Tutoring colleagues - doomed

Everyone has something that they can't avoid, which sticks into the flesh and blood, and after taking root and sprouting, it seems to be in the terminal stage of terminal illness.

And this, for us, is memory.

No one can tell us how to go in the future, and no one can teach us how to face the painful memories deep in the folds of our brains.

——"Memory Rift"

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Memory. 1 Liudaoku

I live in a world without light and warmth.Where were you at that time?

It would be great if you could appear in front of me.

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Gollum.

Gollum.

A string of blisters rises from the blackness, then bursts.

The faint sound died away in an instant, and there was a frightening silence again.It's very cold here, and there's not even a shred of sunlight.total darkness.

His hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and his body was trapped in a glass tank, and he was not even allowed to open his eyes.Due to the long-term dormant state of the body, various functions have weakened to varying degrees. Even if his consciousness is very clear, the body is not controlled by consciousness.He wanted to call someone, but he didn't even have the strength to yell, although it wasn't a problem for him to "call".

A silent world.Colorless world.A world without light.

Only his world.

"……grown ups--"

A weak call sounded from where the bubble rose.

"Master Mukuro—"

The thin lips covered by the mask evoked a smile, releasing a little warmth.

Ah, dear Collom—

In the distant Pongollie Castle, the one-eyed girl was surrounded by a mist, and the figure behind her ears was still slender, but it was obviously a man's powerful figure.The peerless and handsome man looked back, with a clear and seductive smile.In the right eye that was not covered by the blindfold, a character six clearly appeared in the center of the bright red pupil.

"Muku, you're here."

The young man with long brown hair sat with his back to the window, and the setting sun cast brilliant light behind him.

"Ah, what a long-lost room. And the long-lost boss, Tsunayoshi Sawada." Responding to him with a smile, Mukuro put his hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward. "You're alone in a room with me, aren't you afraid that I'll take the opportunity to do bad things?"

Gang ignored him, and instead took out a stack of documents and handed them to him, "I thought you would be more interested in this mission."

Mukuro raised his eyebrows, took it noncommittally and glanced at it.Immediately, the pupils shrank slightly, and the strange-colored eyes stayed on a noun on the paper.

Japan.

Oh, what a nostalgic name.

A smile slowly formed on the thin lips.

"I'm really interested."

"Bang——! Bang——!"

There were two clean gunshots, and blood spattered everywhere.

The light golden sunlight leaked down through the trees, and the small spots of light shone on the corpses lying on the grass, giving off a strange and silent beauty.As soon as the wind blows, the whole forest is filled with the sound of "rustling", and the surrounding area is quiet except for the chirping of birds.Everything is as beautiful as a landscape painting by a famous painter, as if what just happened here is just an illusion, and the pool of bright red blood on the ground is not real.

There were two men lying in front of Mukuro, one of them was motionless, with thick blood gushing from between his brows, while the other was still writhing in pain on the snow.The man seemed to be strangled by someone, his lips moved open and closed, but he couldn't make a complete sound. He could only frantically scratch his throat with both hands, and there was an obvious begging in Mukuo's eyes.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The hoarse and voiced voice of a dumb person echoed in the quiet woods, as cold as winter.

"Do you want me to let you go?" Mukuro looked down at the man wriggling like a worm, with a gentle expression as if he wasn't the one who just shot. "Impossible, who made you mess with someone you shouldn't. And with you like this, wouldn't it be better to die?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The man still desperately opened his mouth to speak vaguely, and tried to grab Mukuro's windbreaker with his hands.With a flash, the man fell to the ground.

The black barrel of the gun was aimed at the man's temple.

"Arrivederci."

boom--!

After dealing with the two of them, Mukuro put away his gun and walked out of the woods without caring about the corpse.

Not wanting to go back to Italy so soon, but he couldn't think of anywhere to go, so Mukuro just started wandering aimlessly in the streets.After walking for about 10 minutes, Mukuro accidentally saw a park across the street.The park is not very big. At a glance, you can see the swing frame and sand pool for children to play. A group of children are having fun there, but there are no other people.

