As the slightly rusty door closed, the events of seven years ago were sealed away.

The four of them stood at the door, feeling as if they were in another world for a moment.

Onizuka Hachizo looked much older than when he came. His usually straight back seemed to be suddenly covered by a heavy pressure and became hunched.

Yi Dahang quietly walked up to him and tried to help him, but he waved his hand away.

"I'm not that weak yet!"

Onitsuka Hachizo said in a complicated tone: "I brought you here just to give you the greeting cards and gifts that Songjiang left behind.

By the way, I want to tell you that he is not as indifferent as you think. In fact, he condones your actions."

——Matsue Shigure would not blame the students for the accident, so there is naturally no need for any apology.

Kenji Hagiwara pursed his lips, realizing that Onizuka Hachizo's subtitle was that they should not be troubled by guilt.

It is also a warning to them not to act on their own and disrupt the status quo.

"The last case was not your fault. If I were there, I would make the same choice as you."

Onitsuka Hachizo sighed, feeling somewhat guilty: "It was me who never realized what he was thinking."

He worked with Songjiang Shigure for six months, and he felt very sad to see that the once naughty student became more taciturn and obedient, and became a stereotyped old-fashioned in the eyes of other students.

Matsue Shigure never mentioned Akabane Subaru once, but it seemed like he was mentioned everywhere.

Onizuka Hachizo originally thought that he would have more time to spend with Matsue Shigure in the future and would have the opportunity to slowly enlighten him, but he didn't know that the other person had already set a limit on the length of his own life.

In less than six months...he hadn't changed a thing.

Matsuda Jinpei pursed his lips, looking particularly stubborn: "But Instructor Songjiang did take responsibility for us!"

He simply couldn't let it go so lightly, not to mention...what he wanted now was more than just an apology.

Guilt mixed with other inexplicable emotions gave rise to an idea in Jinpei Matsuda's mind.

——He wanted to get to know Matsue Shigure again.

Get to know the real him.

"You are the police, not the superheroes who can predict the future." Onizuka Yazo glared at him, "Why are you thinking so much? Do you still remember what you came to see me about today?"

Several people were silent.

Ida Hang thought of the blond young man who pretended to be innocent and didn't know him in front of him this morning, but accidentally called him "Officer Ida", and he couldn't help but sigh.

Instructor Songjiang probably... doesn't want these useless and troublesome students to disturb his current life?

If he had not seen the diary and understood Matsue Shigure's past, Date Ko would not have been so sure, but when everything was connected, his intuition had already locked the result.

But it was of no avail.

The other party had no intention of returning to his previous identity, let alone mentioning that brief teacher-student relationship. As for the reason, Date Kou was not clear.

However, Yidahang felt that he couldn't just ignore it.

He still remembered that Song Jiangxun was also coming towards him in the morning. After just such a short distance, he was already running breathlessly, and his face was an ugly pale color.

It is impossible for Songjiang Shigure to escape from that sea of ​​fire unscathed. These years... must have been very difficult for him.

Yi Dahang felt that he should visit him every now and then as an ordinary policeman and friend.

…

What he could think of, Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji could naturally think of as well, and even more.

Not to mention, they both knew about Song Jiangxun's extremely poor physical condition.

Kenji Hagiwara recalled the first time he met Matsue Shunya, the other party was obviously unwell, and he pestered him for a long time in order to get information.

If it were the previous instructor Songjiang, he would probably have made a note of it in his diary, right?

"Regarding Matsue...Xunya's identity, let's just leave it at that." Feeling bitter, Hagiwara Kenji said with a wry smile, "Think about it carefully, it's not bad to start over again."

"He has found a new life at the Polo Cafe." Matsuda Jinpei curled his lips, seemingly indifferently, "The sandwiches there are so delicious, it's okay for us to stop by and buy some for lunch if we have nothing to do, right?"

Onitsuka Hachizo: "Remember to give me the address."

Hagiwara Kenji joked: "Instructor, you are eating these high-calorie foods now, will your wife really not get angry?"

"You're such a snob!" Onizuka Hachizo glared at him fiercely, "Alright, alright, go back to your own homes, and don't make a fuss about nothing in the future!"

Several people tacitly avoided the issue of "revenge" and Matsue Shunya's personality.

…

When the car door closed, Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara collapsed in their seats at the same time.

