When he put on the police uniform after a long absence, Furiya Rei was actually still a little dazed.
Since he chose to join the Japanese Public Security Bureau six or seven years ago and fight for Japan's cause, he has been prepared to hide in darkness and never see the light of day for the rest of his life.
He changed his name and resume, and transformed from a brave policeman with a bright future into a creature in the dark who could not see the light - and then, the thick veil of night covering him was lifted.
Even Rei Furuya had to admire the methods of Senior S, whom he had never met, but besides admiration, he would occasionally feel a little curious.
——For example, who is the senior?
After learning that the organization had changed its leadership, Furutani Rei was shocked to find that S was still delivering high-quality intelligence about the organization, even information that only high-level officials knew.
No one knew better than him, an intelligence officer, what this phenomenon meant - his predecessor, his great predecessor, must be a high-ranking figure in the organization.
He knew exactly who the top figures in the organization were, and that was why he was confused.
Among the people who can be called Johnny's confidants, Gin, Novak, and Vermouth can still be counted as such, but if you pick any one of these people and tell him that he is S-senior, Furuya Rei will have to exclaim that he is indeed a senior and a role model for our generation.
After skipping these people, he checked other possible characters. If it weren't for the time mismatch, Gin's younger brother Vodka seemed to be a suspicious candidate.
He carefully selected some candidates for S-senior. Although Furuya Reito was sent to the United States by Johnny, his heart is still Japanese and he stands with his S-senior.
But no matter how many guesses I had in my mind, I couldn't reveal them at that time.
As undercover agents, both he and Senior S are walking on a tightrope, so it is not an exaggeration to say that they are better off not knowing. With the tacit understanding between them as public security undercover agents, they can sometimes fight well in coordination.
and……
He has already lost important people because of the organization, and he doesn't want his respected predecessors to remain in the dark forever because of himself.
Therefore, even if there are tens of millions of Bourbon cats pushing against the wall in his heart, Furuya Rei still tries his best to endure and wait for the day when light comes.
However, when he thought he was finally able to meet his senior, his boss looked at him, lowered his head when he heard his question about whether he could meet his senior.
"Director?"
Furuya Rei made a sound in confusion.
The other party was silent for a long time and looked up at him.
Kuroda Heiwei still had the same stern look as before, but in that glance, Furuya Rei saw some indescribable emotions.
It seems as if he wants to say something but stops himself, as if he is solemn and serious... and also as if he is in sorrow and mourning.
Kuroda Hei subconsciously reached for a cigarette, but when his hand just touched it, he suddenly remembered a certain moment when he was itching to have a cigarette, and the guy who was about to leave held his hand.
"Smoke less, sir."
The guy took advantage of his height and long legs to pick up the cigarette he had already taken out, put it to his nose and sniffed it, but after a long time he couldn't smell anything.
“It, it smells quite good?” The guy, codenamed S, who was taken from the Sawada in his real name, Nakasawada Tsunayoshi, put down his hand with a wry smile and put the cigarette into his bag.
"But it's confiscated." The other party blinked and said playfully, "Just consider it as a parting gift for me. As for you, sir... you are old, so you should smoke less of these things."
"Who do you think you are old, little brat?" He made a gesture to hit someone, raised his hand high, but it fell on the opponent's shoulder as if to stroke him.
"Come back safely." This was his only wish.
Kuroda Hei closed his eyes.
In fact, he had anticipated the current situation. As undercover agents, their lives have always been like a tightly taut string. If they are not careful, it will suddenly break and scatter emerald beads all over the ground.
He had seen off many people, including his predecessors, his comrades-in-arms, and many young children, but he never expected that S would die on the last day.
Thinking of this, Kuroda Heiwei sighed.
Fūya Rei felt as if he had vaguely guessed something. He couldn't help but shrink back a little, fearing what Kuroda Hei was about to say.
This is actually a very unrealistic approach.
