"You don't even listen to your instructor now?"
Songjiang Xunye's hoarse voice was not very loud, but at this moment it seemed to stir up thousands of huge waves.
Toru Amuro was nailed to the spot.
His lips trembled, unable to utter a word. His purple-gray eyes widened, making his already ageless baby face look even younger.
It's like going back seven years.
The young instructor, who was not much older than him, stood in front of him with a serious and indifferent look, and gently helped him pick the cherry blossoms that had fallen from his shoulders.
"Stop being so reckless, listen."
...Of course they didn't listen.
These two words summarize in a nonchalant and nonjudgmental manner the countless scenes that have happened in the past, are happening now, and will probably happen again in the future.
Toru Amuro felt the cool palm that was loosely holding his, and was infected by the hot temperature transmitted from his palm.
He closed his eyes slightly.
"Instructor...I'm listening."
Song Jiangxun also took back the hand that was on his head, coughed softly a few times, and said with a lower tone: "It will be fine after a while."
From his calm tone, it's easy to tell that he doesn't take his health seriously.
Toru Amuro opened his eyes, ground up the blame bit by bit, and swallowed it back into his stomach.
He could scold the carefree Songjiang Xunye directly, but he couldn't even refute a single word to Songjiang Shigure who had recovered his memory.
He met Matsue Shunya's eyes.
Because of the blurred vision, even when he was very close, the mist in Songjiang Xunye's eyes could not be dispelled. His slightly dilated pupils tried to focus on his face to prove the "truthfulness of his words", but obviously failed.
The long, dense eyelashes fluttered uneasily, casting a faint shadow under the eyes.
Toru Amuro did not answer, but just held Bingliang's hand tighter.
****
The three people standing by fell into a long silence.
Conan Edogawa opened his mouth slightly, scanning the two people's faces. He never expected that the situation would be reversed in such a short time.
Amuro Toru, who is usually the toughest and most serious, was knocked out with one blow by the cold-hearted Matsue Shunya.
"Instructor?" He muttered the word in horror, his entire logic going into a state of suspension, "How could Brother Songjiang... This is unscientific...!"
Not to mention that Matsue Xun looked a little younger than Amuro Toru, Amuro Toru's previous cautious and prolonged probing alone was enough to show that the two were not familiar with each other.
But how come we suddenly recognized each other now? ?
Next to him, Haibara Ai's face was as pale as if it was painted white. She subconsciously grabbed the hem of the clothes of Akai Shuichi, who had just walked over to her, with a confused look in her eyes.
Shuichi Akai paused, squatted down, and put his arms around the shoulders of the two little ones.
He said softly, "Matsue was indeed Amuro-kun's instructor during his time at the police academy."
"Police school..." Huihara Ai murmured repeatedly, "Police?"
Before Songjiang Xunye - was he a policeman before?
"Then why didn't they know each other before?" Conan Edogawa asked anxiously, "Is it because Songjiang brother is now a public security officer and is not in the same department as Amuro brother? This doesn't make sense... Amuro brother had clearly tried to test him before."
"This is a long story." Akai Shuichi patted Huihara Ai's shoulder, "I think I heard the sound of a police car. Let's talk about it when we get back."
Haibara Ai stood there, and she seemed to be unable to hear Conan Edogawa's questions and the sirens all of a sudden.
If she knew that Songjiang Xun was now a public security officer, Haibara Ai could still understand that the public security officers valued A's skills and recruited him, but if she pushed it further -
She couldn't help feeling dizzy.
"Matsujiang wasn't called this name before. If you are curious, you can search for Songjiang Shigure."
"...He is a police officer worthy of admiration."
*****
Although he couldn't see clearly, Songjiang Shigure could feel that the golden retriever in front of him, who usually looked gentle but was actually full of anger, suddenly calmed down.
He tried hard to hold the corners of his mouth together to make himself look gentle yet serious, just like an instructor.
It was just that Toru Amuro was so excited that he wanted to pull his hand off, but he couldn't bear it.
Thinking of a certain lifesaver, Matsue Shigure coughed twice and asked, "Amuro...Where is Mr. Okiya's coat?"
"This piece of clothing I'm wearing shouldn't be his, right?" Songjiang Shigure could feel that the material was different as soon as he touched it.
Amuro Toru let out an "ah", glanced at the coat he had just kicked into the dirt, and smiled slightly: "I just put it aside after it got dirty."
"Help me get it."
