Chapter 58 Chapter 58 How far have you been pushed...

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In the darkness, Mo Shiyu couldn't even feel the passage of time.

How long has it been? he wondered.

Every doll tried to squeeze next to him and occupy the position closest to him, including She Yu who lay in his arms from beginning to end.

The surging emotions came over him like a tide. Mo Shiyu tilted his head back and bit his index finger, trying his best to endure it. His eyes were red from being forced to do so.

It's really too full.

Ma Jia completely gave up resistance and opened up everything about herself to show him. The cool and soft touch of her hair in his hand felt so real.

Mo Shiyu's soul seemed to be immersed in warm water. He tried to support his body with his elbows. The bright feather knitting slipped off during the struggle, half covering his body and outlining a natural curve.

But no matter how drowsy he was, Mo Shiyu still managed to raise his hand, stroking the white-haired boy's cold hair with his slender fingers, and curling his red eyes in fascination, "That's great..."

"Sheyu, you are my treasure..."

Shangshan Sheyu's drooping white eyelashes trembled. He lowered his head, like a knight keeping his oath, and placed an illusory and pious kiss on Mo Shiyu's forehead.

"It's my pleasure."

In this world where superpowers and fire intertwine, human thoughts are so fragile, yet so powerful.

She Yu wasn't human; he was essentially a character card, a tool that Mo Shiyu could manipulate. But now, this tool had a soul.

His strong obsession allowed him to break through the shackles of the character card.

"It's like breaking through a barrier, but I've only made two holes so far. It'll take time to completely break through." She Yu tilted her head and shared with him, "During these two attempts, my characteristics have undergone a strange change."

Mo Shiyu said, "For example, can you control your hair?" He was referring to the white hair that had stuck out of the pendant and reminded him.

Sheyu nodded.

Changes in characteristics are to be expected.

After all, if he had a complete physical body, he would not be a card like [Sleeping Beautiful Boy], but [Awakening Beautiful Boy].

The white hair in his hand became illusory again. She Yu lowered his head, and his translucent body fell weakly on Mo Shiyu's thigh.

Mo Shiyu immediately hugged him worriedly, and She Yu in his arms narrowed his eyes.

Even though he can no longer touch the original body, the vest is still obsessed with the comfort of the original body.

"What is the obsession of the original body?" Shangshan Sheyu asked knowingly.

"Hmm? My obsession..." Mo Shiyu lowered his eyelashes and laughed softly, "Of course it's to go home."

He was just traveling.

But this journey has been too long, too long.

"Perhaps this is the reason why that power does not allow us to set foot on the Chinese mainland." Shangshan Sheyu turned his head to the side, his white hair hanging down, revealing half of his face as cold as a night-blooming cereus.

"This is the 'barrier' that the main body wants to tear open."

Mo Shiyu's thoughts are the same as those of the vest.

However, it shouldn't be that simple.

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes.

This confirmed that his journey through time was indeed the result of careful planning and a series of events.

There was just one thing he couldn't understand: why did the other party do this?

Mo Shiyu didn't think that as an ordinary college student, there was anything special about him that would be worth the other party going to so much trouble to move him from one world to another.

This is not pure malice, it's more like there's an agenda.

Just then, footsteps were suddenly heard outside.

The footsteps were hurried, the wooden floor creaked, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

She Yu and Mo Shiyu looked at each other, and the dolls around them immediately turned around and crawled out one after another, squeezing out through the gap in the corner of the room at an astonishing speed.

"Ontology."

The white-haired boy stretched out his hand, his pale fingers loosely clasping Mo Shiyu's. Their bodies were sometimes dark, sometimes shadowed, reflecting the neon lights outside. He whispered, "Sheyu wants to draw cards with you."

Mo Shiyu's voice was a little hoarse, "Yeah. Come find me later..."

Bai Lan walked in the corridor of the old shrine with a grim expression.

I just went out for a walk, and when I came back, my mother was gone.

Alcobaleno in the teahouse also left. Bai Lan couldn't find anyone, so he turned the entire shrine upside down, but couldn't find Mo Shiyu. He had to use some force to locate his position.

Old shrine.

The old part of the shrine has not been renovated yet.

How could it be in such a remote place?

Bai Lan had a bad feeling, so he opened the door with quite a bit of force.

"Brother Shiyu..." Bai Lan saw the scene in the inner room, and her voice suddenly changed for a moment, becoming cold and lifeless, "Mom."

The gray-haired young man straightened up upon hearing the sound and turned to look at him.