Mukuro stopped at the spot and thought for a while, then walked towards the park.

After entering the park, Mule picked a flower bed in the corner and sat down. At this moment, the little ghosts who had attracted his attention from the moment he came in swarmed up. .The little ghosts opened their curious eyes, shining brightly.Rao was as calm as a skeleton, and he froze in an instant when surrounded by a large group of little ghosts.

"Hey, big brother, are you a foreigner? I heard from my mother that the hair and eyes of foreigners are different colors from ours. So it's true."

"Isn't Big Brother's country fun?"

"Brother, you look so cool, where did you buy this dress? I want one too!"

Mukuro listened dumbfounded as they asked questions one by one.Are all the brats these days so curious?

Just as he was trying to excuse him not being able to understand Japanese, he saw the only girl inside looking up at him, her brown eyes showing obvious expectation. "Where did big brother come from?"

He originally wanted to pretend he didn't see it and ignore it, but his mouth moved in a strange way.

"I am Italian."

What's the matter with him?Muku couldn't figure it out.

"Italy?! Is the big brother a football star?! My dad likes Italian teams very much!"

"My dad too!! I love it too!! They're all so handsome!!"

"I want to be a football star in the future too!!"

A new round of bombardment of questions immediately triggered interrupted Muku's thoughts, and Mukui, who committed crimes himself, shut up immediately.

Fortunately, the little ghosts' curiosity usually only lasts for 3 minutes, and they quickly give up Muke and continue their game.The children played very simple games, such as throwing stones, hopscotch, and wooden figures. Mu Si sat aside and watched boredly, falling asleep with his chin resting on his hands.

What's the fun in this childish game?I really don't understand children.Thinking about my own childhood, it was bloody to the end, a simple childhood like theirs is normal.

"Have you never played it?I really want to know how your childhood was like? 』

Such a sentence suddenly flashed in my mind.Mukuro was in a daze.

Someone seems to have said that before.

"I want to teach you what a normal, healthy and beautiful childhood is. If you are so distorted at a young age, you will definitely become a devil when you grow up." 』

The extremely helpless words still rang in her ears, and she seemed to be able to see the bright smile on her face when she closed her eyes.The memory is so clear and distinct, as if it just happened yesterday.

Why did he suddenly think of her?Three years have passed since she was imprisoned in the water prison, and it has been five years since the first meeting with her. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are like reincarnation, and everything will become something that is neither important nor important.The appearance of the person in the memory has long been blurred, and even the voice can hardly be remembered, but it still cannot be erased from the heart.

Is memory at work?

Mukuro sneered.

I forgot who said that memories are just fragments and fragments of memory combined and reconstructed creations.Memories, in fact, equal to fantasy.People will erase all the colors of painful and sad memories, or simply seal them deep in their hearts.On the contrary, some memories obviously have no color, but the memory regards it as having color, paints it on its own, and beautifies it without authorization.

Human memory is simply unreliable.

Then, even if he connects all the memory fragments in his hand and makes "her" vividly revive in his mind, such "she" may not be "her" anymore...

Sometimes he even thinks that that "time" may never have existed at all, and everything is a lie.

——If it's true, why don't you appear in front of me now?

His body trembled slightly, and Mukuro subconsciously hugged himself tightly.

At this time, there was a slight tug on the sleeve.Mukuro lowered his head, and a scarf suddenly wrapped around his neck.The little brown-haired girl stood on the edge of the flower bed and smiled brightly at him, holding the end of her scarf in her hand.

"Big brother, I can lend you Taoxiang's scarf."

Mukuro looked down at the scarf that couldn't even wrap around his neck. It was not only poorly crafted, but also too childish.What the hell is this.Mukuro was quite puzzled: "Why did you give it to me?"

The little girl tilted her head, as if she couldn't understand what he meant: "Because big brother looks very cold. Taoxiang is not cold, so I lent it to big brother."