The curly-haired police officer lit a cigarette for himself and passed the lighter to Kenji Hagiwara. The latter took it this time, paused, and also touched a cigarette and lit it.

Neither he nor Jinpei Matsuda smoked when they were in police academy, but after working, they were under great pressure and could not control their smoking addiction.

Not to mention, he really needs something to relieve his anxiety.

"The instructor's current temper is a bit like his original self." Matsuda Jinpei looked up at himself in the rearview mirror and murmured, "But this is even more abnormal, isn't it?"

Free bird... when too much weight falls on its wings, it can no longer fly.

"It reminds me of broken porcelain. No matter how you put it together, it can't be restored to its original state. Instead, it will become more fragile because of the existing cracks."

Hagiwara Kenji exhaled smoke and said softly, "The revenge of Akabane-senpai has not been avenged, and the organization is still there."

How could a person who completely changed his personality in order to avenge his partner now be so enthusiastic and cheerful all day long and work as a waiter in a cafe?

No matter from which angle you calculate it, there is no need for Matsue Shigure to hide his acquaintance with them. He did not change his face, but just changed his name. It cannot be said that he was purely hiding his identity.

Not to mention that sometimes he even showed his fear of them, of the police...

This is not a good sign of a return to normalcy, but rather a sign of another, more terrifying loss of control.

******

Matsue Shigure almost shed tears when looking at the gloomy sky in the last frame of the comic.

Is that a cloudy day? That is his sun!

This diary entry of what can be described as a public execution has finally come to an end!

He slammed the forum shut without even reading the comments below, and simply hugged the pillow and rolled back into the quilt.

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System: "Hey, how can you sleep at your age? It's only twelve o'clock!"

Songjiang Shigure: "It's already twelve o'clock and you're still not asleep. Are you cultivating immortality?"

The system was very excited: "Our electronic technology does not follow the path of cultivating immortals~ So, do you have any feelings after reading this?"

Songjiang Shiyu was forced to open his eyes, feeling a little headache: "What can I feel? If you can't sleep, just go to Chenghua Avenue, don't bother me."

He actually didn't think this diary would have much of an impact on Matsuda Jinpei and the others, after all, most of it only talked about revenge from the perspective of "Matsue Shigure".

At most, they were shocked by the reason for the sudden change in "Matsue Shigure"'s temperament, and they were a little sad, but it should be over. As for his current identity...

It is impossible for Hagiwara Kenji and his friends to find definite evidence, so they just have to live with it as it is.

Songjiang had no idea that he had let the cat out of the bag and Shigure was in a very open-minded mood.

He is now just a rookie with not even 0.5 Goose's fighting power, so it is better for him to stay away from past disputes!

The system has a lot of feelings. It's like following a TV series to the end, only to find that it's a trap. It's so painful that it wants to turn into a gorilla and howl all night long! !

After holding it in for a long time, it couldn't help but wake up Songjiang Shiyu and said in a flattering tone: "Good host, super invincible and handsome good host, can you finish making up this story?"

Songjiang Shigure was confused: "What story?"

System: "According to the Forum Brain's thinking, you should have fought the organization's people for 300 rounds in the fire scene, and then unfortunately lost. You experienced something and became A, right? You continue to create an instructor character and write a paragraph?"

Matsue Shigure was speechless: "What the hell! I bumped into Gin at that time, and I wanted to dismantle the bullet and then die with him, but that bastard didn't follow martial ethics and directly tore my card!"

It should be said that at that time, Songjiang Shigure had no idea who the onion was and thought that the white-haired person was just an ordinary rookie.

He was even proud of the fact that his script had a beginning and an end - the instructor defuses the bomb and saves people, and at the same time he is able to bring an enemy to the grave and avenge his partner.

What a beautiful passing away!

So - Songjiang Shigure A went up! He successfully sneaked in with the handcuffs he brought with him!

He used the USB drive to buy time and successfully killed Gin in the sea of ​​fire... No way!

Matsue Shigure didn't expect Gin to be so ruthless. When he found out that asking for the USB flash drive was fruitless, he immediately grabbed Gin's neck and shot him with a "bang". It was so quick and decisive - really deadly.

Because he had been shielding himself from pain, Songjiang Shigure couldn't figure out where he was injured in most situations.

