[Oh my god, Hagiwara, you are awesome, you can do this? You took the initiative to rush up to be a stand-in, how many minotaurs did the old thief eat recently?]
[I really paid too much for my second year of study...]
[Help, help!! Ling Ling, you have set such a big flag!! Why do I feel that if I say it out loud, it will 100% fail]
[It seems that there is no explanation of when Matsue lost his memory? If we follow this line of thought, then when he was in the organization, he saw Furuya Rei and Morobushi Kagemitsu become full-fledged members who kill without blinking an eye...]
[Oh my god! ! If Songjiang had any memory at that time, he would have been stabbed to death]
[Wuwuwu, don't mention Kagemitsu, Hiro has already turned into an angel and flown away TAT]
[Logically, isn't A's hacking skills very strong? Then he could easily find out the identities of Lingling and Jingguang and help them cover up, but why... And Lingling seems to have always believed that it was A who killed Jingguang]
[As a tool of the organization, A should not be able to investigate anything on his own, right? Otherwise, the organization would not trust him.]
[Help! I forgot about this! If Songjiang is controlled by the organization to attack Jingguang, how will they get along after they recover their memories? ? ]
[Woohoo, woohoo, I can already smell the scent of a knife, this old thief is such a coward! ! ! ]
[Why do I feel like Songjiang is going to be sacrificed even though he's not dead yet (sad)]
[Be brave and remove the feeling]
System: "Ah ↑ ah → How many good sisters do you have~"
Songjiang Shiyu was playing Candy Crush and was so frightened that his hands were shaking. He said in a cold voice, "Tong, is the program messed up?"
System: "Host, I find that you are quite talented."
Matsue Shigure: “?”
System: "How did you use Akabane Subaru's character to write such a wonderful script? The problem is that it all fits."
Songjiang Shigure was confused: "What?"
System: "Well, do you still remember when you were the instructor, you had nothing to do in the middle of the night and talked to Fūya Rei?"
Matsue Shigure: "Remember? I was afraid he would die suddenly because he only slept for two hours a day! So I think the setting of your game is ridiculous. There are so many NPCs during the day, and I can only go out in the middle of the night to find strategies."
System: "You are trying to capture someone for no reason, why do you mention 'I have a friend'?"
"Isn't this just to bring the topic closer? Do you think that guy Furuya Rei will talk to me nicely?"
Matsue Shigure got angry when he thought about it: "I was waiting for him to ask who my friend is, but he just changed the subject."
System: "So who are friends?"
"Me!" Matsue Shigure said bluntly, "Doesn't it mean 'I have a friend' is equal to myself? Isn't that what [Instructor] is like?"
He also accused Furuya Rei: "He doesn't even pick up the gag!"
System: “…Back off.”
Why would it be so stupid as to ask Songjiang Shiyu, who is so stupid?
Matsue Shigure: "??? What are you doing! How dare you!"
The system was numb. It sighed and said, "Anyway, now they are sure that you are the instructor, but they think you don't remember them because you have amnesia."
"And then?" Matsue Shigure was not surprised.
"They're going to stimulate you and bring back your memory."
Matsue Shigure: "And then? Actually, this is not a big problem. If I let it slip one day, it will be considered a medical miracle."
System: "You are quite self-aware... That's not the point! The point is! They intend to use Akabane Subaru to provoke you."
Matsue Shigure: "???"
The system briefly described the outrageous actions discussed by the police academy group.
The blond young man who was playing Candy Crush while lying on the hospital bed opened his mouth slightly, and the phone slipped from his hands and hit him directly on the face.
"Ouch!" Songjiang Shiyu covered his nose, rolled over, and curled himself up in the quilt, tears almost bursting out.
He said in disbelief: "What are they thinking?! Isn't it that just because of my revenge diary, they can develop such a magical association?"
System: "Now it's not a question of whether or not to do it..."
"I understand!" Matsue Shigure said firmly, "I'll just follow Hagiwara Kenji from now on, right?"
If you lose your memory, you won't recover it if you stay away from the source of stimulation, which is equivalent to keeping a distance from Kenji Hagihara!