Songjiang Shiyu thought that he should thank the other person seriously.
Toru Amuro: "...Okay."
The blond-haired, dark-skinned young man was forced to let go.
He walked to the side, bent down, picked up the coat that he had just kicked aside, and patted the dirt off it in frustration.
Toru Amuro handed his coat to Shunya Matsue, who then looked around briefly and walked slowly towards Shuichi Akai's position.
***
Matsue Shigure struggled to pick out the bright red one representing Akai Shuichi from a pile of large and small colored blocks, and she felt like her eyes were almost dizzy.
I turned around and saw that the progress bar was only 10%!
Matsue Shigure was almost tripped by a stone under his feet while complaining in his heart, but fortunately he reacted quickly and stabilized his movements, and successfully walked in front of Akai Shuichi.
Before he could say anything, Shuichi Akai took the coat on his own initiative.
Songjiang Shigure couldn't see his expression clearly, so he could only continue talking to himself.
"Well, I still have to say thank you again. If you didn't get there in time, the consequences would be disastrous."
Matsue Shigure racked his brains and made up a story: "And... I'm sorry that you misunderstood me. Amuro was just too worried about me getting into trouble."
"There is no misunderstanding." Akai Shuichi's voice is low and calm. "But you still have an injury on your arm. You should be more careful in your daily life."
Songjiang Shiyu then remembered that his hand was injured, and he said casually: "I'm fine."
This is actually not the point. What Matsue Shigure wanted to say mainly was about the data he had already found out. He was kidnapped too hastily and didn't know what was going on with the computer.
But this kind of thing should be confidential and cannot be told to anyone.
The player stared at the large red block in front of him with a serious expression.
It’s over... How is he going to find Shuichi Akai’s head and whisper to him?
System: “Do you touch it?”
Matsue Shigure: "How disgraceful it is to do this in front of the children!"
The system said "Oh~" and said, "Does this mean I can touch it without being in front of the child?"
Matsue Shigure: "??? Can't you just say it directly if there's no one around?"
Just when the player was struggling with the choice between working for nothing or ending up socially dead, he heard the man in front of him sigh and take a step forward.
The next moment, Matsue Shigure felt himself being hugged lightly.
Akai Shuichi's voice rang in my ears, a gentle version of Okiya Subaru's: "Is there anything you want to say?"
Matsue Shigure: “!” As expected of the FBI who is an expert at reading people’s expressions!
Songjiang Shiyu smiled happily: "System, did you see that?! There's no need for me to touch it at all!"
System: “Tsk.” It’s too shameful to watch.
****
The blond young man straightened his back and walked the few short steps with a solemnity as if he was carrying out a mission, but his blurred vision still became a big hindrance.
Amuro Toru watched intently as Matsue Xun was also tripped by a rock and his body swayed. Although he quickly adjusted himself, the suspended action that he subconsciously wanted to hold on to still made him feel uneasy.
Judging from what Songjiang Xunye said, this sudden blurred vision is obviously not the first time, and the accompanying hemoptysis is also common, but no matter which one it is, it has seriously affected his life.
But he himself didn't care at all, and even looked at it with a numb attitude.
"It will be fine after a while."
"It's okay."
But how can it be alright...If it goes on like this, even living alone will be difficult, right?
Amuro Toru remembered the burden on his shoulders. He couldn't take further care of Matsue Shunye, and his identity as Bourbon couldn't be exposed.
I have to inform Matsuda and the others right away...
As Toru Amuro was thinking, he saw Shuichi Akai naturally take the coat that Shunye Matsue handed over, then suddenly bent down and gave him a hug.
The open olive green eyes raised slightly and glanced towards him.
“Rip!”
The blood-stained handkerchief was nearly torn to pieces, and Amuro Toru thought expressionlessly that maybe it was time to ask Kenji how far along he was with his plan.
[Fuck, my mood suddenly went on a roller coaster ride. Every time I see Songjiang’s plot, I feel like a fool crying and laughing all the time]
[Ahhh! Instructor! A living instructor! A cold, abstinent, but weak instructor! (Pants flying)]
[Because I can’t see clearly, I need someone to accompany me. I don’t know who did it when I was touched. Hehehe (unconscious)]
[Why do I feel like I heard a group of monkeys calling? Something is wrong. Let me listen again.]
[You went straight from life and death to the battle for Shura's favor, you are worthy of being a socialite!]