Kuroda Hei was also stunned when he saw his expression, but then he softened his expression when he thought that there was a fanboy of S among the kids in this class, and that Furuya Rei might have had some interaction with S.
He didn't say that out loud, but just silently handed over an address.
"The funeral is the day after tomorrow," he whispered. "Come."
…
Every word that Kuroda Hei said was common Japanese, but when they were put together, it made Furuya Rei wonder what was happening.
What funeral? Whose funeral?
He thought of Morobushi Kagemitsu, whose childhood friend died one afternoon three years ago. When he hurried over, Lei - or rather, Akai Shuichi had just cleaned up the mess and announced the verdict on the "traitor" in an arrogant, condescending tone.
What was Rei Furuya thinking at that time?
He seemed to be thinking of nothing, yet seemed to be thinking of a lot. He kept repeating Hiro's name in his heart, but his fingers couldn't stop trembling as he touched the other's cheek.
——But he didn't even have that chance.
Because Lei, who was later found to be an undercover FBI agent, held the gun that had killed the young boy against his wrist.
The muzzle of the gun was still hot, and Furiya Rei vaguely felt that it was the temperature of Hiro's blood.
"You...are you not a fellow Scot?"
The man with black hair and green eyes said this with a cold face, as if this was just an ordinary guess.
Before Furiya Rei could even tremble or feel sad, he had to put on a cold expression.
"I just want to check whether he is completely dead." He seemed to be separated from his body, and his soul kept floating up, watching "myself" acting indifferently from a higher place.
After removing Scotland as an undercover agent, the promotion of Rei and Lei in the organization became more and more stable.
Because their superior became the new Boss, they were naturally given important positions. Shortly after Scotland's death, Rei Furuya was sent to the United States and became the head of the organization's American branch.
It is precisely for this reason that the intelligence passed back to the police from him became the basis for the police to cooperate with the FBI.
Later, it was discovered that Lei's real identity was an undercover agent from the FBI. Before defecting, he severely tricked Gin and Vermouth, giving him, an outsider, a good show.
But there is no unnecessary joy.
After all, he and Rai - or rather, Shuichi Akai - are not members of the same organization, and he and the other party have a deep hatred through Morobushi Kagemitsu. If he is asked the question that Gin and Shuichi Akai fell into the river together and he can only save one person, then Furuya Rei will definitely choose not to save anyone.
And when Shuichi Akai defected, Furuya Rei could feel that the trust he had gained had become "richer".
He worked diligently at several jobs, and occasionally when he traveled through the dark world, he would have the illusion that he didn't know who he was.
Is he the organization's codename member Bourbon? Is he Amuro Toru? Or is he the Public Security Bureau's Rei Furuya?
The confusion about his identity brought about by being an undercover agent made him depressed for a time. Although he was promoted step by step in the organization, the situation that he was still far away from Japan also made him feel ups and downs. At that moment, he received encouragement from S.
Furiya Rei still remembers that unidentified phone call. The senior with a voice changer on the other end of the phone was gentle yet powerful, just like everything he imagined his senior should be.
——There is one thing, I always feel that the tone of my senior’s voice is strangely familiar in some way.
But where is the familiarity?
Fūya Rei didn't wait until the day when he figured things out, but the beheading plan passed down by his senior was already being implemented. When the plan succeeded, he would naturally be able to meet his senior.
But he never expected that the place where he would meet his senior would be his funeral.
Wrapped up into a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and wearing a black mourning gown, Furutani Rei took the white flower brooch at the door. Before going in, he saw Hagiwara Kenji coming out of the door.
He and Kenji Hagiwara haven't seen each other for a long time.
Since graduating from the police academy, everyone has gone their separate ways. Due to the special nature of their jobs, both he and Morobuchi Jingguang have tried to reduce contact with family and friends as much as possible.
And when Kenji Hagiwara saw him, he was also stunned.
But the young man with long black hair hesitated to speak, and it seemed that he still had no energy to talk about the past.
