Yukimura's shadow

As soon as Nobuo went out, he collided with someone in a panic. The sudden impact forced him to move his legs urgently. The great discomfort from the place where the prosthetic leg was in contact with the leg made him close in pain. If it wasn't for Nobuo's sharp eyesight and quick hands to help the door frame, he should have lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Brother Harada—"

The culprit, Conan, saw that Nobuo was about to lose his grip, so he hurriedly got up from the ground, stretched out his feet and turned on the gravity mode of the shoe itself, and firmly supported the crumbling Nobuo Harada.

"Brother Harada, are you alright?"

"Well?"

Yukimura immediately pricked up his ears when he heard the movement, struggled to sit up with the thermometer in his mouth, his eyes were full of anxiety.

"Where is the discomfort?"

The nurse had just handed the thermometer to Yukimura, and when she heard the sound outside the door, she hastily put down her things and ran over.

"...it's fine...it's just that the new prosthetics are still in the running-in period..." What is the problem of the running-in period? Although the prosthetics look the same as ordinary people, the pain caused by the movement is unavoidable.

He heard that there were sports prosthetics, but the price of such things was out of his reach.

I usually don't feel much when walking, but once I start exercising, I accidentally kicked on the steel plate.The moment I had to back away just now was really painful.

Conan may not know this, but the nurse knows much better.

"Which ward are you from?"

"...the one downstairs."

As soon as I heard it was downstairs, it was easy to handle.The nurse thought that the place was not far away, turned around to greet Yukimura, and insisted on helping Nobuo Harada to go downstairs.

Conan looked a little sorry behind him, Mori Kogoro was about to be discharged from the hospital, he came to say goodbye to Yukimura on purpose, he just took a look at the things in the crack of the door and bumped into Nobuo Harada who just went out .

Conan hurried into the room to explain to Yukimura, and then chased Nobuo Harada out the door. He walked in a hurry, and no one saw him touch the crack of the door inadvertently when he went out.

He patted his sleeve casually, like stroking ashes, and then put his hand in his pocket very casually.In the pocket that no one else can see, the palm is slightly opened, revealing a fake button that has been replaced.

And on the cuff of his left hand, a simple cuff button slightly reflected the metallic luster in the sunlight.

After Conan sent Nobuo Harada back to the ward, he sincerely apologized.It wasn't until Harada Nobuo repeatedly confirmed that he was fine that Conan left slowly.

To be honest, sometimes Conan can't see through Nobuo Harada. Although he always shows a friendly appearance, this person's heart seems to be shrouded in dark clouds. He is obviously smiling all the time, but it is difficult Let people read the taste of joy.

From the frequent conversations, Conan learned that he seems to like to go to the rooftop to feel the breath of nature, but in Conan's view, he doesn't seem to have such a strong desire to survive. Out of the detective's intuition, Conan always feels that he seems to be interested in death. Also holding the same indifferent attitude.

If Conan knew Nobuo's reaction when he heard about Dr. Eto's death, he would probably retract his previous sentence.

He is not indifferent, but completely indifferent.

Such descriptions close to paranoia usually appear in the Metropolitan Police Department's profile of perverted killers.

Because I can hear those strange voices since I was a child, in the eyes of Nobuo, life and death are actually not much different.

After all, he didn't expect that he could steal so many years from death.

"Although the left leg has been amputated, the cancer doesn't seem to be stopping."

With the support of the nurse, Nobuo stood up from the deck of the dialysis cabin with a pale complexion. The nurse helped to open the blue curtain.

His prosthetics were taken off and put aside. After he sat down, the nurse turned around to get the prosthetics. Nobuo Harada sat on the edge of the bed and slowly rolled up all the trousers, and the loose trousers were slowly pulled down to his thighs. , revealing the secret hidden under the patient's clothes.

After many years of conditioning, the amputated part has slowly healed and grown into an arc shape. The surface of the sphere is full of pink flesh of different shades. Many prosthetics have been replaced over the years, and each one has a running-in period. This is how it came about, the darker the color is earlier, the lighter color is later.

His attending doctor was holding the data sheet that had just been printed out, frowning.Nobuo was far away, and he could only see that there were still many densely packed things written on the watch.

"Then what's the situation now?" His tone was extremely relaxed, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"The previous prediction was correct, but it has been lurking for a year or two." The doctor seems to be used to his attitude, "Now the situation has changed, we are not sure when it will launch the next attack .”

He sighed, and closed the documents in his hand, "I also talked to your brother last time, and the hospital's opinion is that it is recommended that you go abroad for treatment."

"I refuse." Nobuo replied very simply.