[Touzi is really being controlled by the instructor. She just does what the instructor says. She is like a golden retriever with a hallucination.]
[Akai is so observant! ! He knew the instructor might have something to say, but he couldn't find the right direction, so he took the initiative to hug me. I was so happy]
[It’s so funny, he even found time to tease Touzi, what kind of Zhen O Chuan is this (tactical retreat)]
[So how much does the instructor still remember? From the fact that he is called Ai-chan Huihara, it can be seen that he should remember recent events, but the fragments of memory about A should have been erased.]
[Xunye’s memories should still be there, but maybe I can’t put myself into them emotionally]
[I feel so sorry for Ai-chan. The link she had established with Songjiang with great difficulty has been broken again.]
[But what would be even more terrifying is for Songjiang to remember everything...]
***
"……computer."
The blond young man frowned slightly, seeming to be a little uncomfortable with the sudden approach.
He did not try to push Akai Shuichi away. Instead, he put his arms around his shoulders somewhat awkwardly, leaned close to his ear, and said a word hesitantly.
Warm breath came from his ears, and Akai Shuichi quickly understood what he meant. He said "I understand", and took the initiative to let go of the brief hug.
The young man who had reconstructed his memory seemed particularly cold at this moment, and his police temperament became prominent. He took a step back slightly and moved his gaze downwards a little.
Haibara Ai's heart was beating like thunder. She raised her eyes hesitantly to meet those distracted blue eyes, but she had the illusion that she was about to be judged.
After meeting Songjiang Xunye, she thought countless times, what would she do if he forgot the memory of their reunion, or forgot even more?
But in fact, when everything happened, Huihara Ai found at a loss that she could do nothing.
Songjiang Xunya...I forgot her again.
Besides, he was a policeman, so what she had done to him...
The brown-haired girl couldn't help biting her lower lip.
The blond young man squatted on the ground slowly, stretched out his hand and groped her shoulder.
The cold fingers finally stopped on both sides of her cheeks, and Huibara Ai felt her cheeks suddenly being pulled up gently.
The girl's expression froze for a moment, as if she was about to cry but couldn't, like a little squirrel caught stealing food from a granary.
"Smile, young lady." A faint smile appeared on his cold face, "Everything will be fine."
Huibara Ai reached out and tightly grasped his cold, wet sleeve.
"Everything...including you?"
Song Jiangxun also paused. He tilted his head, coughed lightly a few times, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Of course."
***
Finally, the police cars and ambulances arrived at the same time. When Officer Megure saw the scene full of familiar faces, he felt a blackout before his eyes.
Songjiang Shiyu was physically disabled but mentally strong. Even though he couldn't see clearly, he still coaxed people over one by one. It was a rain and dew that was equally distributed.
Finally, I stood next to Toru Amuro as an instructor and talked about the past.
The big golden retriever who usually despised him for being clumsy was now very well-behaved and pulled his arm like a child.
Matsue Shigure: "Oh my, I'm really smart. Now Toru Amuro's attention must be on me. I can still get away with it with Shirley helping to hide the A part!"
The system said quietly, "It will be brilliant with some sunlight. Don't mistake Amuro Toru for the Furuya Rei from seven years ago. This guy is not that simple now."
Matsue Shigure: "I can't control these guys——"
“Ahem, ahem… stop…!”
"No! Cough cough cough!"
"Oh, sir, you are vomiting blood, please don't be afraid to see a doctor!"
"Songjiang, the ambulance is here, you should go get checked out, be obedient."
The well-behaved student used the softest tone and said the most terrifying words, and handed him directly to the burly doctors.
Until he was lying on the portable ambulance bed, Matsue Shigure had no idea how he was "kidnapped" into the ambulance.
The system sneered: "Do you really think that Furiya Rei is relying on you by holding your arm?"
"He's afraid you'll run away!"
****
An accident had just happened in the previous hospital, so this time the ambulance was connected to a private hospital with very good security. The doctors handled the matter impartially and stopped the few people who did not have accompanying documents at the door.
"You must prove that you are related to the patient before you can enter!" the doctor said seriously, "If you don't have it, you must wait for a certificate from the police..."
Conan Edogawa sighed with a headache: "If I had known earlier, I would have brought Officer Takagi along as well..."
Before he finished speaking, the two adults standing beside him spoke at the same time.
"I have."
"I have."
Edogawa Conan: “?”
