The Day After Tomorrow: Funeral (Part 2)

The funeral of Tsunayoshi Sawada was tragic.

He had been cut off from the normal world for almost ten years and didn't really know anyone outside the organization.

As for the members of the organization, after that incident, those who should be arrested were arrested, and those who were not arrested were lurking in the dark, with no good intentions towards the Godfather who ruined their future.

Therefore, there was only one police officer who knew about it.

And, the Miyano family's sisters.

When Miyano Shiho showed up here, the police had already left. Although she was a member of the organization, she was still young and had not done anything illegal. She also had a relationship with S, so she was quickly released and protected along with her sister. She temporarily lost the right to go out at will.

But today was an accident.

Miyano Shiho was wearing a black miniskirt, and behind her was Miyano Akemi, who was also wearing a black skirt and a black hat. Almost the same black veil fell diagonally from the hat, covering the two sisters' identical eyes.

Because it was still in the control period, after the two people got off the car, it was Shuichi Akai who got out from the driver's seat.

The former member of the organization and current FBI investigator still has a high reputation in the police department because of the previous cooperation. Therefore, as soon as he got out of the car, he received subtle gazes from different directions.

He adjusted his sunglasses and pretended nothing had happened.

The group walked in. Miyano Shiho was carrying a bouquet of white lilies, which looked a bit lonely under the guy's smile.

Although Akemi Miyano felt sad for the husband who protected her and her sister, her sister was more important.

She hesitated for a moment, and when she was about to go forward to comfort him, she was stopped by Shuichi Akai.

The young man with black hair and green eyes shook his head slightly.

Miyano Shiho's temporary loneliness did not last long. She had actually expected this situation... She had inexplicably sensed something was wrong when that guy, with a look of impending death on his face, took her out to play as if they were the same as before.

"If you are going to die, don't die here with me."

She always looked at the experimental data in her hand while speaking harshly to that guy. Occasionally, he would bend his eyebrows and soften his voice to "act coquettishly" without any of the cold and ruthless organization boss in the legend, but most of the time, there would be no response at all.

So she sighed, slowly put down what she was holding, turned around, and found that the other person had fallen into a deep sleep.

The first time, Miyano Shiho was a little flustered. She hesitated cautiously for a long time, intending to add a blanket to the other party and then test the other party's body temperature - after all, when they were just hugging each other, she felt that Johnny's body temperature seemed unexpectedly high.

So Miyano Shiho found the stuffed cat blanket that the other party had bought for her and tried to get over on tiptoe, only to see Johnny open his eyes with increased alertness.

"What? It's Shiho." He pressed his temples tiredly, then sat up again, and began to tour her laboratory with great interest and clumsiness.

After so many times, Miyano Shiho became the big boss's resting place, and her reputation in the organization became more and more weird. She almost became another Vermouth of the Johnny English era... Help! If those rumors are true, then Johnny English would really be a pedophile!

Miyano Shiho was speechless, so her sister Akemi took to the keyboard to try to clear her name. Then she accidentally met the leader of the Kotozun CP fans in the organization's forum, and they often fought against each other.

Later I found out that the person opposite was Shiho Miyano of Vodka: …

There is always a very reasonable feeling.

But outside of the shelter, Miyano Shiho did serve as Johnny's family physician at certain times - just a crappy one.

Therefore, perhaps no one knew better than her that Johnny Winga had been in a state of high fever for almost the entire year.

In her words, "You are lucky not to have gone to Sanzu River yet."

However, the other party did not feel offended after hearing this, but instead showed a nostalgic smile.

"Maybe it's because Sanzu River won't take me in for the time being." He said with nostalgia.

Miyano Shiho was silent for a moment, then reached out her hand and touched the other person's head while he was looking at her in confusion.

However, because this family is like a big stove burning all year round, Miyano Shiho couldn't feel any difference from usual when she stretched out her hand, but she still came to the conclusion with a serious face.

"Well, it really is a brain-burn."

Then the chief's personal doctor forced him to lie on the sofa. The 1.80-meter-tall young man curled up on her single sofa feeling a little aggrieved, with drooping eyebrows, looking at her aggrievedly. Even a heart made of steel would become soft.

Miyano Shiho couldn't help but sigh.

She hugged him around the waist in a rare childish way, finally hugging him like a little girl of her age, breathing in Johnny's scent.