The doctor frowned. Nobuo Harada was not his patient at first, but he took it from his former mentor, but he also got along with Nobuo for four or five years, so he could figure out his temper at least. "Although this makes people very unwilling, we have to admit that China is indeed inferior to foreign countries in some aspects of the medical field."

"I also made good friends when I was studying abroad. I mentioned your situation to him, and he meant that he could go over and have a try. When the two of you brothers have made a decision, you can notify me."'Try it 'In fact, the hope is great, but the cost is high corresponding to the level of medical treatment.

The doctor also knows that although Nobuo Harada is the elder brother, because the economic power is in the hands of Cicada, the younger brother is the one who really makes up his mind.He had already discussed with Cicada last time, and Cicada agreed without hesitation, but what he meant was that it would take some time to prepare for the medical expenses.

But the doctor didn't expect Nobuo Harada to be so assertive this time.

"I'm sorry, I refuse." Nobuo skillfully put on the prosthesis, and when he raised his head, the smile on his slightly delicate face was completely gone, "I'm not going anywhere."

"I said the same thing about him."

As he spoke, he stood up from the bed, and lowered the trouser legs a little bit. Although the movements were slow, they were somewhat calm.

"This disease...heh, let's cure it if it can be cured."

There was a rare trace of sarcasm on his face, like a naughty child, and his tone of voice was extremely careless. At this moment, the doctor suddenly became convinced that he and that guy Cicada were probably real brothers——

It's so embarrassing to speak.

After Nobuo Harada left, the doctor took out his mobile phone and told Cicada the truth about Nobuo's reaction.A lot of text messages were sent in eloquence, but the other party replied very quickly, but there was only one sentence.

'I see. '

"..."

"What, these two brothers..." The doctor was complaining, and the text message on the phone rang again.

'Don't worry about him, I will get the money together as soon as possible. '--cicada

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Making money is something most people talk about every day.Sometimes when walking on the road, people would inexplicably stuff them into recruitment leaflets. There are always some famous people’s stories of getting rich in the best-selling section of the bookstore, and even TV shows often have introductions such as making money—

Cicadas often have some strange dreams recently, planting a seed, sprouting a bud, bearing Kazuki's ten thousand yuan note.In the dream, Nobuo seemed to have practiced light kung fu, and his disability didn't affect his movements at all. He leaned on the crutches he snatched from Yanxi, and swished up the tree with a few taps on the trunk. Sitting on the branch of a tree and shaking it desperately, the cicada happily picked it up with a small basket.

The sky full of Fukuzawa Yukichi is falling down like a celestial maiden scattered flowers, and I can't finish picking them up...

However, he laughed foolishly in his dream, and when he woke up the next day, he would surely see a big puddle of saliva next to his pillow.

"Yo, your face smells so bad when you wake up? Did you have that dream again?"

"Eat your meal!"

Yanxi joked that he was crazy about money.But while he ridiculed Cicada, he secretly expanded the scope of his search.

"Have you packed your things? Don't show your feet, let me wipe your ass for you."

"Huh? A knife, a pair of gloves, a raincoat, what else do I need?" He always travels lightly.Young, strong, and flexible...including his short stature, these are the capital of his life.After so many years of errands, at least nothing happened.

"Isn't he just a little bastard?" He pursed his lips, and his tone was very contemptuous.He selectively forgot that he had ever been in this line of work, too.

"Oh, don't take it lightly." Yanxi turned on the kitchen faucet to get a glass of water, then turned around and leaned against the sink to drink it down. "As for anything else I need..."

"Of course there are, brains and so on." He smiled and narrowed his eyes, quite proud of it.

"Ah……"

Cicada laughed angrily at him, snorted and picked up the envelope containing the deposit on the coffee table, opened her door and threw it in rudely.

The sound of the envelope being smashed on the table was not light, and it seemed that the reward was also considerable.

"Tch, coward, just wait for the money."

As he said this, he picked up the thin coat on the sofa and put it on his body two or three times. The pockets were slightly bulging, but it was not easy to see.It contained his raincoat.

"Hey, walk slowly—don't forget to put your ears at home! Ah...I always feel like a mother telling her child to go to elementary school..."

He was answered by a harsh slam of the door and the violent roar of the cicada.

"I see!"

Yanxi shrugged helplessly, put down the water glass, walked down the stairs and threw himself on the sofa, grabbed the hat beside him and put it on his face to take a nap, when Cicada finished his work, he had to start working too.

"This business can only kill people, but it's not good... I don't listen to what I say, what will you do if you leave me..."

The author has something to say: Finally... After so many days, I still haven't lost fans. I am frightened once I watch it.

There were some intellectual errors in a previous chapter (in Kyoto), which have been corrected.

In this chapter, I haven't seen what a severed limb with a prosthetic for a long time would look like, so I just made it up.

