How did you escape?
The pieced-together memory fragments did not include any trace of the escape process.
Fujiwara Yuu smiled bitterly and shook his head. He pinched the cigarette box repeatedly and was silent for a long time before answering:
"I woke up in the hospital. I only had some minor injuries, but the more serious one was shock from dehydration. Fortunately, I received treatment and was fine. The person who took me to the hospital was a volunteer from the Ocean Conservancy who was picking up trash at the beach that morning. He said I was lying on a small boat stranded on the beach. He saw that I was still breathing and immediately rushed me to the hospital, which saved my life."
"Shock caused by severe dehydration?" Akihara Kenji paused, his chin resting on his hand as he pondered. "The human body can generally survive five to seven days without food or water, which means you were kidnapped within a week. You were found on a small boat, which suggests the kidnapping was likely at the seaside."
"Yeah, that's what I guessed too. I also searched near the beach afterwards, but didn't find any traces." Fujiwara Yu shook his head regretfully. He was worried about alerting the suspect, so he didn't continue the investigation. Now he only hopes that his memory can be restored through nightmares. Only by restoring his memory can he know the inside story of the kidnapping case.
Akihara Kenji reached out and patted Fujiwara Yu's shoulders twice. He comforted her:
"Don't overthink it. Once you remember, you can easily arrest the kidnapper with your abilities. But the kidnapping isn't what's bothering you right now, is it?"
Fujiwara Yuu was taken aback when he heard this. He thought of Akihara Kenji's suggestion to buy some snacks and drinks, and curled his lips:
"Buying the food and drinks was fake, and discovering I'm afraid of elevators is a bonus... Are you trying to ask why I bought so much alcohol tonight? Do you think I'm drowning my sorrows in alcohol?"
"Bingo, congratulations on getting the answer right. Your reward is that you tell me the truth about why you drink to drown your sorrows." Akihara Kenji smiled and snapped his fingers, blinking twice at Fujiwara with a somewhat "playful" gesture.
"Put aside your tactics when dealing with little girls." Fujiwara Yu rolled his eyes and nearly retched. He pulled a cigarette from the pack and held it between his lips. He said calmly, "You should have guessed that I'm not a police officer now, so you'd better not be curious about some things. It will only harm your ambitions."
"My ambition? What is my ambition?"
Fujiwara Yuu stared at Akihara Kenji for a few seconds, then cleared his throat and imitated Akihara's tone of voice:
"I became a police officer because I never go bankrupt... Well, didn't you say that back then? You better not know what I'm worried about. Sometimes you just have to put the brakes on."
"Are you worried that I know too much and can't be a policeman?" Akihara Kenji smiled casually. He had already guessed what Fujiwara was about to say.
"Idiot, bankruptcy is not auspicious for a police officer...that's death in the line of duty, stop saying such things." Fujiwara Yu said unhappily. He didn't expect that anyone of his peers would be ahead of him.
As expected, it was something that little Fujiwara would say.
Kenji Akihara secretly looked at the height difference between himself and Fujiwara. He didn't expect that after not seeing him for a long time, he was already so much taller than him. He felt less and less like a younger brother. He really matured a lot in the past few years.
Time has left its mark on their faces.
"Since you won't tell me, I won't ask. Let's go. If you don't go back, Zhen Ping will make a scene."
"He hasn't changed at all around people he knows, even his bad habit of picking locks, even though he clearly has better ways to do it."
Akihara Kenji paused, and asked curiously:
"A better way?"
"You can spend money to stay in the room next door and add a balcony to give me a surprise."
“…”
Akihara Kenji twitched his lips slightly. It didn't seem like climbing over the balcony to enter someone else's space was a good habit, was it? Could this Fujiwara kid have the bad habit of climbing over walls and windows?
The two returned to the room, and just as Kenji had expected, Matsuda Jinpei raised his voice in dissatisfaction:
"Did you two run to Osaka to buy some food and drinks? That's too slow!"
"You toothless guy should just talk less. The wind that leaks out can fill you up." Fujiwara Yuu uttered the most ruthless criticism with an expressionless face. With one sentence, he directly defeated Matsuda and made him roll up his sleeves to prepare for the fight.
In the end, Yin Dahang showed his strictness as a former squad leader. He easily pushed Matsuda back onto the sofa with one hand, and quickly opened a bag of shredded fish, stuffing a large ball of it into Matsuda's mouth as he was about to shout to seal it up.
The squad leader's operation was so smooth and fluid, I'm afraid he must have done a lot of "mediating fights" on a daily basis.
Fujiwara Yuu gloated as he watched Matsuda Jinpei being punished, but the next second he was punished by the squad leader as well.
Yin Dahang stood up and snatched the unlit cigarette from Fujiwara's mouth, then threw it into the trash can, still saying:
"You've even learned a little bit of medical knowledge, but don't you know that smoking is harmful to your health? Smoke two fewer cigarettes for me. I don't like the smell of cigarettes. These two guys don't dare to light up in front of me!"
"...Okay, squad leader."
Fujiwara Yu licked his lips and ran to the small bar exclusive to the suite to make cocktails for everyone.
Bourbon, simple syrup, bitters, ice, orange zest, and a brandied cherry.
These things combined together can form a classic cocktail that is bitter but sweet.
Yin Dahang picked up the glass and took a big sip. The strong alcohol rushed straight to his head. He frowned, put down the glass, and said with a click of his tongue:
"Hiss—I really can't drink as much as foreign liquor, Fujiwara, didn't you buy any beer?"
"No, I just bought Bourbon and Scotch." When Fujiwara Yu said these two names, there was a faint smile in his eyes. He obviously bought these two whiskies on purpose.
Although Kenji Akihara caught a glimpse of this strange smile, no matter how hard he tried to use his imagination, he would never associate these two wines with Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu.
He didn't have a God's perspective, so how could he know that the bad guy alliance these days would use wine names as code names.
"Huh, let's just drink together. We're here to celebrate your birthday today anyway."
Um.
So, why is the birthday boy helping with the cocktails?
Fujiwara Yu asked a soul-searching question in his heart, but even though he was asking, he dared not slow down the speed of making the cocktails, otherwise he would not be able to feed these drunkards in time.
After three rounds of drinks, the hotel room began to look crooked.
Fujiwara Yu, who originally had the worst alcohol tolerance, was still conscious. He held his chin and looked depressedly at Matsuda Jinpei, who had cream cake all over his face but was lying on his bed with cream smeared everywhere. He glanced at the winner in life Yin Dahang, who was lying on the sofa and still shouting "Natalie". Finally, his eyes fixed on Akihara Kenji, who was holding a dinner plate as a steering wheel and imitating the sound of an engine with his mouth.
Haha, are these guys really here to celebrate my birthday?
You're here to torture me.
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