Chapter 128 Chapter 128 I’m not alone, that’s great…
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The door of the convenience store slowly opened, and a blonde woman in a blue dress walked in. She was slightly startled when she saw the man she passed by. "Yanji?"
Hagiwara Kenji, holding a plastic bag in his hand and looking dazed as if lost in thought, suddenly came to his senses and looked at the person who came. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Sister?"
"Why did you come to Tokyo?" He smiled, his brows relaxed, and said with some joy.
"Mission." Hagiwara Chisaku shook his phone. "I'm here to buy a cup of coffee to stay alive."
She casually picked up a cup of coffee, her narrow eyes curled up, and she raised her eyebrows slightly. "What about you? What's that expression? It's not like you at all."
Her words made Hagiwara Kenji's eyes move slightly, "What's my expression now?"
Hagiwara Chisaku raised her lip and tapped his brow. "Your expression is like someone who's been heartbroken."
"..." Hagiwara Kenji said helplessly, "Sister, what are you talking about?"
Hagiwara Chisawa chuckled. "Even if it wasn't a breakup, it must have been a breakup between you and a very important friend. Was it Matsuda? Or Date?"
"Neither." Hagiwara Kenji shook his head and sighed, "But... he is indeed a very good friend. I..."
"I haven't seen him in a long time, and now we're reunited." He leaned against the wall next to the convenience store, took out a cigarette and held it between his fingers. "We finally saw each other again, but I didn't talk to him properly. Instead, I said a lot of excessive angry words. Now I don't know how to apologize..."
He lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm no longer like myself."
A thin cigarette was lit in his mouth, and a bit of scarlet swayed in the darkness. In the smoke, Chisu Hagiwara looked at Hagiwara Kenji's drooping purple eyes with a look of surprise.
No one knows her brother better than she does.
He has a naturally gentle appearance and a considerate personality, but the bright light above his head cannot reach his eyes.
This kind of personality, warm on the outside but cold on the inside, seems easy to get along with, but there are not many people who truly understand his heart.
Chitose Hagiwara had not expected that in addition to her classmates at the police academy, there was another friend she didn't know who could move Hagiwara Kenji's heart to this extent.
She couldn't help but walk over and ruffle her brother's pigtailed hair. "It's rare to see you so tangled up."
"No way?" Hagiwara Kenji covered his head in frustration and muttered.
"Of course." Hagiwara Chisuki's eyes swept over the fruit, beer, and multiple lunch boxes in the plastic bag in Hagiwara Kenji's hand. He gently touched it, placed his slender fingers on the pull ring of the coffee, opened it, and tilted his head back to take a sip. "You're quarreling because there must be a knot between you that hasn't been untied. It's like a thorn in the flesh. Even after so long apart, you can't forget it, you can't let it go. Instead, the wound grows deeper as time goes by."
"Right and wrong aren't that important these days." Hagiwara Chisuku tapped his coffee with his fingertips and said meaningfully, "What's important is, can you let it go? Are you willing to let him disappear from your life?"
Hagiwara Kenji said, "How could I let it go?"
He lowered his eyes and smiled as he finished speaking, "Thanks, sis."
Chisato Hagiwara finished her coffee, crushed the can and threw it into the trash can. She also got on the motorcycle and twisted the handlebars. Amidst the low roar, she lazily said, "I'm glad to be able to help you, Kenji. If there's a day, please let me meet your friends."
"Of course, I'll introduce him to you once we resolve the crisis."
"Trouble?"
"It's a huge hassle." Hagiwara Kenji chuckled and said, "But I'm really happy."
yes.
He was to protect the scarred, gray-haired young man; this was his oath throughout his police career.
No matter how much he has changed, I have changed as much.
This was the only thing he said to his heart.
****
Kenji Hagiwara inserted the key into the lock and pushed open the door.
The room was quiet.
The person inside tilted his head slightly and looked over. The light coming in through the screen window reflected on his face, which was alternately dark and gloomy. The white-haired doll leaned against his legs. He raised his lips slightly in the darkness and said, "Welcome home."
Hagiwara Kenji closed the door and said, "You probably don't say that often."
"Why do you say that?"
"It doesn't feel like it should. It's like I'm speaking lines from a TV drama." He took the things out of his pocket and placed them on the table one by one.
Mo Shiyu curled his eyes and said it again, "How about this?"
Hagiwara Kenji placed the heated dumpling bento, fruit, and beer next to him and said, "No progress."
This sentence was like an icebreaker, and the atmosphere between them eased a little.
