Chapter 38 Chapter 38 It was as if someone had paid the price for them...

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Nakajima Atsushi stood there, wearing cropped pants, with a thin figure and a long black belt that pinched out a slender waist. He raised his eyelashes and looked at him cautiously, like a docile kitten, completely posing no threat at all.

Mo Shiyu couldn't help but think, was the ferocious white tiger just now really transformed by this young man?

The contrast was so great that he, covered in white tiger hair, began to doubt his life.

Although Mo Shiyu has not read the original work by Wen Ye, he also knows that as long as it is a normal boys' comic, the protagonist cannot be a bad guy.

Not to mention the child in front of him, who looks like a little angel.

Mo Shiyu sighed softly.

"I'm sorry, I overreacted a bit. It's just that...something happened just now that I couldn't imagine, and it made me lose my composure." He was still panting slightly, but his expression had softened. "Did I scare you?"

Nakajima Atsushi quickly shook his head, "No, no."

He looked at this gloomy but handsome young man. He had a cold temperament and seemed difficult to approach, but when he lowered his eyes to look at him, his eyes and brows appeared very gentle.

Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but be stunned.

Why does he always feel that this brother has a nice smell?

I really want to get closer... and rub against you.

The innocent boy was shocked by his own thoughts, and his face turned red like a ripe persimmon.

Why do you think so?

That’s too bad!

Mo Shiyu had no idea what he, who seemed colorless and tasteless to him, meant to a certain little brain axe, just like he had no idea why the big tiger was rubbing against him so much just now.

"Anyway, let's leave here first." Mo Shiyu said softly, "There are still bad guys nearby."

Seeing the other party nod, Mo Shiyu pulled Nakajima Atsushi and turned around, moving towards the outside of the harbor. "Let me take you home. Is your home nearby?"

Nakajima Atsushi paused, "I..."

"I don't have a home," he whispered dejectedly. "I was born in an orphanage, but was kicked out. I've been wandering around here ever since."

Mo Shiyu was silent for a moment, "Sorry."

The next second, he suddenly stopped and saw Judy walking out from behind the container with a gun pointed at him.

The beautiful blond-haired and blue-eyed investigator must have rushed over. She stared closely at him and the confused-looking Nakajima Atsushi next to him.

"Valentin..." she said coldly.

"The target is holding a hostage." She reported in a low voice into the headset, "Requesting police support."

Mo Shiyu looked at her, his eyes curled slightly, and he smiled slowly, "Hostage? How sad."

Judy pulled the safety on her pistol and showed her officer ID with one hand.

"I'm FBI agent Judy Stiglin. You're suspected of committing multiple murders on our soil. Let go of the child next to you immediately, squat down facing me, and put your hands behind your head. If you don't cooperate, I'll shoot!"

Nakajima Atsushi opened his eyes wide, looked at Mo Shiyu beside him, then looked at Judy, and said blankly, "Intentional homicide?"

Mo Shiyu gripped Nakajima Atsushi's arm a little tighter and whispered, "Atsushi-kun, they are the bad guys chasing me."

He lowered his eyes, his smoky gray pupils looking at him intently and quietly, "Trust me, I won't hurt you, don't leave me."

Nakajima Atsushi was stunned for a moment. He looked at Mo Shiyu for a long time and really didn't move.

Compared to a foreign woman who suddenly appeared, he was obviously more inclined to trust Mo Shiyu, with whom he had been together for a longer time.

Judy's words only made Nakajima Atsushi think, "So his name is Valentine, what a romantic name."

The young tiger cub was fooled by the older brother and even looked at the gun in Judy's hand nervously. He gritted his teeth and opened his arms in a protective gesture.

"Sir, please don't shoot! He's not a murderer. There might be some misunderstanding!"

"..." Mo Shiyu was slightly startled. This was probably the first time he had been protected by a boy shorter than him.

While he was wary of the white tiger, there was some surprise and a strange bit of pity in his eyes as he looked at the young man.

"Valentine..." Judy paused.

