Kenji Hagiwara is a man of great action. He resigned when he said he would, and bought relevant books when he said he wanted to take the police exam. He said he would handle it cleanly, and he actually looked through his past clients in his memory and explained everything he could.
The profession of a gigolo is to make money from women by using sweet words. No matter who it is, the more money you spend, the more they will pay attention to you. The words of a gigolo make you feel that he only cares about you and that you are special. If you are not careful, you will really fall for him.
The gigolos in the second dimension are better, they are more idealistic and not so dirty. At least Katai Genjin didn't really go too far, and this shop is high-end enough to block some special customers.
——But in the three-dimensional world, please stay away from the profession of gigolo!
This is the answer Zhu Fukongliang gets when he is occasionally bored and instead of browsing comics forums, he goes to read forums related to reality.
When Zhu Fukongliang is bored, he really likes to compare the difference between his reality and the three-dimensional reality through forums.
All we can say is that the people in their world (especially the protagonist and the supporting characters who will appear) are more idealistic and exaggerated - and this emotion is recognized by their peers, rather than being special.
Just like the "tennis princes" in the past, their obsession was pure and clean, and it seemed that there was only that little tennis ball in their eyes.
However, the supporting characters who do not appear in any work seem to be no different from ordinary people in the three-dimensional world.
Maybe everyone is their own protagonist, even if it is ordinary and dull, it is their life. But in Zhufu Kongliang's eyes, their identities have been differentiated by level from the beginning.
After all, if his brother wasn't a major supporting character, a character that drives the plot forward - then Zhu Fu Kong Liang wouldn't have embarked on this road of saving people. From the beginning, it would have been enough to just ask his brother for a little help and pay for a cup of coffee jelly.
The protagonist cannot deal with him easily, the main supporting characters need to rack their brains to save them, but the cannon fodder who only appears once can be dealt with by him at will.
See, the level difference is revealed. To other people, these are all lives and are equal, but in Zhufu Kongliang's eyes, the protagonist must be noble, and cannon fodder is nothing.
When Hagiwara Kenji came out of the bookstore holding the information related to the police exam, he couldn't help but sigh - most of the customers were relatively rational and expressed their blessings. Some people responded calmly and their true thoughts could not be seen, but some people directly showed overly excited emotions and did not accept his resignation.
Moreover, Kenji Hagihara had no way of determining through the cold texts on his phone whether among those who had rationally sent him their blessings there were some people who had excessive emotions toward him.
Kenji Hagiwara couldn't help but condemn his past actions again - but doubts would occasionally arise in his mind, "Would I really do such a thing?" "Am I such a person?"
It was clearly his memory, but it didn't feel real.
A person's personality is composed of memory and experience. Hagiwara Kenji currently has no "past memories" to support his personality. Even if he has doubts, it is difficult to think deeply because of the hints of super powers.
So it was the same this time. Hagiwara Kenji sighed while holding his book: "I was really bad before... I can only say that fortunately I didn't really step into the abyss, and there is still room for redemption, otherwise I wouldn't even be qualified to take the police exam."
Kenji Hagihara was very lucky. His resume was very clean, so clean that it was a little abnormal - but it was better than being completely black! At least in Kenji Hagihara's memory, he had never committed a crime. Well, if speeding was not considered a violation of traffic laws?
No, I don't have a car? When did I go racing? Wait? I don't have a car but I have a house, and I seem to go racing often... Is there something wrong with this? ... Ah, now I remember, I do have a car, but I crashed it because of racing, and I haven't bought a new one yet... So that's it.
After "remembering" this, Hagiwara Kenji couldn't help but feel sad - that was a white Mazda! How could it be damaged?
"What 'Matsuda'?" A familiar voice came from behind.
Hagiwara Kenji replied unconsciously: "I was talking about my car. I accidentally crashed it before... Eh? Mr. Amuro? What a coincidence~"
Turning around and noticing the person coming, Kenji Hagiwara subconsciously gave a slightly friendly smile.
Amuro Toru glanced at the several files in Hagiwara Kenji's arms: "What are these...?"
"I want to take the police exam, so I want to buy some reference materials." Kenji Hagiwara replied with a smile.
"…Well, these are a bit biased. You can go buy some. I mean, you can ask Kong Liang. The textbooks he has should not have been thrown away. And he just graduated from the police academy, so the regulations and textbooks are the latest, and they are more valuable for reference." Amuro Toru suggested.
Hagiwara Kenji's eyes lit up, but he was a little hesitant: "Will this be too much trouble?"
Amuro Toru thought for a moment and said, "In any case, you have to try to speak up. If you don't take the initiative, no one knows whether the other party will agree."
Hagiwara Kenji noted this and said happily, "Speaking of which, the undercover officer is from the Explosives Division. I can ask him about the atmosphere there where he works."
"...Are you planning to join the mobile unit?" asked Toru Amuro.
"Well, I seem to be quite interested in dismantling things. The police officer also said that I have a good talent." Hagiwara Kenji replied with a smile.
“…I see.” Amuro Toru smiled.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Amuro, you have excellent hearing!" Hagiwara Kenji meant that the voice of his mumbling just now was not loud, but Amuro Toru still heard it clearly.
"Because I also have a Mazda." Amuro Toru responded, looking at Hagiwara Kenji's black eyes covered by his colored contact lenses: "So I pay more attention to these."
"Eh - really?" Kenji Hagiwara became interested and grabbed Toru Amuro and started talking about the 123 advantages of Mazda.