He suddenly felt a black screen before his eyes, and the game immediately logged him out, with a message popping up saying his ID card was damaged.

He was so angry that he almost smashed the game console on the spot!

"It's almost there! I can see the stone wall at the window collapse right before my eyes!! If it blocks the window, it will definitely trap him to death!"

Songjiang Shigure was indignant: "This is unfair, okay? Why did I tear up the card when the other party shot me? I hammered him for a long time and he didn't react!"

The system listened to his complaints with a numb expression: "...but this fits your painting style?"

It was not surprising that this trend occurred.

The boiling blood in my heart turned into ashes in the crude and unrefined narration.

Matsue Shigure swung his hands and said, "So there's no such thing as a bullshit story. The next time I log in, it will be the second round."

The second round is the [Hacker] identity card. After Matsue Shigure logged in, he joined the organization. He followed the game instructions to adapt to the hacker technology - in fact, it is a QTE music game, and he tapped the keyboard according to the instructions.

Then we started our happy journey with Shirley~

As for Gin, the other party never showed any sign of knowing Matsue Shigure, so he just thought it was a case of Akabane Subaru and Hagiwara Kenji having the same model, and didn't pay much attention to it.

It's just because of his anger at Gin for tearing the card in the first round that he always dislikes Gin.

As a result, the character I drew in the second round still couldn’t beat him!

The blond young man sat up again, hugging the pillow, and couldn't sleep because of anger.

The system comforted him in the void, saying, "It doesn't matter. Gin will be killed by the Red Team sooner or later. It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

Matsue Shigure hit the pillow: "It's all your fault, I'm so angry that I can't sleep, that bastard Gin is too much!"

"He fucked me once and twice, and now he wants to fuck me a third time?!"

System: "Yes! What a bastard! He is not a human!"

So, Songjiang Shigure lay on the bed and played Happy Candy Crush all night long.

The next day, when he turned on his phone to ask for leave to catch up on sleep, he saw a text message from his boss urging him to leave.

[Mr. Songjiang, please make sure to carry out the contact mission today. I have already sent you the address. The specific information is in the attachment. The FBI has the intelligence we need. I believe that with your ability, it will be easy to get it.]

Matsue Shigure held the phone and his pupils trembled: "!!!"

He can't do it! His brain is so confused now!

Wait, who is this from the FBI?

System: "It's Akai Shuichi~ But now his name is Okiya Subaru."

Matsue Shigure: "What Akahaki? What Subaru? Akabane Subaru?"

System: “…”

******

Seven years ago, Tokyo.

The heavy white rain tried to drive all pedestrians back indoors, but it was more like pouring boiling water into a frying pan, making the scene even more chaotic.

The roads were jammed with ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks. Countless people were running in the rain, and the place was in chaos.

But the flames that shot up into the sky continued to spread outwards recklessly, relying on various flammable materials in the mall to forcibly fight against the heavy rain.

Everyone was tense and evacuating the crowd, and everyone was waiting for a miracle.

And in the chaos, no one heard a single gunshot.

The soaking wet silver-haired killer walked in through the window facing the firelight.

When Gin found Matsue Shigure, the young man was sitting on the ground in the middle of the wine cellar. He was wearing a long-sleeved uniform, and the cuffs and corners of his clothes had been burned by the flames.

The man was concentrating on the conventional TNT-type explosive in front of him, not paying any attention to the swaying shelves around him that seemed ready to collapse at any moment - nor did he see himself.

Gin walked straight towards Matsue Shigure without hesitation.

The gun in his hand was still burning hot, like a flame that could easily take anyone's life.

The blond young man only then noticed the unusual noise. He raised his head, and when he saw him, surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to indifference.

Next, Matsue Shigure did something unexpected.

——Turn off the intercom used to communicate with the outside world and throw it into the corner.

"You seemed to know I was coming."

Gin stood in front of him, looking down at him, his pistol moving up with his movements, against the young man's fair forehead.

The hot muzzle of the gun instantly left a circle of red marks, but the threatened policeman didn't even blink, as if the pain caused by the burn was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"It's a big organization after all." The blond police officer's tone was cold, but it sounded particularly sarcastic. "I thought that USB flash drive was not important."

Gin frowned, feeling inexplicably awkward. He said coldly: "Tell me the location of the USB drive, and I can still let you go."

