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It's not that Chiyodani Toru didn't shed tears.

When he celebrated his birthday in the hospital before, this guy curled up under the sheets and quietly dropped a few drops of sweat, which he wiped off awkwardly. Only his bright and watery eyes betrayed him.

That was probably just an accident caused by the right atmosphere and his vulnerability due to injury, but other than his birthday, they had never seen his emotions fluctuate so drastically.

Even when facing bombs and snipers, facing extremely vicious criminals, or talking about his long-lost sister, Chiyodani Toru is often the calmest one, and even has the energy to smile and comfort others. He is a super gentle and optimistic idiot.

But now...

The sobs suppressed in the black-haired young man's throat were so suffocating, intermittent coughs were accompanied by low growls, and his thin back kept shaking with the fierce emotions, which was obviously the result of the emotions being completely strained to the extreme and then broken.

He collapsed.

So...what to do now?

The five of them looked at each other, not daring to breathe hard for fear of irritating the young man again.

They don't know the reason, and even the words of explanation seem so pale and powerless.

What happened this month?

Obviously, Chiyotani Toru, who expressed his emotions so strongly, also overturned the conclusion made by Morofushi Kagemitsu in the afternoon.

He obviously felt the emotions, but his reaction was so slow due to other reasons.

Their actions in the afternoon undoubtedly hurt this companion who had just returned and was in a low period.

At that time, Chiyodani Toru said nothing, and even looked at them considerately as they left. He walked back to the dormitory alone and fell asleep.

Morofushi Kagemitsu sighed slightly. He didn't say anything. Instead, he squatted down and stroked Chiyodani Toru's back again and again, trying to calm his emotions and prevent him from suffocating by crying.

After the Nagano murder, he found his brother in the closet and comforted him in the same way even though he was despairing and collapsed.

The others followed suit and squatted carefully, and also awkwardly gathered around the chair, trying to comfort it.

The small space couldn't hold so many people, so everyone huddled together, covering up the gaps tightly, totally ignoring the dust on the ground that their pants would rub against.

After the autumn rain a few days ago, the weather turned cooler. The leaves outside were blown by the cool breeze and slapped against the walls of the dormitory building. If you listened carefully, you could almost hear the rhythm.

"Sorry...it was our fault at first."

"Don't cry, don't cry, the pain is gone!"

"What are you trying to do to a child, you idiot? Toru, smile a little. We can talk about what's on your mind slowly..."

"Everyone is here, there's nothing that can't be solved, right?"

But it was not cold in the room. The light above my head and the clumsy words of comfort from the young people penetrated my cold skin and seeped into my blood, directly diluting the phantom pain brought by the spread of the cold medicine.

"……sorry."

The hoarse voice was not noticeable amid the chaotic consolation of a few people, but the others seemed to be silenced at once and all fell silent.

"sorry."

Hagiwara Kenji spoke first, blinking and trying to hide his emotion.

The others had no idea what others were thinking and sincerely apologized for their poor excuses that afternoon. If Onizuka Hachizo had seen this, he would probably have lamented that this was a rare miracle.

Getting rebellious young people to sincerely apologize is harder than climbing to the sky.

But in Chiyodani Toru's ears, these apologies did not seem to belong to him.

He could not recall what happened in the afternoon no matter how hard he tried. He could only feel the cold glass blocking the exit of his memory. Even though he was covered in bruises, he could not break free from the shackles.

What is it?

There seemed to be a chuckle in my ear. The bystander was looking down at this scene, watching him struggling against his will but unwilling to fall.

The black-haired young man closed his eyes slightly, trying to calm the pain caused by his emotional fluctuations.

The gunshot wound on his shoulder had not healed yet, and the electric current seemed to be still tingling in his body. His lungs ached, and it seemed that the familiar smell of blood had overflowed to his lips. There seemed to be other scars under his arm, but these were not caused when he was conscious.

In the end, he is still alive, the organization still exists, and these five bastards who know nothing next to him... cannot die.

Chiyodani Toru's bottom line had been broken, but these hot hands forcefully brought his consciousness back, telling him that he couldn't give up the struggle yet.

He said calmly, "I'm fine."

Several people followed the young man's action and let go of their hands. They watched him stretch out his hands to block in front of his eyes, and use the bandage on his wrist as a tissue to quickly wipe away the water marks on his face.

The young man's eyes were slightly red and his lips were tightly pursed, like a child who had been bullied and had nowhere to complain.

Those black eyes flashed with emotions they couldn't understand under the light, but they still sparkled.

The five people felt at ease all of a sudden.

"You scared me." Matsuda Jinpei muttered, sitting back casually and ruffling his curly hair. "I was really worried that you would cry so hard that you couldn't breathe. Then we would have to take turns giving you artificial respiration."

