As if he had realized something, Songjiang Shigure shuddered subconsciously.

He turned his head to look at the deserted mountain road, patted his clothes, and smoothed his sleeves: "Hey, everyone, do I look messy? Is it neat?"

The system said weakly: "No... You asked me several times, didn't I just wash it a little bit?"

Just now, the player used the stream nearby to carefully dress himself from head to toe, which took a lot of time.

The system was very fortunate that after the rain activities in Songjiang decreased, the pressure on it to cheat was reduced a little, or at least it could be extended for some time.

It was also reluctant to leave, because it had been by Songjiang Shigure's side since it could remember.

God knows if this liar and scumbag will just go out and forget about it.

The system quietly deleted the data that turned into snot.

The player, who was unaware of his own melancholy mood, argued: "It's all Gin's fault! He ruined my look!"

Half of his hair was shaved.

Songjiang Shiyu was so angry that his teeth were itching. He kept complaining to the system while walking out with a stern face.

He now felt that everything around him was becoming increasingly illusory, and the feeling of unreality was becoming more and more obvious.

There is no difference between taking advantage of loopholes and exploiting bugs. Every time this method is used, it will bring a lot of strange side effects to this body.

Songjiang Shigure only felt that his whole body was light and floating. Even when his bare feet stepped on the ground, he had a feeling of floating. The things he looked at in front of him seemed to be separated by a layer of thin gauze.

These are not things worth worrying about.

He even walked in the dark.

The system hummed, "We've reached the ancient street. Walk to the end and then go up... There are the most cherry blossoms here."

Although there is a fight deep inside the scenic area that is enough to shake the entire underworld, it is still very peaceful outside.

The ancient street is marked by a wooden archway carved with floral patterns. The air is filled with the aroma of cosmetics and food. Tourists coming and going are either heading to the outing site or taking photos on the ancient street in kimonos.

The air is filled with the relaxed and peaceful smell of fireworks, which is enough to make all the unknown people who work hard for this smile knowingly.

Songjiang Shigure walked very fast. He did not raise his head to look around when he entered the ancient street. After all, no matter how he dressed, the black windbreaker on him was still out of place in this world.

But despite this——

He was still stopped by someone.

"Matsujiang-kun!" A deliberately raised female voice came from behind, and Songjiang Shiyu suddenly froze.

He turned his head and stared at the policewoman who was walking quickly towards him.

Good news, the people who came knew nothing about the organization and had no idea about his current situation.

Bad news, the person who came was Chihiro Hagiwara, the sister of his wronged student.

There's no way to just pretend you didn't see it and walk away. It would be troublesome if you get entangled.

Matsue Shigure sighed inwardly and planned to just chat for a while before running away. He nodded at her: "Hagiwara...Officer, long time no see."

Hagiwara Chisugawa didn't expect to see Matsue Shigure here, or rather, to see Matsue Shigure like this.

This old classmate of hers, who had not seen her for a long time, was wearing a black windbreaker that didn't fit her well, and his blond hair was wet and tangled behind his head, looking very messy. After hearing her shout, he turned around and gave her a very light smile.

His delicate eyebrows were perfectly displayed on his pale face, making him look particularly gentle, but the lingering slight fatigue in his eyes made him look even thinner.

A lot has changed, yet nothing seems to have changed.

Chisawa Hagiwara's impression of Matsue Shigure is mostly stuck on the chaos during his time in the police academy. Occasionally, he would glance at his calm and indifferent look after work, and was even more surprised when he saw him lying on the hospital bed.

Therefore, when she saw him now, she suddenly realized that this person was still as young as she remembered, but his temperament had quietly changed.

They have all matured, lost the glitz of youth, and have too much pressure on their shoulders.

Moreover, doing such a dangerous job, Matsue Shigure obviously suffered too much pain.

"Why are you here dressed like this?" Hagiwara Chisu asked in confusion, "You're not even wearing shoes."

Songjiang Shigure's body froze, and his toes, hidden in his long trousers, curled up and dug into the ground.

He didn't want to, so he didn't take off Gin's shoes at that time - wait, that won't work! What if Gin didn't change his shoes for a few days? !

"Ah... I accidentally fell into the water while playing, and all my belongings were washed away. My jacket belonged to a kind person. What about you? How did you end up in Nagano?"