Please point out any mistakes.

☆, Grim Reaper

The moonlight is like water, and the night is as thick as ink.

The abandoned factories on the outskirts were overgrown with weeds, and some early-awakened insects could not wait to get out of the soil at this time. In the silent night, the chaotic sound of insects was particularly obvious.

There is an electric cage hanging at the door of the warehouse. The outside is the grid, and the light tube inside emits a faint blue light.Somehow, a moth flew in and ran amok inside, making a hissing sound.

Cicada came out from the dark corner and stopped under the lamp.The lamp was hung not high above his head, and the faint blue light reflected on his face, making his bronze-colored skin even darker.

He stared at the lamp, the struggle of the moth gradually subsided, and the sizzle of the electric cage was still ringing, just like the harsh and continuous beeping in his ears at this time.

irritable.

Want to vent.

He suddenly picked up a steel pipe that was placed aside, and slammed it into the electric cage. The cage fell to the ground, and the sound of glass shattering exploded instantly.

The people inside seem to have heard the movement.Instead, he threw away the steel pipe in a calm manner, took out the raincoat in his pocket, put it on two or three times, walked straight to the stairwell, and buttoned the raincoat button to the top one in a regular manner.

"Hey, who the fuck are you?!"

Compared with the desolate scenery outside, the upstairs is much more popular, and it is arranged like a nightclub.Maybe it's because a transaction has just been concluded, all kinds of drugs and jewelry are piled up together, and there are still things that were used for the celebration banquet in the room. The smell of alcohol and sweat in the air is not pleasant.

The arrival of the cicada was very sudden.

"I'm asking you something!" The one who was yelling was a guy in a blue floral shirt, with his chest exposed and tattoos showing his teeth and claws. He even spoke with a flick of his tongue, which sounded good.

But that's not what the cicadas are aiming for.

The man's roar was loud, but he continued to observe the scene as if he didn't hear it, and then his target appeared by himself.

"This is not a place where children should come." In the middle of the faint crowd, the man in red was crossing his legs very leisurely, with a very old-fashioned big pipe in his mouth, and a few finger rings on his hands, looking vulgar intolerable.

"Go back before you get hurt."

found it.

"Talking to you, shorty!"

The man was very angry, and he thought to himself that this is a fool.

Finally, Cicada seemed to be touched by some switch by these words. He slowly turned his head and faced the big guy who was walking towards him.

little man.

He repeated it in his mind.

"You're talking! Brat!" The man approached and yelled at his forehead, but he stared at him firmly, unmoved at all.

Suddenly, he moved.

The left hand suddenly reached into the trouser pocket, and with a flick of the hand, the butterfly/knife deformed in the air.Almost in the blink of an eye, the sharp blade slashed the man's throat, Cicada closed her eyes, and the bright red blood splashed all over him.

When he opened his eyes again, the person on the opposite side had already collapsed with a face full of unwillingness.

Someone on the opposite side went to get the gun with a look of horror, but Cicada threw the knife out before him.The gunshot rang out, but it was missed by the knife, and the shot hit the ceiling. The electric light at that place fell down and smashed to pieces. Coupled with the recoil after the shot, the man lost his grip and the gun fell to the ground. side.

"Hey, brat!"

"Whoa - darn thing!"

After the people around reacted, they picked up things and threw them at him cursing.

Cicada committed himself to dodging the oncoming long stick. The man thought he couldn't beat him and wanted to hide, and was grinning to scold something, but saw that Cicada avoided his stick and picked something on the ground, and turned over from the other side. He got up, held his shoulder hard, and sent the knife directly into his stomach.He wanted to resist, but was stabbed even harder.

"Bastard... bastard! You bastards!"

The people around seemed to be frightened by his ruthlessness, and the man in red saw that the situation was not going well, so he got up in a panic and wanted to escape.Trembling, he snatched the pistol just now and put it on his body, hugging the jewels on the table into his arms, the sound of jewels smashing to the ground suddenly came and went.

"Old... Boss..."

"Stop it! Stop him for me!" He said as he climbed up to the platform at the back, planning to escape through the small door on the side of the platform.

Want to run?

Cicada snorted coldly, drew out the knife sharply and pushed the man, and the people on the other side also fell down.

The place where the light bulb was knocked out just now has already started to drop electric sparks, and the impact of the picture is very strong.

He took a step forward, and the minions with colorful hair took a step back trembling with their weapons raised.

"You...you don't..."

No one will live with their fate. In fact, many people here are just punks who know how to fight, and few have seen blood.

This silence lasted for several seconds.

He unhurriedly jumped onto the platform where the man escaped, and someone rushed up screaming.He turned sideways and kicked the person who was pounced on him away, then leaned over and threw the latecomer to the ground with a neat sweep of his legs. on the ground.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and and to hell monster!"

