Yukimura's shadow

Shinjuku.

Near Shinjuku Station on the JR subway line, it was just the beginning of the lights, and crowds of office workers had just finished their day's work and were discussing which izakaya to go to to comfort themselves first.Three to five in pairs, this is the busiest time of the day near the subway station.

In an unremarkable coffee house, the little boy Futa is holding a milkshake in his hand, sitting on a high chair, staring blankly at the crowds passing by outside the window, his legs are dangling slightly in the air, with that appearance Really cute.The young girls passing by naturally noticed this pink and jade-carved child, and some bold ones even greeted him through the window.

Feng Tai immediately blushed.

He moved his eyes back unnaturally, and the mother sitting opposite him didn't notice his movements at all.She was staring at the computer, wearing a pair of bluetooth headphones, with a cup of untouched coffee in hand.

The woman sat in a corner, behaving normally like a worker in a coffee shop dealing with company affairs.No one can see the screen on the computer except herself—but Fengtai knows what she is doing.

The recent new members of the Fraulein Club have all been investigated by them, and they finally chose to target a guy named Ichiro Suzuki.

The former teacher and fiancée died in the accident a few years ago.Such an identity made the Fraulein Club bluntly express their distrust of the other party, but he insisted that he was doing it to make a living, not to seek revenge——

But unexpectedly, the club didn't fire him - on the one hand, it's better to control the dangerous things in your own hands, and on the other hand, the club's family, Da Yeda, didn't take him seriously at all...

Thinking of this, Fengtai couldn't help but clenched the ring on his chest... Suzuki's fiancée was the big sister who saved him back then. I never thought that such a good sister would fall in love with such a person...

"The target is approaching the Shinjuku subway station, please get ready." He heard his mother ordering into the headset.

The killer code-named "Wasp" in the organization finally made his move after staring at it for several days.The other party pretended to be Suzuki's former student, and he met Suzuki's boss Hiroko to sell, and then he was knocked down and put into a sack.

Bi Luzi thought he was invincible, but he didn't expect that the person in the sack didn't immediately faint, but turned on the positioning monitoring system on his body.

According to the usual practice, if you get a woman, you have to send it to the young master first...

They heard the time and place of the meeting from the monitoring, and the positioning was to help them determine the progress of the matter.In the evening, Hiroko loaded the Hornet into the car, and it should arrive in a while.

Feng Tai put the milkshake cup he drank in his hand back on the table, and burped lightly.The woman was finally willing to take a look at him, and seeing that he had nothing to do, she stared back at the screen. There were densely packed traffic lines on the map, and there were some hard-to-read small windows floating beside it, except for the small red dot that was moving. clear.

All they have to do is to attack that young master tonight!

"Master." Feng Tai shouted.

The woman hummed, and Feng Tai called her again.

"Hey, order what you want to eat yourself." The woman was unintentionally distracted, her tone was perfunctory and tired.

"..." There was a flash of injury in Feng Tai's eyes, and then he quickly covered it up. He said very normally, "I want to go to the scene to see."

This time the mother finally stopped the work in hand, and the haggard woman raised her head from behind the computer and looked at him in disbelief, as if seeing someone she didn't know.

"…What did you say?"

Feng paused for a moment, struggled, and finally puffed out his chest, his eyes revealing a depth and fierceness that didn't suit his age.

"I want to go and see, I want to see...the bad guys are executed on the spot."

----

The night is getting darker, and the crowd is surging.

Cicada, who had just finished a job, was carrying a freshly washed raincoat in her hand, and her hostility was still lingering all over her body.The weather in Jichun should be bright and clear, but these two days have suddenly become hot and dry.He was only wearing a black sleeveless vest, and the cotton clothes unreservedly outlined his muscular muscles.

There were a lot of people crowded in front of the zebra crossing, even if the cicada was full of evil spirits, he couldn't help but be crowded together. The dense crowd made the cicadas sing in his ears.He cursed something in a low voice, moved towards the road with a bad expression, and the people around him stared at him, and even though he was squeezed by people, he didn't have the courage to approach him again.

The auras of people standing in front of the team are different. Some are like cicadas who are full of evil spirits and are automatically let to the front, while others are forced to be pushed to the front step by step because they came earlier.