The strange relationships rumored by the outside world are of course false, but if you say that the relationship between Miyano Shiho and Johnny Shouga is no different from that of ordinary organization members, even the seemingly aloof Miyano Shiho will shake her head to deny it.

If we have to come up with a definition... Shiho Miyano thought that Johnny Yingjia would probably be like a brother.

Just like her elder sister who was weak by nature but still hoped to create a world for her, Johnny Winger also doted on her in the same way.

Therefore, Miyano Shiho breathed in the breath belonging to Johnny Lung gently and carefully. The weather was not cold, so the other party was only wearing a thin black shirt, but even through the shirt, she could feel the heat from the other party's body.

Miyano Shiho knew that this was related to some research of the organization, and she was also trying to break into this field, hoping to solve the condition of this patient with a high fever.

But she could vaguely feel that she probably couldn't stop it.

So she could only hug him like this, trying to keep him.

"Do we have to do this?" she asked softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Sawada Tsunayoshi uttered an "eh".

He was a little hesitant. It was almost the first time he saw such a well-behaved little Shiho, and he couldn't help but want to stroke her soft short hair.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was not surprised to hear the other party's question.

After all, Miyano Shiho is so smart and always stays by his side, so maybe she has already seen something.

He originally wanted to get away with it.

But he felt it.

Miyano Shiho raised her head, looked at him firmly, and repeated her question.

"Do you really have to do this?" Do you really have to leave us?

——She is trembling.

So Sawada Tsunayoshi followed his own heart and soothed the frightened kitten as if he were rubbing a cat. He was thinking a lot in his mind, but it seemed like he was not thinking about anything. He was just smoothing out the other person's hair bit by bit, while also smoothing out his own mood.

finally.

"I'm sorry." He lowered his eyes, with a hint of indifference and sadness, "Please forgive me, Shiho."

"I won't forgive you."

Standing in front of the black and white photo with a gentle smile, Miyano Shiho suddenly spoke softly.

"I won't forgive you, idiot."

…

…

Novant Dutch went on the mission thinking it was just a normal one.

It was just an ordinary patrol mission, but the people under him were more or less stupid. However, thinking that he could let the boss brag about him when he returned, Novan endured it.

On the way back, he heard that there was a beautiful sea of ​​flowers in the neighboring town, so he took a walk around, picked out dozens of the most beautiful ones, put them together to make a bouquet, and imagined what they would look like when they took root in Boss's room.

Novan Dutch has no artistic talent. He is better at being a shark. As for being a shark, there is no need for any artistic skills. No matter what weapon it is, as long as he finds the right place and clicks it, the task will be completed neatly.

This was the idea he accepted in the laboratory. Later, the boss came and told him that this was wrong and incorrect.

Novan doesn't know what is right or wrong, but if he does something wrong, the Boss will not blame him. Instead, he will show a sad expression that is more terrifying than blaming him or whipping him.

This left Novan Dutch, who was born as a weapon, at a loss.

So later on he learned a little bit about something called "art" and learned to appreciate beauty, because this beauty was very suitable for his Boss.

Novan Dutch happily returned to the Boss with his flowers.

When these things are placed in Boss's study, Boss's nose will be filled with the scent of flowers and he will think of him; Boss will be able to see the vase as soon as he raises his eyes and he will also think of him.

As long as he thought that Boss would think of his appearance when he looked up at leisure, Novan Dutch felt that his life seemed to be bright.

The very existence of that person is the light of life.

However, when he returned to Japan and was back with his boss.

The light disappeared.

What was waiting for him was a cold black coffin.

His Boss was lying in the middle, looking calm and peaceful, as if he had finally had a good sleep.

"Boss," he knelt on one knee beside Boss, his long hair falling down and landing on the white lilies that covered the coffin.

His red eyes stared at the leader who was sleeping soundly. He suddenly felt that the other party would open his eyes hazily in the next moment and see his distressed yet gentle smile.

"It's Novan," he would say, in a gentle voice. "What's the matter?"

What happened?

Actually, it’s nothing.

I just want to look at you...always, always look at you.

But when he was able to see him for the last time, Novan was unexpectedly timid.

This was the first time that the man who was called the mad dog of Decimo, the person who secretly ruled the inner world, escaped like this and locked himself in a dark room, just like when he made a mistake and was locked in a small dark room by the "parent" of the laboratory.