"Five people take turns to give artificial respiration?" Furuya Ling raised an eyebrow, "Did you pass the first aid class?"

"That's not necessary." Chiyotani Toru pulled the corner of his mouth and tried to make a joke, "I guess you didn't even brush your teeth after dinner."

"You can't say that. I definitely don't have bad breath, okay?" Hagiwara Kenji grinned and shook the mouthwash he carried with him.

This guy always pays attention to his appearance in front of girls, so he would naturally not miss this detail.

Zhu Fu Jingguang picked up the disposable chopsticks on the ground and sighed: "What should I do now? Eat rice with my hands?"

Ida Koudao: "I'll go get them. I have some extra chopsticks in my room."

The black-haired young man shook his head and grabbed his sleeve in a daze: "I'm not hungry."

He was just… tired.

I had tried my best to survive, to find Soori, and to live a good life, but in just one month, everything was shattered.

It is not good that Soori is still alive; but it would be better for him to be dead if he were still alive.

If he knew this would be the outcome, Chiyodani Toru would definitely try his best to point the gun at himself.

How to remind these guys to stay away from him?

After all, with his inexplicable wakefulness and the abnormal numbness in his body, Chiyodani Toru was sure that he would not be safe and sound.

If I hurt them when I had no memory, or if I exposed my companions to that organization...

Chiyodani Toru's face turned pale again in an instant.

Yi Dahang was still being pulled by the young man's sleeve, and he felt that hand getting tighter and tighter, and he even trembled involuntarily. He subconsciously put his warm and broad palm on it, trying to give him some insignificant sense of security.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Fu Jingguang said firmly, "Come with us to the infirmary now!"

"Why don't you stay in the hospital for a while longer before leaving? Anyway, your grades are only good enough for the final assessment, right?" Yi Dahang frowned, "We will be worried if you do this."

"I'm not going to the infirmary." Chiyotani Toru forced a smile and pulled his hand back. "I just have a headache. It may be because of the concussion that I can't remember a lot of things... What happened to me this afternoon?"

He asked curiously, "I feel like I did something outrageous this afternoon and scared you guys."

"I'm not scared..." Matsuda Jinpei curled his lips, "The old wizard challenged you to answer a question in class, and you just answered all of it without giving him face. They were so surprised."

The eyes of Morofushi Kagemitsu and Hagiwara Kenji drifted away for a moment.

"By the way, do your eyes hurt now? Do you want to put some eye drops in since you just cried?" Furiya Ling said, "Next time, don't rub your eyes with your fingers."

"My eyes hurt..."

Matsuda Jinpei sighed, sat on the ground and looked up at him: "I have to say that you are used to not wearing glasses. It always feels weird when you wear them."

The extremely heavy glasses with metal frames had been placed beside his bed since he woke up.

Chiyodani Toru smiled slightly and said, "It's not that hard actually. I won't..."

No more glasses.

Once again, he failed to utter these words. The control of his body was taken away for a moment, forcing him to shut his mouth.

“I won’t wear them anymore when my eyes get better,” he heard himself say.

For a moment, the world seemed to be shattered. The scene that had finally become vivid now looked like a low-quality oil painting. The full colors occupied his sight, but he could not feel any warmth that belonged to him.

Falling into an icy cave is not enough to describe the young man's feelings at the moment.

Hagiwara Kenji hummed and looked around: "So where did you put it? Put it on now."

"It's okay." He said this again.

The uncontrollable feeling seemed to be just his illusion. Chiyodani Toru raised his hands in a trance and flexed and stretched them.

It seems that I just can't say it, the rest...

How could he pass on the information without “himself” knowing it?

Hagiwara Kenji quickly found the glasses placed on the bed, picked them up and weighed them, and asked curiously, "What material are they made of? Why do they feel so heavy?"

"Toru, you have a cramp in your eye? Where are the eye drops?"

Tried to send signal to connect, failed.

Chiyodani Toru held the glasses indifferently and put them on with some resistance.

The world brought by the planoscopic mirror has not changed much, and it is obvious that it has other uses.

"If you have nothing else to do, go back and rest." He sighed, "Looking at the way you look, if you don't take a bath now, the bathhouse will probably be closed."

"Are you really alright?" Zhu Fujingguang raised his eyebrows. "So why are you so excited all of a sudden? Did you think of something?"

"That man..." Furiya Ling groaned, but still hinted, "He doesn't look like a single person, but rather he acts in a premeditated and organized manner. Do you have any clues?"

"No!" Chiyodani Toru was suddenly quite excited. His voice rose and fell, and he said hesitantly, "It's just that I haven't been back for too long. I don't know why, but I miss you a little bit..."

