Yukimura's shadow

The rain was pouring down again, and the night wind was blowing through the corridors, bringing a burst of coolness. The warm yellow light illuminated the square inch of the world in front of me, but the distance was still covered in darkness, as if there was an invisible The big mouth swallowed them all.The vibrant children's paintings in the corridor seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep at this time. In the long corridor, only the footsteps of the two people remained.

Futa slowly squeezed Nobuo's hand.

"...Harada brother."

"Huh?" Nobuo was still thinking about other things in his mind, and he didn't realize it.

"...you say...why would one kill another?"

Feng Tai stopped in his tracks, and refused to leave no matter what, even Xinfu had to stop.Nobuo turned his head to meet his gaze. The big watery eyes of this little boy like bean sprouts were full of confusion and struggle.

"Why do you want to kill someone?" He repeated it again, staring straight at Nobuo, as if he was questioning or asking.

Nobuo silently took out the lemon in his pocket and held it in the palm of his hand, then slowly squatted down and looked at him without saying a word. After Futa himself began to look away uncomfortably, Nobuo sighed and embraced him. into the arms.

"Sorry... Futa."

"Don't be afraid, nothing happened tonight, did it?"

Nobuo regretted a little, Yukimura was right, he shouldn't be soft-hearted and take the child to touch these things, he said how brave he was, and it was impossible without any thought in his heart.Feng Tai's personality is a bit introverted, if these things leave a psychological shadow, I don't know how his mother will be angry when she finds out.

Feng Tai shook his head, tugged at his sleeve lightly, and asked childishly, "I just can't figure it out...why do people kill people..."

"Brother Harada, do you know?" He tilted his head slightly, like a real child should do, the confusion in his eyes made it impossible to refuse.

Nobuo Harada's Adam's apple twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the picture in front of me overlapped with a certain time period in my memory.At that time, Cicada was also like this, tilting her head, looking at him with a confused and desperate look, asking why over and over again.

"Lust, hatred...and survival...maybe some of these..." he replied dryly.

He let go of one hand, brought the lemon to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath.

"...you will know when you grow up." Shinfu paused, shook his head, and stroked the boy's furry head. "Let's not talk about this, shall we? Go back to sleep?"

Although it was a question, he did not give Feng Tai a chance to refuse at all.

He couldn't hug Fengtai, but he was able to pull him forcefully.Feng Tai originally planned to resist, but seeing the suddenly cold expression on Nobuo Harada's face, he could only obediently be led by him to continue walking.

He was a little scared. In his impression, brother Harada didn't look like this...

"I think... I can understand..." He continued to mutter, but Nobuo Harada ignored him.In his opinion, this is nothing more than a child's bragging rights.

After Harada Nobuo sent Futa back to the ward to watch him fall asleep, he tucked up the quilts for several other children before turning around and leaving.

Even though he tried his best to return to that amiable look, his expression was still a little stiff.

On the way back, he passed the wall of a different color, a remnant of his youthful pranks.He had introduced Yukimura before, but he never told him what he wrote.

However, it is just the word "poop".

He touched the wall with a helpless smile on his face.There is also a scent of lemon in the palm of your hand.

At that time, the man that Cicada hired to act as the parent looked at the wall dumbfounded.

"It's been so many years..."

He took out his mobile phone, and on the screen was a dark-skinned teenager with dyed pale blond hair, his eyes were a bit sharp, but his expression when looking at the camera was extraordinarily gentle.

It's been so long that Nobuo can hardly remember what the cicada was called before.

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In the dimly lit children's ward, the children were all sound asleep on their respective beds, and the room was quiet and peaceful.

But as time passed little by little, someone in the corner slowly poked his head out of the bed.

He opened his eyes quickly, staring at the animal stickers on the ceiling, without any sleepiness in his eyes.He waited for a while, as if trying to determine something.At the right moment, a light came from the gap between the quilt and his body, he shrank into the quilt, skillfully put on the earphones and connected the phone.

"Mom. I'm Fengta. A very interesting thing happened in the hospital today." He yelled sweetly, with a cheerful tone, as if he wanted to share it impatiently.

"...Huh?" But the female voice on the other end of the phone seemed extremely flat, and the moment the voice just fell, it was like a basin of cold water pouring down on the head.

"What's wrong?" She seemed a little sleepy, and her tone was perfunctory.

"...It's nothing, it's just someone messing around."

"Oh, then be careful yourself." Don't spoil the business by putting yourself in it.

"Um... I mean... I think the time has come."

"What?" The woman suddenly perked up.

"Let's do it." He sent all the information he had sorted out in a file, speaking briefly, and began to hang up the phone very eagerly.

He was still smiling, but as a child, he was still a bit reluctant. The people over there seemed to have heard something was wrong with him, apologized softly, and then said that they would discuss it urgently with other people.

Feng Tai didn't really want to hear it.

The phone was hung up quickly, and Feng Tai put them neatly on the bedside, even the nurse who packed things up last night couldn't see any flaws.

He lay down again, and couldn't help reaching out to find the ring that had been hanging as a necklace.He put his index finger in, but couldn't put it on, the ring was much bigger.

He held the ring tightly in the palm of his hand, as if he felt a steady stream of heat from the palm of his hand to his limbs in self-hypnosis.