There was a woman standing beside Cicada, and the action of protecting a child in front of her made Cicada couldn't help but look at them more.Who knew that as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the child staring at him, the two looked at each other, and the child even smiled at him, not afraid of him at all.Cicada turned her head unnaturally, feeling that the child looked at him a little strangely——

As if to say, I know you.

Oh, know him?How can it be.

Negating the thoughts in his heart, listening to the layers of cicadas, he had to continue to look at the people around him to divert his attention.

On the left side of the line stood a man with a patterned shirt and a patterned arm. He wore dark glasses on his curly hair and a gold necklace. He was dressed very vulgarly. He looked like an old gangster who wanted to imitate an upstart.It is precisely because he is surrounded by ordinary office workers in suits that he looks a little awkward.

But to say the most special...

Probably a pair of brothers on the left side of the flower-armed man.

Casual clothes, wide-brimmed hats, big backpacks, DSLRs hanging on the chest, completely dressed as tourists—the most important thing is that they both have a handful of sugar figures in their hands—are they afraid of melting?

Because of the unique shape of the candy, Cicada couldn't help but take a second look, and when she raised her head, she met her gaze again.

What kind of look is that?The waves were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and there seemed to be a faint green light in his eyes, which suddenly startled him.Looking at the man again, he looked away again, as if the staring just now was just an illusion.

What happened tonight... These people are not afraid of him and still staring at him...

Cicada withdrew her gaze and stared at the traffic light in front of her, while the people on the other side were anxiously waiting to come over.A minivan parked quietly on the side of the road, and a tall, long-haired woman came out of the car. She seemed to have waited for two seconds before seeing that there was no movement in the car. She turned around angrily and knocked on the window.

Suzuki Ichiro hurriedly withdrew his hand amidst Hiroko's curses, and then opened the car door on his side. Beads of sweat kept sliding down his cheeks, and his body trembled so much that he almost couldn't stand still.

If Biluzi hadn't turned around suddenly, he would have almost stolen Biluzi's gun...

He glanced at the countdown red numbers on the sidewalk traffic lights, and felt that the flickering light was just like his mood at the moment.

Bright red numbers.

beating heart.

There seemed to be something roaring in his ears, with an overwhelming momentum, and the resentment that had been buried for many years almost overwhelmed him.

"Hurry up and meet the young master! You idiot." Bi Luzi's scolding brought him back to reality.

"Come... come."

Suzuki quickly shook his head, pushed his glasses, and walked over timidly.

Sweat twisted his long hair into strands, and when the night wind blew, it all stuck to his face, making him look extremely embarrassed.If it wasn't for the chill on his back, he wouldn't know that he had soaked his suit with sweat nervously.

The murderer of his wife and enemy is on the opposite side...

He raised his head slowly, and suddenly there was a sound of sudden braking in his ears, followed by screams from the crowd.

The flower-armed man who was standing on the opposite side impatiently waiting for the green light was somehow pushed into the middle of the road, and the taxi, who had no time to react, rammed into it. The man first hit the bumper, and then was slammed It flew into the air, smashed a deep hole on the roof of the car, and then flew out again. The car behind also rushed up without braking in time.

Everything happens in an instant.

Cars collided with each other, and the road was full of short and piercing horns. After the initial panic passed, people gathered around and took out their mobile phones. Their expressions were excited and distorted.

In the middle of the crowd, the flower-armed man fell to the ground, his brains splattered beyond recognition.

That flower-armed man is the Jr young master they came to pick up on this trip. Although he is an ignorant waste, he is still the only son of the dying old man Terahara. …

Suzuki couldn't remember exactly what Bi Luzi scolded, and his mind was still filled with disbelief, how could the painful enemy die like this... What's even more amazing is that he didn't feel redeemed at all... He should died at his hands...

"Pushing Hands! It's Pushing Hands!"

"Hurry up and chase! Idiot!"

Hiroko pushed him behind with a palm, and Suzuki staggered and almost ran into a passing vehicle. He hurriedly ran to chase, and accidentally bumped into someone on the way, and the little man in a black vest suddenly looked at him defiantly. .Frightened, Suzuki quickly apologized and ran away from the crowd.

