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[Aaaaaaaaaa!! This happened so fast! It was so sudden! I didn’t know where to look from for a moment_(:з」∠)_]
[Given the concern of the police academy team for Toru and their own sharpness, it is too late for Hei Tetsu to fall now...]
[Indeed, if Hiro and the others hadn't been so overwhelmed by the joy of reunion at first, they would have realized something was wrong right on the street - after all, how could Toru, who is so big, make a phone call in the sun!]
[Justice walks with the shadows, evil walks with the light and shadows, save Shashasha... What a dramatic knife, it smells so good!]
[Now I just hope that the police academy team can be smarter. Although Toru is dark, he is still the real person! You can't reject children! (Pull the collar and shake.jpg)]
[Watching his companions find excuses to leave one by one, even Kurotsu would feel confused and sad, right? What does the last scene mean? What does it mean to temporarily regain your old self, and what does this have to do with Soori? ! ]
[Yeah...Sinsuo hasn't shown up yet. I suspect the old thief will cause trouble again.]
The classroom door closed again. Although a few people did go to get paintbrushes and cloth for making flags, they all stood aside tacitly with serious expressions.
Matsuda Jinpei was left standing there with the paint in his hand, looking a little dazed.
Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the curtains blown by the wind and suddenly felt upset. He walked over and roughly closed the windows and curtains, making the whole space return to a dim atmosphere.
"What happened?" The curly-haired young man pulled the stool hesitantly, his face wrinkled, "Is it related to Toru? No, I think you guys are too easy to make excuses!"
"It's a free gift, but it works." Fūya Rei sighed, rubbed his brows, and said to himself, "He seems to have discovered it too..."
Hagiwara Kenji coughed lightly and asked Furuya Rei, "Can you contact Officer Hazuka? According to Toru, he should have been in the police military hospital since he woke up."
Furuya Rei lowered his head and sent a message to Yuto Hazuka, then closed the lid and said, "Let's get back to the point. Have you all noticed the changes in Toru... Chiyodani Toru?"
He hesitated for a moment, changed the name to a more affectionate one, but pursed his lips tightly after saying it.
"It's a huge change." Ida Hang said succinctly, "He didn't even ask about your hand injury. I thought he would have reacted."
If it were the former Chiyodani Toru, not only would he not just ask, he might even directly ask Fōdani Rei to specify exactly what medicine was prescribed and when to apply it.
He doesn't care much about his own body, but he is very concerned about the daily lives of people around him. This can be said to be an alternative "double standard".
After hearing what Date Kou said, Furuya Rei's expression became even gloomier.
Morobushi Jingguang exhaled slowly: "When the squad leader and I met him, he was standing in the sun with his sleeves rolled up, looking at his phone, even though the roof of the cafe was right next to him - but Hagi's probing question felt a little strange."
Hagiwara Kenji sighed and said, "If he was an impostor, he wouldn't be so precise as to remember the model of the gift sent by the squad leader. It's impossible for a normal spy to know such details."
His attempt at that time could be said to be very abrupt and inadvertent. Most people would even focus on the ink rather than the model of the pen.
Only a meticulous person like Chiyotani Toru would write down all the gifts that he only had for a few moments.
Matsuda Jinpei only realized what was going on now: "Oh my god! Are you doubting that Toru is not himself?! How is that possible!"
"How is it impossible?" Hagiwara Kenji said weakly, "Do you think I want to? He has been acting weird from the beginning to the end! He has been gone for a month, not ten years!"
"How come you don't feel anything, you idiot?"
"I thought he was unhappy about being implicated by me." Matsuda Jinpei muttered, "After all, the old wizard was obviously causing trouble on purpose."
Furuya Rei couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Idiot!"
"But!" Matsuda Jinpei rarely argued with Furuya Rei. He raised his finger seriously and said firmly, "He is definitely Toru."
The room was dimly lit, and the curly-haired young man raised his hands in front of him, looking as if he was performing some kind of ritual. Everyone around him couldn't help but take a deep breath, waiting for what was to come.
Then one second, two seconds...
Date asked: "And then?"
Matsuda Jinpei looked confused: "Ah? What then?"
Hagiwara Kenji couldn't help but slap him on the back of the head: "Explain yourself clearly to me!"