The hand that was about to take off the scarf stopped.

"Really? I look... cold?"

The smile was slightly bitter.

He finally knew why he thought of "her".

It turned out that it was because I was too cold.

Because it was too cold, I relied on recalling the "her" in my memory to find sporadic warmth for myself in the cold and dark.

Mukuro left before the children's parents came to pick them up.Probably because a filthy person like him is really not suitable to stay in a clean place, he just felt a little uncomfortable in his chest.

Walking on the street, every time he passed by, the eyes of pedestrians were always focused on Mukui, and even some people who had already passed turned their heads to look at him.Normally, when Mukuro was in a good mood, he might return them a smile.But Mukuro just wanted to get out of here quickly.

"Did you watch yesterday's TV series? Haruka is so handsome——"

"Zhe Ye is handsome, right?! Do you have an aesthetic vision?"

"What are you talking about? You are the one who has no vision, right?"

"Too lazy to argue with you."

"Hey, Sakura, look at her—"

The noisy conversation gradually expanded from far to near, and a group of female high school students approached directly in front of them. When they approached him, their voices suddenly dropped.

"That man is so handsome... ten thousand times more handsome than Haruya..."

"That's right... Tetsuya is like an unevolved ape compared to him..."

"...you two..."

Feeling that his eyes seemed to fall on his face again, he walked over with a cold face and a bad mood.

The moment he passed by, a strand of brown hair suddenly drifted past the corner of his eyes.Muke turned his head, but only managed to catch the group of girls not far away disappearing around the corner.There were no brunettes at all.

Must be wrong.

Laughing at himself from the bottom of his heart, Muku turned and continued walking forward.

Next time you come to Japan, go find it again——

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Memory. 2 thousand divisions ten fog

At that time, we were still trapped in our respective hells, with no way out.

Even so, even if I met you, I still don't know you.

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"It's not that you are bad, but that I can't stand it anymore. To be honest, you don't like me, you always feel like you are looking at someone through me. I'm sorry, let's break up."

Seeing the young man who is now his ex-boyfriend talking a lot of nonsense, Tomogi couldn't react as a normal woman should after being dumped.

18 years of life can almost be regarded as wasted.I finally succeeded in confessing, but I was dumped a week after dating. I thought it was because I frightened the other party with my desperate drive to work, but I didn't expect the reason to be like this...

Ten fog wants to cry but has no tears.

"How? Did you get dumped again?"

The ex-boyfriend stepped out of the door of the coffee shop with the front foot, and the back foot of the friend stepped on the floor of the seat opposite her.

She replied helplessly: "Yes."

"I don't know how to comfort you better. Saying 'everything is meant to be, one day the right man will come to meet you on a white horse so all the misfortune before that is actually a harbinger of luck' won't make you feel better?"

"...You better not say it."

"Actually, you are not bad-looking, and you have a good personality. The most important thing is that you are willing to work hard to make money. I really don't understand why you were dumped. Could it be that Shiwu actually has someone else as your true destiny?"

Ten Wu gave her a blank stare: "How is it possible? If there is, I don't need to look for a boyfriend everywhere. This is just an excuse to get rid of me."

"But when I saw you getting along with that ex-boyfriend, I also felt that something was wrong. Hmm... I really don't feel the sticky affection that a man and a woman in love should have."

"...Just say I'm not feminine and let him get rid of me."

"That's not what I mean! I just think, compared to your ex-boyfriend, you seem a little too cold."

"My character is like this, sticky communication is not suitable for me."

"Then, is there a real man?"

The woman is gossiping again.Ten Wuji rolled his eyes desperately.

"Tell me, I promise I won't let it out!"

Seeing her put her hands together and raise her head above her head, Shiwu coughed lightly: "I really can't do anything about you..." Glancing at the way her friend's eyes lit up immediately, she showed a perfect smile and said very seriously: "The answer is no at all. .” Then he secretly smiled inwardly, admiring her suddenly collapsed expression.

"Doo. Doo."