He dragged his stiff body and looked around unconsciously looking for the figure of Pushing Hands. Various voices in his mind were almost about to explode.

Terahara's son is dead...the enemy is dead...

...

After scaring the guy who didn't have long eyes and bumped into him, Cicada turned his gaze back to the scene.A woman in elite attire was angrily throwing the mobile phones that people around her took pictures of on the ground, yelling something, looking annoyed.

He turned his gaze back to the crowd.

Others don't know what's going on, but he can see it clearly.

Pushing hands, a veteran killer.

Just now the cowardly man went after the one who made the move, but Cicada knew that the two who were standing beside the man with the flower arms were also accomplices.They shifted a second before the man did it - or...

The accomplices are not limited to these two people...

But at this time they all disappeared.

The world around him became extremely noisy, which suppressed the humming of cicadas in his ears.

Cicada sneered and turned her head, only to catch a glimpse of the child who was staring at him just now, looking at the flower-armed man in a pool of blood with a flat face, neither sad nor happy.

"Feng Tai." The woman following him called out to him.

"Let's go, Mom." The little boy took his mother's hand and turned away without hesitation.

As if remembering something, he hooked the corners of his lips, as if he was talking about something very regrettable.

"That's terrible, now, mother?"

The author has something to say: I don't dare to boast about when Haikou will end...

It's really... just a little bit close...

I met some very abnormal things two days ago... I hope it is over now.I was so scared that I didn't dare to go out, and I was drenched in blood by my family's mother.

Today, I jointly set up a simple Japanese online teaching base with my friends. I want to start a business. Hhhhh

☆, disappear

He had seen too much life and death, at first Cicada thought it was just a fellow worker doing something on the street, and didn't take it to heart.But slowly, the development of things deviated from the track he expected.

Cicada has always had a bad temper, and she can only put away her thorns when facing Nobuo, which Yanxi can't match.

"Yo, it's back."

Cicada nodded, barely a response.

Yanxi was collecting water to drink, and Cicada fell on the sofa in two steps at a time, too tired to even count the balance on the table, "Give me a drink too. Thank you."

"You're good at calling." Yanxi smiled, complaining and took a glass for him, the sound of rushing water was particularly hypnotic.

"You bastard, you're so sleepy. It's only past ten, isn't it?"

"Heh, I still want to grow taller. Besides, you usually force me to go to bed early and get up early?" Cicada slumped on the sofa with her eyes closed, her tone as rude as ever.

"Damn boy... By the way, the customer said you did a good job. But after that he spoke again. This time it was a colleague."

"Going together?" Hearing him talking about business, Cicada reluctantly opened half of her eyes.

"Yeah." Yanxi walked down, took out the photo from his pocket, handed it to him together with the water glass, and then leaned on the low back of the sofa.

"This person is called a whale. He is good at creating suicide." Seducing the other party through hypnosis, and writing a suicide note to end it on his own, this is really a suicide from beginning to end.

Hearing what he said, Cicada slowly cheered up, stared at the photo with a slight head tilt, and narrowed her eyes to reveal a hint of interest.

"Oh, what a crooked way—"

"Right? You think so too?" Yanxi asked like a child discussing gossip, "As Jack Crispin said, those who deviate from the right way will be eaten by dogs."

"It's an inescapable way of doing things that this guy has access to customer information, and now someone finally thinks he knows too much."

Yanxi sighed, he himself has always been an honest person, he has always adhered to the concept of "indecent" in business, but he still lives in fear.

"It has been found out that he lives in an RV." Yanxi said as he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, with a GPS navigation map on it.

He was not idle at night, and ran to install the tracker, but was almost discovered.In fact, when Cicada came back, he had just arrived home not long ago.

Cicada put down the photo in her hand, took the phone and looked at it carefully.

"The customer is in a hurry, so I will make it for me tomorrow."

"what?"

Cicada raised her head in surprise and couldn't believe her ears.He glanced at the clock on the wall, staring at Yanxi in disbelief.

"It's only midnight! I just finished a ticket—" He clicked his tongue and scratched his head distractedly.

"What the hell do you take me for..."

Yanxi squatted down to support the sofa, staring at him with a smile on his face, his eyes were very serious.