"The accent is exactly the same as before! This kind of thing is not easy to imitate, and it's not that fast to learn it in a month - not to mention that you think Toru will hand over all his information so easily?"
Matsuda Jinpei touched the back of his head in grievance and said: "My intuition is that it must be him!"
Compared to the other serious people, he was still a little out of the situation. Or perhaps, because he was sitting closest to Chiyodani Toru, he had the most intuitive feeling.
Chiyodani Toru has indeed changed a lot, but he is still the same person.
Matsuda Jinpei's thoughts were even a little far away. He felt that Chiyoya Saori seemed to have a strange sense of security, which made him subconsciously relax his vigilance...
After listening to his childhood friend's words, which seemed to make sense, Hagiwara Kenji sighed and said, "What's the use of this?"
Intuition is a mysterious thing, but at this moment it is like a life-saving straw, allowing people's hearts that had originally leaned to one side to return to the tangled track again.
Several people were silent. There were too many anomalies in front of them, making it hard to ignore them. It was like ink suddenly appearing on a white paper, and it even had a tendency to spread.
Chiyodani Toru has been trying very hard to fit in with them, and judging by the content of his conversations, apart from the fact that they don't quite fit with his previous personality, there is indeed no problem with the amount of information.
"Will it be possible..." Morobushi Jingguang murmured, "If it hits the head, I remember a book mentioned that it may lead to acquired emotional deficiency..."
The expressions of the other people were blank for a moment.
[Summary of the Provincial Stream: The police academy team thinks Toru is stupid and wants to heal him with compassion]
[I was so dumbfounded after seeing a ghost...]
[I don’t know what to say except “this is weird”, how can an intuitive creature like Mazda still think of his sister now!! (shaking like crazy.jpg)]
[To be honest, Hayori and Toru are really similar, not in terms of personality and appearance, but in terms of temperament (gestures). That kind of aloofness and indifference with warmth and passion, sincerity and caring, coldness and reserve...]
[Upstairs, would you like a colorful black?]
[But it also scared me to death. I thought the police academy team really regarded Toru as another person and treated him as an enemy. That would be really like pouring pepper on the knife - the knife is numb!]
[It was a blessing in disguise. The brainwashing caused by the organization does have a side effect of emotional loss. The police academy team is right about this, but how can they give him love and care? ! Hei Tetsu really knows how to use force! (Sa Beining breathing oxygen.jpg)]
[Shit, Shit, Gin only said that he wanted Kurotoshi to be an undercover police officer, so Kurotoshi would remain peaceful on the surface, but this doesn't seem to mean that he has no murderous intentions towards the police academy team?!]
[#Picture: Chiyotani Toru looks at Date Kou's disappearing back, his eyes darkening#Class Leader, danger!]
[Aaaaah! What a horror story (screaming chicken possession.jpg) This doesn’t seem to be the police academy rescue situation I imagined!]
Indeed, this is not salvation at all, this is Werewolf.
Chiyoya Saori was lying on her bed, browsing forums and drawing in her mind.
Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still a little embarrassed when she saw those guys sneaking away with poor excuses - those idiots' acting skills were so bad!
At least do a good job on the surface...
Chiyoya Saori admitted that she was a little angry, and she secretly drew a little turtle on the forehead of the five people in the picture as a revenge.
In her mind, she painted very quickly and adjusted the colors in one go. It didn't take Chiyoya Hayori much time to do two things at once. It only took her a while to check the comments section before she posted the painting to her Sanchuang account on the forum.
The picture adopts a relatively peaceful and warm composition: a picnic blanket is spread under the cherry tree, and the five members of the police academy are sitting on it, playing and chatting. Next to them, Chiyogaya Tetsu is sitting sideways under the tree with his legs bent, holding a black umbrella, and waving the Coke in his hand towards them.
——A toast.
In the face of the current rain of knives in the forum, the more plain and heartwarming the pictures are, the greater their impact will be. Chiyoya Saori is well aware of this and knows that readers are the group that is most likely to shed tears and eat knives, and there is no need for her to exaggerate anything.
She refreshed the page leisurely, looking at the comments that came in at the speed of light.
[My wife is Kami, the little angel Bai Che, yyds! It’s so sweet!]
[Wuwuwu, this candy is poisonous! I can’t stop laughing when I think of Hei Che now. The police academy team has never properly hung out together…]
[Mrs. Changming, you are too much. Why did you draw a turtle on the head of the police academy team but not Toru? I understand. Wuwuwu, you must be hinting at his unique short life!]