Suddenly an electronically synthesized sound sounded from inside the coat, and Shiwu hurriedly tore off the friend who was hanging on his body, and took out his phone to check.

"XX Road XX Park.come quickly. -Long Island

"What's the matter?" My friend looked strangely at Shiwu putting on his coat and preparing to leave.

"Suddenly there is an urgent matter at the part-time job, and I have to rush. Sorry, I'll treat you to coffee next time."

"...I wanted to ask you a long time ago, how many part-time jobs do you have?"

"I'm poor, of course I can do as much as I can."

Smiling and answering her, Tomogiri put on the scarf and walked out into the white world.

Turning around the alley, walking through a few streets, and soon came to the agreed place.In a forest mixed with white snow, several police cars were parked. The police cars surrounded an area framed by yellow tape, where the police were densely packed.

"Mr. Nagashima." Ten Wu walked to the familiar police officer and greeted him.

The Long Island Police Department nodded and said, "I'm sorry to have to call you out when you are on vacation."

"It's okay, I don't have anything particularly important anyway." It's just being dumped.

As he said that, Tomogi shifted his gaze to the area framed by the yellow tape. There were two corpses lying on it. The corpses were covered with a thin layer of snow. The blood hadn't dried up, and it seemed that they had just died.

"Our police came here just after receiving the news. The identities of these two people are unknown, and their IDs are all fake. It seems that they should be black households who were wiped out at the national household registration office. I want you to help me find out their identities .”

She showed a professional smile: "No problem."

Bypassing the rookie policeman who seemed to want to prevent her from entering, Tomogiri squatted down in front of the corpse, her eyes only stayed on the bloody face frozen in fear for a second before turning to check the corpse, she touched one of them lightly. The right hand of the corpse, which is still considered intact, closed its eyes and concentrated on the touch point.

A series of images played back quickly in her mind like a movie.

An ancient town full of foreign flavor.Men in black suits.money.firearms.Assassination.Then the scene changed and it became the modern city of Tokyo.Disguised his identity and fled everywhere.He was shot several times in the back in the woods and was killed instantly.But the strange thing is that I can't see any information about the person who shot the gun.

Roughly skimming these images, Ten Mist dives deeper,

— Gulu Gulu.

— Gulu Gulu.

At this time, a series of strange sounds suddenly appeared in my mind, like the sound of water bubbles rising from the darkness and then bursting.

Ten Wu did not consciously concentrate on exploring the depths.Immediately afterwards, a burst of icy cold enveloped her body suddenly, and the surrounding space instantly turned into icy water.

The whole body... can't move!

"... Ten fogs! Ten fogs——!"

Suddenly woke up.

The Long Island Police Department looked at her worriedly. She wiped her face dully and found that her hands were covered with sweat.

"Are you okay? Why haven't you spoken for so long?"

"...No, I'm fine."

The Long Island Police Department looked at her again worriedly, and handed over a handkerchief, "Wipe off your sweat."

"Thank you." Ten Wu took the handkerchief and said while wiping his hands, "These two men are members of the Oates family, a small and medium-sized Italian mafia. The one on the left is called Luke Blaze, 35 years old, single, and the one on the right is called Lak Gundor, 30 years old, single. They seem to have attempted to steal family secrets and were dealt with. The killer should be the big family that the Oates family is attached to, but the name of this family and the appearance of the killer You can’t even see it, it’s like being erased by someone.”

"Really? It doesn't matter if you don't know those things, just treat it as the result of gang fights. Thank you for your hard work."

Ten Wuji remembered what he saw just now. If there was nothing wrong, she should have become the murderer. He saw everything that happened through his eyes, but he didn't hear the sound or see his face.Even if I say it, it probably won't help.

When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back, and Shiwu smiled and said, "You're welcome."

"You're welcome." Ten Wusui turned his head and looked at the policemen surrounding him. He caught a glimpse of fear and disgust in their eyes, and the smile on Ten Wusong's face was still intact. "Next is your work. .”