"A good partner at work."

Cicada snorted coldly, "Don't say nice things there."

He originally wanted to say a few more words, but looking at Yanxi's smiling face, he couldn't say anything.

"...Damn it's so annoying." He couldn't help but swear, turned up from the sofa, and walked towards the room with his short legs.

"I'm going to bed! Remember to call me in an hour."

"Remember to brush your teeth."

"It's so loud!"

Cicada slammed the door shut with a bang, and he paused the moment he picked up the toothbrush.

"Forget it, let's finish the work in one breath and get back to sleep well..."

"Don't sleep?"

"Leave me alone."

"Oh, go early and come back early."

He was answered by the door closing.

Yanxi shook his head disapprovingly, turned on the record player, and Jack Crispin's rock music soon rang in the room.

Not long after, Yanxi received a call, saying that the client, Master Terahara, had died.

When it was almost dawn, Cicada came back with a dark face, and gave Yanxi a locator.The thing was discovered by the whale, tied around the neck of a black cat, and ran away in a RV.

Yanxi told him that the client was gone, but since he accepted the task, he had to continue to do it.Cicada was already physically and mentally exhausted at this time, and when he heard that he could not cancel the task, he was a little depressed, and then he heard that Yanxi was still urging him to complete the task today, and Cicada immediately lost his temper.

But when the beer bottle on the coffee table was kicked out by him and flew out while wiping Yanxi's hat, he was also a little at a loss.

In fact... he was clamoring to grow taller every day, but he didn't expect that he would really hit the kick...

Yanxi picked up his hat, shook the water droplets on it, and slowly stood up, his face became erratic.

"I've been educating you before, and I dare to be so arrogant to my employer."

Cicada's face froze, he was a little regretful at first, but now he didn't recover when he heard this.

"employer?"

He slowly raised his head, trying his best to look fierce, but unconsciously revealed a trace of grievance between his brows and eyes, "Aren't we... partners?"

Yanxi's expression paused, and then he became a little dazed, but the words had already come out, even though he was eloquent, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only stand there in embarrassment.Cicada snorted coldly, got up from the sofa and walked back to the room, and slammed the bathroom door shut without looking back.

"I'm not going to be at your beck and call like a dog."

While washing, he heard Yanxi answering the phone and going out.After packing up with a wooden face, he went straight back to his room.If he had to do this shit task, he would do it well, anyway, he was going to sleep now.

The clams bought yesterday were placed on the table in the room. Perhaps they have been held back for too long, and almost all the clams in them are almost dead.He stared at it for a while but didn't see the clam spit bubbles.Suddenly, that sense of powerlessness came to my heart again.

Sometimes Cicada feels like a walking dead. From the moment he put the knife into his father's body, from the moment he signed an agreement with Yanxi to become a killer, and from the moment he changed his name to Cicada, he lived to kill people, make money, and atone for sins. .

He thought of the man holding goldfish candies he met on the way back, and the words he had asked himself.

Although those strange words sounded like a cult/religion, he had to admit that some things really touched his heart.

He didn't dare to tell anyone, and sometimes he really felt that this kind of life was enough.

"If you can protect my brother's life, it doesn't matter whether it's impermanence after death, or Niutou, even Po Meng, and you can do whatever you want."

……

The money for Xinfu's medical treatment is almost ready, and with the ticket earned today, it is almost ready to leave.

It was already dawn, and the sounds of people's activities gradually began to be heard on the street outside. He was obviously very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning in bed.He simply took out his mobile phone and began to look at the ticket, the blue light of the mobile phone hit his face, illuminating his frowning brows.

He threw the phone away, rolled over and buried his head in the pillow.The fluffy pillow was completely sunken, only a light golden head was exposed.

10 minutes later--

"Oh shit."

Cicada cursed secretly and got up from the bed and began to dress.

Although that Yanxi guy was the one who introduced him, his boxing skills were really poor. He couldn't let Yanxi face the killer named "Whale" alone.

It was at this time that he received a call from the hospital.

----

Nobuo Harada's condition suddenly deteriorated, which was something that no one expected.

Yukimura and Masami did not buy nothing after playing outside for a day. He was fine when he gave Nobuo Harada a gift after returning to the hospital that night.