The young man's light and hoarse voice was a little vague, and the words disappeared into the air as if he was avoiding something.

"Because of the outing activities in this scenic area, many people crowded here, and all the idle traffic police were forced to work overtime and transferred to Nagano for a short-term support."

Hagiwara Chisaku's brows wrinkled quickly, not being fooled by his change of subject: "How did you fall into the water? Did you come on this mission alone? Where's your partner?"

She still remembered the black-haired, green-eyed man she met at that time. The last time she chatted with Hagiwara Kenji and the others, the answers she received were also ambiguous, but now that she was with the real person, there was nothing wrong to say.

Matsue Shigure was stunned for a moment, then realized that the partner that Hagiwara Chisou was referring to should be Akai Shuichi. He was even caught and questioned by Hagiwara Kenji and others because of this.

If I were to say now that we are not partners, wouldn't I be diverted to other topics again?

The system complained: "You have done so many things that have caused unnecessary trouble. You have finally learned your lesson."

Matsue Shigure: "Keep it up and try to break it!"

From what Hagiwara Chisaku saw, the blond young man froze for a moment. He was lost in thought for a moment and whispered, "He... is still busy."

This listless and dispirited look really doesn't suit Matsue Shigure. He should be the one smiling the brightest, like a sunflower that is full of energy and circles with the sun every day.

Did something happen again? Did the partners have a fight?

Obviously, nothing happened when that kid Yanji mentioned it last time?

Hagiwara Chisaku was about to say something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, and finally he let out a short sigh: "Why don't you wait here for me? I'll go buy you a pair of shoes. The stones on the road here are quite sharp, don't get cut."

"Where are you going next? You seem to be heading inside, are you planning to go up the mountain?"

Matsue Shigure nodded and said, "Let's go see the cherry blossoms. And if we look down from the mountain, we can probably see the outing scene, right?"

We all have time to go see the cherry blossoms, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

"Yes." Hagiwara Chisu thought to herself. She lifted her hair and said sharply, "Wait for me here for five minutes. I remember there is a shoe store next to it. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable for you to walk barefoot here?"

She also complained about someone's strange behavior of walking barefoot, and put the small bench she used to rest on duty on the ground.

After thinking for a while, he took out the spare multi-function walkie-talkie and stuffed it into Songjiang Shiyu's hand: "Please help me direct the traffic!"

This smooth and seamless operation stunned Matsue Shigure. Looking at his eyes widened, Hagiwara Chisuke couldn't help but chuckle.

In the past, she was so shocked by Matsue Shigure's outrageous behavior that she was speechless, but now the situation is reversed.

"You must wait for me!"

Hagiwara Chisugano left decisively. She felt that even out of a sense of responsibility, Matsue Shigure would not just run away.

Matsue Shigure looked at the brown-haired policewoman's hurried back as she left, and was speechless for a moment.

So cool, sister.

The system hummed, "Do you want to stay here for a while? Put on your shoes before leaving. Anyway, there is still enough time now."

Songjiang Shiyu fiddled with the multifunctional walkie-talkie in his hand, which was specially equipped for traffic police and could record audio and video, as well as communicate within the channel.

He stood up, holding the intercom, and said calmly, "No way."

Only trash players have no sense of responsibility.

Meeting Chisoo Hagiwara is enough to make the player feel a sense of crisis, and he doesn't want to meet anyone else next.

The system said, "Oh!" and asked, "You're leaving with your walkie-talkie?"

"You can ignore it later." Songjiang Shigure said slowly, "I think we should take a picture."

He is a third-rate reporter who has never reported a single story or taken a single photo, and now he's at least barely making it to the surface?

Songjiang Shiyu covered his lips and coughed lightly a few times. He ignored the curious looks of the people around him, quickly walked through the ancient street, and stood in front of the stone steps.

He looked up, the sunlight was getting hotter and hotter, and he could already see the cherry blossoms at the edge. The sun seemed to be burning, and the pink and white petals were burning with it, in clusters, like fire.

He climbed the stairs, his soft feet stepping on the fallen cherry blossom petals.

Once away from the bustling crowd, the world becomes quiet.

Shuichi Akai borrowed a bicycle and rode at a very fast speed along the winding and rugged cobblestone road. He looked at the entrance surrounded by police cars not far away and couldn't help frowning.

