Chapter 102: Past Events in a Foreign Country (1)

This trailer is really a bit ominous.

Tsukiyama Asari pressed the pause button, feeling as if he had listened to a series of strange prophecies. In the 90-second trailer, there was a 10-second personal shot of Kenji Hagiwara with a big "Danger" on his head.

The man frowned and was about to pull back that scene and watch the shot of Kenji Hagiwara again, but found that the progress bar did not end. There was still a long section behind it.

Huh?

[All trailers are like this, some of the more eye-catching scenes will be placed after the title. 】

I really haven't watched the trailer much. Tsukiyama Asari raised an eyebrow when he heard it. He pressed the play button in the lower left corner, curious about what kind of picture would be put at the end.

The title with classic color matching was replaced by a dim picture.

The white-haired boy knelt on the ground, leaning his upper body against the edge of the low window as if exhausted. His forehead was full of sweat, and blood stained a piece of white hair, slowly flowing down from the corner of his forehead.

He was still breathing slightly, but his expression had completely relaxed, and his expression was even a little dazed.

The light green eyes were like a quiet pond deep in the woods, quietly reflecting the city at night, which had completely fallen silent. It seemed that the accident in the building had affected the city's power supply, and there was no light in this steel city.

But the boy seemed to have seen something incredible, staring blankly into the distance.

A clear voice rang in the room, with a low smile and a slight nasal sound, "...Can you see...such scenery every day?" "

...It's so beautiful."

Outside the system page, Yueshan Chaoli suddenly widened his eyes, and the bullet screen on the screen also exploded instantly. At a glance, it was all blocked words, which were particularly conspicuous on the stop screen that finally turned into the show time.

What's going on.

'System...this doesn't mean...? '

[It seems so.]

A stick figure with a sloppy painting style jumped into the system screen from outside the frame, reached out to close the video screen, and looked at the completely stunned man outside the screen with his dotty eyes.

I didn't expect that the color blindness buff would disappear one day.

Tsukiyama Asari's mood, which was originally a bit depressed because of the series of explosions, instantly improved, and asked the system to record the date [March 12] on the schedule.

However, it is only the beginning of October now, and there is still half a year away from that time.

Although I know that the time operation rules of this world are a bit strange, such as the inexplicable succession of Valentine's Days and the rapid transition from a summer beach in the last second to a winter snow in the next second, but...

Tsukiyama Asari turned his head, and the golden leaves outside the window were reflected in his clear eyes.

It shouldn't be possible that all the leaves of the trees will turn green overnight, and we will go straight from autumn to summer, right?

I can still rest for a while. The series of things that happened on the ship were really terrible. The red marks on my waist have not healed yet. I feel sore and painful when I do anything. I just wanted to use my points to buy some magical ointment in the system mall, but I learned from the trailer that something bad is going to happen

again while I was watching the forum. Now it's okay, I'll save the points for the guy Hagiwara Kenji who has the word "danger" written all over his body. The injury on his waist is not a serious one, and he will be fine after a rest.

The man who had been wandering outside for nearly half an hour under the pretext of getting water finally stood up and returned to the ward with a water bottle. The scene inside had long returned to normal.

The kettle was placed on the table, making a slight sound. Matsuda Jinpei did not open the lunch box he brought at Kasugawa Shugo's suggestion, as if he felt that he had to get the consent of the owner of the lunch box first.

"Mr. Matsuda, please eat first." Tsukiyama Asari tried to forget the awkward situation, showed a gentle smile to the man, took out the lunch box on the table and handed it to Matsuda Jinpei.

Although the two were familiar with each other, they had not met many times. In addition, he was about three years younger than them. Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji did not have the temperament of Date Kou that could make people call them "big brother" without scruples. Tsukiyama Asari always addressed the two of them with strange honorifics.

Seeing Matsuda Jinpei finally open the lunch box and eat seriously after thanking him, the worry in Kasugawa Shugo's eyes gradually receded. He squinted his eyes, detached from other things, and his first reaction after he could no longer feel the pain of the wound was dry mouth. So thirsty

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Tsukiyama Asari's eyes fell on his chapped lips following the chestnut-haired police officer's inner complaints. After mentally evaluating the wound on the police officer's throat, he reached out to pick up the cup next to him, poured a small cup of warm water, and then turned around to search in the drawer.

I didn't find the cotton swab.

Where can I get this thing? At the pharmacy, or should I ask the nurse directly?

The black-haired man thought for a while, and was agitated by the increasingly uncomfortable thirst in Kasugawa Shugo, so he simply dipped his index finger in some warm water and rubbed it on the man's dry and cracked lips. It

was his own fault anyway, so what?

