The young man on the hospital bed was now deeply unconscious, with half of his face wrapped in a bandage. Only some horrific burn marks were visible at the edges. The rest of his face, which had been wiped clean and exposed to the air, was delicate and beautiful beyond human imagination.

The facial features are more Asian, but the nose is high, the eye sockets are deep, and the striking silver hair... "Probably mixed-race." Fugo came to this conclusion.

Naranja was lying on the glass wall of the hospital, with his whole face pressed against it. He didn't look relaxed, and asked in a slightly worried tone, "Is the child okay?"

Narancia was also picked up by Bucciarati and received treatment, so he could understand and empathize with the boy lying on the hospital bed. Fugo was different. He was not without a place to go. His IQ was as high as 152. He was qualified to go to college at the age of 13. After experiencing some things, he could easily find a place that suited him.

It was because of this talent that he was noticed by Bucciarati and invited to join his team. Compared to Narancia's obviously triggered reaction, Fugo was much calmer. He had been investigating from the beginning why this boy appeared in that villa, what was his relationship with Gaillo who sold drugs to children, and why, at such a delicate time, there was a fire there.

"No one around here has seen a man with silver hair before. It's as if he suddenly appeared there." Fugo frowned. His high IQ made it easier for him to think than ordinary people. "Bucciarati, this could be a trap."

"But I can't just watch this child die there. He's asking for help." Bucciarati was holding a bunch of fresh lilies in his hand. These lilies were specially picked out for him by Miss Rossi from the florist's shop when she learned that he was coming to the hospital to visit a patient.

Fugo was somewhat helpless, and was not surprised by this answer. "I knew you would say that."

After the silver-haired boy was transferred from the emergency room to the general ward, Bucciarati casually opened a bottle of mineral water, inserted a lily into it, and then placed it on the cabinet next to the bed.

The white lilies matched the young man lying on the hospital bed very well. There was a sense of tranquility as if time had stopped here, which made Bucciarati seem to relax a little.

As a member of the gang, Bucciarati was very busy every day, but he still took time to visit the boy who had been in a coma in the hospital. During this time, he also took a fancy to a corrupt former policeman who had also joined the gang and became a gangster. Bucciarati wanted him to be his teammate.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but right after Bucciarati successfully persuaded a former policeman named Abbaccio to join his team, Fugo called him in a rather uncalm tone and told him the good news, "Bucciarati! The kid is awake!"

「But, ​​but……」

Bucciarati obviously noticed something was wrong, but he still said in a gentle, commanding tone, "I'll be there right away."

This man has this ability, just one sentence can make people feel at ease immediately. Fugo exhaled, said I understand, and hung up the phone.

Apache crossed his arms over his chest, a gesture that showed that he was not completely trusting. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What happened?"

Bucciarati replied in a gentle voice: "It's a child I saved before. He had been in a coma and now he finally wakes up."

"...Are you really a gangster?" Abbasi said this with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Bucciarati responded by looking at Abbaccio earnestly with his eyes, which were as beautiful as the sea in Naples reflecting the sunlight, and said earnestly: "I am only doing what I think is right."

Arpachi choked at this answer. He subconsciously avoided such gentle eyes and waved his hand in an impatient tone, "Aren't they urging you over there? Why don't you go over there?"

"Would you like to come along?" Bucciarati smiled. "It would be a good opportunity for us to meet our other two partners."

As for the result...

Looking at the silver-haired man in a windbreaker who followed Bucciarati and slowly walked into the hospital, it was easy to conclude that the other party could not refuse Bucciarati's answer.

Bucciarati pushed open the door of the ward. The windows were wide open. The temperature and weather were just right for ventilation. The wind with the scent of the ocean blew through the room, blowing up the silver hair of the young man who was sitting on the bed and being talked to by Narancia. His hair was not neat because of the fire, but was still beautiful.

The small daisies placed on the cabinet beside the bed were swaying gently, and the surface of the water in the glass vase was also rippling.

Hearing the noise coming from the door, the young man sitting on the hospital bed looked over. His violet eyes, which were not bound by a bandage, raised up, as clean and clear as a newborn baby's.