Although the FBI and the Public Security Bureau are partners, the mission to encircle the base is undertaken by the Public Security Bureau. If he wants to get in, he has to verify the information and contact Furuya Rei and his group.

He couldn't confirm his guess for the time being and didn't want to add to the already chaotic situation.

I can only find another entrance - or go and ask if anyone has found it.

"Um?"

Shuichi Akai caught a glimpse of a flash in the woods from the corner of his eye, as if there was a trace of something being reflected by the sunlight.

He dropped his bike and approached silently, his pupils shrinking when he saw the half-damaged Porsche and the license plate number.

Porsche 356A, Gin's car!

The next moment, Shuichi Akai rolled to the side suddenly. The pistol with a silencer did not make much noise, but only left a bullet hole on the tree trunk next to him.

The black-haired agent's eyes became sharp, and he drew his gun and attacked without hesitation -

Two minutes later, Vodka was pinned to the hood of the car. He struggled hard, but was still tied up by Akai Shuichi and could not move.

"I didn't expect you to be here." Akai Shuichi looked at the police car not far away, a little confused, "Want to turn yourself in?"

"Akai Shuichi!" Vodka's eyes were particularly bright after he took off his sunglasses. At this moment, he was burning with rage. He spat, "Damn FBI!"

"Where's Gin?"

Akai Shuichi looked at the vodka for a moment, then regained his composure: "And, where's Matsue Shigure?"

"If you ask me, I'll tell you." Vodka sneered, "Who do you think you are?"

Seeing his weak appearance, Akai Shuichi said pointedly, "You can't find Gin. You know he might be in danger, but you are willing to wait for him here at the risk of being arrested?"

Vodka choked instantly.

Indeed, when he heard what A whispered in his ear, he felt a strange feeling.

——Big brother hasn’t even come out yet, why let him go first?

Vodka naturally didn't leave. He leaned against the car and waited for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, he heard the alarm from the base. Then he saw the police appearing from nowhere, which really scared him and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The passage they came through was not commonly used, and was not discovered for a while. Vodka was anxious, but did not dare to act rashly. He parked the car in a more secluded place, intending to wait for Gin to come out.

But until now, there has been no information from Gin.

Vodka's heart was pounding. He knew that the longer he stayed here, the greater the risk.

What if something happened to Big Brother... Vodka's head started buzzing at the thought of this possibility.

So, when he saw Shuichi Akai appear, new and old grudges piled up together, and Vodka opened fire.

"I don't have time to beat around the bush right now." Akai Shuichi said calmly, "Tell me what happened here, and I can help you get some information about Gin."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Or I'll send you to jail now."

Vodka was choking on by the saliva. He looked into Akai Shuichi's gradually darkening eyes and suddenly realized, "You want to know about A?"

"I don't know what happened inside." He said, "I don't quite understand why my brother brought A to see that gentleman. Anyway, they were both in a bad mood. When A was taken away, he told me..."

"What?"

"I suggest I go first."

Vodka looked at Akai Shuichi and suddenly asked, "Is this a trap set by A and you guys?"

"You want to arrest that gentleman, you want to arrest the big brother." He exhaled and murmured, "A has betrayed the organization after all..."

The dark eyes that were rarely exposed outside the sunglasses revealed a hint of sadness.

【But why did he tell me in advance? 】

Shuichi Akai threw the vodka onto the car, turned around and walked towards the base without paying attention to his voice.

He grabbed a police officer at random and showed him his ID: "How is the cleaning going inside? I won't go in, but I need the most basic right to know."

"The main target has been arrested." After reporting to his superior, the police officer told him, "but our infiltrated police officer is missing and is still being searched for."

After hearing this, Shuichi Akai turned around and walked away, but he quickened his pace a little, inadvertently revealing his confusion.

Sure enough, the police didn’t find Songjiang Shigure either.

The main target was captured, which means that only Karasuma Renya was caught, and Gin was not there - could it be that Gin evacuated with Matsue Shigure?

It should be impossible. Based on his understanding of Gin, no matter how cold-hearted the other party is, it is impossible for him to throw Vodka into the police den without notifying them.

If the two men had fought each other to the point of both being injured, there is no reason why the police could not find the person.

There is another possibility - Gin has nothing to do with Matsue Shigure, and the latter wants to avoid others and leave here.

