Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Breathing sound.
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"Click."
The lighter spun flexibly at the fingertips, and with a slight sound, it emitted a cluster of blue flames.
Matsuda Jinpei's face was dimly illuminated by the flames as he leaned against the wall. He held a cigarette between his lips and teeth, lowered his eyes, and brought the lighter closer.
"Mazda." Zhu Fushigaki greeted him with a smile as he walked out of the hospital.
Matsuda Jinpei exhaled a puff of smoke and held the cigarette between his fingers, letting it fall to his waist. He looked at the newcomer, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "Hey, Hiro, you look good."
Zhu Fujingguang raised his bandaged hand and said, "I'm sorry, I can't drive right now. I'm sorry to bother you to come pick me up."
"Why are you being so polite to me?"
Matsuda Jinpei opened the trunk, and Morufushi Kagemitsu put his luggage inside. He turned around and gave a wicked smile, "I say, your beard looks pretty good."
Perhaps because he had been receiving treatment in the hospital and had no time to take care of himself, Zhu Fujingguang had a small stubble on his chin. He looked less childish and more mature than before, but his gentle temperament from the inside out remained unchanged.
The combination of the two is like a layered cocktail, exuding an extremely attractive sexiness.
Zhu Fujingguang smiled and said, "You think so too? Then I might as well not shave my head. Consider it a way to change my image after being discharged from the hospital."
Matsuda Jinpei asked curiously, "Are you? Who else said that? Could it be the nurse at the hospital?"
Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned for a moment, then scratched his face with his fingers and responded vaguely, "...Well."
When the police officer put the suitcase into the trunk, the gap in the middle suddenly moved, as if something inside pushed it open, revealing a small soft tip, which reached towards Zhu Fu Jingguang.
Matsuda Jinpei caught a glimpse of some movement and turned back with a puzzled look on his face. "Did something move just now?"
Zhu Fujingguang turned sideways without leaving any trace, and gently placed his hand on the suitcase to cover the pointed end. "Maybe I didn't put my things away properly."
Did Hiro still have things that he didn't put away properly? Matsuda Jinpei instinctively felt that something was wrong.
But since his friend didn't say anything, he restrained himself and withdrew his gaze, not taking the initiative to peek.
He got into the driver's seat and looked at the hideous burn scabs on the back of Morobushi Jingguang's hands. "Hiro, you can't touch water for the next two days, right?"
"Um."
"I say, why don't you just come live with us? I still have to take care of the injured Hagi anyway, so why not just be a nanny and take care of him together."
Zhu Fujingguang was stunned, "Hagi is also injured?"
Matsuda Jinpei snorted and said with a gloomy expression, "That guy—jumped from the bridge to save someone. If someone hadn't risked their lives to save him, I don't know what I would have done."
Zhu Fu Jingguang immediately opened his cat eyes wide and looked at him.
"What? Hagi-he?!"
Matsuda Jinpei snorted, cigarette dangling from his lips. "Don't worry, he's fine, but the impact was so strong that his right arm was dislocated. It's a blessing in disguise."
Morofushi Jingguang's eyes were shocked. Matsuda Jinpei spoke calmly, but he could imagine that the situation at that time was absolutely urgent. "Who saved Hagi?"
"You don't know that person." Matsuda Jinpei said, "He's a kid Hagi and I met recently."
"Really?" Zhu Fujingguang exhaled, leaned back in his chair, and laughed, "Sounds like another interesting guy."
Matsuda Jinpei recalled his experiences from the time they first met to the present day, gritted his teeth, and said, "It's quite interesting."
"Believe me, any policeman who sees him will never forget him."
"Why?"
Matsuda Jinpei pondered for a moment. "How should I put it? It's just a mysterious feeling. I always feel that if I don't care about him, he will be killed soon."
“…” What is this smell? Jingguang couldn’t imagine it.
"You'll understand once you meet him in person," Matsuda Jinpei said. "There are many mysteries surrounding him. But there's very little information about him in the police database... It seems like key information was deliberately erased."
Zhu Fu Jingguang was slightly stunned, "Really?"
Tampering with the police database is really a serious matter.
"What's your name?"
"Mo Shiyu."
Is this name Chinese?
Zhu Fujingguang took it to heart, "I remember it."
Jinpei Matsuda drove the car to Keimitsu Morofushi's residence and was about to help him take down the suitcase when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and his expression suddenly changed.
"Did the criminals plant a bomb? Where is it?" he asked sternly into the phone. "Zaohe University?"
He remembered from the archival materials that Little Gray Hair seemed to have attended this university!
Really, that kid is so unlucky, isn’t he?
"Sorry, Hiro." Matsuda Jinpei hung up the phone and turned back to say hurriedly, "There's a case. Can you do it alone?"
Zhu Fujingguang immediately took the box down and said, "I'm fine, go ahead. Is there another bomb?"
Matsuda Jinpei nodded hurriedly, and without wasting any time, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly swung its tail and rushed straight towards the intersection.
Even a second is precious when it comes to bomb disposal.
"Mazda..."
Zhu Fujingguang's mind flashed back to the conversation he had with his superiors from the Ministry of Public Security.
The country plans to send him to secretly infiltrate an organization.
In this top-secret plan, he must abandon his past name, life, and friends, take on a completely new identity, and lurk for a long time in an extremely dangerous and high-pressure environment.