Without waiting for them to say anything, he immediately showed his usual smile, stood up and pushed them out, and said without question: "I'm really fine. I promised you that I would never hide it, didn't I?"

"Go take a shower now, the sweat has stunk up my room!"

Normally these five guys were said to be strong and as stubborn as bulls, but now under Chiyodani Toru they were like five little chicks and were pushed out the door in no time.

With a "bang", the iron gate closed straight up, and a small slime ball was thrown out.

Kenji Hagiwara caught the ball. There was a Q-version ghost face on the blue slime ball, which looked a bit naughty.

He pinched it subconsciously——

"Puh, cough, cough! Why does this smell like toilet water!" Matsuda Jinpei jumped aside with a look of horror on his face, "Hagi, you idiot, why don't you learn your lesson!"

"Toru is too vindictive." Hagiwara Kenji pinched his nose and said angrily, "Now you have no choice but to take a shower."

The others looked at this scene with a mixture of laughter and tears.

"He got angry because of shame." Fūya Ling said in a low voice, "That guy must have felt that he had lost face."

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "...Is it that serious?"

Yi Dahang was thoughtful: "My hands and feet are so cold, is it because of deficiency of Qi and blood? I wonder if there will be pork liver noodles or something in the cafeteria tomorrow..."

"The class monitor's children will surely be very happy in the future." Furuya Rei said anxiously, "You're such a worrier."

Ida Hang coughed lightly and said, "Isn't it right to care about your companions? I shouldn't have told you about Natalie!"

Even though Chiyodani Toru vented his emotions without any reason and left a lot of questions unasked, the few people did regain a sense of familiarity with him as a companion.

Besides, everyone has returned and there is still a lot of time left, so there is really no need to stay here in the middle of the night.

The five of them chatted casually for a few words and then turned and left.

Although Kenji Hagiwara was choked by the toilet water, he did not throw away the slime ball. Instead, he tossed it up and down and had a lot of fun.

Wherever they could not see, the black-haired young man leaned against the door and slid down to the ground somewhat weakly. He took off his glasses forcefully and threw them aside, his eyes full of death.

But soon, he stood up again, picked up his glasses, put them on his nose, and showed the gentle smile that belonged to Chiyodani Toru.

Then he walked to the bed, tore off a layer of film from the corner that was close to the wall, and took out the phone.

The brand new phone still had full battery when it was turned on, but hundreds of emails and phone calls soon popped up, and the red dot on 99 confirmed how anxious the people looking for him were.

Chiyodani Toru thought about it and clicked the call back button.

"Hello."

"I@##@! Granmani, you're just answering the phone now?" The other side immediately gave a very intense greeting. Canadian Whiskey said in frustration, "Where's your mission? Where's your USB drive? Where did you hand it in?!"

"I'm busy."

"Are you so busy just pressing the confirmation button?" Canadian Whiskey sneezed and said in frustration, "Do you know how long I have been waiting for you outside!"

“I forgot.”

Thinking that he should maintain the image he would present to the police academy students tomorrow, Chiyogaya Toru frowned and asked seriously, "So do you still need my help now?"

"Give me some confirmation!" Canadian Whiskey yelled, "I want to sleep now!"

"So where are you?"

Canadian Whiskey: "..."Feeding mosquitoes in the park.

Is he going to tell such a shameful thing as how his beloved cat was detained because he had no money and how he was kicked out of the hotel penniless?

In fact, Chiyodani Toru also wanted to know why a code name member of the organization would end up in such a situation and even abide by the law and not rob or steal.

He said slowly, "If you don't mind, I can take you in for one night, no payment required."

"Where are you?" the other party asked suspiciously.

If we follow the characteristics of telling the truth...

Chiyodani Toru honestly gave the address of the Metropolitan Police Academy.

There was no sound, no reply, and he hung up the phone with Canadian Whisky.

When I called again, all I got was a blacklisted tone.

Chiyogaya held the phone at her side, a hint of confusion flashing across her eyes.

What he meant to say was that Canadian Whisky could go to his apartment and rest for a night, but the kind of question he asked...should he answer it directly?

Sure enough, it was the other party's problem.

Not being able to figure out what was wrong with Canadian whiskey, the black-haired young man sighed slightly and went to the bathroom to wash up.

In the narrow cubicle, he took off his glasses and put them aside, looking at himself in the mirror.

His eyebrows were curved and his smile was gentle and polite, but his indifferent eyes looked particularly gloomy under the light and no light could penetrate.

His fingers slid down his face, finally landing on his heart, and there was a rare hint of doubt in his tone.

"Why are you crying?"