This is the closest possibility to Shuichi Akai's premonition.

No matter how unwilling he was in his heart, his cold reason told Shuichi Akai that Matsue Shigure's hope of escaping from the shadow of the organization and living a good life in the future was extremely slim.

His physical condition was too weak, not to mention that he had been dealing with Karasuma Renya and Gin alone for so long, God knows what the price was.

The FBI agent suddenly sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his olive green eyes.

He was "informed" of the entire plan.

Matsue Shigure could only and dared only discuss this plan with his students.

Furuya Rei and his friends had never really faced Matsue Shigure's extremely exhausted mental state, and they softened their hearts countless times because of his attitude, and even unconsciously accepted the conditions proposed by Matsue Shigure under the subtle influence of Japan's generational system.

This plan was far crazier than the one that Matsue Shigure had discussed with him.

However, this madness was only directed at his enemies and himself. Towards the people around him, he became cowardly.

"What are you afraid of?" Akai Shuichi murmured in a low voice, "You don't want them to feel sad for you, so you run away alone? What about me? Am I also one of them?"

"Those guys won't give up. They'll dig deep into the ground to find you."

"Matsue Shigure, this kind of rough escape is not your style."

"But where did you escape to?"

The only thing that came into contact with Matsue Shigure in a short period of time was vodka, so Akai Shuichi went back to his side.

This time, in response to his questioning, the big guy seemed to have come to terms with it. He didn't even bother to provoke or resist, and just stared at the sky weakly.

"I can really feel that A doesn't dislike me and my elder brother. Even though they seem to have a bad relationship, but... he really shouldn't dislike me!"

Vodka had never seen Gin have so many distinct emotions towards others. The blond young man was like a ball of fire that fell from the sky and directly ignited the whole place.

Why is he a cop? He is obviously different from everyone else...

Vodka said gloomily, "I really don't communicate with him much. He has been mad at me, but he is not angry. Tsk, there is no point in talking about this now...if there is really somewhere to go."

He paused and said, "In the past, when he was in the organization, he asked me to take him to Nara to see the cherry blossoms, but before he could go, A was dealt with by the organization as a defector."

This incident left such a deep impression on Vodka that, in this season, in this scenic area of ​​Nagano, the image of "cherry blossoms" was firmly fixed in Vodka's mind and could not be erased.

After Akai Shuichi listened to Vodka's words quietly, he put out the cigarette in his hand, turned around and left.

Vodka called him: "Hey, where's me?"

Sakura, a remote cherry blossom viewing spot with few tourists in this area...

Akai Shuichi didn't even turn his head: "Lie down first."

Vodka was furious. Are they going to leave him here for the cops to pick up?!

Shame!

"Also, he has a name, Songjiang Shigure."

Vodka struggled for a long time but couldn't break free. He was completely paralyzed on the ground, looking at the sky, and couldn't help muttering: "But I only know A..."

The only person he knew was the driver who called him Gin in a fierce voice.

After an unknown amount of time, Vodka vaguely heard some heavy footsteps, and a bloody figure came up to him.

Ah... I was discovered by the cops.

"Get up." A low and hoarse voice sounded, and Vodka felt someone kick his shoulder.

He suddenly opened his eyes and reflexively smiled in surprise: "Brother!"

Gin shot at the rope that tied him up, and the shot went accurately through the gap between Vodka's hands.

Simple and crude.

Vodka shuddered suddenly, ignored the burning sensation on his wrist and stood up. His smile froze on his face, and finally turned into worry: "Brother...are you okay now?"

The silver-haired killer was covered in dust and blood, and looked particularly gloomy. Vodka noticed the gunshot wound on his arm, and the bleeding seemed to have just stopped.

From this angle... Did big brother shoot it himself?

"It's okay." Gin put the gun back into the gun bag and said lightly, "Let's go."

Vodka was stunned for a moment: "Where to?"

Gin took a last look at his beloved car and walked forward first.

The Porsche had run out of gas long ago, and there was no place to get it repaired in its current state. He was not the kind of person who could not throw away old things, but—

"Brother!" Vodka caught up with him, a little nervous and embarrassed, "What about...A?"

"Dead."

"Dead?!" Vodka said in shock, "Is Akai Shuichi still looking for him?"

Vodka was a little distraught. He never doubted what Gin said.