The Boss appeared in front of him at that moment.

There was light behind the man in the black cloak, and when he bent down slightly, he became the light.

【Would you like to go with me? 】 he asked.

Novan Dutch hesitated, then stretched out his hand weakly.

This time, he didn't wait for the Boss to arrive.

The door was opened from the outside. Novan's heart started beating very fast for a moment, but when he saw who was coming, he quickly calmed down and returned to darkness.

"Don't you want to go see him?" Andrea asked, standing at the door against the light.

The young man's emerald eyes sparkled with light, like water, painful and sad: "You will never see him again, don't you want to go see him?"

But what's the point of going to see him?

Nowan thought that even if he went to see him, the boss would never open his eyes again.

He will sleep in that place forever, cold and dark... Will Boss say it's cold? He has always been so hot, if he lives in a slightly cooler place, he might like it more.

But even if you want to go to such a cool place, why don't you take him with you?

If he is not by the boss' side, if he cannot hear the boss' orders, then what is his use? What is the use of him named "95"?

All of the skills that Novan Dutch possesses, from killing and arson to cooking and warming the bed (?), are all prepared for a certain existence.

But if that person pulls away, all his skills will be completely useless.

He is of no use.

Novan remembered a story he had read about a blood seller who, when he got old and had money, was still craving for the fried pork liver and two liang of rice wine that he could only eat after selling blood, so he decided to sell blood.

But he was old, and he wanted to sell blood for himself, but he couldn't. His eyes were bright and his ears were not deaf, but the blood head said that no one wanted his blood, only painters, and it was only fit to paint furniture.

Novan felt that he was the one who sold blood.

But he didn't grow old.

But who wants his blood? Boss doesn't want it anymore.

What should he do? Can his blood also be used to paint the Boss's coffin? However, if this thing that has been transformed were to touch the Boss's bed, it would probably only stain it.

His blood will be black and smelly, revealing a side of him that he doesn't want the Boss to see.

He was like a stray dog ​​that had been tamed with great difficulty, but after suddenly losing its owner, he stumbled around without knowing where to go.

From now on he is a vicious dog without an owner.

…

…

Far away in Nami-cho, Gin, who was called the "assistant of public security", was freed before Miyano Shiho.

He was holding a book in his hand, which he bought when he went upstairs. The title of the book was "I worked hard alone to support the family, but there were still undercover agents, parallel imports, four, five, and six around me. I was also very upset."

The title of the book is very strange. The cover looks like a normal light novel cover. In the center is a beautiful girl with silver hair and green eyes, pointing outwards in a shooting gesture. Inside the cover is a very abstract little man. Judging from his hat, he is probably the guy on the cover.

When Gin picked up the book, he heard the otaku next to him holding his heart and saying, "Oh, I'm dead, my wife is masturbating me." For a moment, he thought that he must have vodka in his brain, which was why he picked up this thing.

Thinking of vodka, I feel a little uncomfortable with gin, which is considered to be an all-purpose little brother.

But what does it matter if you're not used to it? The Vodka guy has already been thrown into the police station and it won't be possible to get him out for a while.

Even if it's Gin, he will have to go out and avoid the limelight soon.

But Gin didn't really want to go out.

He would rather strut in front of the cops than go to strange places and sneak around like a rat.

—After all, they couldn’t arrest him in the act, could they?

This is all thanks to a self-righteous guy who put the label of a public security assistant on him. After all, it is an assisting relationship. If the public security takes him in again, it would be like destroying the bridge after crossing the river.

Would a good servant of the people do such a thing?

Therefore, even though they knew that he had never been a helper and had never done anything good, these cops could not catch him and could only stare at him with gritted teeth.

And Gin likes the way these guys can't stand him but can't get rid of him.

Life seems to be no different.

Not only that, because he had no mission, Gin was even more free and uninhibited. When he was bored, he would go to the police station and walk around the door. When the cops came out nervously, he would bite a Seven Stars, finish it slowly, and then leave leisurely.

Well, Gin admitted that doing this was indeed a bit boring.

But he has nothing to do, so what else can he do if he isn't bored?

But after a few times he stopped doing it because he could easily predict the cops' reactions, so it became boring.

