This was not the first time that Matsue Shigure had a fever in the game, but his previous ID cards had always been in good condition, so he never cared about such minor problems.

I didn't expect that with the [Weak Body] debuff, he could burn so fiercely, without giving me any time to react.

It’s like... some souls are really leaving the body and floating straight out of the game?

System: "Dog host! Dog host, wake up! You might actually be dead now!"

Songjiang Shigure replied weakly in his mind: "Not bad, not bad, everything, do you usually feel this way?"

System: "I feel like shit. I am a silicon-based creature that exists in Schrödinger's way... Stand up straight now, don't let Akai Shuichi see any problem."

Songjiang Shigure was dying: "I can't stand up... Wuwu, I want to log off, I want to eat delicious food, I want to play other games!!"

System: "Hold on, victory is just around the corner!"

Being ill makes people weak, and Songjiang Shigure completely shut himself off.

From the shock of being trapped in the game at the beginning, to barely holding on with the help of the system, to the last level that I thought I could just cheat through, a bunch of old acquaintances with memories popped up again...

Matsue Shigure felt that he had it too hard. He groaned, "After the second round, I had the opportunity to run away and quit, so why did I want to complete it perfectly?!"

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became: "The game announcement clearly said there might be a bug, and they asked me twice whether I wanted to continue, and I clicked YES both times!"

The system choked and comforted him: "It's good to have a beginning and an end."

Matsue Shigure was extremely upset. He complained, "Aren't the bugs in most games just model jams or plot errors? The bugs in your game are simply scams!"

He completed the first two rounds in one go. Looking at the 80% experience value, Songjiang Shigure naturally thought, since he was here, he might as well finish it first.

As a result, when he clicked to continue the game, a game notice suddenly popped up, saying that there might be a bug and the programmer was urgently fixing it, asking him if he wanted to continue...

Matsue Shigure thought, since there was a bug that could be continued, it must not be a big problem!

then……

"Wuwuwu, it's so cold, I want to go home!"

Songjiang Shiyu was hurt in his heart, and dazedly hugged the only source of warmth he could feel at the moment.

The system looked at him clambering over Akai Shuichi and silently covered its eyes made of data.

It's too shameful to watch.

******

Shuichi Akai also quickly walked into the living room holding Matsue Xun, and hesitated whether to adjust the disguise mask first or to comfort the guy who was already feverish and disoriented.

I hesitated only for a moment.

Because Shuichi Akai found that he couldn't pull the sticky plaster off all at once.

In just such a short distance, Songjiang Xunye's hands had already touched the back of his neck, and rudely put them into the collar of his turtleneck sweater, trying to touch his warm skin.

Although Akai Shuichi held down his left arm in advance, his restless right hand was still arching vigorously.

The FBI ace agent, who seldom gets so close to others, took great pains to control his instinct and not just throw the person out.

Songjiang Xunye's hands were much colder than his skin. It was just that the high fever caused the hypothalamus to have a false sense of temperature, which caused it to be hot and cold at times.

"Be a little bit good, I'll get you some medicine to lower your temperature."

Akai Shuichi sighed and lowered his voice to coax her, with a sense of experience.

He hadn't seen Songjiang Xunye for a long time. He didn't expect that the young man with a fever would be so clingy. Last time...

He frowned, realizing that by comparison, things were better now.

It is better not to have something like what happened in the past happen again.

“Crack!”

Just as he was distracted, Shuichi Akai felt his neck loosen, and the voice changer that was buckled around his neck was pulled off and hung on his sweater, and the already loose disguise was also half-fallen off with it.

The dazed young man opened his eyes and saw the half face skin he was holding in his hand. He immediately let out a short gasp and his face turned even paler with fright.

"There's a ghost!"

"I'm not—"

The young man's palm slapped onto Shuichi Akai's cheek. Although he didn't use much force, he still managed to remove the other half of his disguise.

"Matsue-kun..."

Akai Shuichi only felt a chill on his face. He just shouted twice and found that Songjiang Xun also breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes again.

Seemingly seeing that his face had returned to its original appearance, Song Jiangxun felt more at ease and grabbed his hair, ruffling it like a koala, and even rubbed it against his chest.

