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

"Senior Sugita—"

Feng stretched out her hand, trying to catch the fallen Sugita Haruka, but her eyes blurred for a moment, she pressed desperately to stop the bleeding, but it was all in vain.

"Senior Sugita... just hold on, I can save you... I am the No.1 of the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Tokyo!"

But it was too late after all, the bullet pierced through his right shoulder, chest and abdomen, and blood spilled out, staining most of his body red.

Feng felt that the temperature of his hands dropped little by little, and his breathing and pulse gradually dropped.

With guns pointed at them, Feng put his hand on the gun inside his jacket.

"Are you going to shoot the police!"

"Still pretending to close your eyes? You can't be a coward!"

Feng closed his left eye, and several young Yakuzas waved guns in their hands, like children with fresh toys.

"The life of a policeman who has fired a gun is different from that of a policeman who has not fired a gun."

A faint breath sounded behind her.

Feng opened the safety, and aimed at the Yakuza in front of him with the most standard gun posture.

Four bullets in a row, three hit the pistols/guns they were holding, and one, which grazed a yakuza's... thigh diagonally.

He exclaimed.

"I've made up my mind a long time ago." When Feng raised his head again, his eyes were freezing cold.

At this time, the driver in the car behind tremblingly opened the door: "Mr. police officer, the congressman asked you to get in the car."

He looked around and saw that people's attention was on Feng, and immediately dragged the angry Sugita into the car.

Feng was not the first to shoot. The rest of the angry plainclothes had already clashed with Yaku. The scene was in chaos, and the reporters who hadn't left were still racing against time to take pictures.

"Mr. Congressman!" The reporter exclaimed.

When Feng turned around, he saw that the congressman who was over half a century old came out of the car!

"I'm not at the point where I'm going to put young people in front of me."

He signaled the driver behind him to leave with the seriously injured Sugita, and he stepped over to Feng's side in a few steps.

"There needs to be someone in command on the scene."

It was only then that Feng realized that this young man was actually a senior disciple of Genemon Sanada from Kanagawa when he was young. He picked up a tongs casually, but used the posture of a famous sword.

The flashing lights were all aimed at the only high-ranking official who remained at the scene, and even Daifeng was also included in the mirror.

The congressman did have two brushes. He persisted until the police rescue arrived, the scene gradually subsided, and the mobile team with the explosion-proof shield suppressed the rioting Yakuzas.

At the end of the day, according to police statistics, in this incident, five people were seriously injured, 12 people were slightly injured, and died...

Three people.

Two of them are Yakuza, who died in the Yamaguchi group, and the other is Sugita Haruka.

Unlike the grand funeral of Hei/Dao, his funeral was very deserted, with no relatives or friends, and most of the police were working overtime on the matter of Hei/Dao fire. Only Feng, as his partner, got a short half-day vacation and helped him handle the funeral. A series of procedures for burial.

Feng learned how to fold the white butterfly, and put the bullet casing and butterfly into his urn.

It was also at this time that she discovered that Sugita Haruka had actually bought a cemetery next to Anzhi Diexiangzi early in the morning, and when the time came, she could be by her lover's side.

"Senior Hondocho."

Feng knew that there was an extra person beside him.

"Sugita, he is the illegitimate son of a drinking girl. He grew up in the red light district. His mother was instigated by Yakuza to be contaminated with drugs and died very early, so he has no other relatives."

And he had met another person who was also lonely and independent.

Feng turned his head, even under such circumstances, Hondocho Koharu's eyes were clear.

"Many of the policemen who searched Section [-] have such a background of being persecuted by Yakuza." Hondo-machi clasped his hands together and closed his eyes silently in front of Sugita's grave, "What do you think, Feng?"

"When the water is full, it will overflow, and when the moon is full, it will lose." Feng also closed his eyes, and a faint wet mark was drawn on the side of his cheek, "Yakuza, it's time to burst."

Hondocho looked at the side of the tombstone, it was Die Xiangzi, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

"Does Senior Hondo-machi know about butterflies?"

Feng suddenly spoke.

In the evening, the events at Yakuza's funeral the day before were widely reported.

In addition to the well-regulated news, various tabloids and media also put this matter on the headlines, and there are many photographic materials at the scene that day.

"Are you okay, Maple Sauce!"

As soon as they got back to Ninzu House, Aunt Shino worriedly held Feng's hand.

Aunt Wanlizi and Qianye just came to greet Feng temporarily that day, and then returned to their home. Now only Feng, his uncle and uncle are in the house.

"Well," Feng rubbed the hair sticking to his cheeks, "I'm fine, uncle and grandma."

Zhi Nao pulled her around a few times, making sure she wasn't hurt before letting go.

"Those Yakuza who killed thousands of knives are so rampant!" She was filled with righteous indignation, "From now on, the hospital should reject those guys who endanger the public order! Anyway, they will only go out and hurt others if they are cured, it is better to die! "

She dragged Feng away ramblingly: "You must be exhausted, my good boy, go take a bath...don't think about anything, just have a good rest."

Feng tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, but he succeeded in the end.

She wanted to say it was against the Hippocratic oath and would embarrass the doctors.

But when he opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't speak.

The bathroom of Shinozu Motoku is very large, and the bathtub, which looks like a hot spring pool, is filled with hot water at a suitable temperature.