The person who was just kicked away took a beer bottle and threw it at the back of Cicada's head. Cicada tilted her head, as if she was stunned.

The man was overjoyed, and before he had time to laugh, Cicada rushed over and kicked him directly in the stomach with his knee. He curled up in pain, but Cicada grabbed his head and stabbed him in the stomach.

"Well…"

"Don't...don't come here..."

He turned around, and there were only two people left in the field, one was the man in red who had just been lucky enough to watch from the sidelines, and the other was a young man probably not even 20 years old.

The young man pointed the knife at the cicada, but his hand shook like a sieve.

Cicada tilted his head slightly, and the curtain behind him that was originally used as room decoration was pulled down by the force of the body falling to the ground. He slowly buttoned the raincoat that had unbuttoned in the process, splashing bright red blood all over his body. The bloody water was in stark contrast to the angelic baby face.

"...Go, I believe you can do it!" During the confrontation, the young man felt a sudden strong push from behind, and he was pushed out screaming.

"what--"

He's young...he doesn't want to die yet...

He heard someone click his tongue, and there was a bump in his shoulder, and he was pushed aside.

"Why didn't you kill him?!" The man in red seemed to be so frightened that his legs were weak, he ran down the stairs, and the jewels and banknotes were scattered all over the floor.

"You, you go and kill him!"

Cicada followed behind him slowly, and he put on the hood of his raincoat obediently, like a cat playing with its prey.

Finally, the man couldn't run anymore, he took out his gun tremblingly, and was kicked away by the cicada before he could pull the trigger.

He leaned down and held the man against the corner in case he suddenly counterattacked.

"Don't run away you bastard. Fight to the end." His tone was very light, with a bit of provocation. "Isn't he just a dwarf...Come to fight."

He still broods over the phrase "little man".

"Terahara told you to do this!" Although the man was terrified, he still racked his brains to negotiate terms.

But what he meets is Cicada, a killer who just needs to kill.

"Terahara? I don't know." Cicada answered his question kindly.

"I'm only here to kill you."

But the man didn't listen at all, he was terrified, and looked like weeping bitterly.

"Please, please tell Mr. Terahara——I, I will never touch drugs again. So..." At this point, he felt that he had handed over the most secure weight, and his tone gradually became a little imperceptible complaints.

"...so let me go..."

"..."

The man sat in the corner, panting without image, completely different from the arrogant guy a few minutes ago.

"You guys are so boring." Cicada frowned in disgust.

As he said this, he suddenly moved his right hand.

The man stared and begged him to spare his life, and the blood spurted from the aorta directly splashed Cicada's face.

"Tsk..."

really dirty.

He wiped the blood from his face with his hand and rolled his eyes.Then he stood up and took out his mobile phone, took a few photos of the corpse on the ground, and sent them to Yanxi.

The other party said it was received.

Cicada packed herself up and walked back. The young man who was peeping at the door was startled by his glance.

If I knew it earlier, I ran away, what else to watch...

It's over, it's over, the god of death is coming up...

"Bring me a suit," said Death—

"...Huh?" What did Reaper just say?Did he hear correctly?Don't kill him?

"Clothes!" Cicada repeated impatiently, frowning.

"Oh...please wait a moment..." The young man hurriedly got up from the ground to find clothes for him. He moved very quickly, fearing that Cicada would repent in a bad mood, so he immediately silenced him.

In fact, Cicada couldn't explain why he suddenly wanted to live, maybe this guy was too young...

After going through this time, this guy shouldn't be too hesitant to come back to this muddy water after he goes back...

He thought about it while washing his hair.After the matter is done, he doesn't need to worry about the rest. He doesn't even need to clean up the scene, so it's no big deal to leave a living.

He could even predict that if this matter was reported in the news, it would only be a gang fight.

But after the murder, Yanxi will naturally take care of it, so he is not worried.

The clothes were too dirty this time, and he didn't bother to wash them, so he just threw them away.But the raincoat was different. After cleaning, he stuffed the raincoat into his trouser pocket and turned to leave.

He's so tired, and now he just wants to go back to sleep.After finishing this vote, he can at least send Nobuo abroad...

In his opinion, there is actually no difference between the work he does today and what he usually does, except that the client is very generous.

But he didn't know that just after Yanxi showed the photo to the customer, his fate changed drastically.

Similarly, after he left, a figure slowly appeared in the darkness, and the horns on his forehead revealed his non-human identity.

"…found it."

The author has something to say: This part of the movie is so handsome... I made some changes.

By the way...everyone knows butterflies and knives, right? (This word must be blocked...)

☆, confess