The most important thing is - "It's so cool to race!"
Toru Amuro strongly agrees with this.
"Then Sister Qiansu will stop you and fine you. Please obey the traffic laws, gentlemen." A black Bentley slowly stopped beside them. Zhu Fukongliang opened the window, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and leaned the other hand on the edge of the window. He smiled and greeted them: "What a rare combination, hello."
Both Toru Amuro and Kenji Hagihara looked a little surprised.
Amuro Toru asked more directly: "Are you going to...?"
Zhu Fu Kong Liang replied: "Go pick up Sister Qian Su, have you forgotten what day it is today?"
Amuro Toru lowered his eyes slightly and replied calmly, "It's number 7."
Hagiwara Kenji also remembered: "Oh, it's Ms. Chisawa's brother... ah, sorry!"
"What about you guys? Where are you planning to go? Do you want me to give you a ride?" Zhu Fu Kongliang was not angry.
Before Hagiwara Kenji could answer, Morobuchi Sora suggested, "Why don't we just go together? Sweep the graves."
Amuro Toru did not answer, but Hagiwara Kenji subconsciously wanted to refuse, saying, "This is not good."
"It doesn't matter. Since you want to be admitted to this department anyway, you will have to meet these seniors sooner or later. Just think of it as an advance inspection of your future address?" Zhu Fu Kongliang joked.
Fūya Rei immediately frowned and said disapprovingly: "Kong Liang!"
Zhufu Kongliang shrugged, but there was no apology in his eyes. Fūya Ling felt that he was starting to have a headache.
Hagiwara Kenji's high emotional intelligence came into play at this moment, and he became the one who smoothed things over: "Ms. Chisuku, would you mind?"
"Sister Qiansu won't care about such a small matter." Zhufu Kongliang thought for a moment and gave this answer, adding: "Besides, those two people just like to watch the show and don't mind making trouble. Maybe they will be happier if we make it more lively."
"...Them?" Kenji Hagiwara had a bad feeling.
"Oh, I didn't mention it before." Zhu Fukongliang said calmly, "Sister Qiansu is not going to sweep someone's grave. Her brother's childhood friend is also down there."
Hagiwara Kenji held the stack of books in his hand, and his fingers shrank unconsciously. He murmured, "...Is that so?"
"So you want to go together?" As he said this, Zhu Fukongliang glanced at the blond waiter beside him: "Openly, stand in the sun, and sweep the graves of the police officers who died in the past."
Morofuku Sora's choice of words was a bit strange, but Hagiwara Kenji, who was confused, did not notice it, while Furuya Rei's eyes clearly flashed.
Finally, when Chisu Hagiwara was picked up at the flower shop, he found that there were two more people in the back seat.
Hagiwara Chisu was a little confused, and subconsciously looked at Zhufu Kongliang: "Kongliang?"
"Well, let's go together, Sister Qiansu." Zhufu Kongliang did not explain.
Hagiwara Chisaku stared at Zhufu Kongliang for a while before lowering his eyes: "Then I'll go buy two more bouquets of flowers."
Both Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei died in the explosion, so there were no bodies left for either of them.
Only their police uniforms were buried in the cemetery.
Kenji Hagihara was holding a bouquet of flowers. He knew rationally that he was sweeping the graves of the fallen police officers and that he should remain serious, but he felt a strong sense of violation and a very delicate mood.
There was no photo on the tombstone, only a name. Staring at the big words "Kenji Hagihara", Kenji Hagihara felt a little hairy on his back and got goosebumps all over his body.
Kenji Hagiwara stiffly placed a bouquet of flowers on the tombstone, his mind completely blank.
But even so, Hagiwara Kenji did not ignore the details. The bouquet that Hagiwara Chizu bought was not the standard bouquet for funerals, but hyacinths, which represent the flower of resurrection.
——But it is understandable that hyacinths can bloom a second time, but to bloom again, the withered and dead branches must be cut off. Death leads to rebirth, cutting off the past and starting anew.
The meaning of this bouquet is probably to not dwell on the lives that have passed away. Only by letting go of the past can we move forward.
However, Kenji Hagihara feels that this is not a complete interpretation and seems to have a deeper meaning.
Kenji Hagiwara carefully observed Hagiwara Chisawa's expression and noticed that there was not much sadness on her face. It seemed that she had already let go of the death of her brother and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
After cleaning the tombstone of Kenji Hagiwara, there was another person whose tombstones were not aligned because there was a four-year gap between their deaths. One died seven years ago, and the other three years ago.
It was obvious that Hagiwara Chisou had come here more than once and was very familiar with the location of Matsuda Jinpei's grave. He walked to Matsuda Jinpei's grave with the three suffixes.
There were already a few bouquets of flowers placed in front of Jinpei Matsuda's tombstone, and it was obvious that someone had been there before them.
Kenji Hagiwara stared at the words on the tombstone in a daze. The strange mood he had originally felt suddenly disappeared. His hands trembled uncontrollably. He tightly grasped the bouquet at hand without showing any emotion.
"... Xiao Zhenping?" The name flashed in his mind and Hagiwara Kenji's brain began to ache again. But this time, he controlled it very well and it did not affect all his actions in reality.
Furukaya Rei bent down and put down the bouquet in his hand - this was the first time that he could appear in this cemetery openly.
You can stand in the sunshine openly and sweep the graves of your deceased friends.
The hyacinth flowers, with dew still on their petals, representing the words of resurrection, bloomed unconsciously in front of Jinpei Matsuda's grave.
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