Kenji Hagiwara casually turned on the TV, and the news about the International Parliament being sabotaged yesterday was broadcasting.
"The murderer has not been apprehended yet, and the police said they are still investigating..."
Hagiwara Kenji changed the radio station. It turned into a performance: a white-haired clown with tears in the corners of his eyes, holding a red umbrella, dancing a waltz in a closed room.
Mo Shiyu sat on the floor and looked up at him. He moved his hands that were bound to the windowsill, and the handcuffs made a crisp sound. "I can't eat it."
Hagiwara Kenji sighed and gagged him with a small tomato. "If I uncuff you, will you go to Nagawa Pharmaceutical Factory immediately?"
"Maybe." Mo Shiyu bit the tomato into his mouth, as if chewing an enemy, his eyes cold and frightening. "I really want to end all this, especially after knowing about that space. I want to kill them all the time."
"Then I can't remove your handcuffs." Hagiwara Kenji squatted beside him, "I can't watch you impulsively rush to your death."
He sighed, "Okay, don't think about it, I'll feed you."
The white-haired doll lay on Mo Shiyu's thighs, quietly tilting his head back, watching the food being carefully and gently delivered into the mouth of the main body by the spoon. Mo Shiyu opened his mouth in the rising heat, and suddenly remembered that he was tied to a bed with black sheets by Uramaru Renya at some point.
Same handcuffs, same loss of freedom.
But it's completely different.
The luxurious room was as cold as an ice cellar. I was wearing only a shirt, my legs were bare, my lips were blue from the cold, and there was no chopsticks or spoon in the food bowl. Maintaining my dignity seemed like a luxury.
"Put your face down and swallow like a puppy or kitten. You've survived like that before, haven't you?"
The soft whisper echoed in my ears again.
In the laboratory, in a small cage that just reached my knees, my hands were tied behind my back with belts, and I had to kneel down to survive.
He looked at the food being passed to his mouth, his eyes momentarily blinded by the rising heat. His throat felt as if it were filled with a mouthful of sour plums. He shrank back, as if uncomfortable, and abruptly turned his head away from the food. "Officer Hagiwara, why...why did you do this for me?"
"How far have you gone?" Hagiwara Kenji was puzzled. "It's just a meal."
"Xiao Shiyu." He waved his hand in front of the gray-haired young man's stunned eyes. "To avoid suspicion, Xiao Zhenping is going to work now. I have to go to the police station tonight. There have been too many things going on lately. Can you promise me that you will stay home until you get more information?"
Mo Shiyu is fully capable of leaving, and I believe Hagiwara Kenji also understands this, so he chose to discuss with the other party.
This was the only solution they had. After all, there were only two of them and they didn't dare let more people know.
Even though Hagiwara Kenji had not told the truth to his own sister just now, he couldn't guarantee whether Hagiwara Chisu would encourage him to reconcile with his old friend after seeing Mo Shiyu, the "terrorist" in the news, or grab his hair and scold him for being crazy.
"I can't watch over you all the time," Hagiwara Kenji said. "It's not just you. There are many more people watching the organization from the dark. So don't carry it all on your own. Trust us and wait for the right opportunity with us."
Mo Shiyu's tense shoulders slowly drooped, his messy gray hair draped over his shoulders and back. The cold sweat that had seeped out of his forehead at some point dripped from his eye sockets to his cheekbones. He didn't say anything, just nodded briefly and slightly.
His action was like a switch, and Kenji Hagiwara finally let out a long sigh.
They finished their meal in silence. When Hagiwara Kenji stood up to pack up the food and prepare to throw it out, before closing the door, he suddenly heard a voice behind him, almost faint, "..."
“No one fed me before.”
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and said hoarsely, "No one treats me as a human being."
****
After returning home, Matsuda Jinpei was surprised to find that the relationship between his childhood sweetheart and Mo Shiyu seemed to have returned to the past. For example, they were enthusiastically playing the game he had just bought and had successfully reached the last level.
Matsuda Jinpei took off his sunglasses, his jacket, and the gun belt from his shoulders. He touched the remains of his game packaging, which hadn't even warmed up yet, with a distressed look on his face. He sat down next to the two men and said, "You two really know how to play. You picked my favorite game right away."
He also counted the beer bottles scattered around the two men. Mo Shiyu clearly had more bottles than Hagiwara Kenji. But the former had fair skin and a calm expression, not a hint of drunkenness.
This guy can drink quite a lot.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses so late at night?" Mo Shiyu took a moment out of his busy schedule to glance at him, expressing his disdain for his behavior. "Can you see the road clearly?"
