Chapter 90 Chapter 90 What is true and what is false...

After Mescal finished speaking, Zhu Fujingguang's brain was still confused by the loss of memory. His heartbeat became disordered and double images seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"Fōgami Rei's favorability -85." The cold sound of a machine suddenly rang out in his mind. It wasn't very clear, but it made Zhu Fujingguang feel that the object of this favorability reminder was himself. The keyword "favorability" also made him think of 1207.

But...why?

Zhu Fujingguang wondered in confusion, didn't Zero say that he was his suitor?

Although he didn't spend much time with Rei Furuya, Zhu Fushigi felt kindness from him. Even if there was an unscientific system to judge Rei Furuya's feelings for him, it wouldn't be as bad as -85, right?

Thinking so quickly and chaotically, Zhu Fujingguang suddenly found that he was surrounded by a very strong smell of coffee without knowing when. The high concentration made his stomach feel very uncomfortable and he had the illusion that he was about to drown in it.

Zhu Fushigi really wanted to ask Jiang Gu Ling whether he had entered the susceptible period, but this concentration of pheromones had not attracted anyone else's attention, which meant that this was just another illusion caused by Zhu Fushigi's confused memory.

So when the hand next to him, which also carried coffee pheromones, reached out to support him, Zhu Fujingguang, who could no longer tolerate even the slightest smell of coffee, avoided Furuya Ling's touch almost as quickly as possible.

Looking at the dark-skinned hand suspended in mid-air with injury, and imagining the sad expression unconsciously revealed on Fūya Rei's face, Zhu Fushigi Kagemitsu wanted to say or do something to comfort the other person.

But he had already used up all his strength just to try not to show too much abnormality - even if he guessed that Mescal might be a friend, Zhu Fujingguang still didn't dare to gamble - he really couldn't spare the mind to take care of You Xunran's emotions.

"If I could have been more ruthless at that time."

As if he was dissatisfied with Zhu Fujingguang's current situation, or as if he was answering his previous question, this sentence, filled with cold hatred and disgust, echoed in his ears across time and space.

At the same time, some blurry scenes appeared in front of Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes, ambiguous and confusing. The pair of purple-gray drooping eyes looked at him with desire, but because of the words just now, Zhu Fu Jingguang did not feel shy or excited. He only felt that the discomfort in his heart and stomach became worse, and the world was spinning.

Who do you hate? Who do you dislike?

Combined with the hint about the sudden drop in favorability, the answer is obvious.

Knowing that his current condition was quite bad, Zhufu Jingguang quickly signaled Furuya Ling and the others to leave the store first and get out of Mezcal's sight.

He had recovered a lot of memories recently, and Zhufu Jingguang had a premonition that he was actually recovering some memory, and it was very likely a very important memory, so he refused the suggestion of Furuya Ling to send him to the hospital, saying that a good sleep would be enough.

After saying this, the young man with cat eyes fell into a dream that was actually from the past.

…

A hooded young man carrying a musical instrument bag and a blond young man wearing a baseball cap walked side by side.

Scotland was injured this time, and with his vision partially blocked by the hood, the originally inconspicuous dark bloodstains on his upper body seemed a bit glaring.

The hoodies in my closet aren't enough again. I'll buy a dozen more next time before I find a place to hang out... But Bourbon's outfits are all very nice. Isn't it a bit awkward for me to stand next to him like this?

Before Scotland could finish these trivial thoughts irrelevant to the mission in his mind, he felt his eyes go dark and he lost consciousness in an instant.

"Scotland, Scotland..."

The cold and heat waves were running through his body at the same time, and indescribable pain was rising from his bones. After Scotland was awakened by Bourbon, the sniper who could parkour around Tokyo with a sniper rifle on his back felt for the first time that the sniper rifle was so heavy that he couldn't even get up.

The blond young man who usually treated him indifferently and occasionally called him "Scottish senior" with a seemingly well-behaved smile, perhaps out of pity for him, actually took the initiative to take over Scotland's instrument bag, which was particularly heavy because of the sniper rifle in it, and stepped forward to support him.

His body was already in pain, and Scotland recalled some of his experiences on the laboratory table. Even his mouth tasted like rust, but the light smell of coffee from the people around him still made his heart feel soft and at ease for a moment.

…

In the stairwell where the air was so hot that it was distorted, Zhu Fujingguang stood there motionless, listening to Tennessee's monologue downstairs.

"When I went to buy medicine the other day, guess what I found out. The last person who bought medicine was you six months ago, Bourbon~"

The sunlight shines on the dining table, where two bowls of fragrant beef noodles are placed. The two people who seem to be in a warm scene put their weapons against each other's vital points in the next second.

Bourbon, whose crime was exposed, didn't even show a trace of guilt on his face. He said calmly, "Since Scotland has seen through it and suffered no actual harm, I think I should have a chance to make amends, right?"