Shuichi Akai felt numbly as the wig that the young man was holding slipped down a little bit. He thought that his disguise would be stripped off soon.

So, are you so agitated just because you want to see his true appearance?

Could it be that two years ago, Songjiang Xunye was conscious at that time?

The FBI agent, who hadn't been so ferocious in a long time, frowned and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​forcibly dragging the patient down.

Shuichi Akai put one hand around Matsue Shunya's waist, letting him hold him, and went to the bathroom to run cold water, intending to cool down physically.

******

This was not the first time Shuichi Akai met Shunya Matsue.

Two years ago, while on a mission, he picked up a blond young man who was washed onto the beach by the waves.

By then he had already defected from the organization and returned to the FBI. After an unsuccessful confrontation with Bermode in the United States, he obtained another piece of information about the organization.

——The Black Organization has reached a cooperation with the terrorist forces of a certain country and plans to assassinate the visiting foreign leader in Japan.

Shuichi Akai followed the clues back to Tokyo, but learned that the Public Security Bureau had already received the intelligence and had made a plan to use the ferry party to catch all the members of the organization involved in the action, including Gin.

He was not aware of the specific process due to the strict security of the public security, but on the last day, Akai Shuichi was observing the situation on the coast and found Matsue Shunya lying on the beach with injuries all over his body in a remote place.

The blond young man was shot in the chest, and his blood dyed the sand beneath him dark red, which then spread out with the washing of the waves.

The clothes he was wearing had been torn to shreds, revealing a crisscross of new and old wounds underneath. His entire body was freezing cold, and even his breathing was barely audible, as if he would die in the next second.

When Shuichi Akai thought that everything was over, Shunya Matsue's fingers stubbornly hooked on the corner of his clothes, as if telling him his determination to survive at all costs.

So he called the emergency number, sent the person to the hospital, and used forged ID to become Matsue Shunye's...family member.

Or rather——Matsue Shigure’s family.

When the ambulance bed carrying Matsue Shunya was hurried to the emergency room, Akai Shuichi was running beside him and was grabbed by a brown-haired woman who was walking towards them.

The man looked at Songjiang Xunye who was pushed away with some disbelief, his words were a little confused: "Well, I'm sorry, I just want to ask, are you his family member? The one on the hospital bed..."

Shuichi Akai politely interrupted her at the time: "Sorry, who are you?"

"My name is Chisu Hagiwara, and I'm a traffic police officer." The brown-haired woman took out her ID and said very quickly, "Sorry, I just want to ask, that guy on the bed just now... um, he looks a bit like my former police academy classmate!"

Akai Shuichi narrowed his eyes and flashed his fake public security ID in front of her: "I am his family member, what can I do for you?"

"I see."

Seeing his calm and alert attitude, Chisu Hagiwara quickly thought of the secret missions that were common among the police.

She took a deep breath and calmed down. "It's just that I couldn't find his whereabouts in these years. I was a little worried. Now that I know, I'll leave everything to you."

Akai Shuichi: "Are you so sure it's him?"

Hagiwara Chisaku smiled and said, "Where in the world are there people who look so similar? Not to mention they're both so good-looking."

"You are his family... and also a comrade-in-arms, right? That's great." Hagiwara Chisuku looked at Akai Shuichi's bloody and wolf-like appearance with a complicated look in his eyes.

She sighed softly: "Songjiang is finally no longer alone..."

Hagiwara Chisawa was sincerely happy that he was able to come out of the shadow of the past.

***

Therefore, during the days when Matsue Shunya was in a coma and was being rescued, Akai Shuichi went to check what Hagiwara Chisu said.

He saw the high-spirited young man in the police academy, and the name marked there was - Matsue Shigure.

"He must be a Japanese public security officer who changed his name."

Judy Stelling, who is also an FBI subordinate, speculated: "Maybe he fell into the sea accidentally while fighting the organization on the ship."

"Xiu, do you want to return him to the police?"

Akai Shuichi stroked the information and said calmly: "Save him first and see if we can get something out of him. The confrontation between the Japanese public security and the organization is very serious this time, so they probably can't pay attention to this for the time being."

