What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

"Dominant eye?"

Feng was stunned, the problem that had troubled him for many years seemed to loosen a bit.

"Well, just like everyone has a dominant hand, everyone's dominant eye is also different." Sugita glanced at Feng who was lost in thought, "I was in the archery club when I was in high school, and I pay more attention to this. If a person's dominant eye The eyesight is the left eye, but right-handed people."

He made an aiming pose.

"You need to get into the habit of aiming with your dominant eye. It would be even better if you can change one of them. For example, you can try closing your left eye next time and only aim with your right eye."

Feng put his palm over his left eye, and his field of vision suddenly disappeared for a little while. His eyelids trembled uneasily in his palm, and his perception of distance seemed to be affected.

"I don't know if I have time to adapt."

They had already arrived at the cemetery, Sugita parked the car in a hidden place, both of them put on plainclothes coats, and entered the cemetery after registration like ordinary people.

This is the largest cemetery in Osaka. It is divided into six areas inside and outside. The specifications of the cemetery in each area are different, and the price naturally varies greatly. The place where Riko Tanaka is buried is naturally in the deepest place, and even equipped with additional security. Area.

"If you don't save more money, you can't even afford a cemetery."

The two are walking in the cheapest cemetery now, Sugita is very familiar with this area, walking in front alone, a wisp of gray smoke wafts from the cigarette between his fingers, blending with the lingering smell of burning in the cemetery.

"Our policemen have a lot of insurance when they die," Feng pointed out, "the only thing you don't have to worry about is this."

"Ha, yes, it feels good that someone will always collect the corpse," Sugita laughed, "This is unlucky, so let me say it, don't talk about it as a young man."

Gradually, he stopped.

"Speaking of which, it's all over here. There's someone you need to meet." He put a small piece of cigarette to his mouth, took a deep breath, and then coughed violently, "She is your real senior." Well, in every sense."

Of course, there is no need to say much about the existence of the predecessors that can be seen in the cemetery.

"An Zhi..." Feng read the name on the tombstone, "Die Xiangzi?"

"Yes," Sugita took out the small ashtray that he carried with him, stubbed out the cigarette, covered his lips and coughed, "She was the same as you, an elite transferred from the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Section 14, who died [-] years ago."

Feng's fingertips moved slightly, 14 years ago was also the year when her father Renzu Qiusheng sacrificed.

Although one is in Tokyo and the other is far away in Osaka... Her eyes stopped on the word "butterfly" on the tombstone.

Feng, who once acted as the head of the No. 20 Search Section of the Metropolitan Police Department, has read the historical files of the No. [-] Search Section. There has never been a woman named Yasuji Diekako in it. Except for some civil servants, there is no information on any female police officers.

but--

She remembered the pair of ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes that the former section chief took out during the sneak search.

[It is said that this pair of shoes was left by a certain female senior who was brilliant in the search of the fourth class. She also wore these shoes and killed three in and three out of Yakuza. *】

This is what the former head of the class said. He joined the No. [-] Search Department almost eight years ago, and he only heard about it before that.

So Feng leaned towards another possibility—Anzhi Diexiangzi was indeed a member of the No. [-] Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department, but like her father, she participated in a certain task and had to erase her name.

After all, Feng is very sure that his father was once a member of the No. [-] Search Section, and he almost became the section leader—if he hadn't been killed by Shuanghehui before he was promoted to section leader.

After searching the files of the fourth class, there was no name of Renzu Qiusheng.

According to the legends heard by the former section chief, the force value of the female senior and the characteristics of being able to fight in Sugita's mouth also matched.

You know, there are fewer female police officers, and even fewer can fight.

Seeing Feng staring at the tombstone for a long time without speaking, Sugita smiled slightly.

"I shouldn't know about this, and I shouldn't have brought you here." He took out a butterfly made of white paper from his arms, "but... the first time I saw you, I was thinking about you. , she will want to meet you."

The upright policeman with thick eyebrows softened his expression, like a slender butterfly resting on his cheek, making people smile unconsciously.

With a click of the lighter, the white butterfly was ignited, and the flame quickly turned into a large ball of jumping flames from the initial dots.

Feng's throat was slightly dry, Die Xiangzi, Die... She almost copied this person's career, and she also knew another thing.

It was not by accident that she came to Osaka, but by the inevitability of many people.

For 【Butterfly】plan.

"So..." she began.

"So, this time, you must let [Butterfly] break out of the cocoon successfully."

But before Feng could finish speaking, Sugita preempted him.

"The mourning music has come to this point," he blew away the ashes from the burnt butterfly in his hand, "we should go."

Feng remembered that they were not here to visit a policeman who was buried among many tombs, but to escort the funeral of the honored Godmother of Yakuza.

For a moment, she also had mixed feelings in her heart, and it was even more difficult to imagine what Sugita, who seemed to have deep feelings for this senior, was thinking in her heart.

"Sugita-san, do you have a very unusual relationship with that senior?" They stood at a distance where Yakuza could be seen but would not arouse suspicion. your?"