Matsuda Jinpei snorted. "You don't understand. Dark sunglasses can block outside prying eyes and help me observe the suspect more covertly. This is a professional habit of the police."
Why does it sound weird? Mo Shiyu, a Class A wanted criminal, thought so.
Kenji Hagiwara pressed the console with his last finger. As the word "Victory" appeared on the screen, he raised his lip with a smug smile, "It's said to be the most difficult game among the three generations, but it's just this hard."
This game tests finger dexterity and has only two-player mode. Playing a round is like defusing a bomb. It is the favorite of bomb disposal enthusiast Jinpei Matsuda and has already been released to the third generation.
Although Hagiwara Kenji has reached a high position in the Metropolitan Police Department and does not have many field missions, he has not neglected the practice of finger flexibility. Mo Shiyu, who is used to using a dagger as a weapon, is not much worse than them.
The game that was said to be of hellish difficulty was solved level by level and finally completed quickly.
Jinpei Matsuda glanced at the handcuffs hanging on the windowsill railing behind him.
Before he left, Mo Shiyu sat on the floor with his head down, his hands tied to the railings, his whole body hidden in the deep darkness. He had a precarious fragility and neuroticism, as if his nerves were on the verge of breaking. This was an emotion that suddenly arose after seeing that space, and Matsuda Jinpei could clearly feel it.
But now that the handcuffs were loosened, he seemed to have also loosened the invisible restraints on himself.
Jinpei Matsuda lowered his head and smiled with relief, his messy curly hair covering his eyes which flashed with gentleness.
"Officer Matsuda." Mo Shiyu raised his head and called out, "Have you been sleeping poorly recently? Have you lost your appetite? Do you get headaches and nausea easily after staying up late?"
"Hey, how did you know?" Matsuda Jinpei raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. "Did Hagi tell you secretly?"
"No."
Mo Shiyu stood up, stretched out his hand, gently approached his eyebrows, and waved it as if brushing away dust.
Maybe it was an illusion, but Matsuda Jinpei's eyes seemed to light up a little. He was slightly startled and touched his cheek. "What are you doing?"
Mo Shiyu looked at the wisp of black air in his palm, letting it penetrate into his body through his fingernails and float under the huge tree roots in his mind.
"There is one thing I want to explain to you," he said.
"That strange space with an endless bright yellow room as its background has extremely high levels of pollution. I imagine that after discovering the spatial observation port, you all chose to observe it with your bodies to avoid leaking the information, so you've unknowingly accumulated a significant amount of pollution."
"Even for me, it would take about three days to completely clean up this pollution."
Jinpei Matsuda's eyes flickered.
Purification... He suddenly understood one of the reasons why Mo Shiyu did not choose to leave immediately after seeing them.
Even though this gray-haired young man was forced to release his hatred, he still chose to stay and purify the pollution from them.
Hagiwara Kenji leaned back on the cushions and whispered, "What exactly is that space?"
"This is another thing I must tell you in advance." Mo Shiyu took a deep breath, as if gathering up the courage to speak it out.
"That was me." He raised his eyes, choosing to look directly at them. "In a certain future, I was injected with a drug developed specifically for me by Karasuma Renya. That drug was enough to destroy my mind. After I died in the future, my corpse transformed into a nest, which became this space."
"I've been in there once. Although this dimension represents the abnormal direction of my alienation, it has always remained outside of reality. It doesn't consume life, nor does it harm anyone. It simply floats there."
He lowered his eyes and took a sip of wine.
"I cannot forgive the murderer who dragged me back from my peaceful sleep. I must free that me, rather than continue to be used as a tool after death, draining away every last bit of my value. This is my duty."
“…” His words caused the two police officers present to fall into a long silence.
Since discovering this special space, Kenji Hagiwara has thought of countless possibilities, but he never expected the truth to be like this.
The future. It's not hard to imagine, given how magical the world already is.
Mo Shiyu casually summarized the future in two sentences, but there was so much pain and suffering, tears and blood hidden behind it that it could almost seep out from between the words.
Kenji Hagiwara felt as if the light in front of his eyes was being obscured inch by inch. He opened his mouth and looked unfocused at the dull-looking young man with ash-haired hair, but no sound came out. His throat was so hoarse that he felt like he was about to cry.
But then, a certain emotion, like a mark, ignited a raging fire of anger in his heart.
"Little fish..."
He said in a low voice, "We will definitely help you."
How dare they, how dare they?
"Yeah." Mo Shiyu smiled with his eyes curved, "Thank you."
“It’s great that I’m not alone.”
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