Although the atmosphere was very tense, she still inexplicably felt that there was a strong smell of tea wafting over from the other side.

No matter if you are a bad person or not, don’t leave me. This guy is so good at pretending to be weak!

See how the hostage was tricked into not only not running away, but also taking the initiative to stand up and protect him!

"..." Judy watched helplessly as the femme fatale from the winery across the street narrowed her eyes and smiled at her like a cat stealing fish.

It seems to be saying, if you have the guts, shoot!

Provoked, Judy couldn't help but grit her teeth.

Throughout the entire process, Valentine showed no intention of attacking, but just kept retreating.

He was walking towards the exit.

Judy discovered that the other party probably didn't want to conflict with the FBI and just wanted to leave.

With the hostages present, Judy couldn't act rashly and could only follow them closely, trying to find a gap, but Nakajima Atsushi always protected Mo Shiyu. Judy's eyes gradually became filled with worry and anxiety.

"Don't trust him, kid," Judy said. "Just now, he brutally killed someone and dumped the body in the car. Don't follow him, you'll be in great danger!"

Nakajima Atsushi was quite stubborn. He shook his head and said, "I don't believe it."

Judy was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

In order not to hurt the child, she pointed the muzzle of the gun slightly downward.

At this moment, the sound of sirens suddenly came from behind.

"Here I come." Mo Shiyu smiled.

Judy paused and then cursed inwardly.

This port is not uninhabited. Even though they are in a remote location, some people heard the tiger's roar or found a corpse and were so scared that they called the police.

This guy Valentine was probably deliberately waiting for the Japanese police to come and force the FBI away.

Mo Shiyu retreated to the edge of the harbor, just a stone's throw away from the busy street. He winked at Judy and said, "See you next time, officer."

"Wait, leave the hostages behind!" Judy was about to chase after them when Akai Shuichi's voice came from the headset, "Let them go."

Judy was stunned for a moment, then said, "Why? Xiu, if we ignore that boy, maybe he will be killed by Valentine later..."

Akai Shuichi said, "As long as I'm here, nothing will happen."

"But..." Judy couldn't deny that the moment she heard these words, the first thing she felt was still relief.

But reason told her that the top priority now was to protect the personal information of the undercover agent Akai Shuichi. "You are about to infiltrate the organization, and I can't let you appear in front of the organization members."

"don’t worry."

Shuichi Akai sat in the driver's seat of the Chevrolet, and the screen in front of him played back the law enforcement video worn by Judy.

He looked at the young man with long ash-gray hair on the screen. Before leaving, he looked back at Judy with a smile on his face, and his free hand gently held the boy's arm.

He held the cigarette to his fingertips. "Judy, maybe Valentine is a little different than we thought."

"Difference?" Judy asked puzzledly.

What difference can there be?

Akai Shuichi didn't continue the topic, but said, "That boy is not ordinary. If he really left unscathed..."

“Maybe if I can get into the organization, I can make some adjustments.”

Judy wanted to say something, but Shuichi Akai had already hung up.

No. Are all you smart people riddlers?

She hammered the wall silently and complained, "Really..."

Never mind. Catching a codenamed member alive isn't easy. Seeing Valentin's face clearly and knowing his public identity is already a significant improvement.

However, the tiger roar just now still made Judy very concerned.

But when she looked around, she only saw a large pool of dark blood on the ground and could not figure out what had happened.

Judy frowned, and she suddenly remembered that Valentin's clothes seemed to be torn, mainly the collar, which was torn, revealing a pale and thin collarbone. Even his neck was a little red, as if it had been scratched by something.

His hair was also messy, as if he had been pressed to the ground by something.

What just happened?

Judging from Tingxiu's tone, could it be related to the boy who suddenly appeared?

***

Mo Shiyu took Nakajima Atsushi to a restaurant.

It wasn't that he brought him here on his own initiative, but the boy passed by the restaurant and smelled the fragrance of the food inside, and his stomach growled. His shy and eager look made Mo Shiyu feel as if he had been hungry for three days and three nights.