Because of the confrontation just now, the smell of coffee emanated from the blond young man who was very close to him, floating around Zhu Fushigaki with a strong presence, making his heatstroke symptoms further aggravated.

…

Suspected of deliberately not bringing suppressants, the hand was pushed away.

The thick red velvet curtains and carpets, the corners of the eyes stained light red due to physiological factors, and the body was covered with deep and shallow red marks.

"If I could have been more ruthless at that time."

When the pheromone concentration was at its highest, when they should have been most dependent on each other physiologically, Morobushi Kagemitsu, wrapped in the smell of coffee, felt the burning pain in his stomach radiate throughout his body with Fūya Rei's words.

…

Dreams quickly returned fragments of memories to Zhu Fujingguang one after another, pulling him down. When he was about to drown in the smell of coffee, his body's instinct finally woke him up.

Because it has reached the limit of what Zhufu Jingguang's body can endure.

The moment he opened his eyes, the golden color in his dream overlapped with reality. So, Zhu Fujingguang, who had just woken up and could not fully distinguish between dreams and reality, said to the blond young man in front of him with an uncomfortable feeling that made his heart tighten.

"So you hate me that much, Zero?"

He said this softly, and it was more of a sigh at an irreversible fact than a question.

As the words fell, the car fell into complete silence again.

Zhu Fujingguang quickly regained consciousness and realized who he had just said to and what he had said.

He opened his lips soundlessly, but no words came out.

The young man with cat eyes couldn't understand why the attitude of the Rei Furuya in his dream, or in the past, and the Rei Furuya now were so different?

Tonight in the restaurant, Furuya Rei was questioned by Mescal. The person being questioned did not make any defense, and at that time, Morobushi Kagemitsu did not know what Mescal meant, but his instinct was still unwilling to believe it.

Even though his brother reminded him several times in subtle ways, even though Matsuda Jinpei quarreled and even fought with Furuya Rei to stand up for him, and even Furuya Rei himself apologized in front of him, Morobushi Kagemitsu, who had lost his memory, was still unwilling to speculate about what Furuya Rei had done to him in the past.

…Moreover, given their relationship, why would there be a mark, even if it was only a temporary one?

Until I just recovered some of my memory.

The care and warmth he received from Furuya Rei these days was real, but the pain caused by him in his memory was so clear, so clear that Morofushi Jingguang couldn't even deceive himself that it might be a false dream mixed in.

The unbearable silence in the car caused the moonlight to rise like cold seawater. Just as it was about to drown the two people's mouths and noses, Furuya Rei finally spoke: "It used to be."

Hearing these words, Zhu Fujingguang, who thought his heart had been numb from the pain, suddenly felt that he had lost the instinct to breathe.

"I won't lie to Hiro again." Furuya Rei quickly continued, "Admitting that I once hated Hiro would make me hate myself immensely. I actually hated myself more than I hated Hiro, but I couldn't tell at the time. There was too much information opacity between us..."

It was unclear whether those words of "hate" were hurting Morobushi Kagemitsu or cutting open Furuya Rei's own heart, exposing the wounds that had never been properly treated and had long since festered, which belonged to both of them, to this night.

Fūya Rei leaned forward slightly, but was careful not to get too close, only letting the emotions in his purple-gray eyes be revealed in front of Morufushi Kagemitsu.

Whether in the memories that have been recovered now or in the contact during these days, Zhu Fujingguang has never seen the person in front of him show such a... hopeless expression.

All that ease and composure disappeared from Rei Furuya: "Even if I can list so many reasons to excuse my past self, they can't hide the fact that I truly did have such negative feelings towards Hiro, and I can't cover up the huge harm I once caused Hiro."

"But it was in that negative mood that I truly fell in love with Hiro." Although his appearance is often mistaken for that of a foreigner, Furuya Rei is a true Japanese at heart. This was the first time he uttered the word "love," awkwardly yet firmly. "Because of my prejudice, I ignored Hiro's feelings and arrogantly refused to admit that I truly loved Hiro."

Zhu Fushigi Jingguang looked at the affection in Fūya Ling's eyes, but at the same time, the indifference in the man's eyes when he said, "I think I should have a chance to make amends" inevitably emerged in his mind.

...What is true and what is false?

The overly disparate contrast between Fūya Rei's attitudes before and after made Zhufu Jingguang feel as if he had not been able to wake up completely from the dream.

So the blue cat's eyes half-closed, avoiding Fūya Rei's gaze, and also avoiding the words that could no longer be told whether they were a confession or an apology.

"It's late, let's go back and rest."

There was no response to his words just now, and Fūya Rei's expression became increasingly gloomy. Although there was still no tear in his purple-gray eyes, it gave people the illusion that he was crying.

But this time, the cat-eyed young man, who always noticed his expression and compromised out of compassion, no longer responded.