more outrageously. After the boy had really taken all the precautions, there were even earthquakes, tsunamis... It seemed that in order to destroy a few people, he even spared a whole city. The posture of being buried with people makes everyone watching in the space silent.

What is more distressing is the teenager.

Time and time again, I thought I could be saved... Time and time again, I watched my loved ones fall down with blood dripping in front of me.

In the end, the boy really couldn't hold on any longer.

—He was too tired.