At dawn, Yami suddenly said that she was in a panic.Yukimura asked her what was going on, but she couldn't answer.

When she caught sight of the gift bag, she suddenly suggested that perhaps she should go and see Nobuo Harada.Yukimura was a little suspicious, but when he realized that many strange things had happened to Masami, he got up and went downstairs to Nobuo's ward.

I knocked on the door twice and no one answered, the door was simply unlocked, and it opened with a light push.

Then I saw him lying on the bed, sideways, with a painful look and weak breathing, just holding his broken leg and silently enduring something, even Yukimura didn't have the energy to look at him after he entered the door.

"Nobuo!"

"Beep—"

Yukimura decisively pressed the emergency button.Masami Nagasawa, who was the first to discover the abnormality, also changed a little the moment Yukimura pressed the button.

She didn't understand, logically speaking, the flow of power should be between her and Yukimura, why this time it somehow acted on Nobuo Harada...

The medical staff rushed over quickly and sent Nobuo Harada to the emergency room in an orderly manner, followed by Seiichi Yukimura as a friend.

Later, Cicada, who arrived in a hurry, was being dragged to pay the fee and sign. There were only Yukimura Seiichi and Nagasawa Masami outside the emergency room.After not sleeping all night and being impatient, when the cicada arrived, her eyes were almost red and her whole body exuded a dangerous aura.The little nurse who came to receive him was taken aback by his aura.

Yukimura took the initiative to hand a lemon to Cicada, who took it in a little surprise, thanked him slowly and calmed down slowly.The little nurse briefly described the situation, and Cicada silently followed her to pay and sign.

In the quiet corridor, Yukimura Seiichi and Nagasawa Masami sat quietly on the bench, people who looked at the red light at the end of the corridor were a little at a loss.

"It'll be fine." Yami said.

"Yeah." Yukimura said in a low voice.

The corridor was brightly lit, she sat beside him, even though they held each other's hands tightly, Yami still only had a blurred outline left.As soon as she moved, the mercury-like silhouette also moved.

"Would I look scary now..." Masami lowered her head, looked at the hands they held, and suddenly asked.

"Huh? No." Yukimura was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

"Then what are you afraid of?" Yami asked.

"...I just suddenly thought, what if one day my illness can't be cured?" Yukimura was silent for a while, his eyes filled with deep meaning.

"There won't be that day. Nobuo will be fine, and you will be fine."

"What if there is? Then I will never play tennis again in my life."

"Then change it."

"But I seem to only like tennis." Yukimura laughed at himself.

Yami sighed, turned her head and cupped his face, and said seriously, "Then I will accompany you and search one by one until you meet the next career you really like."

……

She was answered with a hug.

"…Thanks."

Yami patted him on the back reassuringly, "Promise me, after I'm gone...no matter what happens during the treatment, please stick to it."

"it is good…"

Yukimura buried his head on her shoulder and neck with his eyes closed, and was about to adjust his movements again when he suddenly lost his embrace.

Both were stunned.

"Yami..."

"I don't know if it's time..." She stared at her slowly thinning palm with distress, "But in order not to miss it, let's talk about it once."

She cleared her throat, as if she was picked up by a teacher to read a text in elementary school, with a solemn tone.

"Yukimura-kun, it's really troublesome for you to come this time!"

She paused, and her tone softened this time, "Ashi, I look forward to meeting you again."

She raised her head and showed a big smiling face. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she could truly feel her smile, and could imagine the gorgeous lights reflected in her eyes.

"It was my good fortune to meet you too - we will see you soon."

"Okay, it's a deal."

"It's a deal."

...

But in the seven years since then, Yukimura Seichi has never seen a girl named Nagasawa Masami again.

The author has something to say: I will finish this matter tomorrow!Estimated [-] words.The ending has been written, and the transition is almost over

☆, dust settled

March [-]

Maybe it's because of his life, Nobuo Harada walked through the gate of hell yesterday and woke up again.

When Harada Nobuo was sent out of the operating room, Cicada came over and took a look. Seeing that he was not in good spirits, Yukimura suggested that he go to his ward to sleep for a while, and he would help guard Nobuo instead of him, and notify him as soon as there was news.