In the dimly lit room, the wooden floor creaked softly.

He was half-dressed in the bright red haori, and his fair neck was damp with sweat and a few strands of hair stuck to it.

His smoky-gray pupils were half-closed in contentment, the color like strong, spilled wine, and the red around his eyes seemed to seep from his bones.

It was as if he had just asked someone what was wrong.

"Bai Lan..." Mo Shiyu yawned while sitting there, one hand resting on his bent knee, his thin red lips curved into a beautiful arc, "You're lost..."

He looked down at his watch. "One hour and thirty-seven minutes."

Bai Lan's response was to walk in without saying a word, check the entire house, and find nothing.

The child finally walked in front of Mo Shiyu and sniffed it carefully a few times.

The only scent at the tip of my nose is the sweet smell of my mother.

Bai Lan's always curved lips became flat for the first time, "Brother Shiyu, why are you here?"

Mo Shiyu said calmly, "I have a cold and feel sleepy. I'm going to find a place to sleep."

Bai Lan said, "Really? I don't believe it."

Mo Shiyu stood up nonchalantly, and with trembling hands he put on his haori. He said lazily, "If you don't believe it, then don't believe it."

Bai Lan watched Mo Shiyu walk out.

He narrowed his violet eyes, his expression blank like a bad kid in a horror movie who committed murder and arson.

I always feel that the red haori I specially prepared today is like a wedding dress for someone else.

what to do?

His gloomy and beautiful stepmother is going to find a stepfather for him.

Where is the dog man?

***

"Hmm? You encountered the hourfish?"

Hagiwara Kenji tilted his head and raised his voice, then frowned, "I should have gone with you earlier."

He was wearing a fox mask, his slightly long black hair was tied into a small braid at the back of his head, and he was wearing a sky blue kimono. He was sitting behind a stall selling four-happiness meatballs.

Jinpei Matsuda responded. He was also wearing a yukata, supporting himself with his hands, looking up lazily, with a small meatball in his mouth.

Compared with children, this stall is mostly visited by young ladies.

Instead of buying Chibi Maruko-chan, they were more interested in secretly looking at the two extremely handsome guys.

Hagiwara Kenji chuckled and handed the meatball to a blushing young lady in a kimono, his peach blossom eyes curved, "Here, have fun."

The young lady looked at the handsome guy with pigtails, took the meatball, ate it in one gulp with a panicked howl, and bowed 90 degrees, "...Thank you, I will."

Well, as you can see, they are doing plain clothes.

Matsuda Jinpei coughed softly.

He and Hagi are very self-aware police officers and would not challenge a job that requires too much technical skills like making pancakes.

Although, it is not easy to coat the dumplings with syrup, Matsuda Jinpei soon found that his whole body was filled with sweetness and he was successfully submerged in the flavor of brown sugar.

He patted his sleeves with dead eyes and said, "Little Gray Hair is also at the shrine today, with a little white-haired brat."

Jinpei Matsuda finally told Kenji Hagiwara that Mo Shiyu had left the school at noon.

Hagiwara Kenji lowered his eyes, "I don't have an alibi..."

"But just like this, it doesn't mean anything."

Matsuda Jinpei bit off a meatball and said in a deep voice, "The clues in that case have been cut off. If we only rely on the evidence at the scene, we will not be able to reach any conclusion."

"At times like this, we can only rely on our intuition. Little Gray Hair's skills..." He suddenly stopped talking halfway through and turned his head coldly.

At the same time, Hagiwara Kenji's eyes suddenly became sharp.

The target is here.

***

Their target was a businessman and smuggler named John Sencon, an Italian.

Originally, this job would not have fallen to them. One of the important reasons why Kenji Hagiwara took on this surveillance mission was that among all the smuggling records of Moriyasu found by the police, there were several unknown transactions with considerable amounts, and the source of the remittances was a small country in central Europe.

Slovakia.

Could this key be the key to open Pandora's box?

Hagiwara Kenji stood up and followed silently with Matsuda Jinpei. At the same time, he reached into his kimono, revealing the cold corner of the gun. "Wait for the opportunity."

John Senkang's vigilance was much lower than expected.

He seemed to be talking to his subordinates, looking down at a miniature camera in his hand, his eyes focused to a strange degree, the corners of his mouth curled up excitedly, and he didn't even notice the policemen surrounding him from behind.

"This beauty is actually still alive..." Hagiwara Kenji vaguely heard a few words, "This time she can be sold..."