The pale lips that had originally turned a layer of white skin were moistened by the warm water, and finally regained a little color, but distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. Kasugawa Shugo was even more uncomfortable with the feeling of having water on his lips but not being able to drink it in his mouth. However, he knew that he could not drink it directly in his current situation, so he could only frown and suppress the hot feeling in his throat.

After Tsukiyama Asari finally used her fingertips to apply all the warm water to the other's lips, the chestnut-haired man sipped the thin layer of warm water on his lips. After Kasugawa

Shugo finally sipped all the water, which was only a few drops at most, into his mouth and relieved one thousandth of the dry heat, the black-haired man dipped his index finger in water again and applied it to the other's lips, which were obviously much wetter than before.

This repetitive process was slow and boring. Matsuda Jinpei fell silent again strangely, and just lowered his head to eat. He felt that he didn't need to pay much attention to this. Tsukiyama Asari simply opened the system panel that he had just hastily closed.

[...Hmm? Is there something wrong with the way you two childhood friends get along? #Jinpei Matsuda with a dull face on the side#]

[dbq I really have visions of the warm daily life of a family of three. It’s so natural for them to take care of each other. It feels like an old married couple (crossed out), just like family. The other person has become a part of themselves. It’s a very natural and relaxed way of getting along with each other.]

From a certain perspective, this reply has touched on the truth.

Tsukiyama Asari feels that he has been trained by the forum to have a strong mind. Now he can remain calm when seeing these strange remarks. After all, there are too many pants thrown at the forum recently.

Previously, he appeared in the forum comics and directed and performed a Cointreau three-choice show mainly to obtain the qualification to stay in this world. Now that the qualification has been obtained, the goal has become to complete the character setting and work hard to get the personal achievements of each vest.

Anyway, this should be the last "perfect ending" task he does, and of course the achievement column must be perfect. The most important thing is that you can get points for completing these achievements. This world is really too dangerous. I always feel uneasy if I don’t save some savings.

It would be even better if there were enough to buy another artificial body for 003... Compared to the expensive artificial human that was destroyed right after it appeared, it was all because of me.

[Just know.]

'...Can you please stop talking at this time?'

Seeing that there was no reaction to the bold remarks on the forum, Tsukiyama Asari felt his cheeks were hot. He finally tried to be polite to that guy but was caught on the spot. I don't know if I should keep silent at this time. Why did I run out?

He pouted, suppressed his chaotic thoughts and the stickman that appeared on the panel in his mind, and finally calmed down to take a good look at the focus of the forum.

As expected, most of the focus was on Cointreau, which rarely appeared.

[Cointreau is Ai's protector. In this case, isn't it just another bottle of ginseng wine? On one hand, Bayonetta is eyeing Ai-chan, while on the other hand, she is taking out the protective wine that has already been used to protect Yazi. This wave of fighting is called internal fighting in the winery.]

["He is a very good person, and someone who should not be in the organization." → Ai-chan's original words. It feels like it is no longer ginseng wine. The juice is directly put into the wine jar. The red character is hiding in the black side.]

[#Ai sheds tears at the painting in her hand# In fact, from this scene, Cointreau means a lot to Ai-chan, even to the point where it can be compared with Mingmei. However, since her appearance, most of the time I think of her sister, and never think of herself as the protector. It's quite strange.

Is it because her sister is more important than Cointreau or something happened with Cointreau that Ai-chan now dares not recall him at all... ah ah, I wish I could travel back to the day when Conan ended]

[#Kasugawa Shugo lies on the hospital bed, his brows knitted, and his eyes look slightly dark as he looks at Tsukiyama Asari#Just now I was only paying attention to the scene of Wailing NTR, and now I remember one thing, Sweetheart Honey saw Cointreau's face, right, damn... I suddenly remembered a lot of details from before.

#Amuro Toru subconsciously made a defensive move to face Tsukiyama Asari# #Haibara Ai's pupils shrank after being helped up by Tsukiyama Asari#The eyes of the two people are so similar that anyone who has seen them will connect the two people, so when Asari just appeared, Toru and Ai-chan had this expression.

Help, from Shugo's perspective, the killer who suddenly appeared and forced him into a desperate situation had a pair of eyes exactly like his childhood friend, and cut his throat while he was distracted. And as a childhood friend, Asari must have known that he had a kidnapped brother... My mind exploded, okay! ! And Asari was there at the beginning, but Junto used his glasses to block the similar parts of his eyes.