"No, I guessed it. I questioned her, and she acquiesced." Sugita chuckled, "Why do you feel that I have a special relationship with her? Couldn't it be the memory of my former comrades in arms?"

"But senior, you are not good at smoking," Feng pointed out. "The lighter in your hand is a lady's model, and every time you light a cigarette, you just let it burn out, and you just cough after taking a puff." non-stop."

It can't be that Sugita has a habit of smelling second-hand smoke, right?

Feng thought, under what circumstances would he miss someone's taste?

The first thing that comes to mind is the refreshing smell of cedar at the summer festival, the bitter wind on the roof and the sweetness of nitrate/acid/glycerin... This is definitely not the idea of ​​a close friend.

"That's all?" Sugita said calmly, "Do you have someone you like?"

"..."

"It seems that there is, so is this the sixth sense of people in love?" He pinched one hand on the bridge of his nose. She taught me a lot of things, and she is indeed dazzling... Well, yes, I like her, and it always feels weird to say that to a young man."

The sound of mourning music in the distance was maintained at a moderate frequency, there was no sobbing or howling, and most people stood silently in front of the tomb in black suits.

"But I didn't have time to tell her about it until she died," Sugita smiled. "She is from Kyoto. When she was young, her parents abandoned her because she owed Yakuza money and ran away. She didn't make many friends. Living a free and easy life, or a bachelor? She feels that her death will not cause trouble to anyone."

"Before she died, she just said sorry to me. The result has troubled me to this day..."

Feng listened quietly, she had already determined that that senior was probably the candidate for the previous generation's [Butterfly] project, but obviously, the previous generation's plan failed.

"Well, if there is a chance, it's better to speak out as soon as possible. In that case, at least I am not the only one who is troubled."

Sugita patted Feng on the head with a thoughtful look.

"You too, the times are different, it's better to finish what you have to say earlier. Don't learn from her, and don't learn from me..."

"Obviously it's you, Mr. Tanaka's bones are not cold yet, you just want to—"

There was a loud noise, and although the two policemen were talking, they were actually ready to go and ran immediately.

Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed their object of protection - a certain politician in Osaka.

"It's dangerous here, please leave immediately!"

Standing in front of him, Feng's face was solemn, and the fight was with the group leaders inside the Yamaguchi-gumi, as if they were not satisfied with the heirs of the next generation.

"According to the rules of the Tao, the Yamaguchi-gumi has always been dominated by the strong, so why should that old guy in Tokyo monopolize it this time!"

"Yes!" "That's right!"...

"You—" the old man who was called "Old and Immortal" was tearing his eyes, "When I was assisting the ancestors, you didn't know where to drink milk!"

"Huh? Then how do you want us to convince a person who helped the Yamaguchi-gumi to the point where Brahma swallowed half of them? Tokyo has already been the territory of Brahma, right? If our Osaka branch hadn't been giving you blood transfusions, the Yamaguchi-gumi would have existed in name only! "

"Bah! Why didn't you say that Tokyo tried every means to send you weapons, without those guns, you don't know what to do!"

Abusive, noisy, quarreling, this group of people wrapped in elegant suits, even in front of the tomb of the godmother who just died, never concealed their ambitions.

The funeral music has been intermittent for a long time, and the performer stood there helplessly, with a gun on his forehead at some point.

"Don't stop!" The man who took off the suit looked sternly, "Today is a good day for Mr. Tanaka's funeral...and it will also be a day for our Osaka branch to be proud!"

A gunshot pierced through the person in charge of the Yamaguchi-gumi Tokyo, and the stray bullet grazed the brand new tombstone, making a small hole.

Some of the reporters carrying cameras fled in all directions, and some were even more excited, eager to rush to the front line. The plainclothes people on the side of the road had to be exposed to maintain order, but there were too many reporters, and they had to evacuate first. The big shots moved out of the route, and everyone turned their backs on their backs for a while.

Feng and Sugita managed to pull the politician out of the center of the battle. Fortunately, he was still calm. Although he was old, his steps were not vain, and he seemed like a practicing family.

"xxx cemetery, a serious violent gang fight happened here, requesting support from the headquarters..."

"Please follow the instructions of the plainclothes and drive directly out of the cemetery," the politician was sent to the car, Feng stood by the window and told the driver, pointing to his neckline, "Plainclothes will put a metal cherry blossom decoration on the neckline... ..."

Suddenly, a bullet grazed Feng's ear, and with a "pop", it was deeply embedded in the car door.

"That's the guy who secretly supports the violence group removal act, and the guy next to his car must be a cop! Don't even think about running away today!"

"Drive!"

Feng's eyes widened, his pupils narrowed slightly, and he turned around to block the car window. As far as her eyes could see, there were four or five guns pointed at her.

too late to—

The bullets poured out, and bright red flowers bloomed in front of her eyes, like white butterflies stained with blood, struggling to fall to the ground.