No one would think that such a pure child was a bad person - it was probably just a coincidence that he appeared there at that time. Bucciarati couldn't help thinking so.

At this time, Narancia seemed to be completely oblivious to the atmosphere and just kept asking, "Do you really not remember anything? What about your name? You can't even forget your own name, right?"

Bucciarati extracted key information from Narancia's question and could not help but focus on Fugo standing nearby. Fugo noticed the strange young man standing at the door, but naturally ignored him and explained to Bucciarati: "Just like what you see now, this child has lost his memory."

Perhaps because he felt the atmosphere was a bit depressing, Fugo even joked, "Could that guy be this kid's relative? They both have silver hair and purple eyes."

But after he finished speaking, looking at the frown on the face of the person outside the door, Fu Ge shrugged and said, "I was just kidding."

Bucciarati moved a stool and sat in front of the boy. He looked into his clean eyes at eye level and asked him in a gentle, child-like tone, enunciating each word: "Do you remember anything?"

"Don't worry." No one could refuse this Italian man once they met Bucciarati's eyes. He said gently, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember. You have a lot of time. Even if you can't remember, you can create new memories."

"So, don't be afraid anymore." Bucciarati gently placed his hand on the boy's head, which was still wrapped in a bandage. His movement was so light, as if he was putting a layer of gauze on it without causing any burden.

The young man was slightly stunned, as if he had a memory of someone saying something similar, which allowed him to let go of all negative emotions and trust the other person with all his heart.

"...os, osso?" The boy seemed to be a little hesitant, and said a word in a confused tone, even he was unsure of it.

This means "bone" in Italian, and also has the concept of the name "Osso".

Bucciarati was not in a hurry and continued in a gentle voice: "Is your name Oso?"

The boy blinked his eyes. Although he felt that the word was familiar, it was not familiar enough to be a name. So even though he was the one who said the word, he shook his head again.

Seeing this, Bucciarati smiled and said, "Is there anything else you can remember? Um... For example, do you have any favorite foods?"

"…Diavolo?"

Diavolo is a flavor of roast chicken. Although it also has the meaning of devil, in this context, it is obviously referring to roast chicken with Diavolo flavor.

Naranjia lay beside the bed and asked curiously, "Do you like roast chicken? How about I take you to eat it when you can be discharged from the hospital?"

Fu Ge complained: "He is in such a bad condition that he can't eat these things in a short time. Don't think that everyone is as tough as you."

However, probably because he had lost his memory, the boy was confused and puzzled about the words he said. But after he said osso and diavolo, a picture flashed before his eyes.

It was a room in a western-style hotel. A young man with an unclear face, who looked to be the same age as him, or a little older, was holding a notebook in his hand. He smiled and said to him in a lively voice, "Oso, when you finish this mission, how about we go to that newly opened pizza shop!"

He heard his own voice, and he answered the boy, "Okay."

"...I..." The boy looked at Bucciarati's beautiful blue eyes in a trance. His memory rolled in his mind like the waves of the sea, but in an instant it was burned by the flames, leaving only a few fragments. In the end, only one sentence was left, spoken in Japanese, as if it was an instinctive sentence, "I am, Kotobuki Toushirou, a sharp blade that can break bones (eat bones) when swung. "

Bucciarati, an Italian man who had never learned a foreign language, was stunned. "What did you say?"

Kotobuki finally came to his senses. He blinked his only exposed purple eye, shook his head, and replied in fluent Italian: "I'm Kotobuki, and I think I'm also called osso (bone)..."

"I think... I made an appointment with someone to go eat... pizza together?" Kotobuki lowered his eyes with obvious apology, "Sorry, I can't remember the rest."

"No, that's enough." Bucciarati smiled at the boy, who seemed less alienated from the world now that he remembered his name, and said, "Next, take good care of yourself, Kotobuki."

Obviously, the name Kotobuki is more relatable to the child than Oso.

A few people left the ward together, leaving Gu Ku behind. The moment they walked out of the door, Fugo told them his discovery in an exceptionally rational tone, "That's the accent from the west. I'll check the exact location."

Fugo pulled out a map from somewhere, gestured on it casually, and his fingertips happened to land on the island marked with Sardinia.

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