Before they could finish, Matsuda Jinpei lowered his center of gravity, kicked off with his back foot, flew forward, and with a sweep of his long legs, kicked the bodyguard to the ground. At the same time, he skillfully hit him with the handle of his pistol, and the man fainted cleanly.

John Senkang's pupils shrank suddenly at the scene before him, "What..."

His first reaction was to protect the camera in his hand and growled in panic, "Who is it?!"

Hagiwara Kenji walked silently, raised his gun, and pointed the muzzle at the back of John Moriyasu's head. "You are under arrest, Mr. Moriyasu."

The police who arrived pushed the man to the ground and handcuffed him. John Conson's hands were tied behind his back and he screamed in pain.

The miniature camera slipped out of his hand, and before it fell to the ground, Hagiwara Kenji hooked it with his foot and kicked it like a football, and the camera fell accurately into his hand.

John Senkang struggled on the ground and turned his head, "Damn cop! Give it back to me!"

"That won't do." Hagiwara Kenji waved his camera leisurely. "This is a precious piece of evidence. It's so treasured by Mr. Moriyasu. I'm afraid the evidence inside is..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and his drooping pupils contracted.

There was a familiar figure on the camera screen.

A silhouette of a man wearing a red haori and smoky gray hair was sitting at a booth drinking. He seemed to notice the camera and looked over with a frown.

The camera's pixels were so fine that Hagiwara could even clearly see his fingers gripping the wine glass and his alluring smoky-gray pupils beneath his distinct eyelashes. "Little Fish...?"

John Moriyasu was still shouting for it to be returned to him. Hagiwara Kenji suddenly squatted down, his face extremely ugly. He pointed at the person in the camera and stared at him, "Why are you taking pictures of him?"

John Senkang blurted out: "Huh? You know him?"

"I'm the one asking you questions now." Hagiwara Kenji grabbed John Moriyasu's collar, his usually gentle and handsome face turning cold, which actually made people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts. "Why, are you taking a picture of him?"

John Conson, a desperate smuggler, felt a chill in his heart when he saw this look. It took him a while to come to his senses and curse back as if to make amends.

"I like taking pictures of beautiful women. What's wrong with that? Is it illegal?"

"Don't think I can't guess. This is your kidnapping list, right? Are you planning to kidnap him?" Hagiwara Kenji lowered his head and blasted him word by word. "Sell him to Slovakia?"

John Senkang was stunned, and for a moment he was so flustered that he couldn't hide his expression: "..."

The police have investigated this far?

As expected, Hagiwara Kenji lowered the criminal's collar.

The smuggling remittances from Slovakia to Yougao Kangsen are all remitted in fixed months. The transactions are stable and long-term, and an industrial chain has been formed.

In international smuggling, this kind of long-term hard currency, in addition to food, weapons, oil..., is organs and human bodies.

Combining the few words I just heard, I can roughly guess it.

Kenji Hagiwara nodded to the police officer holding John Moriyasu, indicating that he could be taken away.

The police officer saluted him, turned around and quickly escorted him away without attracting the attention of the people in the distance.

As he watched the criminal being taken into the car, Kenji Hagiwara's cold expression cracked a little. Anxiety gradually overflowed in his eyes, and his fingers were so strong that he almost crushed the camera.

Human trafficking... Slovakia...

Damn it! Damn it!

Matsuda Jinpei pressed his shoulders, "Hagi."

Hagiwara Kenji closed his eyes and said, "I know."

…

Hour fish have an unusual attraction to criminals.

This is something they can all feel to some extent.

The gray-haired child had an extremely strangely beautiful appearance and unpredictable actions, but he was a gentle person at heart. After learning a little about his past, Hagiwara Kenji was even more convinced of this.

He felt a constant sense of urgency, which kept him investigating non-stop. Perhaps a little faster, even faster...

Things haven't reached the point of no return yet.

They still had time to pull him out of the mire.

But now, the deeper the investigation, the more despair and darkness surround him.

Just like the seaweed that entangles the human body in the deep sea, the more you struggle, the tighter it gets, and you cannot break free, and you sink deeper and deeper.

More than two years.

The time bomb that stopped at the last second suddenly flashed before Kenji Hagiwara's eyes. He lowered his head and clenched his teeth.

No... small fish, no.

How far have you been pushed?

Why did the child who used to stay in the cake shop, with a pure and refreshing smile and easily frightened by bad people, have to suffer all this?

Are they... already late?