Even if we meet, we should not recognize each other... Haha, let's just die with a knife. ]

These fragments of information are a bit scattered. Tsukiyama Asari vaguely remembered that when Yutani Mia was taken away by Gin, there was a familiar ID who said that he wanted to sort out the current clues, so he didn't turn it down a little bit, but quickly crossed the page, stopping at each longer reply, and finally found the previous ID.

[I'm here! ! I have dug up all the clues I noticed before, welcome to add:

1. Does Kundu know that Tsukiyama Asari is his relative?

I personally tend to know. Because of the picture book! Does anyone remember the album, the one that was sent to the bookstore by the "man wearing glasses and gloves, with red lips" (I can't help but think of the boss Wuwu when I mention the bookstore...) It feels like it was prepared for his brother, and the riddle is also a secret code between the two of them.

However, this statement is not completely true: maybe it's just a coincidence that he happened to send this album to the bookstore after returning to Japan, hoping that one day his family will have the chance to get this album.

And there is the sentence written on the title page. I am really curious about what the sentence that Tsukiyama Asari saw on the title page is. Don't forget to fill in the pit, old thief!

2. Does Tsukiyama Asari know that his relatives are still there, and they are the ones who sent the album?

I also know that, but what I know may not be accurate. I just heard the boss say that the man looked like me, and then said that he was very young, so I thought he should be his nephew.

3. Is Cointreau the brother himself or his child? This can be said on either side, and there are problems in both sides.

If it is the brother, then he is the same experimental subject as Sister Bay. In addition, what the kidnapper that Tsukiyama Asari met before said, to be honest, I don’t really want to review that part, saying "He is good-looking and can be sold abroad for a good price", which gave me some disgusting associations... Human trafficker Nisui!

But he later said that his brother had died in the fire. They must have sold his brother abroad, and he may have died in a fire a few years later. But they were so scared, it couldn't be that simple... Is it possible that those who participated in the kidnapping were retaliated, so the dealer was so scared when he saw Tsukiyama Asari?

If so, the brother might have blacked out at that time.

If it was the nephew, he was greatly influenced by his father and wanted to fulfill his father's wish to find his family, so he put the picture book in the bookstore. But why did he join the winery?

4. Did the two men recognize each other just now:

Kundu should have recognized Tsukiyama Asari, after all, their eyes were so similar. So his subsequent behavior can be explained as because he found out that it was his brother, so he did not choose to use the poisonous knife when he stabbed Shugo, cutting off all the ways of survival, and he also subconsciously concealed this matter on the helicopter.

Tsukiyama Asari probably didn't recognize him. The Cointreau glasses were too perfect, completely covering the curvature of his eyes and his body (I think this is a way to protect him in a subtle way. He wore another kind of glasses at the banquet before, which completely showed the curvature of his eyes. Tsukiyama Asari wasn't at the banquet, but the glasses he wore on the cruise ship covered the tail of his eyes, and Tsukiyama Asari was on the ship).

5. Do others know:

Bourbon knew... knock, this man... I was wondering why he was so close to Tsukiyama Asari at that time. He is indeed the first person in the honey trap of the winery. It is estimated that he went there because he found that the two people looked alike (I don't know if it was kept secret).

Shugo also knew about it, and was directly slit his throat by the people of Colossus Asari. Moreover, as such a close friend of Asari, he must have known that the other party had a missing

brother. Subaru Okiya's expression also looks like he knows it#Close-up of Subaru Okiya staring at the Cointreau on the top of the cruise ship#

I feel like Gin doesn't know. If he knew, Tsukiyama Asari would be in trouble... Is it possible that the past of Gin and Cointreau has something to do with Cointreau's family?

That's all!! By the way, Cointreau is really good for external use... What kind of famous painting is it that smears blood on the lips? Although the person is on the black side, he has a brother who is quasi-red. It's really 73 style. After the Red Mansion, there is another wave of red and black confrontation between the Tsukiyama family.

What is the Red Mansion?

Tsukiyama Asari tried hard to tighten her expression so as not to laugh abruptly in the quiet ward. The Legend of Zhen Huan, which has been replaced by Gin's face for seven years, can probably be replaced by the Dream of the Red Mansion with Akai Shuichi's face.

By the way, has Amuro Toru's identity as a public security officer not been exposed yet?

I wonder how many more videos of Gin and his gang will appear on that website after Toru Amuro is exposed. I am really looking forward to it.

The clues I planted have been found out, and the man's expression finally relaxed a little. He flipped through the forum a few more times before closing it.

