Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Zero must have been very troubled at that time...

"Good morning, Bourbon."

Facing Fūya Rei with constricted pupils, Morofushi Kagemitsu only maintained the tone and expression of Bourbon in his dream for less than five seconds before he broke down and laughed out loud.

"Sorry, sorry, Zero. I just woke up from a dream and noticed that Zero's expression was very different from the one in my dream, so I couldn't help but..." Zhu Fushigi apologized repeatedly and naturally walked over to Furuya Zero to help him. "I'll explain to Zero later."

After the blond young man carefully checked the expression on his face, his eyes slowly returned to normal.

He put down the dinner knife and chopsticks in his hands, and took two steps towards Zhu Fu Jingguang, making the distance between them so close that Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously stepped back a little.

Furuya Rei's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he still insisted on using this strange method to "force" the cat-eyed young man out of the kitchen: "I agreed to let Hiro taste my cooking skills. This time, Hiro just needs to wait and eat."

"Then, tell me what kind of dream you had."

Sitting at the dining table, the smell of coffee in my nose was slowly replaced by the aroma of grilled fish in front of me.

Even though he knew that Jyoutani Rei, who had his back to him, couldn't see him, Zhufu Jingguang still tried to make the action of rubbing his stomach as secretive as possible.

His stomach had been filled with the strong smell of coffee all night long, and the first thing he did after getting up was to change into his own clothes. He made up his mind that next time he would be ruthless and refuse to accept Jōgō Rei's clothes.

Thinking of this, Zhu Fujingguang's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Furuya Ling who was busy in the kitchen.

Although he is busy, Furuya Rei never seems to be in a hurry. Except for the time when he found himself by the stream at the beginning and looked a little embarrassed, and he was in a bad mood after being told something by Matsuda Jinpei in the car, he seemed to be at ease no matter what he encountered.

Just like the "Bourbon" in dreams, under the bar lights that seem to blur all boundaries, it can attract the attention of everyone present with dazzling cocktail mixing techniques like an artistic performance.

He is naturally no exception.

Hmm...but why do Zero's movements seem to be getting more and more stiff?

Cat's Eye blinked in confusion, and always felt that Zero's standing position was a little strange, as if he was blocking something.

Just when Zhu Fujingguang wanted to observe more carefully, his mobile phone prompted that there was a new message.

It was from Jinpei Matsuda: [A night has passed. Did you manage to survive the golden-haired bastard?]

The relationship between Jinping and Zero seems to be pretty good.

Thinking of this, Zhu Fujingguang replied: [Waiting for Zero to make breakfast. ]

When the phone showed that the message was sent successfully, Rei Fūya came over with the remaining breakfast, which was shrimp tamagoyaki and pork and vegetable soup.

Only then could Zhu Fujingguang see that what had just been obscured by Jiang Gu Ling's figure was a small pot of vegetable soup on the stove.

"How did Zero and Zhen Ping know each other before?"

Unexpectedly, Morobushi Jingguang asked this out of the blue. Furuya Ling placed the vegetable soup in front of him before answering, "He and I were classmates in the police academy, so we kind of got to know each other through fighting."

Zhu Fujingguang: "..." So, the fight that started as soon as we met yesterday was actually your traditional greeting? Sure enough, my instinct at the time was to avoid interfering.

"But Hiro, why do you call him Jinpei?" After sitting down opposite Morobushi Kagemitsu, Furiya Rei didn't even pick up his chopsticks. He sat upright with a very serious expression, as if this issue was extremely important to him.

"I'm just used to it. There's no need to change it now." Morobushi Kagemitsu briefly talked about how in Kanagawa, in order to avoid being introduced to potential partners endlessly, Matsuda Jinpei and Morobushi Kagemitsu simply pretended to be a couple and used each other to block the endless stream of romantic opportunities.

Furuya Rei nodded slightly. If you ignored his increasingly dark complexion, he seemed to understand and agree with their approach. He then casually raised his own question: "But when Hiro told me about our lives over the past two months last night, he didn't mention this. Is it because it's insignificant to him?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..." He didn't know whether he should nod or not.

Rather than saying it was insignificant, he subconsciously felt that it was a bit strange to mention this in front of Rei Furuya.

"Because Jinpei has to go back to Tokyo for work, there's no need for us to continue pretending to be a couple, so I didn't think of mentioning this to Zero last night." Zhufu Jingguang smiled. "Besides, Zero obviously hasn't mentioned more things to me than I have."

This time it was Fūya Rei's turn to be speechless, and he could only let Zhufu Jingguang quickly taste his cooking skills.

The cat-eyed young man sighed silently inwardly. He hadn't meant to say anything so venomous. Since Zero had called him his "admirer," it was only natural that he would care about it. But for some reason, the words had become so jarring once they reached his lips. He felt as if he'd said something similar to Zero before...

While thinking, Zhu Fujingguang followed the instructions of Furuya Ling and lowered his head to taste the breakfast he made.

The color, aroma and taste are all perfect, and it's good enough to open a restaurant. The taste is slightly inferior to Zhu Fu Jingguang's cooking skills, and it feels a bit like following a textbook, but it has already exceeded the cooking level of most people.

He then narrowed his eyes and praised her generously, "Very delicious! With Zero's skill level, he should be able to surpass me soon, right? Is there anything you particularly want to learn from me?"