In Furuya Rei's memory, Hagiwara Kenji was always high-spirited. When he stood together with Matsuda Jinpei, the two of them could turn the police academy upside down.
He couldn't help but take a step forward and called his name.
"Hagi..."
The other party waved his hand as if he knew what he wanted to say.
"Let's go see him first." said Kenji Hagiwara.
Furiya Rei keenly noticed that his voice was a little hoarse, as if he had stayed up all night or cried - this judgment surprised even himself. He suddenly remembered that when Hagiwara Kenji was in the police academy, he seemed to admire a senior very much, and he had some guesses in his mind.
But now is not a good time to talk.
Fūya Rei pursed his lips, left a message for the other party to wait for him, and walked into the mourning hall step by step, holding the white chrysanthemums he had prepared.
He suddenly felt very panicky, as if something unexpected was about to happen.
Furiya Rei has always trusted his intuition, but he seemed to have not expected that this would happen at this time.
It's unlikely that Gin would bring his minions here for revenge, or that he would look up and see Gin... That's not likely, at least Furuya Rei knows that Gin's family is still alive somewhere in this world.
With his mind in a state of confusion for unknown reasons, Fūya Rei tried several times to concentrate, but he was always distracted by random thoughts.
This is totally wrong.
But when he looked up and saw the photo frame with white silk flowers, all his fanciful thoughts disappeared.
It was a face he had seen countless times.
He had been in the same room with him, waiting for dinner together beside Scotland, and had argued with Lay, the FBI lackey, while he was smiling at him. He had also seen him become confused from time to time and then fall down the stairs.
At that time he remained alert at all times and faced him as if he were an enemy.
This was even more so later. He would try to please him, compete for favors with the other party's mad dog in Italy, and work hard to expand the other party's territory.
But that was all based on the premise that his ultimate goal was to hope that person could disappear along with the organization.
However, things are not always as we wish.
When he personally shoveled away the organization's many forces in Japan, before he had a chance to see the leader of the organization who was said to have died, he saw the other person's photo at the funeral of his respected predecessor.
——How ironic.
Something fell from a tall building and shattered into countless pieces on the ground.
In a trance, he seemed to hear someone calling him. The voice was very familiar, and even though his brain was still digesting the information he saw, he had already called out the other person's name.
"Is it...Hiro?"
…
Morofushi Kagemitsu was probably the first person to foresee Sawada Tsunayoshi's death.
He was sent to Italy by Sawada Tsunayoshi three years ago. After arriving, he was not placed in the local organization like Furuya Rei was. Instead, he was sent to a small town and became a farmer who came all the way from Japan to Italy to farm.
Morobushi Kagemitsu suddenly learned of his new identity: …
fine.
Thinking about the personality of my predecessor, it seems that this is indeed something he can do.
Sometimes, Morofushi Jingguang is indeed the kind of guy who just takes things as they come.
So his great predecessor asked him to go to Italy to farm, and he actually started learning farming there.
However, Morofu Jingguang's hands were used to holding a sniper rifle, and he felt unfamiliar with the handle.
So he observed the old man in the field and slowly learned how to farm.
He and the eldest master also became "friends regardless of age" certified by each other.
"Where is this place?" In his spare time, he would chat with the master and talk about the surrounding environment. He was cautious in his bones.
The old man repeated his question and shook his head: "It's our town of Annie... We are one of the top three towns in the protection area of Decimo. Don't you know that?"
——He thought this person came here for vacation just for the title.
Morofushi Jingguang almost choked at these words. He coughed for a long time before raising his head. He looked at the other party with tears in his eyes (coughing) and slowly typed a question mark.
Later he also learned that this was one of Decimo's "industries" in Italy and the town he protected.
Slightly different from the Mafia in Japan, the Italian Mafia has a symbiotic relationship with the residents to a certain extent.
This may be related to the origin of the Italian mafia. While carrying out various illegal activities, the Italian mafia can also be the street management committee and the patron saint of civilians.