Chiyoya Saori's smile froze. Her ID on the forum was "May you live a hundred years in good health." After she became a little famous, readers called her "Long-lived" lady, which was a good omen...
But who is suggesting that Chiyodani Toru will die young? !
[Fuck, Mrs. Changming, you are such a knife-wielding person, hurry up and give Toru a turtle wuwuwu, so that all six of us can be in order! Otherwise, I will call you Mrs. Wuwu from now on! (Threatening with a knife.jpg)]
[Thousand-year-old turtle, ten-thousand-year-old tortoise, this nickname seems to make sense... (thinking, threatening secretly)]
Chiyoya Saori: “???!” That doesn’t make sense!
However, before she could start speaking, the number of likes for this comment had already skyrocketed, and together with the comments suggesting that Chiyodani Toru would have a short life, it was like a death warrant for her to choose between the two.
#Add a turtle to your head# Or #admit it, you are Mrs. Turtle! #
Damn!
Chiyotani Hayato struggled with her pen for a long time before coldly choosing to add a particularly handsome turtle to her head in the painting.
The forum and the police academy group, right? She will remember this grudge.
[Dear, you haven't uploaded the Canadian whiskey information yet.] The customer service reminded, [You won't get his reward if you don't upload it.]
Chiyotani Saori came back to her senses and said calmly: "Why are you in such a hurry? I'm so busy right now. Isn't it normal for me to let him wait for a while?"
She closed the forum, moved a little, held the special glasses prepared for her by the organization in her hand, thought for a moment, and opened the panel to check to make sure the painkiller buff was still there.
The customer service looked at someone who was already lying down in the quilt, ready to go to sleep, and seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
【What are you going to do? 】
[Take the role.] Chiyotani Saori closed her eyes and muttered, [Give the old thief a reason to add more roles... Just let 'me' dream quickly!]
…
On the other side, wearing a white shirt that was slightly yellowed, standing next to the pet shop, Canadian Whisky had sent countless messages and made countless calls to Glenmarie's mobile phone, but all he got was the cold "missed call".
He was so angry that he raised the phone high and wanted to throw it to the ground, but when he remembered the price of the phone, he withdrew his hand in frustration and cursed angrily.
"Damn it, why did you take the USB drive and not hand it in? You might as well let me do it myself..."
The man cursed and anxiously clicked into the organization's task interface again. Looking at the unfinished sign, he fell into a suffocating atmosphere again.
Who on earth is that Granmani? He went to check the USB drive at noon and it disappeared. How come he still can't hand in the task now? Don't tell him that there is such a thing as procrastination in the organization's action team!
It was almost dark now, and the autumn wind was chilly, and the Canadian whiskey shivered involuntarily.
Before he finished shivering, the door behind him opened and a young clerk came out carrying a bag of pet supplies and a smooth-furred Persian cat with heterochromia in his arms.
"Sir, our store is about to close." The clerk put the bag on the ground, took out the bill with his free hand and handed it to him, "You have been waiting here for three hours... Please settle the bill now!"
"A total of 80,000 yen. Thank you for your patronage."
Canadian Whiskey paused as he touched his pocket and gave the clerk a dry smile: "Can you wait a little longer? Just a little while."
Shop assistant: “…”
The fragrant cat in her arms cried out tenderly, then fell onto the man's shoulders and was held cherished by the latter.
Then Canadian Whisky turned around and continued to send messages to Glenmarie with a sly look on his face.
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The room was dim, the doors and windows were locked, and it was so quiet that it seemed as if no one was there. Only an occasional muffled groan confirmed the return of the original owner.
The screen of the mobile phone placed under the pillow flickered and was filled with countless missed calls, but no hand appeared to answer it.
The black-haired young man curled up in the quilt, closed his eyes tightly, and bit his lower lip tightly. Drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and quickly mixed with the dark sheets, disappearing without a trace.
His right hand was trembling as he gripped the handle of his glasses. His fingertips were white, as if he had used up all his strength.
The button on the temple of the mirror emitted an extremely faint red light, which was continuous and steady, transmitting the numb pain from point to surface throughout the young man's body, trying to arouse familiar perceptions in the cerebral cortex.
A voice in his head said to him:
"Who are you?"