"How to survive in this situation?" Matsue Shigure asked him back.

Fires broke out everywhere due to the explosion. The normal routes had long been blocked, but the bomb hidden in the deepest wine cellar was the most powerful. If it was not removed, it would probably affect the surrounding crowds who would not have time to evacuate.

Either dismantle the bomb and leave it to fate, or let the crowd die.

Gin sneered, and the muzzle of the gun gradually moved down, sliding from Matsue Shigure's forehead to his cheek, and finally against his ear.

It seemed as if you could hear the sound of the firing pins colliding, and the next second, flames would burst out before your eyes.

"Do you think this level of threat makes sense?"

Matsue Shigure's voice was still calm and indifferent, and even because of his profession, it had a kind of guidance-like patience.

He lowered his eyes, his blond hair covering the red marks on his forehead. He seemed to be showing weakness, but in fact he ignored the muzzle of the gun and reached for the toolbox beside him.

He had examined the bomb and identified the detonator.

Gin stretched out his legs to block Matsue Shigure's movement trajectory. When the other party's seemingly weak hand touched his trousers, he leaned over, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him straight up.

He still remembered the data that the policeman in front of him, who seemed calm, had actually become weak from repeated serious injuries.

At least - they won't be his match.

At this moment, the blond police officer, who had been as calm as death just now, suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes.

Matsue Shigure twisted his body sideways, and pushed his calves upwards, which had been exerting force in secret, like a cheetah hunting prey, and bent his elbows to hit Gin's chest.

Gin instinctively dodged backwards and almost pulled the trigger of the gun in his left hand. Fortunately, he remembered that there was an unexploded bomb next to him, so he forced himself to restrain his movements and took the blow on his shoulder.

"You're looking for death!"

He spoke in a loud voice, but his hands did not slow down at all. Taking advantage of Songjiang Shiyu's leaning posture, he raised his foot and kicked his calf.

"Hmm."

The blond young man staggered and steady himself by holding onto the wine rack behind him.

In a flash, the two of them had gone back and forth several times. The crackling wine in the wine cellar fell to the ground, steaming at a relatively high temperature, exuding an intoxicating aroma.

Matsue Shigure leaned against the wine rack, breathing heavily, with white wine spilling behind him. Together with the rain water brought in from outside by Gin, it soaked his shirt, vaguely revealing the scarred skin underneath.

Those were injuries caused by many dangerous situations in the past, which made him habitually wear long sleeves all year round.

At this moment, his arm was cut by the glass in the previous fight, leaving a long and narrow cut. The bright red blood soaked the cloth and finally fell to the ground along his thin wrist.

Gin stood in front of him, and the two were so close that he could even smell the smell of blood coming from Matsue Shigure, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, carrying a fatal signal.

He touched his neck and felt a stinging pain.

It had been a long time since he had been injured, let alone nearly ruptured an artery.

"Haha! Cough cough cough."

The blond young man laughed out loud, which was rare, with an almost twisted sense of pleasure and paranoia.

The cold mask shattered in an instant, and the beast in the dark revealed its fangs.

The transition from prey to hunter sometimes only takes a moment.

Matsue Shigure lifted his blood-soaked sleeve with his other hand with some trembling. A hint of silver appeared in the blood, like a flowing galaxy.

Gin's right hand was holding a part of "Galaxy", and he could even touch Matsue Shigure's fingertips.

Cold, trembling slightly with excitement.

"you……"

Gin raised his eyes and looked at the delight flashing in Matsue Shigure's blue eyes reflecting the firelight, and finally realized his biggest information misunderstanding.

This guy...he never thought about getting out alive!

"It's still not too late for me to defuse the bomb now. It won't matter whether it's a USB flash drive or not by then." Matsue Shigure's smile was very big and crazy, but he didn't realize it. His tone was still calm. "Mr. Unknown Killer, which one do you choose?"

There was a huge rage in Gin's eyes, and his left hand holding the gun almost trembled uncontrollably and he almost pulled the trigger.

But it doesn't work.

One was the order from that gentleman, and the other was that in the wine cellar where bombs and flammable materials were hidden, shooting at Matsue Shigure was tantamount to suicide.

Gin was trapped in a dilemma for the first time in a long time - at the hands of his prey.