When the eldest brother said A was dead, he really... died.

But why was it so sudden?

The promise he made would never be fulfilled, but A actually left him some leeway in the end.

Considering how Vodka was tied up just now, Gin understood what had happened.

He sneered. The numbness that had not yet faded from his body blurred the pain of the wound and made his mind calmer.

"He is dead." The silver-haired killer's dark green eyes showed a hint of mockery, "But those people won't be able to find him."

The blood that was coughed up in front of him was not fake. The randomly injected drugs were just a temporary solution to quench thirst, which could stimulate the body's potential in a short period of time.

Feeling that you won't live long, you simply run away from everything and die somewhere else. Do you think that this is the ultimate consideration and tolerance for the people around you?

——hypocrisy.

A heartless person seems affectionate, and even pretends to be more affectionate than a affectionate person.

Songjiang Shigure...how many people have you deceived?

The only truth he said was that he wanted to die?

——A, do you want to die?

——Think about it.

He lost, but that group of people never won either.

*****

Matsue Shigure never heard of the follow-up of the organization.

He just walked slowly on the cobblestones, like a child walking on squares, and every step was full of novelty.

"I kind of miss the days when I was lying in my apartment playing Candy Crush Saga," he told the system. "I haven't had this much free time in a while - I really shouldn't have gotten close to the organization."

System: "It's unavoidable, and why do you want to speak to me?"

Songjiang Shigure shrugged: "I said in my heart that you can't listen anymore."

It must be because Matsuda dealt with Karasuma Renya and the dust has settled.

The system said “Oh” in a somewhat aggrieved tone: “Then you should say less, so as not to be misunderstood.”

"What does it matter?" Songjiang Shigure said indifferently, "It's the last minute now, it's just a misunderstanding."

"It's nice to have you to chat with me."

The system's voice suddenly rose: "Humph! Doggie remembers me now?"

Matsue Shigure: “What?”

The system repeated.

Songjiang Shiyu played dumb: "What, what did you say?"

The system was furious: "Son of a bitch!!"

Songjiang Shigure smiled and said, "Ah, you are quite self-aware."

System: “!!!”

After teasing the system that he had been defeated repeatedly, Matsue Shigure looked at the mountain top that was about to be reached. The cherry blossom forest was not small, but at this time when it was almost time for dinner, there were indeed not many people.

Only in the pavilion next to him, there was a young man painting with his back to him, his easel spread out, looking very professional.

They were almost at their destination, and Songjiang Shiyu was very relaxed at the moment. He turned and walked to the young man with his hands in his pockets.

When I got closer, I found that the young man was holding a paintbrush in one hand and a telescope in the other, looking intently down the mountain.

This mountain is not very high, and you can see it clearly, but after climbing up, instead of painting the scenery, you use a telescope to paint what's in the distance. Isn't that too strange?

The system cried out in surprise: "Host! Look at what he drew!"

Songjiang Shigure said "Hmm?", looked carefully, and suddenly had the urge to turn around and leave.

The young man suddenly broke out of his own world when he heard his voice, and looked at the strangely dressed Matsue Shigure with some curiosity: "Excuse me, who are you——"

"I'm just here to hang out, what are you doing?"

The young man looked at the drawing board in front of him and paused for a few seconds before saying, "Drawing."

System: “…”

Matsue Shigure said nonchalantly: "Oh, seeing you holding a telescope, I thought you were practicing your photography skills."

Young man: “You are such an interesting person.”

He introduced his own painting to Songjiang Shigure, which showed a group of abstract melon-eating people standing in a circle. In the middle, a blond-haired, black-skinned Paw Patrol member was bravely kicking a big, furry cat, and next to it, a big sheep was hugging little Meet Meet with tears in its eyes.

The painting style is extremely abstract and the colors are extremely bold, and you can't tell without explanation.

"Just now, that handsome guy was so awesome. The gangster was holding a gun, and he saw the right opportunity and threw him over his shoulder!" The young man gestured with his hands and feet, "The gangster was thrown over in a snap, and he curled up like a shrimp! The friends next to him were all stunned!"

"I didn't expect foreigners to be so brave and courageous."

"He even did good deeds under a pseudonym. I saw him run away very quickly after beating someone up, without even accepting the gratitude from his family."