But theoretically this was a long time ago.
In the new era, the struggle between the old and new mafia has fluctuated with the development of politics and economy. The original intention of the mafia has been forgotten, and there are three or four gunfights endangering innocent civilians every week.
From the eldest master's words, Morofushi Jingguang knew that the lives of the people here were once miserable.
And all these sufferings ended the day when Decimo swung his fist and smashed the previous mafia boss who governed this place into the wall.
Morofushi Kagemitsu: ...
Thinking of his boss who sometimes seemed weak, pitiful and helpless, he quickly packed up his treasures.
During the three years he lived here, Morofushi Kagemitsu worked the fields like an ordinary Italian farmer, listened to them bragging about their brief encounter with Decimo, ate the bread they brought him, and slowly pieced together another image of Sawada Tsunayoshi.
He hadn't lived here for long before he had an unexpected guest.
The last time the uninvited guest showed up, he faked his own death, and the last time he showed up was during the organization's dispute over whether the Boss had ground Martinez to dust or thrown him into space.
But the real owner was not crushed to pieces nor his ashes were scattered all over Italy. He just squatted in his field, poking at his newly grown potato seedlings with a curious look on his face.
“Your grass is growing nicely.”
Seeing him coming, the other party stood up and praised him.
Morofushi Jingguang was silent for a moment, and then reminded the other party tactfully.
“Those are potato sprouts.”
Andrea: ...
Andrea was strangely silent for a moment, then grumbled his surrender.
Morofushi Jingguang still doesn't know what this young man came to say.
He seemed to be familiar with everyone in this town. When following him through the town, the residents who obviously knew him would make surprised sounds and shout "It's Lord Andrea!" "Lord Andrea hasn't been here for a long time", "Lord Andrea, please smile! Your smile is as bright as the sunshine", and so on, surrounding the black-haired young man.
By the time Morofushi Jingguang leisurely prepared dinner for himself and Schrödinger's guest, the other party had survived the siege of the residents and walked into his room carefree.
Zhu Fu Jingguang took the time to look at him and was surprised that the other person was surrounded by baskets of bread, vegetables and other things in his hands, but when he came back, his hands were empty.
Andrea laughed and said that the boss would not allow it.
Morofushi Kagemitsu had a strange expression on his face.
"Oh, don't you disbelieve it?" Andrea was a little anxious, but that was all. He thought about it and sat at the bar of Zhufu Jingguang's semi-open kitchen, watching the other's smooth cooking skills, his green eyes shining slightly.
Zhu Fu Jingguang felt that he was like a child.
When I think about his age, and realize that he is indeed just a child, I can't help but feel a little more loving towards him.
"I always feel that you are thinking about something disgusting." The boy said, wrinkling his delicate face.
"But even so, I still like you a little bit - because Boss likes you very much."
The black-haired young man held his chin with his hand, like a little prince traveling alone to the high moon, swinging his feet and missing his rose.
Morofushi Kagemitsu did not reject such a child. Andrea spent a day at his place, and they chatted like good friends, and heard each other talk about different Sawada Tsunayoshi.
"But to be honest, I envy you guys." He remembered clearly that when the black-haired, green-eyed boy said this, there was a slight worry in his expression, "When I was with the Boss, I seemed to be very close to him, but also seemed very far away."
"He always frowns. Even when his mission has been completed and his goal has been achieved, he still frowns."
"I didn't understand it before, but I realized it later because he was in so much pain."
"Children like us learned to shoot at a very young age. We shot for survival and for power, but Boss was different... He shot with grief, he had to shoot, so Boss was very painful... I originally thought it was because Boss was in the wrong position, but later I found out that Boss is Boss. Even if he is not a Japanese public security officer, but a Mafia, he will still be sad and painful."
"I always feel that the painful Boss will leave us and this world one day." Andrea tilted her head and looked at him seriously. "You think so too, right?"
Zhufu Jingguang was silent for a long time.