Feng sank herself into the bottom of the water, and the water rushed over, as if to comfort her, but she felt that this bath was too big.

So that when she curled up, it only took up a little space, which was so empty that it was a little scary.

"Jingle Bell."

The ringing of the bell became muffled through the water surface, and Feng jumped out of the water suddenly, only to realize that he had held his breath for a long time, and even got up for a moment and even felt a little dizzy.

Stretching out a hand from the shower curtain, she fumbled to get her mobile phone—for fear of missing notifications, she carried her mobile phone with her even in the shower, in a special waterproof bag.

"...Gao Mingjun?"

The call is connected.

"I saw you on TV and was a little worried, so I called to ask."

Zhu Fu Gaoming saw Feng's figure in today's news. Although I don't know why the news about Osaka was broadcast, Feng, who should be in Tokyo, will appear there. Maybe it has something to do with the hidden plan of the Metropolitan Police Department. related.

But he really saw a police officer fell in front of Feng, and his heart was tightened at that moment, the blood splashed on her face from the TV screen, and she picked up the gun again.

Across the phone, there seemed to be a slight sound of water.

"Am I disturbing you?"

Feng accidentally splashed in the bathtub, wiped off the water droplets on the tip of his nose, and said, "No...!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his originally clear voice had become hoarse and dry, with an uncontrollably drawn-out ending.

"I'm just," Feng coughed, "I feel a little down."

She leaned over to the edge of the bath, and the cold ceramics touched her cheeks, making her mind much clearer.

"I...was transferred to Osaka a week ago, which means the Metropolitan Police Department," she considered, because it was a secret transfer, so she didn't inform the others except for searching some people and Muku in Section [-], "Then, today It's Riko Tanaka's funeral."

"At her funeral, a senior of mine died to save me."

Sure enough, didn't he survive?

Zhu Fu Gaoming lowered his eyes and let out a sigh from his lips.

The small piece of ceramic was warmed by her, and Feng rolled his face on the edge, looking for another cool spot.

"I can't save him... I have learned so much medical knowledge, but I can only watch him die in front of me... Even when I pick up the gun, I can't aim at Yakuza's heart..."

She couldn't say these things to the police in Osaka Prefecture who were not familiar with her, nor could she tell her elderly great-aunt. When she was young, her parents were busy with work, so she had already developed the habit of not talking much.

But when there is really someone who is willing to listen to her, and she also knows that the other party is absolutely reliable, those words buried deep in her heart still overflow like a torrent of water.

The police and the yakuza, it always seems that the side that restrains more is weaker.

Feng also knew that some people would not be able to live without Yakuza, and not all of Yakuza were hopeless scum.

However, tragedies are staged time and time again. Whether she is an actor or a spectator in the audience, the whole theater is slipping into the abyss, and she is always helpless.

Tragedy once again breeds new tragedies. She, Sugita and Yasuke Diekako stand opposite Yakuza like this, Sano Manjiro and Sanzu Haruqianya fall into darkness like this. Under the unfortunate background, no matter which path you choose, All hopeless.

"At that time, I really wanted to kill them."

Feng thought of the way Sugita took her to Die Xiangzi's tomb again. He walked with her will for 14 years, but finally died under Yakuza's gun.

Gao Ming heaved a long sigh: "Life and death are long-term, all together...it's not your fault."

I don't know if it's the steam from the hot water or the original moisture in the eye sockets, the tears accumulated in Feng's eyes suddenly slipped down.

The crying on the other side of the phone was intermittent, and the sound of the water was sometimes loud and sometimes quiet. Zhu Fu knew that it was best not to disturb at this time.

But...he stroked his heart, and there seemed to be throbbing pain here, which made him unable to close his eyes. Pain is always reserved for the living.

Feng didn't know how long it had been since she cried out of control. When she saw the thin name on the phone, she suddenly had an idea.

"Gao Mingjun."

"Ah."

"I want to see you."

Gao Ming, who had already guessed where the other party was probably, felt helpless, but——

When the video call came, Feng was shocked at first, but his hands were already moving faster than his brain.

When she saw Zhu Fu Gaoming with her eyes closed on the screen, she belatedly remembered what state she was in now.

Taking the phone away in a panic, Feng didn't know whether to sink into the water or stand up for a while, but felt that the temperature in the bathroom was so hot that it made it hard to breathe.

"wait wait wait--"

Hastily finding out a big bath towel to wrap himself in, Feng Teng stood up from the bathtub, picked up the phone in a hurry, and found that Gao Ming was still there.

Maybe it was her illusion... Feng thought, Gao Ming's face seemed a little red?

She raised her eyes and looked around, and found that she walked into the bathroom in a daze, without even taking her clothes, so she reluctantly put her finger on the button to hang up.

Just before ending the call—

"By the way, Gao Mingjun," she whispered close to the screen, "Well, thank you, and..."

"I like you."

She ended the call in a hurry, not noticing the other party's eyes opening at that moment.

Ah——she said it, Feng thought, just like Sugita-senpai said before, she said her heart.

Zhu Fu Gaoming looked at the blackened phone screen, and an unconscious arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He tapped his fingertips on his lips, and then touched the screen, as if passing this kiss to a distant lover.

"Me too."

He thought, he should remind Feng next time that bath towels can't cover anything.