System: Cosmic Cat Sublimation.jpg

Songjiang Shiyu was speechless: "He is a Japanese policeman."

"Oh." The young man responded after answering, "How did you know?"

"So why are you painting here?" Matsue Shigure changed the subject directly, "It's better to observe these things up close, right?"

The young man blushed and said, "Do you think my painting skills can be taken away?"

Songjiang Shigure: “…”

System: "Oh, he thought that if he painted like this and was watched by others, he would die, so he sneaked up the mountain."

It came to the conclusion: "People are addicted to bad food."

Matsue Shigure never thought that he would hear about the heroic deeds of his students whenever he met someone.

Perhaps because Matsue Shigure remained silent for too long, the young man's emotions of social death gradually took over, and his originally slightly flushed face turned red.

He took a half step back and shouted, "Don't look at the food I draw, but the teacher praised me for my rich emotions!"

"Ah - you're looking for a teacher here?"

"You!" The young man stuffed the brush into Songjiang Shigure's hand and tore off the drawing paper. "Then just come and draw something."

Matsue Shigure was inexplicably pushed onto a chair and stared at the drawing board in a daze.

System: "What can this be used to draw? Can you draw a self-portrait?"

Songjiang Shigure complained: "Draw a portrait of yourself?"

System: “!”

When the young man heard Songjiang Shigure's voice, he was a little confused: "What?"

"It's okay. I sometimes talk to myself. Just pretend you didn't hear me."

Songjiang Shigure said calmly, he held the paintbrush and left an ink spot on the white paper.

What to draw? Speaking of which, this [Reporter] card seems to have some basic sketching capabilities, right?

Although there were trains running wildly in Matsue Shigure's mind, his hands did not stop moving.

First, there were two fluttering sparrows, and then the trees. There was dew on the leaves, which looked wet in the absence of sunlight. Under the tree was a lonely monument with weeds growing beside it.

This is the tomb of Subaru Akabane. Matsue Shigure thought about what his boss said and thought that he should burn some incense for himself.

#Please hope this crappy game doesn't have any more problems#

The system objects: "I remember there was no weed!"

"I haven't been there for so many years, but now I have it, right?" Songjiang Shiyu said earnestly, "We must seek truth from facts."

System: "Then you can still see the descendants of the two birds standing there?"

Damn the truth!

Songjiang Shiyu added some fruits and flowers to the tomb, thought for a while and lit another incense stick.

"Do you know what this is?"

System: “Ah?”

Songjiang Shigure said faintly: "Cyber ​​is buried."

System: "... deduct 1 point. May the Buddha forgive you???"

They were chatting away as if no one was around, and the young people next to them were almost scared silly.

He looked at the pale-faced man in black with a pen in his eyes, and drew a tomb. He muttered as if he was chatting with someone, and the content was going back and forth.

The young man hugged himself tightly with both hands, shivering and looking left and right, but he didn't see anyone else, only a cool breeze blowing past.

Could it be that he has encountered a ghost?!

The paintbrush shook violently, drawing a somewhat abrupt line on the paper. Matsue Shigure rubbed his brows and put the brush on the easel.

Time is running out.

He told the system: "It's time to say goodbye for a short while."

System: "You said you bought me back, whoever cheats will be turned into a puppy!"

The young man said gently: "Okay."

Matsue Shigure quickly took the entire drawing paper out of the folder and looked sideways at the young man standing blankly beside him: "Do you need to pay?"

Young man: “Ah?”

Songjiang Shiyu coughed twice and said confidently, "I don't have any money."

These words seemed to have pressed a switch. The young man suddenly took a step back and waved his hands wildly: "No no no no! No money!"

"Is that so?" Songjiang Shiyu said readily, "Then do me another favor?"

The young man said cautiously: "You speak."

Matsue Shigure took out a multi-function walkie-talkie, switched to recording mode, clicked it towards the cherry tree next to him, and then handed it to him.

The young man took the walkie-talkie, but his eyes fell on Matsue Shigure's pocket.

——!

What did he see? Was it a pistol?

Ghost equipment is so advanced now?!

"Please give this to any policeman for me." The blond young man said in a gentle voice, "and leave here as soon as possible."

The young man nodded repeatedly while holding the walkie-talkie, and quickly went to pack up his painting materials. When he turned around, there was no one around.