He raised his head and looked at Akai Shuichi and Amuro Toru in disbelief.
They both took out their wallets from their pockets and took out their driver's licenses.
The doctor took the two driving licenses and his expression became strange for a moment.
"Mr. Matsue Subaru?"
Akai Hide nodded without changing his expression.
As early as two years ago, he had forged an ID to help Song Jiangxun with the hospitalization procedures. After this reunion, he went to get another one.
They are all pseudonyms anyway, so it doesn’t matter how many you change, as long as they are useful.
"Mr. Matsue Toru?"
Amuro Toru responded somewhat stiffly.
This was a fake identity he had applied for after talking to the doctor last time, in order to better understand Matsue Xunye's physical condition.
It's just a pseudonym anyway, more documents mean more options.
But why does Akai Shuichi have such a thing? ! And he even uses such a pseudonym!
"Are you both brothers of Mr. Matsue Shunye?"
The doctor looked at their eye and hair colors in disbelief.
"Oh, yes."
The pink-haired man and the blond-haired man looked at each other and saw the murderous intent in each other's eyes.
Shuichi Akai didn't expect that Amuro Toru, who was making slow progress, would act so decisively. He found out that Matsue Shunya had only been in office for a short time and even had his ID arranged.
Conan Edogawa, who was standing aside, showed an expression of disbelief. He couldn't help but go to find the only silent Haibara Ai, trying to get together with her for warmth.
"Habara...what's going on between the two of them?"
The brown-haired girl sneered and crossed her arms: "You are just dreaming!"
Song Jiangxun even forgot about A and was able to get close to her subconsciously. Do these two men really think they can get closer to her by using a pseudonym?
Edogawa Conan: "..."
The young detective wiped his face, feeling that he was being excluded.
Why does everyone know about Songjiang's past, but he knows nothing?
Akai Shuichi chuckled: "Yes, my two unpromising brothers are causing you trouble."
Amuro smiled with a fake smile: "My eyesight is not very good, I have to squint when I walk. Doctor, please give me the bill, I will pay it."
"Then I'll trouble you...brother." Akai Shuichi stopped his hand in mid-air.
"Brother's eyesight is not good, you should sit down and have a rest."
"hehe."
"Oh."
The doctor holding the two driver's licenses looked left and right at the two men who were said to be brothers, and inexplicably felt a little cold.
I don’t know what kind of mixed feelings the person sandwiched between them is leading.
"By the way, can we go in after paying the fee?" asked Toru Amuro, holding the payment slip.
The doctor nodded and pointed them to a location: "Go straight from here, turn around, and you'll find Clinic Room 306, which is the large room with frosted glass."
Some people's movements were a little faster.
[Help! Hahaha! Click to see the arrogant instructor break down online and be dragged away by the doctor who rushes over. It's tragic and funny]
[awsl’s mind is full of the instructor’s “don’t” and “don’t”, and he is so sleepy (wiping his saliva)]
[Toruko does it beautifully! ]
[Hahaha, I am dying of laughter, Subaru Matsue, Toru Matsue, what kind of naming genius are you guys! !]
[Good guy, three Songjiangs are alive at once, Rua them one by one]
[Ai is so cute when she looks calm like a queen 555]
[Come to think of it, in Japan there are more than just brothers with the same last name (dog head) Did Akai and Toruko just get married so spontaneously?]
[Aaaaah! I'm so worried about Songjiang's test results qaq]
[Since I'm already lying down, I shouldn't be able to stack debuffs anymore, right? Anyway, knowing that Songjiang is still alive, I can just muddle through.]
[A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, there will definitely be a big knife rushing towards me in the future (crying)]
***
Matsue Shigure, who had inexplicably gained two brothers, was now shivering under the consultation of a group of experts and was indeed feeling very cold.
According to the extent of his vomiting blood when he got on the car, he should be on the way to the emergency room at this moment, but when Matsue Shigure calmed down, his symptoms immediately eased.
The instrument detected that the index had returned to normal, so there was no need for rescue.
So, after discussing, several doctors took their medical records and began to surround Matsue Shigure and ask him about his condition while waiting for the test results.
How did someone know how to make up these "empty" illnesses? He can only be vague and try to get away with it.
"I'll recover after a while... ahem, I'm really fine."
"No need to be hospitalized, really."
But since there were no detectable symptoms such as vomiting blood and blurred vision, his attempt to get away with it was regarded as a statement of desperation.