Perfect!
Matsue Shigure quickly accepted the script arranged by the police academy group and chose to continue being an ostrich.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to try, it’s mainly because there are too many people. Even Aquaman can’t deal with more than ten old acquaintances in one go, right?
If he "restores" the memory of the "instructor", Haibara Ai and others might want him to restore the memory of the "hacker". Then, Matsue Shigure will have to face...
Thinking of the Shura scene with that pot of porridge, Songjiang Shigure felt that he was not good enough.
System: “…”
It just watched quietly. At that time, Matsue Shigure avoided Hagiwara Kenji, but later discovered the brilliance of Akai Shuichi and Furuya Rei.
Great, a VIP seat for eating melons.
***
Songjiang Shigure was hit by a mobile phone and turned around dizzy, decisively changing the Candy Crush Saga.
He threw his phone aside, sat up, and took the bag from the low cabinet next to him.
"Let me see what other fruits those little ones have offered me!"
Matsue Shigure rummaged through the bag and opened the beautifully packaged box. In addition to the oranges, there was also an egg-sized model inside.
"Orange bomb..." He read the label on it, "Bulletproof drill souvenir, life-size mini-bomb?"
Matsue Shigure was shocked: "Is the bomber in Beika Town dangerous enough to warrant a special drill to prevent it?"
System: "Normal. Every person in this world is a chemical genius."
Songjiang Shiyu shed tears silently. He found that he was dragging down the per capita level. He felt sorry for the people and the country...
"Don't pretend, it's just a phone that hit you." The system was tired, "But this model is well made."
Songjiang Shigure responded and took it over to play with it.
If he uses the [Instructor] card, with his inherent skills, it would only take him a few minutes to dismantle the model. But once he uses the [Reporter] card...
The system said sarcastically: "You are such a noob, no way, no way, no way, I have to cut the card before I can open it, right?"
Songjiang Shiyu was so embarrassed that he became angry: "What do you care?"
*****
After searching for quite a while, Jinpei Matsuda finally found the two people on the rooftop.
At this time, Hagiwara Kenji and Furuya Rei had almost finished their conversation, and both had heavy expressions.
"It looks like you guys have made it clear." Matsuda Jinpei wiped the sweat off his head and took a deep breath. "Zero, I'll leave the rest to you. Is that ok?"
Fūya Ling rubbed his brows and said, "The main thing is to find the USB drive first."
Matsue Shigure has been missing for seven years, and it is hard for Furutani Rei not to associate it with the organization. However, the organization has become increasingly powerful in recent years, and the water underneath is too deep. Any rash action on his part is likely to attract investigation from others.
Especially gin...
Rei Fukitani felt his head grow bigger when he thought about the way Gin twirled Matsue Shigure's hair in a meaningful way at the factory late that night.
Not to mention that a "Youl" has returned from Northern Europe, and we will have to mobilize a large number of people to find undercover agents in the near future.
"I will investigate with the Public Security Bureau first." He simply changed the subject and turned to look at Matsuda Jinpei, "Why did you come here just now?"
Matsuda Jinpei's expression became a little gloomy. He looked at Furuya Rei, his dark eyes covered with a shadow. "You were the one who took Matsue to the hospital yesterday. What's his condition now?"
Furuya Rei paused and narrowed his eyes for a moment: "What did you find down there?"
"He didn't take a nap." Jinpei Matsuda clenched his fists as he recalled what he had seen. "He just didn't want us to see..."
The blond young man stopped smiling after the door closed. He couldn't help burying himself in the quilt without making even a single moan.
Even though there was clearly no one around, he still forced himself to remain silent, as if he was used to keeping silent.
"I saw that he was about to tear the quilt." Matsuda Jinpei raised his head and took a deep breath, "It's been like this since we first met..."
It had not been long since Matsue Junya appeared, and they had already met twice in the hospital, and he often heard Enomoto Azusa complain about his minor ailments.
Even after confirming the truth, it was difficult for Jinpei Matsuda to connect him with the instructor who had beaten him before.
Where was he during the seven years he disappeared?
The two people who were listening to his story were stunned where they were.