The gradually setting sun did not bring much warmth, and he shuddered, then trotted down the mountain with his painting supplies.

He passed by a tall man with green eyes in a daze and felt the walkie-talkie in his hand burning.

Buzz, buzz, buzz! The intercom started vibrating.

***********

Matsue Shigure finished the picture in five minutes and then reached the top of the mountain as quickly as possible.

He walked barefoot on the uneven stone steps, staggering, and almost tripped because of his overly long pants.

It seemed that the effect of the injected drug was gradually fading. The young man's breathing became increasingly rapid, and an irresistible fishy and sweet taste filled his entire mouth.

There were only a few steps left, but it took him quite some time, and even cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"cough--"

He shook his head drowsily, messing up his well-groomed hair. He subconsciously supported the rough tree trunk next to him with his palm and touched it clumsily.

"… We're already here." He whispered to himself, his voice filled with confusion. "So fast."

He held onto the tree trunk and walked deeper into the cave.

With the dual blessing of outings and mealtimes, plus the difficulty of walking up the stone steps and other places to view cherry blossoms, all these factors combined, few people deliberately challenge themselves. This cherry blossom forest has been neglected.

But it's actually very nice.

In the evening, when the sun was about to set, there seemed to be a light mist floating in the sky above the cherry blossom forest. When the wind blew, the petals flew up unsteadily with the mist and landed on clothes and hair. Only the faint scent of plants could be smelled.

Wearing a few cherry blossom petals, the young man walked to a silent and flourishing cherry tree.

"Are there any birds?" He leaned against a tree, tilted his head slightly, as if listening for someone's response, and then said disappointedly, "There aren't any either."

"The cherry blossoms here are definitely not as beautiful as those in Nara."

"But... there is no chance anymore."

Even if I turned into a bird, I couldn't fly from Nagano to Nara in such a short time.

He blinked and wiped the blood from his lips.

The sea-like blue pupils shrank again, and were condensed under the wet eyelashes, trying to find the pink and white fallen cherry blossoms in the endless darkness.

"I was greedy this time." He said in a daze, "I thought it was not too late."

It's just a simple painting.

He was attracted by the abstract picture of the golden-haired Justice Judge and held the paintbrush as if it was destined.

He looked from the present, but trapped himself in the past.

Subaru Akabane died ten years ago, and he hasn't visited his grave for seven years. If other people knew about this, the media would probably report it as a cruel thing.

It seems that every year I can't go or forget to go because of various things, and I even forget to push the date of my own grave in a daze.

Now it’s good, it can be reused.

He is such a selfish person.

Songjiang Shigure curled the corners of his mouth and treated everyone the same.

He deceived too many people and hurt too many people. His partner died for him, Gin was betrayed by a betrayal of trust, and Shirley's defection was also due to him. And those passionate students——

I was also completely deceived.

But Songjiang Shiyu thought again, this is also a good thing, after being deceived by him like this, at least I won't be able to misrecognize people in the future.

The life trajectory of Songjiang Shigure has been completely completed, so how can we expect the next miracle?

The young man clasped the rough branches of the cherry tree and climbed up in a few steps. He sat on the thickest branch, surrounded by dense clusters of cherry blossoms.

Startled by his action, the whole tree shook violently, and for a moment it seemed as if pink and white cherry blossoms were raining, forming a pool of soft petals on the ground.

Matsue Shigure sat on it, swinging his feet like a child, took out the crumpled drawing paper from his pocket, flattened it carefully, and then tore it into pieces without hesitation.

It was torn into pieces and thrown up into the air.

He loudly declared: "This represents the past!"

The black and white fragments mixed with the cherry blossoms in the wind and fell to the ground.

Matsue Shigure took off the "borrowed" black coat, which was already stained with blood, the same ending as the hospital gown.

He threw his coat forward.

The voice became a little hoarse from suppressing a cough, but still raised stubbornly: "This means now!"

The black coat also fell heavily to the ground.

It was a smooth ending.

The young man smiled contentedly, his blond hair flowing unevenly behind him, and the cherry blossoms beside him were stained with red blood.

He raised his head slightly, the sky in front of him was glowing with rosy clouds, and it seemed that white birds were flying across the sky with cherry blossoms on their shoulders.

The cold pistol was loosely held between fingers, and when it touched the skin, one could not help but shiver.

But the wind did not cover up the crushing