As a frontline undercover agent, he is likely to die in the darkness before dawn, without a name, without any achievements, and no one knows him. He will just become a silent foundation on this bloody road.
Zhu Fujingguang agreed.
Therefore, the day when he will say goodbye to his friends is not far away.
The suitcase opened and closed silently, and a white doll crawled out of Zhu Fujingguang's suitcase and looked up at him quietly.
Zhu Fujingguang noticed it and also lowered his head.
…
Unlike the one Mo Shiyu saw in college, this doll had obvious signs of breakage and stitching on its neck.
Although the stitching has been done as tightly as possible, it is still apparent that the head is not stable and is wobbling when it moves.
This is the doll that was hanged in the factory.
After leaving the factory, Zhu Fu Jingguang always carried it with him, but the doll did not move. Even after he sewed up its fallen head, there was still no soul in the doll's body, until today.
Zhu Fujingguang volunteered to join the undercover program, on the one hand for his belief, on the other hand, he really couldn't let go of the two children who had disappeared from human experiments.
In a dark world, you will be more informed.
Zhu Fujingguang lowered his head and smiled gently, "You are finally awake."
"I thought you had given up on this body."
The well-preserved white doll sat motionless on the ground, its head carefully sewn together resting neatly on its neck. It looked up at him, as if wanting to say something silently, but in the end it just lowered its eyes in silence.
The police officer didn't care. He squatted down and looked up at the blue sky with the doll, and his soft voice was blended into the wind.
"Okay, I'm coming to see you."
***
When Mo Shiyu followed the man who claimed to be a maintenance worker, what he heard in his ears was Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice.
He is now the main person controlling the doll that has lost its head.
The vest itself can grow many dolls. Usually the vest is in charge, but Mo Shiyu can choose one or several to control.
Attracting abnormalities and coupled with mitosis, Mo Shiyu always felt that his physique was differentiating in a certain direction... It must be an illusion.
Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice was not loud, but it was very strange and warm, like a comfortable spring breeze, reminding people of an afternoon balcony filled with sunshine and surrounded by green ivy flowers.
Mo Shiyu was actually comforted by just one sentence.
Even though he knew that the path chosen by such a gentle person would end up on a guillotine where the blade could fall at any time.
He was unable to stop the conscious police officer from embarking on this path of no return, and he didn't know whether he had the ability to change his fate.
Mo Shiyu slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was still faced with the reality he had long been accustomed to.
The man looked back at him from time to time. He seemed to be trying to chat with Mo Shiyu in an awkward way, as if he was talking to someone he liked for the first time.
"Actually, this is not the first time I've seen you. I saw you yesterday when I passed by this university," he whispered.
"Yeah?"
There was no smile on Mo Shiyu's face, his eyelashes drooped, and his voice was calm.
"There are many beautiful people, but the first time I saw you, I felt that you were a very special person. You are different from others."
The man looked back at him again, his voice slowly lowering, "So, I'm actually quite disappointed that you're willing to come with me today."
They walked down the stairs and came to a secluded underground parking lot. There was no one around at some point.
"Oh? Why?"
Mo Shiyu looked at the man and stopped. He turned around and stared at him intently. After taking a deep breath, his expression of inferiority turned deep and crazy. "Because, you are completely different from what I imagined. You are not worthy of my cherishment at all. You are just a slut who can be with anyone!"
He pushed Mo Shiyu hard, and Mo Shiyu's back hit the car behind him, and his body slid down the car door to the ground.
He looked at the toolbox and didn't move immediately until the man came over and grabbed his neck, strangling him with great force and pressing him to the ground.
"You must have heard that little kid's voice in your head, telling you to kill everyone. I hear it all the time."
The man's voice trembled with excitement as Mo Shiyu struggled, "So, you can understand that I killed you--"
Mo Shiyu's struggling movements paused slightly.
He strained his eyes, which were flushed red, to look at the man. His gaze swept over his cowering figure and emaciated body. His fingers dug into the man's hands that were strangling his neck, and his voice became hoarse from suffocation, "Ha... So... It's you."
"What?"
The man didn't understand what he meant, so Mo Shiyu looked at him and laughed intermittently. He grabbed the man's wrist tightly, raised his eyes, and said hoarsely, word by word, "You are the... bomber, right?"
The man's expression changed instantly.
"You, how did you know?"
Because of their inner fear, his men used more and more strength, until the hands that were struggling to grab his clothes due to suffocation lost their strength and slowly fell to the ground.
The man maintained this posture for a while, then suddenly loosened his hands, took a step back, and fell to the ground, gasping for breath in shock, his expression dazed and dull.
He looked at the figure lying motionless on the ground.
The man's head was tilted to one side, his messy gray hair covering half of his face. His face was pale, but his lips, on the contrary, became redder and redder.
Is he dead?
The bomber suddenly crawled over and his trembling fingers landed on the other person's nose.
He felt a faint breath.
"Alive, alive... That's great."
The man felt a surge of regret, fear, self-loathing, and so on, which eventually turned into a huge ecstasy. He knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and trembled as if confessing. "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I love you. Forgive me."
He suddenly remembered something, glanced at his watch, and immediately stood up in a panic. He grabbed the shoulders of the person on the ground, dragged him around a corner, dragged him to the side of a car, opened the trunk, and wanted to put him in.
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