The ring belonged to a woman whose name he couldn't even remember.

On Halloween two years ago, a man-made major car accident broke countless families.At that time, if the lady hadn't sacrificed herself to save her, Feng Tai would have died on the spot like his father.

Ironically, after that incident, he got far more attention from the woman he remembered than from his own mother.

I don't know what kind of man is lucky enough to marry that lady... Does he know the truth of the matter?If it was him... he would definitely spare no effort to participate in the revenge...

Huh... Mother has been blinded by hatred, so why isn't he himself...

On the second day after the car accident, countless people returned to the scene, and Feng Tai stood on different tall buildings with other people in the circus, wearing funny white gloves, and threw down the letters with the truth.

On the flimsy and white letter paper are written the most vicious spells, and the wind carries them into the hands of those who have been tricked by fate.

"The real culprit is someone else, why don't you investigate Fraulein's Terahara father and son?"

That's what the letter says.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, Feng Tai closed his eyes, his sleeping face was just like other children, so innocent and harmless.

Fraulein, daughter.

The game is about to begin.

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"Actually, I don't really know what it is."

Yukimura thought about it seriously, but the more he thought about it, the more blurred he felt. He only felt that there seemed to be something flashing in front of him. Although he couldn't remember exactly what it was, he was sure that it seemed that what Moori Kogoro saw was not in the same direction. .

"...if you can't figure it out, don't think about it."

"Anyway, nothing happened, did it?" I don't know whether the words were meant for Yukimura or herself.She huddled in the chair, unconsciously hugging herself tightly.

Yukimura stared at her for a while, his eyes flickered in the darkness, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"That's right, it's getting late, go to bed."

"Yeah." Yami nodded, pulled up the coat again, and really started to sleep with her eyes closed, "Good night."

Yukimura froze, feeling somewhat deflated.He took off his coat by himself, then shrank back into the quilt, tucked in the corner of the quilt, and asked a question casually.

"Are you afraid?"

"...not afraid." Yamei replied without opening her eyes.Although it was a little surprised that Yukimura asked why, but she has been to hell anyway, how could she be frightened by an oolong murder case.

"Yeah. Good night then." Yukimura also replied bluntly, which was different from Masami's imagination.

It was as if he had no other intention in asking the matter.

But wouldn't it be better if he didn't try?

……

However, after a while, Masami still did not fall asleep.

The rain outside the window did not know when it started to fall heavily again, and I was a little cautious and panicked when I heard the sound.Yamei curled up vigorously, and her little feet stepped on her toes lightly. Even though the heater was still on in the room, her whole body felt cool.

She tensed her nerves unconsciously, and held her breath until she heard Yukimura's slight breathing, before she felt relieved.

"...Ashi?" She called out in a low voice, but no one paid any attention to her.

Yami sat quietly for a while, feeling very hesitant.

After a long time, a small foot stretched out from under the long coat, and the toes touched the ground, revealing a white and tight calf. She stood up gently, and stepped on the ground with the other foot.The coolness of the floor tiles hits continuously through the soles of the feet.

She put on the long ao, and for Yukimura, the ao that only reached the mid-thigh was almost touching her calf.

It was only a few months, how could he grow so fast.

She carefully pulled the zipper to the highest point, and she shrank her neck slightly, so that the front collar covered her cheeks, and her cheeks became hot as soon as she breathed.

That should be... no problem...

Wearing a jacket, she tiptoed to the other side of the bed, then slowly sat up and lay next to Yukimura through the quilt.

Yamei felt a little fortunate that although the bed was not big, it would not be crowded to sleep.

I'm not afraid at all, Ah Shigang must be afraid to ask such a question.As a girlfriend, I should give him a sense of security - I can't make it up anymore!

Yami groaned in her heart, and simply skipped the question.Fortunately, Yukimura seemed to be in a deep sleep and didn't wake up during the period.

I'll just be up tomorrow morning before he wakes up.

Yami gave herself the last dose of reassurance, turned over, and before she had time to worry about whether she could fall asleep, her eyelids drooped together quickly.

It seems that her vigilance around Yukimura is much lower than she thought.

When dreaming in the middle of the night, she vaguely felt that someone was hugging her, and he kissed her temples again, and then pecked lightly on his lips.

Yami was so annoyed, she didn't know where the courage came from, she slapped her in the dream, and the world became quiet.

- off topic -

"This year's little expert who pretends to sleep"

Yukimura Seiichi: I can't count how many times I've pretended to be asleep.

——Line management time——

(Some children have closed the author has something to say, I will put the text)

The little boy Futa, Suzuki (a former salesman), and Cicada belong to a line that is related to the "Thousand Gold" company.

The lady who saved Futa is Suzuki's fiancée.

The car accident that year was a prank by the chairman of Qianjin Company to investigate his son, but many people died, so some people planned to join forces for revenge.

Both Fengtai and his mother are members of the revenge organization (I haven't read the original book, so the organization is skipped)

The author has something to say: I found that... maybe the main characters are only male and female?

Black mud cannot be avoided, but the degree of description will be reduced, and then more sugar can make up for it...

These paragraphs have to be watched in succession to look good...I try to add as much as possible...

☆, own chores