Things over at Asuka Kirito will not start so soon. Just like what was said on the forum, the two men in black who just appeared seemed to be warming up for the theatrical version in April next year. In any case, it is not the style of comics to do the next one after the big scene.

I don't need to take care of Kasugawa Shugo, who is usually the busiest. Even if I have to deal with the psychiatrist, I have to wait until he can speak. Now I just need to lie in bed and be taken care of by people in turn. I'll take a rest for a while.

Focus on Suemitsu Sosuke, after all, that person's life progress bar has already gone through one-third. At least use the remaining two-thirds of the time to teach Edogawa Conan well.

Feeling that Kasugawa Shugo's thirst has been completely relieved, Tsukiyama Asari finally withdrew his hand and slowly wiped his fingertips with a tissue. He only felt sore in his waist and back, and his whole body was clamoring for rest.

This is not only because of the consumption on the cruise ship... More importantly, it is now the beginning of October. No matter what month it is, as long as it is the beginning of the month, it means one thing.

Cointreau is going back to the base for a "follow-up consultation."

He cannot feel the pain of the vest **, but the mental pain is linked together.

The fatigue that had been reduced several times slowly surged up from his limbs, making him want to curl up, but because Matsuda Jinpei was still in the ward, he could only continue to sit stiffly on the chair, maintaining a normal sitting posture.

Tsukiyama exhaled inward, pretended to be too tired and closed his eyes, and put the weight of his body on the back of the chair.

There were no restrictions. Yutani Miu was called from the safe house to the base in the middle of the night yesterday, and finally left from that place in the afternoon. After throwing himself on the sofa in the empty room, he could finally curl up without restraint.

He closed his eyes, but saw Nakamichi Emi's face the next second.

The woman with fine lines on her face squinted her eyes, still confused about what happened. There was a blood hole on her forehead caused by a bullet, and blood was flowing down like a fresh wound.

It seemed that even her breath was bloody.

He had learned a lesson from Gin a long time ago. As Cointreau, he could have solved any target neatly and fiercely in every mission, but he still couldn't stop the bloody faces in his dreams at midnight.

It's so annoying...

The man raised his hand and blocked the annoying light with his arm. His overly tired and drowsy brain turned dizzily for a few times. He only had time to underestimate in his heart, "What a garbage organization!" before falling asleep.

Yu Gu Miao rarely had a dream.

In the dream, there was endless darkness. When he stretched out his hand, he found that it was just a wall. The man seemed to have shrunk back to his youth. His short legs were covered with uncomfortable calf socks and his feet were wearing a pair of shiny leather boots that didn't fit his feet. The squeezed skin was slightly painful.

He couldn't tell whether it was the aftereffects of sleeping in the iron cabinet at the organization's base last night that still remained, or whether the clothes really didn't fit him.

The boy was wearing a very western-style black suspender shorts and a shirt with a small bow tie. The darkness in front of him gradually receded, and he finally saw that he was in a dim room with only a small bed. The only light probably came from the window at the top of the room that was fixed with wooden boards. Light was faintly visible through the gaps in the wooden boards.

If it were normal, Yu Gu Miao would not care about such a dream, and would just curl up in the corner and wait for himself outside the dream to slowly wake up, but this time...

The boy slowly stood up. The clothes on his body, like a young master, were completely out of place in the dim and simple room.

After shrinking, the window that was too high for adults was even more out of reach. The boy stretched out his hand, and a black ladder suddenly appeared on the wall, allowing him to touch the window with light.

The light finally came into view. The boy stretched out his hand with a purple bruise on the wrist and pressed it against the wooden board. His cold grey eyes, which were round and young, widened and looked out attentively.

The ground was green, and the window was just above the ground, providing the only light for the small room hidden underground.

He saw the garden, the base of the snow-white statue, and a pair of leather shoes approaching slowly.

The pair of leather shoes touched some kind of memory in the man. The boy in the dream suddenly widened his eyes, a chill exploded from his back, and a strong fear instantly swept through his body, even giving him the illusion of suffocation. He subconsciously struggled to retreat, but forgot that he was standing on a ladder.

The boy's cold grey eyes widened, and he tumbled in the air helplessly for a few times. The ground below him broke apart, revealing a bottomless black hole. The

terrifying feeling of weightlessness made the boy's heart beat wildly. He completely forgot the difference between reality and dreams, and just stretched out his hands in vain, but he really grasped something in the darkness.

The man curled up on the sofa finally struggled to open his eyes and let out a short breath, as if he thought he was used to the continuous nightmare. When he was about to take a deep breath to calm his pounding heart, he met a pair of eyes.