"We are not well-trained enough. We may need to contact the neurology department again..."
Several older doctors couldn't help but wipe the tears from their eyes, and then said to him earnestly: "Mr. Songjiang, you are still young, don't give up treatment."
"Ahem, I really didn't."
Songjiang Shiyu looked at the bunch of flashing colors in front of him and felt very restless.
These symptoms are caused by a bug and will disappear naturally after a while. If the hospital records this, it may become the official setting of Stone Hammer's comics in the future.
He doesn't really want to just cough a lot every day!
A prerequisite must be added!
Matsue Shigure couldn't help but blink, to ease the dry feeling caused by the stimulation of multiple colors, but on the surface he still maintained the character of "instructor", with a calm and rational look.
"Since no problem can be found, can you please not include these specific symptoms in the report?"
He discussed with the doctor seriously: "Ahem... After all, we can't find the cause of the disease. It will also affect your hospital, right?"
The doctor hesitated immediately: "This..."
"I have experience and I will recover after a while," he emphasized again.
The blond young man sat upright, his eyes unfocused and hidden by his slightly drooped eyelashes, revealing no emotion at all.
He still coughed from time to time, and even drinking water couldn't save his hoarse voice, which made people feel particularly sad.
"I don't want others to worry about this anymore." The young man's light words echoed in the room, "They... are all very busy. They shouldn't worry about me every day."
"If it really doesn't work..." He frowned, and his dense eyelashes fluttered twice, as if he was thinking about how to weigh the pros and cons. "Just give me some painkillers."
Indeed, the doctors learned from previous records that Song Jiangxun had just been hospitalized due to fever.
The damage caused to the immune system is irreversible. It is very normal to go to the hospital every other day. It is a torture for both the patients and their families.
The doctor hesitated, "But illness is not something that can be cured easily. Mr. Songjiang, you said you have experience, so how long ago did this symptom appear?"
Songjiang Shigure immediately started to have a headache. This kind of thing must be proven through multiple experiences. Otherwise, after just one or two times, the doctor must think that the parameters are too few.
Then let's just talk about the big picture? He can't die anyway!
As for not being able to see clearly, it seems that I can still get in.
The player was calculating in his mind and quickly chose which node to add to the drama.
“Hmm…”
As soon as this question was asked, everyone saw the blond young man slowly clench his hands on his knees.
The mist in his eyes still remained, but instead was filled with more sorrow and pain.
"It's been a long time." He said softly, "As far as I can remember... it should have been nine years ago."
It seemed as if in a violent fireworks display of light and heat, a cold, black-haired young man lay in his arms. The feeling of cold and heat surged together, as if twisting and melting all his internal organs.
Song Jiangxun's clenched hands became tighter and tighter, and even the newly bandaged wound on his right arm showed signs of cracking.
The picture, which had just been clear for a moment, became blurry again. When he turned around, he was standing alone in front of the sink, looking at the blood in the sink.
The bright red blood crawled up his fingertips like a monster. The dizziness gradually spread upwards, as if the world was spinning, making it difficult for him to even stand.
So...then don't watch it.
"Ahem, at that time I thought it was a terminal illness, but the hospital couldn't find out what was wrong with it."
Song Jiangxun also coughed a few times and raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips: "I usually get dizzy when I see blood. Maybe this is why I suddenly have visual impairment."
“…”
Everyone listened in silence.
Nine years is a very long time.
Although he was suffering from a serious illness, the blond young man seemed very calm at the moment and even comforted the doctor.
He curled his lips and smiled faintly: "Since I have lived like this for nine years, I will naturally cherish the remaining time."
The doctor's hand holding the pen trembled slightly: "We will consider it...Mr. Songjiang, please sit here for a while, we will go out and check the remaining test results."
"Please."
The young man, knowing that he had impaired eyesight, did not try to be brave. He held the cup of hot water handed to him by the nurse and lowered his eyes in a daze.
The leading doctor pushed the door open, then took a step back and stepped on the tip of the shoe of the person behind him.
“…”
There were several statues standing on both sides of the clinic.
The pink-haired man leaned over and covered the mouth of the brown-haired girl in his arms with one hand. The latter pried his hands apart and burst into tears without knowing when.
The young detective rarely took the initiative to go up to the doctor and ask about his condition. He just stared blankly into the room, his blue eyes filled with sadness.
The blond-haired, dark-skinned young man tilted his head and bit his lower lip until it bled.