He roughly pulled Matsue Shigure up and walked to the bomb that was almost forgotten.

He thought that Matsue Shigure, whose true nature had been completely exposed, would provoke him a few more times, but he saw that the other party seemed to be in a trance, and instantly focused his attention on the bomb, not even giving him the slightest glance.

Songjiang Shigure is not afraid of death, but he is still concerned about the people outside.

The famous twin stars of the explosion group...

Gin discovered that he had never been able to predict Matsue Shigure's thoughts successfully once.

Naturally, unlike the efficiency that Gin had imagined, Matsue Shigure's speed in defusing the bomb could be said to have added a bit of irritability to the already strong anger in his heart.

"Hurry up!"

The blond young man's face was pale, and he bit his lower lip tightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress some emotion, but some of his emotion was still revealed helplessly in the cold sweat on his forehead.

He reached out his free hand several times but failed to find what he wanted among the pile of tools. Instead, the blood on his hand fell into the box.

"Can you do it?" Gin said coldly, "Don't challenge my bottom line!"

Songjiang Shiyu was soaked, his wet golden hair was scattered on his shoulders, swaying with his movements.

He looked at Gin, his cobalt blue eyes were particularly hazy, and he smiled politely, saying lightly: "Just help me get the tool pliers, I'll be fine."

Gin's face was darker than the bottom of a pot, and the coldness in his green eyes was almost unbearable.

But Songjiang Shigure had already extended his hand to him, not only without any fear, but also as calmly as if he was asking for pocket money.

“…”

So, amid the flames, the smell of wine, the collapse, and the heartbeats of the people around him, the silver-haired killer suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and personally handed the bomb disposal tools to the police.

"Snap."

As the detonators were removed, the scattered bombs could not be detonated in the absence of fire. The high-temperature flames from outside were blocked by the heavy refrigerated iron doors, and the continuously evaporating wine inside became a tool for cooling down.

Gin kicked away the scattered explosives and stood up while pulling Matsue Shigure.

"You'd better tell me the location of the USB drive as soon as possible." He said coldly, "I don't want to waste time with you."

"I didn't bring it with me, and I don't remember exactly where I put it."

There was a dull rumbling sound outside.

Gin looked sideways and found that the window he came from was almost submerged by the collapsed rocks above.

He held the gun in his left hand and used his right hand to strangle Songjiang Shigure's neck.

The other person's wrist, which was handcuffed, climbed up along with his movements and dangerously grabbed Gin's thumb in the suspended space. For a moment, it felt like he was strangling himself.

But perhaps because he had just spent a lot of energy on defusing the bomb, Matsue Shigure's action did not cause much resistance to Gin.

"Don't play dumb with me."

"Ahem, I don't remember."

The young man's cobalt blue eyes were exceptionally bright, as if burning with flames. Fine beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the back of Gin's hand.

As Gin's arms gradually tightened, Matsue Shigure's lips began to turn blue, but his facial expression never changed, as if he was born without fear.

Or maybe other emotions are too strong and directly obscure this tiny emotion.

I can only take it back and talk about it later.

Gin had a grim look on his face, but after raising his eyes he couldn't help but his pupils shrink.

Behind Matsue Shigure, a stone slab on the ceiling was shaking and about to fall, and in a moment it hit him on the head.

Without any hesitation, Gin raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The huge stones exploded in all directions amid the violent rotation of the bullets, and the wine vapor that came into contact with the flames instantly burst into sparks, spreading down along the ceiling, and some sparks even shot onto Gin's hair.

He took two steps back in an instant, and while extinguishing the sparks, he also led the person in front of him to move along.

But Gin didn't feel any struggle. The skin under his hand was slippery and cold, and the hand holding his thumb slipped away weakly.

He lowered his head and found that the blue eyes had been closed at some point. He could only see the lower lip that was bitten and bleeding, and a streak of blood meandered down the edge of the lip and fell on his palm.

It's like biting one's tongue to commit suicide.

The silver-haired killer's thoughts almost froze. He paused, veins popping out on his forehead, and the handcuffs made rustling sounds as he moved.

This person cannot die yet, not yet...

He has never been so fierce since he entered the industry!

Gin finally couldn't hold back any more and uttered a curse word. He picked up Matsue Shigure by the waist and finally left through the window before the wine cellar collapsed completely.