Cicada stared at him for a long while, as if confirming Yukimura's true intentions.

"I'll just stay here and guard him." He refused.I asked the nurse for a chair and put it in front of Nobuo's bed.

Seeing this, Yukimura Seiichi couldn't say anything more, the two of them didn't know each other well, and there was nothing to talk about.Yukimura returned to his room after sitting there for a while.

In the evening, Nobuo Harada still didn't wake up.Cicada received a dinner in the hospital, and received a call from Yanxi not long after eating.

...

"Hi, what's the matter?" Yukimura asked politely.

Cicada standing outside his door was holding the phone tightly in his hand, struggling a little in his eyes.

"Mr. Yukimura, can you do me a favor..."

Cicada asked him to help watch Harada Nobuo, and he was going to solve some work matters.

"My employer has encountered some things, and I hope I can help him immediately." Cicada explained to him in this way.

"Nobuo is my friend, I will take good care of him, please rest assured." Yukimura replied.

Hearing his promise, Cicada breathed a sigh of relief. "That would be great..."

Yukimura turned around and went back to his room to take a book, greeted the nurse on duty, and walked to the elevator with Cicada.

As if suddenly thinking of something, Cicada pulled his hand out of his pocket and handed something to Yukimura.

"Bank card?" Yukimura raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Cicada replied nonchalantly, "If my brother wakes up and I haven't come back, you can give him this thing."

"Also..." Chan paused, with a hint of sternness in his eyes, "Anyone who comes to visit must not agree."

"…it is good."

Yukimura's unexpectedly straightforward answer surprised Cicada.He twitched the corners of his mouth, not finding the reason too difficult to explain. "My occupation is a bit special. We are easy to offend people in this line of work. I'm just afraid that people will seek revenge and find him."

Not only is it easy to offend people, Cicada is best at destroying families. If she can provoke anyone in this way, it will definitely be a deep hatred.

Yukimura is a smart person, he never asks about things that shouldn't be asked.

The two walked to the elevator, and Cicada reached out and pressed the down button.

"It's really enviable, you sound very healthy." He said suddenly.

"Huh?" Why did you say that suddenly.

But Cicada obviously had no intention of explaining.He stuffed the card into Yukimura Seiichi's hand, just as the elevator had just arrived.He waved his hand and stepped into the elevator.

"gone."

The elevator started up again soon, Yukimura looked at the bank card in his hand, then looked up at Cicada, the gradually closing elevator door slowly covered Yukimura's sight, and also covered the expression on Cicada's face of death.

Suddenly Yukimura suddenly remembered what Nobuo said before that he could hear the sound of 'death', so did the 'your voice sounds healthy' that Cicada said just now mean that his vitality is very strong?

What about...they themselves?

Yukimura didn't know what happened, but judging from Cicada's expression, it was definitely not as simple as something happened to the employer.

...

When Nobuo woke up the next day, Cicada hadn't come back, Yukimura repeated what Cicada said to him, and then handed him the credit card.

Nobuo Harada, who had just suffered a serious illness, took the credit card in a daze, as if confused by the news.

Seeing his expression, Yukimura immediately became more sure that his previous guess was correct.Then, the mood became heavy.

"…sorry."

Nobuo shook his head and pulled the corner of his mouth to show a weak smile, "This is his own choice, you can't stop it, you don't need to apologize."

"Can you hold my phone for me?"

Yukimura handed him the mobile phone on the bedside table, and Nobuo first dug out Iwanishi's phone and called it. A pleasant female voice reminded him that the phone had been turned off.

He hesitated for a moment and called Cicada again. This time he got through, but no one answered.The phone rang for more than ten seconds and was suddenly hung up. He exited the reminder interface and called again. This time the reminder was also to shut down the phone.

"Maybe...he's busy now..." Yukimura comforted, and Nobuo Harada smiled at him, but obviously didn't listen.

"Let's not talk about it, where's Miss Nagasawa?"

"…may have gone back."

"...Congratulations." Nobuo smiled at him, "The wagashi that day was delicious. Thank you."

"As long as you like it." It was Yami's suggestion to bring some snacks.Nobuo Harada lived in the hospital for most of the year and rarely had the opportunity to go out, so Yami wanted to bring him something with a regional flavor.