Gin lay on the sofa, holding the chair with one hand, thinking back to those policemen who were either righteous and indignant or panic-stricken, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Later, the more senior of the cops came with documents and spoke to him frankly, saying that they were going to hire him as an instructor at their police academy.

"Shooting, fighting, rhetoric, if you wish, you can choose any class you want to take." The man named Kuroda Hei said, "What do you think?"

Gin bit his cigarette and glanced at the other person.

"No matter." He said slowly.

The other person gave a look of "as expected".

This guy is a smart guy, Gin knows that, but what does his intelligence have to do with him? He was already very polite by not pulling out his Beretta to shoot this guy, what else did he want to do?

But Kuroda Hei slowly drank a sip of water - he brought his own, who could count on this ancestor to pour water for him, he was lucky that he didn't poison it - and then looked up at Gin, or rather, Kurosawa Jin.

Even now, Kuroda Hei was still shocked by the dark aura emanating from Gin. If there had been any alarms in his mind, the room would have been in chaos from the moment he stepped into it.

Even without that thing, he would still have a headache.

But this is the guy that S is determined to pick up. Even if he has to grit his teeth, he has to pick up the Kurosawa formation that he cannot pick up at all.

So he thought for a moment and said, "He also came from here."

Sure enough, the silver-haired beast's gaze was instantly locked on him.

Restraining his body's reaction, Kuroda Hei leaned his upper body forward slightly, staring at the other person sincerely and seriously.

"I guess the life of an ordinary person is not attractive to you," he said. "Even the best weapons will rust if they are not polished for a long time. Do you want to rust, Gin?"

I still couldn't help but use the other party's code name.

Kurosawa Jin raised his eyebrows slightly.

He quickly thought of another person.

Unlike the aggressive man in front of him, that guy is more gentle.

In a situation like this, if he is in a good mood, he will slightly lower his eyes, relax his brows, and maybe gently shake the corner of his sleeve - like a child.

Then he would gently ask for his opinion and steer the conversation in the direction he expected.

Soft, but irresistible, like water, or air, or something else.

The invasion is silent, but once lost, it will bring endless terrible consequences.

Gin originally thought that he would hate this kind of person, but once he met him, he fell into a big net set by the other party without any preparation.

But he couldn't even say no.

After all, the guy who accepted the rejection is no longer with us, so the rejection is of no use.

He snorted and looked at the man opposite him, becoming more alert and suddenly feeling a little bored.

"Sure." He replied lazily.

After all, this is the place where that family was nurtured.

——Although he thought so, after arriving at the police academy, Gin found that it was not the case at all.

There are just as many idiots here as outside. They are called "elites", but none of them can fight or speak. I don't know how much worse they are than that guy.

It becomes even more boring.

So Gin sat in front of that guy's tombstone, and the seven stars fell to the ground one by one, expressing his protest and dissatisfaction.

Another scam.

Gin felt that he was almost deceived.

But he didn't say anything. After all, there was no one in this world he could trust.

And the little liar who lied to him and said he would be his accomplice has already been lying in the ground.

Gin still thinks of him sometimes.

He remembered that earlier, when they had just left Namimachi, he took that guy with him.

Originally, they just thought that the other party's identity and background could be used by the organization. After keeping him, they found that he would not cause any trouble and was considered easy to keep, so they just tossed him around as if he was dispensable.

He coldly watched the other party wandering in the sea of ​​fire and swords with his spare sniper rifle in his hand. When he saw the brown-haired young man fighting with others with high spirits, he felt a subtle sense of relief in his heart.

After all, he is a little piece of shit who can't even get out of the car without falling on his face.

The little bastard was not good at other things, but he was very good at cheating people. Gin was so proud that he naturally refused to count how many times he had been cheated by that guy. When he came to his senses, he had already fallen into the lies woven by the other party.

The brown-haired young man lay beside him mumbling, complaining about his suspicious and sensitive boss, and then extended an invitation.

He neither refused nor accepted.

But the guy acted as if he had already agreed and worked hard on his own.

Finally, on the day he was leaving for Italy, she suddenly came up to him and gave him a hug.

[“I will try my best not to be a drag.”] The brown, soft fellow leaned over to his ear, tried to straighten himself up, and called him softly, [“Mr. Accomplice.”]

Gin put out a cigarette and joked in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi that the people in the police academy were a bunch of trash.

They are all policemen, but they are not him, and they are not as good as him.