****

However, a month later, Matsue Shunya woke up, but Akai Shuichi didn't ask anything.

The bullet narrowly missed his heart, and his blood pressure was extremely low during the rescue. Shuichi Akai signed the critical illness notice six times.

When the doctors were almost exhausted, they managed to save Matsue Shunye's life from the clutches of death.

The young man lying on the hospital bed still had a pale face. One month was not enough to heal his injuries. As the anesthetic wore off, the severe pain would accompany him for a long time.

But Song Jiangxun never groaned out loud. Even when he couldn't sleep because of the pain, he was still as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

He squinted his eyes, his dense eyelashes were soaked with cold sweat, and all that could be seen was a deep, dull blue at the bottom of his eyes.

Unlike his strong desire to survive when he was unconscious, Song Jiangxun felt cold, stiff and dead when he woke up.

No matter what Shuichi Akai said, even when he brought up the public security and the organization, he did not get any response from Shunya Matsue.

Those cobalt blue eyes that were often half asleep and half awake suppressed all emotions. Even the best negotiators or psychologists could not read any of his thoughts from them.

Some experts even approached Shuichi Akai with a look of despair on their faces: "Is he really a living person? Is he really alive? I can't feel any emotions from him, he's like a machine..."

Shuichi Akai could only remain silent about this. After comforting the expert who was beginning to doubt his life, he leaned against the window and smoked silently.

He had never seen anyone in such a state before. It was as if their personal will had been completely annihilated and even their humanity had been lost.

But from the information he could find out so far, Matsue Shigure was indeed an excellent and qualified police officer.

So what did the Public Security Bureau ask Chisawa to do during those years when Hagiwara Chisawa disappeared?

Shuichi Akai did not consider the possibility of the organization because his intelligence network had never mentioned an organization member with this appearance.

So what happened on that ship before he fell into a coma?

Judy Stelyn found Shuichi Akai and said, "Should we send him back? The police have been investigating very closely recently and may have to close the border in a while. Shuichi, we can't stay here any longer."

Akai Shuichi asked her: "What kind of people do you think the Japanese public security officers are?"

Judy Starling was silent for a while, then said, "It's no different from us."

Brutal and unscrupulous, he is a policeman and yet not a policeman.

Akai Shuichi held a cigarette between his teeth and said, "Let's wait and see, at least until he gets better. As for other matters, just contact me anytime."

Just based on the word "family", he wouldn't be so heartless as to throw a half-dead person back to the police.

So he stayed in Japan until late autumn.

Matsue Shunya was discharged from the hospital two months later and was left in an FBI safe house to live with Akai Shuichi.

He still looked lifeless, neither speaking nor moving. As long as no one was paying attention to him, he would maintain the same posture all day long and would not even express his hunger.

It's a bit like what Eastern metaphysics calls the loss of the soul.

During that period, the police were on high alert and began to tighten up everywhere. The FBI's actions were restricted, which actually left them with more spare time.

It can be said that Shuichi Akai started from scratch with clumsy hands and learned a series of operations such as feeding and bathing people.

He even got into the habit of handling his work in the room in front of this large "life-size doll", muttering to himself from time to time to see if he could provoke any special reaction.

Until one night, when Akai Shuichi turned off the lights and went to sleep, he heard Matsue Shunya's very low and hoarse voice in the silence.

"Error, error... destroy, destroy error..." he repeated, "Restart failed..."

Like a broken machine.

Akai Shuichi's heart shuddered, and an indescribable emotion spread upward, even the rhythm of his breathing was disrupted for a moment.

He couldn't help but put his hands in front of the blond young man's face. With his palms he could vaguely feel his slightly trembling eyelashes and shallow breathing.

He is alive.

"Go to sleep." Akai Shuichi lowered his voice, as if he was coaxing a child, "You will get better little by little."

Just like the last cool rain in autumn, providing next year's seeds with capital to survive the winter, as his voice fell, everything returned to silence.

Shuichi Akai felt his palms slightly itchy, and his long and dense eyelashes trembled under his hands, bringing out a little bit of moisture.