"Mr. Harada? It's time for an examination." The nurse leaned forward and said.

"...Then I'll go back first."

"…goodbye."

Nobuo Harada started his new round of treatment, and Yukimura also started his new rehabilitation training.

Within a few days, neither of them heard any more news about Cicada.

Nobuo Harada called again and again, whether it was Yanxi or Cicada, they were all turned off.It can be said that it is extremely abnormal for two people to appear in such a situation together.

"...Maybe it's just a special mission..." Harada Nobuo persuaded himself, but he also knew that maybe the truth of the matter was not so good.

Four days later, Yanxi got through on the phone. It was the voice of a strange man. The other party hung up the phone almost immediately after receiving the call, and then turned off the phone again.

Cicada panicked immediately, and it didn't take long for Cicada's number to call him, and he answered the phone almost trembling.

"Hello, this is Tokyo Ginza District Police Department, two days ago..."

Cicada died, falling from a broken window of a tall building together with a man Nobuo didn't know.

I heard that there was an explosion in that building a few nights ago, and the two people were affected a little bit, and a large part of their bodies was burned, but according to the specific injuries and traces of the scene, they should have experienced a fight.

During the process, Cicada put down her right ear.No one else knew why, but Nobuo knew that it was the one he could hear the cicadas singing.

"The mobile phone was also broken during the jump. It took us some time to retrieve the information. I hope you can cooperate with our investigation..."

"I am his family."

"Huh?" The policeman who took the record was taken aback, this was a bit different from his script.

"The owner of the phone... can I claim his body?"

"...Of course. Have you brought your ID? Considering your emotions, we can do this first." The policeman seemed a little stiff in his words, but luckily he was understanding.

"…Thanks."

Shinfu paused, and a bad premonition flashed in his mind, "There is another person...a friend of mine. He also lost contact."

"Name? Age? Do you have a photo?" The policeman became serious in an instant.

Nobuo thought about it, and pulled out the only photo of the three of them from his mobile phone, which was taken when Cicada took him home for dinner a few days ago.

He sat in the middle and smiled innocently. Yanxi took out his mobile phone with great interest and adjusted it to take a selfie. His posture was a little weird. Cicada sat at the farthest place from the camera, and despite his disgust, he still showed his face.

The three of them seemed to be in perfect harmony.

"A man named Yanxi, about 40 years old."

The policeman took his cell phone and looked at it, then suddenly fell silent.

"...He also died. Four days ago, he fell directly from the upstairs in the evening. It is suspected that he committed suicide...The person who called the police was me on my way from get off work."

...

When Yukimura got the news, Nobuo just knocked on the door and asked him if he wanted to go to the secret base together.

"I've been saying to take you there before, are you going to have a look today?" He still smiled softly, without any flaws.

Seeing his smile, Yukimura felt a dull pain in his heart.

The two entered the elevator room, and Nobuo pressed down on the first floor.

"You didn't find me yesterday, you must be in a hurry."

"...Your brother asked me to take good care of you." Yukimura was a little helpless. He still remembered how depressing Nobuo's world-weariness was when he was just admitted to the hospital.

He was afraid that Nobuo would not be able to think about it for a while. Although he couldn't imagine what choice he would make if he were in Nobuo's situation, at least he didn't want to see Nobuo commit suicide.

The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge, and there is no target now, but no one can tell in the future... He believes that Cicada is also willing to watch Nobuo live well.

"I got discharge permission yesterday." Nobuo interrupted his association.

"Eh?"

"I went to places I haven't been to for a long time, and I did what I wanted to do."

Yukimura didn't say anything.

"I was holding a help kit, and I was standing on the streets of Shinjuku—I heard that there was an accident there two days ago, and blood was still visible on the floor."

If Harada Nobuo knew that the young master Terahara who died there was the culprit who killed Cicada and Iwanishi, his tone would never be as relaxed as it is now-but he would never know.

"Nobuo..."

"Of course, I also showed my prosthetic limb." Nobuo Harada ignored his call and continued talking.

He chuckled, "A lot of money was raised by accident."

"...Why did you show your prosthetic limbs?"

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