He brought the boy into the restaurant and sat silently at one end of the dining table, propping up his head, watching the empty plates next to the boy stacked one on top of another, slowly reaching a height that could only be seen in comics.

"Wow, I haven't eaten for almost a week. This is so delicious, woooo." Nakajima Atsushi buried his head in the food, tears streaming down his face.

“…”

Mo Shiyu began to recall silently. He hadn't noticed it before, but now he remembered that the big white tiger's belly was also flat.

...He was just rubbed a few times by the white tiger, it was a miracle that he was not bitten to death by it!

Finally, under the attention of the entire restaurant, Nakajima Atsushi finally put down the omelet rice without a single grain of rice left, indicating that he was full.

"..." Mo Shiyu was terrified. "Dunjun, are you really full? Do you want some water?"

Nakajima Atsushi put down the bowl and took the cup of water, his eyes shining, "I'm full!"

The waiter tiptoed over and glanced at Nakajima Atsushi with a look of admiration, as if to say, "You're such a big eater!" He then said with genuine respect, "Would you two like to pay the bill?"

After fully replenishing his energy, Nakajima Atsushi's hair seemed to have brightened. He noticed the plates around him and suddenly came to his senses. His face paled. "Why did I eat so much... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll pay for it..."

He fished out two thousand-yuan bills from his pocket, which had been folded many times and had neat edges. Mo Shiyu pressed his hand down, took out his bank card and paid, "We agreed that it was my treat, so don't be polite with me."

The waiter glanced at the card and asked, "Sir, do you need an invoice?"

Mo Shiyu turned his head and smiled calmly at him, "Yes."

After Mo Shiyu brought Nakajima Atsushi out of the restaurant and bought him a bunch of bread and desserts for later, the white-haired boy looked at Mo Shiyu with eyes that seemed to be looking at Kami.

Before leaving, Mo Shiyu touched Nakajima Atsushi's head and said, "Don't starve yourself next time."

"Tokiyu-san, you're so good to me." Nakajima Atsushi was holding a large pile of food. She looked up at him with a red nose, moved to tears.

"I should be the one thanking you." Mo Shiyu touched Nakajima Atsushi's head and chuckled, "You are willing to stand in front of me at the muzzle of the gun."

Nakajima Atsushi opened his mouth but shook his head. "If anyone saw this kind of thing, they would do it. I, I just did what everyone would do."

His words revealed a deep sense of inferiority.

Mo Shiyu, who was about to leave, stopped. He turned around and glanced at Nakajima Atsushi who had his head down.

He withdrew his gaze, hesitated for a moment, bent down, and looked at him from bottom to top.

"Mr. Dun, believe me, you are definitely not an ordinary person." Mo Shiyu said, "You are braver than most people, and kinder than most people. Few people have the courage to face the black muzzle of a gun the first time. At least I can't do it. This is something that only those who have truly experienced it can understand... So, I really admire you."

Nakajima Atsushi's eyes widened slightly.

The height difference between them made it easy for Mo Shiyu to touch Nakajima Atsushi's furry head. He looked into the boy's sparkling eyes and arched his eyelashes. "Well, do you understand how powerful you are?"

Nakajima Atsushi opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. "I really...thank you..."

Mo Shiyu smiled and stood up. "Then, see you again if we're lucky, baby."

This was the first time in Nakajima Atsushi's life that someone called him "baby". He had no parents, and the director of the orphanage would not love him.

This way... it's as if he is also a child who deserves to be cared for.

He looked at Mo Shiyu's leaving back, and his eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

The feeling of wanting to hug the young man and rub against him appeared again, even stronger than before.

How could you even think that?! Nakajima Atsushi shook his head in self-loathing.

***

Mo Shiyu threw the torn T-shirt into the trash can, bought a new piece of clothes on the roadside, and then walked back slowly.

Beside him, police cars roared past one after another, and the alternating red and blue sirens wailed into the sky. This was a grand scene that was enough to scare away all criminals.