He tilted his head to look at the moon outside the window. The full moon was high in the sky but hazy.
After a while, he responded softly.
"It will come back," he said.
…
…
Kenji Hagiwara originally wanted to wait on the other side, but since he met Fūya, he had no choice but to wait outside for a while.
His hair has grown quite long, and he hasn't taken care of his hair for quite some time because he has been preparing for his predecessor's plans and his predecessor's publishing plans at the same time.
In fact, it was the same with Hu Zi. He tidied himself up hastily before leaving the house in the morning, thinking about seeing his senior for the last time.
There is a flower shop downstairs. Kenji Hagiwara has been thinking for a long time about what flowers to buy for his senior. When standing in the flower shop, he suddenly remembered the manuscript from his senior, which was a picture of Gin, the code member of the organization.
Next to the abstract and violent Gin, there are some scattered flowers scribbled.
After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't figure out what those things were. After thinking for a while, I felt that they didn't look like flowers, but more like animals.
Dog? Bear?
Kenji Hagiwara thought about it, and caught a glimpse of the girl in the flower shop who had ignored him for the time being, packing a large bunch of teddy bear dolls for someone. After thinking about it, he decided not to take the flowers, but to take this bunch instead.
This isn't really out of the ordinary, he thought. After all, it's something that the seniors like, so what's wrong with being a little out of the ordinary?
As long as he likes it.
Even if he doesn't like it, Kenji Hagiwara has a way.
He knew that his senior was a gentle person, so if he really guessed the other person's preferences wrongly, he would pretend to cry a few times. It would be even better if he had eye drops, so he would put two drops in, and then pretend to have tears in his eyes and look at his senior eagerly.
"Senior, don't you like it? Then can I change it to flowers?"
——Just like that, his senior will definitely soften his heart.
However, Kenji Hagiwara never lived to see the day when his conjecture would be verified.
Even if he could have imagined the other person's personality and temper through the information, the words, and the countless things that stood between him and his predecessor, there would never be a day when he could verify it.
So he walked up to his senior with his hands in his pockets, tucked the ridiculous bouquet of teddy bears under his arm.
You will like it.
You will definitely like it.
This is the telepathic connection between him and his seniors.
But when he looked at his senior in black and white with a gentle smile, he felt that he could not stay there for a moment. The dull and polluted air made him crazy, so he could only hurriedly throw down the bouquet and turn around to leave.
When I looked up, I saw Fūya Rei standing in front of me in a daze.
After a little thought, he knew that Furuya Rei was also here to see his senior.
Compared to him who is so far away from her, Zero must be feeling even more sad.
So Hagiwara Kenji thought about it for a while, looking at the black and white mourning hall, but he couldn't take a step.
He didn't dare look up.
Kenji Hagiwara leaned against the wall with his hands clasped over his chest, thinking of the "Teacher Hibari Star-Making Plan" that he had already vigorously launched. In order to make his senior happy, the first wave of arrangements had already been made, and it had recently received a very good response.
He remembered that he had originally planned to hold a book signing event for his predecessor when he was able to appear in public, so that people all over the world could see how outstanding his great predecessor was. However, the book signing event could be held now, but the person was gone.
He leaned against the wall, his long legs slightly bent, and his back was slightly hunched. Hagiwara Kenji took out a cigarette with some trembling, put it in his mouth, and saw that Morobushi Keimitsu had already met with Furuya Rei and was talking to each other.
He recalled that earlier he had contacted Morobushi Kagemitsu through a magazine company, and the other party had mentioned the past incident in which Bourbon and Lay had instigated their senior to smoke. At that time, he thought, if it were him, he would definitely teach his senior back... What bad kid? Does smoking, drinking, and getting tattoos mean one is definitely a bad kid?
He thought again of the cover he had carefully chosen. Behind the fancy light novel cover was a calm and high moon.
But when he wanted to open the sample book yesterday, he found that he couldn't turn it.
I can no longer look directly at the moon.
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