Furiya Rei's expression softened. "I want Hiro to teach me how to make Shinshu soba and potato pancakes."

Shinshu Soba Morobushi Kagemitsu could understand this. If nothing unexpected happened, he was from Nagano and had made it a few times when he was in Kanagawa, earning praise from Matsuda Jinpei. But, "Does Zero particularly like potato pancakes?"

"Well..." Furuya Rei dragged out the last syllable to sound mysterious, "It's a secret for now. Hiro will know it later."

After breakfast, Jōtani Rei took Morofushi Kagemitsu to do a full body check-up and kinship identification.

It was still the familiar white Mazda. Inside the car, Morobushi Keimitsu told Furuya Rei about his dream last night.

"It seems Hiro is slowly recovering his memory," said Furuya Rei with a complicated expression, "but the content and time of recovery are uncertain... It's okay, there's no rush, we'll take it slowly."

I don't know who this sentence is meant to comfort.

The blond young man tilted his head slightly and temporarily lifted a hand from the steering wheel as if to interview someone. "But I didn't expect that Hiro had already seen me before that time at the bar. Can I interview him about what he thought of me at that time?"

Zhu Fujingguang carefully recalled the emotions in his dream: "I think this person is quite interesting... and he shouldn't be a creature of the dark. Plus, Zero's hair color is a bit like the sun."

"The sun?" Fūya Ling's lips moved, revealing a somewhat sad smile.

The young man with cat eyes was so focused on recalling his dream that he didn't notice the strange expression on the young girl's face. "That person said that Zero and I are very compatible, so if someone else had come that night, they wouldn't have known it was Zero through the pheromones."

"Hiro and I are 100% compatible," Furuya Rei explained. "Couples with a compatibility of 80% are rare, and 100% compatibility hasn't appeared in Tokyo in years."

Zhu Fujingguang didn't expect it to be a 100% match. His eyes widened in surprise. "It's 100%? Zero must have been very troubled at that time."

His blue eyes were clearer than the sky of Nagano, allowing Rei Furuya to clearly see his own predicament: "As a police officer, I actually have a 100% pheromone compatibility with a criminal."

Fūya Rei knew that Morufushi Kagemitsu's words did not contain any negative emotions, but were just a guess or even a statement of an objective fact, but it still made him feel completely defeated.

He really wanted to say sorry, but apologizing to Morofushi Kagemitsu, who had only recovered sporadic memories, would only add to the other party's troubles and would also seem like moral kidnapping.

He couldn't deny it - because the truth was more cruel than this. No one knew better than Furuya Rei himself how cruel he had done to Morobushi Kagemitsu because of their 100% compatibility.

So in the end, Furuya Rei could only say this palely: "At least, if it were me now, I would be ecstatic."

The car stopped steadily in front of an inconspicuous gray single-family building. A dark-skinned hand slid down from the steering wheel and gently hooked Zhu Fujingguang's hand with his little finger.

The movement was very gentle, so gentle that it was released before the other party could overreact. "We're here, let's go in."

Zhu Fujingguang felt something brushing his right hand lightly. Before he could investigate, he heard what Jōgō Gōdani Rei said. He responded and prepared to get off the car, and then something was pressed on his head.

Looking through the rearview mirror inside the car, Zhu Fujingguang discovered that he was wearing a dark baseball cap, and the shadow cast by the long brim of the hat covered his signature upturned eyes.

The pleasant yet uncomfortable smell of coffee returned, causing Morofushi Jingguang to touch his hat uncomfortably. He was then stopped by Furuya Rei: "Hiro, be careful not to let the people inside notice your appearance."

An hour ago, Morobushi Kagemitsu, who had just made up his mind not to wear Furuya Rei's clothes anymore, said: "..."

He was also stuffed with a black mask, which did help to slightly reduce the impact of the coffee smell on him.

The building looked like an ordinary office building at first, until Fūya Rei passed triple biometric identification and took Zhufu Jingguang into a hidden elevator and went down to the third floor below ground.

The air was so cold that it felt like being in an ice cellar. There were instruments emitting cold lights of various colors, and many people who looked like researchers were moving around.

What Fūya Ling was worried about did not actually happen. When they saw outsiders coming in, most of the researchers did not even raise their heads. The few who looked over looked at them, but their eyes were just like looking at a bird perched on the windowsill, not even half as enthusiastic as when they looked at the instrument data.

Until they took many twists and turns and entered a room hidden in the suite by swiping cards and exchanging secret codes. There were only six instruments in it, one of which was so large that it was a little weird.

Zhu Fujingguang realized that this place was probably built temporarily for his arrival today.

A woman whose clothes were no different from those of the researchers outside exchanged glances with Rei Fūtani, then opened a small window about half a meter in diameter. A man with peach blossom eyes appeared behind the window.

There were many things connected to the visible parts of his body, from his head to his neck and upper arms. It was not known whether they were torture instruments or restraints. Judging from his twitching facial muscles, the former was more likely.

When Furuya Rei spoke, his voice was as cold as the temperature here: "Let's get started, Sambuga."

Perhaps something was paused, and the unnatural state of the man called "Sambuga" stopped. His beautiful peach blossom eyes with a crazy background swept from top to bottom at Zhufushi Jingguang, who was almost tightly wrapped by Furuya Rei.

"Long time no see, Su... Oh, I shouldn't use such clichéd terms when we meet again after a long separation. So, long time no see, my beloved Mezcal?"