Mo Shiyu passed by all the policemen.

None of the police officers who discovered the bomber's body tried to stop him. One young officer even came over and pointed out an unblocked road, saying, "Go home early. It's not safe here."

Mo Shiyu agreed obediently.

He lowered his head and glanced at his phone. All three Bourbon candidates had received and replied to him.

Mo Shiyu looked through the organization's tasks and prepared to find a suitable one to give them some training and get a feel for the situation.

Toru Amuro has already infiltrated the organization, Keimitsu Morifushi is making preparations, and Shuichi Akai is probably going to be there soon.

Mo Shiyu had a premonition that his life in the organization would probably not be as peaceful as it was now.

It doesn’t matter. Even if the sky is pierced by whiskey, there is still gin to block it.

Valentine...Valentine could only turn over and continue lying flat.

Mo Shiyu yawned.

***

"The male corpse found inside the car at the dock has been identified as the bomber's roommate and likely an accomplice in this bombing."

The news has been confirmed within the police force and has spread.

Jinpei Matsuda took off his protective suit, sat on the ground, squinted his eyes, looked at the dazzling sunlight, but he didn't feel relieved at all.

Ten minutes ago, he thought he had finished his business. Ten minutes later, he was sitting on the ground, wrapped in his clothes, listening to the wind.

They did everything they could to try to minimize the losses.

But at the last second, the bomb did not explode.

It's simply a dramatic unfolding.

“Incredible.”

Things didn't seem to be developing in this way, this thought popped up in Matsuda Jinpei's mind, as if an invisible hand had abruptly turned the matter around.

The police officer who had also escaped death looked at him and asked, "What's so incredible?"

His hands were still shaking as he looked at the crime scene report and touched his beard to cover up his mistake.

"It's more likely that there were three bombers, one of whom got out of the car early and died in a traffic accident. The remaining two bombers disagreed on whether to detonate the bomb, so after restarting the countdown, the bomb stopped at the last second. This is because the person who activated the bomb and stopped it were different people."

"Finally, the warring bombers killed each other, and one of them broke the other's neck and escaped."

"The logic has been strung together."

"It's not a complete connection, but there are still some doubts."

Kenji Hagiwara, whose arm had been bandaged, sat down next to him. Jinpei Matsuda looked back at him, but Kenji Hagiwara looked up at the sky and down at the ground, but didn't look back.

I'm embarrassed, Matsuda Jinpei thought to himself.

Died on the same day of the same month of the same year, Hagi still always showed off before his death.

But this sentence was obviously from the heart, so this time his frivolous little girl was really shy.

Kenji Hagiwara's hair was a little wet. He had just come back from washing his face, and he seemed a little more silent than usual.

"There were no fingerprints of the second person on the car. If they were so efficient and careful, they wouldn't have been fooled by the news replay in the car."

"Moreover, the social relationship between the two bombers was simple, and it was impossible to find a third close relative."

The police officer rested his chin on his hand and said silently, "You mean there are only two bombers? Then where did this third person come from?"

"He couldn't have been hiding in the car, waiting for the bomber to detonate the bomb, and then emerging to kill him?" the officer joked. "That logic doesn't make sense. Even if it was a case of robbing the bomber for 1 billion yen, how did he, a third party, happen to be near the bomber, learn of their plan, and sneak into the car?"

"You know, at that time, even the police didn't know who the bomber was."

"Can he predict the future?"

That's true. The case will likely continue to be investigated as a three-person gang.

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at Hagiwara Kenji and noticed that Hagi's profile was very tense.

"Hagi, what's wrong with you?" Matsuda Jinpei asked softly.

"It's okay." Hagiwara Kenji shook his head.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and said, "Xiao Zhenping, I always have a feeling."

"The bomb should have exploded."

He tightened his fingers, but his palms felt empty. "This feeling is really bad."

It was almost as if someone had paid the price for them.

And they know nothing.

Jinpei Matsuda covered his dark eyes with the back of his hand and remained silent for a long while.