Furukaya Rei recalled how yesterday, his family member and the young man who was dizzy from the fever were scolded by the doctor.
"Don't you know about your body's allergies?"
The doctor was clearly furious at the patient who didn't care about his own body: "If I really believed your claim of 'no allergy symptoms', you would be in the morgue by now!"
The scolded Song Jiangxun looked like a big golden retriever who was waiting to be punished for destroying the house. Even his aho-hair was drooping. He only dared to stare at the ground and kept mumbling "I'm sorry".
Fūya Rei was being scolded as well, but he felt a little chill in his heart.
It is obvious that Songjiang Xunye's poor health was not caused in a short period of time, but how did he know now that he was allergic to the drug?
So what happened before that? Did he just rely on his own strength? What did the Security Bureau think of him?
After the doctor finished scolding him, Song Jiangxun scratched his head and asked him, "Anyway, I can live for at least another year, right?"
The doctor, who was already old, was almost so angry at his words that his blood pressure went up: "If you don't get some rest now, you may not know if the sun will shine tomorrow!"
A certain golden retriever was dejectedly driven to the bed to rest, leaving Shimotani Rei in the room waiting for the doctor's final reply.
"Who are you to him?" The doctor pushed up his glasses and looked at their similar hair color. "Family?"
Furiya Ling opened his mouth, held back his colleague's words, and nodded: "Yes, they are family."
“You don’t care about your patients at all!”
The doctor couldn't help but think, "It's fine if he doesn't care about his health, but why don't you care about it? What do you do?"
This hospital is a private hospital registered with the public security department, and anyone who goes out is required to keep their mouth shut.
Fūya Ling lowered his eyes and told the truth: "Police."
The doctor suddenly lost his temper. He sighed and said, "No wonder... Did I scold him too harshly just now?"
"You deserve to be scolded." Fūya Ling folded his hands and looked at the doctor with purple-gray eyes, "Just tell me directly."
Then, Furiya Rei saw the doctor take out all the physical examination forms. The various up and down arrows on them were enough to show how disordered Matsue Shunye's body mechanism was.
He listened to the doctor talk about a lot of professional terms, and finally expressed his great concern about Song Jiangxun's physical condition, which was full of problems.
"But after saying so much, a large part of the reason can actually be attributed to one point." The doctor said, "He was seriously injured and did not receive timely treatment, so his immune system was damaged."
Fūya Ling opened his mouth and said in a somewhat awkward tone: "Then how should it be treated?"
"Take good care of yourself, go to bed early and get up early, eat healthy, and at least have a good attitude." The doctor tapped the paper on the table and avoided Furuya Rei's gaze. "At least the sentence - whether you can live for a year, is not a good state."
It was as if Song Jiangxun only measured the length of his life as one year.
…
"He has a lot of old injuries, so he can't do strenuous exercise, and...can't rely on painkillers."
Fūya Rei knew the result, but seeing Matsue Xun waving at him with a bright smile, he could only pretend that he knew nothing.
The instructor who had beaten him on the grass...
*****
The three of them walked downstairs in silence. When they passed by Matsue Xunye's ward, they secretly took a look inside through the small window.
The blond young man sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, fiddling with the small model of the bomb that was jointly promoted by the Explosives Unit and the fruit shop.
They just encourage the public to be aware of the dangers and actively report them to the police. The model is not complicated to manufacture and anyone who has a certain understanding of bomb disposal techniques can disassemble it.
The blond young man had slender fingers, but he was extremely clumsy when fiddling with the model. The model turned a circle on his fingertips and fell onto the pale quilt again.
He lowered his head and looked at the model. His slightly long blond hair blocked his view. He reached out to push it away, revealing slightly red eye sockets. His cobalt blue eyes blinked, and there was a hint of moisture on his eyelashes.
He picked up the model again, but when his hands touched the surface, he suddenly collapsed and bent down, buried himself in the quilt again, and hammered the edge of the bed in anger.
He held the warm orange bomb model tightly in his palm, and finally it rolled powerlessly to the ground along with the sheets.
Why can't I figure it out...
Obviously, time is running out...