"Senior, that girl just touched the corpse for a while, how did she know?"

"Ah... that, that's how I know."

"What do you mean?"

"That means she can 'see'."

"Can you see it? Could it be that...she can see the memory of the dead?"

"That's what it means. Scary, isn't it?"

"Uh, it's a little bit. But, aren't girls afraid of corpses? I didn't expect her to even touch a corpse without frowning. She's so calm."

"It's not right to say calm, but she didn't even shed a tear when her mother died. No, it should be called a monster."

All the whispers of the criminal policemen behind her reached her ears, and the Long Island policeman gave her a "sorry" look, and walked over to teach them a lesson.Tomogi smiled, still standing with his back to them watching the snow scene.

Russ, rustle, rustle...

The sound of snow falling came from all directions, and the exhaled white air floated in the air. Against the backdrop of the forest, there was a feeling of bleakness and loneliness.White surrounded the surroundings, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be drowned by the white snow.It was eerily silent.

I remember that the day my mother left was the most beautiful autumn day for Hongfeng.

She came home late because of school club activities, and it was already night when she got home.She was afraid that her mother would be angry, so she opened the door quietly, and found that there was no light in the room, and she yelled a few times, but still no one answered.When I stepped on the corridor, I stepped on something slippery on the soles of my feet, and there was a fishy-sweet rusty smell coming to my nostrils.

She didn't dare to imagine what it was, whose it belonged to, and a series of questions.However, what she saw when she stumbled to the living room is still engraved in her mind.

Amid the bloodshed, she saw her mother.It was so fragmented that it could no longer be called complete. It used to be her mother's body.

It was a scene of hell on earth.The moon hanging on the sky is very round and hideous, and it seems that it is also laughing happily at this tragedy.

Since that day, another 12 years have passed.I can't believe that I have survived 12 years by myself...

"--sorry to keep you waiting."

The voice of the Long Island Police Department woke up Togiri from his memories, and when he looked back, the Long Island Police Department was looking at him worriedly.

"are you OK?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

After politely responding, she listened attentively, and the whispering behind her seemed to have stopped, but the mixed emotions in her eyes still did not fade away.She tightened her hands in her pockets, and she smiled.

"Then, I'll go first. But don't forget to transfer the remuneration to my account. I will rely on it for my food this month."

"……understood."

Under the helpless gaze of the Long Island Police Department, Shiwu slowly walked out of the woods.

nothing.

She said so to herself in her heart.

Even tomorrow or in the future, she can still smile naturally, as if nothing had happened.

She's always been this way in the past.

I don't know how long I walked, the surrounding scenery has changed from woods to city streets, but the snow is still falling.Shiwu walked behind a group of girls with her head down, breathing heavily to warm her cold hands.

"Did you watch yesterday's TV series? Haruka is so handsome——"

"Zhe Ye is handsome, right?! Do you have an aesthetic vision?"

"What are you talking about? You are the one who has no vision, right?"

"Too lazy to argue with you."

"Hey, Sakura, look at her—"

The female high school students in front were really noisy, Tomagiri frowned but didn't speak.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced not far ahead, and a young man covered in black was walking towards him.When she was away from home, Shiwu didn't want to have any contact with these bad elements, even if they looked like them. She still understood the truth that "it's not a matter of this person's carelessness to cause trouble".Ten Wu did not dare to make eye contact with him, and walked to the side of the group of girls without any trace.

ten meters.Eight meters.five meters.Getting closer.

"That man is so handsome... ten thousand times more handsome than Haruya..."

"That's right... Tetsuya is like an unevolved ape compared to him..."

"...you two..."

Hearing the exclamation of the female high school student, Tomogi wanted to look back, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the young man with the weird hairstyle just about to turn around, so she immediately bowed her head and walked forward in fright.

When passing by, there was a faint fragrance mixed in the cold winter wind.

It is the smell of lotus.

Maybe, maybe it's really handsome.

At that time, her only thought was "I should look back just now".

Then, he left without looking back.