Yu Gu Miao was completely blown up.

The man who fell asleep without even having time to change his clothes suddenly leaned back. His reaction ability, which he was proud of, completely stopped working when he woke up from the nightmare. The fear in the dream spread directly from the illusion to the reality. It was not until he had nowhere to retreat and his entire back was pressed against the fabric in the corner of the sofa that Yu Gu Miao realized what he had grabbed while falling. It

was warm and soft.

It was actually the other person's hand.

He took a breath and threw away the warm hand that he was holding tightly in his hand. The action was almost wolfish. He

was really too tired. He didn't even notice that someone opened the door and sat next to him in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. If this was an enemy, his neck would have been broken in his sleep.

I shouldn't have given that guy Zhufu Jingguang the key to my house just because I was bothered by it! He

secretly complained like this in his heart, but the man knew that the reason for today's situation was that he trusted Zhufu Jingguang too much and didn't set any defense against him at all.

Who would have thought that he would be caught in a trap today, it's really embarrassing.

Yu Gu Miao covered his eyes with his arms in a self-destructive manner, trying to hide his somewhat exposed emotions behind his arms, but completely forgot about the scars left on his wrists a few days ago.

Zhufu Jingguang paused, and the hand that was previously thrown away by the other party subconsciously pinched the soft blanket on the sofa.

The man was probably really tired, and he didn't even turn off the lights in the room. The bleak white light made the red marks and abrasions on his wrists, as well as the purple pinholes on the inside of his wrists, even more horrible.

The man with blue cat eyes felt that the chaotic emotions in his heart were instantly punctured. He

had just finished his public security mission yesterday, and his heart, which had finally relaxed, was instantly brought up again because of the matter with Kasugawa Shugo. Later, when he heard Matsuda Jinpei asking the little boy who was present at the time about the other party's physical characteristics, he instantly understood from a few words who was the person who almost made his friend unable to wake up again.

The rage that had surged like a tidal wave suddenly had nowhere to go, because he knew that if Cointreau really wanted Kasugawa Shugo to die, the latter would never open his eyes from the ward.

His dagger, which was tempered with a deadly poison, could easily take his life, not to mention Cointreau's superb knife skills, which would not leave the chestnut-haired police officer's trachea intact.

But he still felt very upset. As a public security officer, he knew that he should pretend that he knew nothing at this time, and continue to be a quiet intelligence collector, using the half-truths provided by the public security and the not-so-difficult tasks arranged by Cointreau to exchange for the almost precious rewards from Cointreau.

It might be because of the boiling hot toddy that Jundu had a few days ago, that Morofu Jingguang allowed himself to walk into Jundu's safe house again at the beginning of the month and opened the door with the key given by the other party.

Whether Kasugawa Shugo did this unintentionally or intentionally, he had a lot of questions in his mind and just wanted to find that person to ask for clarification. Who would have thought that it was already early in the morning, the lights in the safe house were still on, and the person was curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

If he hadn't seen Yu Gu Mio's body rising and falling slightly with breathing when he walked in, and there was no obvious external injury, he almost thought that the person had fainted because of the serious injury.

The man curled up in the sofa, his cheek resting on his folded arms, which squeezed out a little roundness. The messy black hair and the coat covering his body cast shadows, slightly blocking the usually too sharp and aggressive facial features.

Perhaps only at this time, can you glimpse a little bit of a completely different look from the other person.

The smile did not reach his eyes and quickly retreated.

Something was wrong. Jundu was the most cautious and careful person. He would wake up if someone stood at the door. Now that he had walked to the side of the sofa, he only frowned slightly, without any sign of waking up.

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned.

His excellent observation ability allowed him to quickly catch a circle of restraint marks on the other person's wrist, as well as unclear bruises and other things on the back of the hand and the inside of the wrist. Before he could see anything else, the man suddenly began to frown and struggle.

As if someone was pressing on his heart in his sleep, Yu Gu Miao's whole body trembled slightly, his fingers twitched and tightened unconsciously, his eyelashes trembled, and his face showed a painful expression of being trapped in a nightmare.

Are you having a nightmare?

The man with blue cat eyes was stunned, and subconsciously reached out to wake the other person, but was grabbed by the man. The eyes that were almost exactly the same as his friend's brother opened completely in a few fierce struggles, revealing cold gray pupils that were blurred by nightmares.

After the gaze with fear that had not yet dissipated met his own, the man who had just woken up suddenly shrank back as if frightened. The violent reaction scared Morobushi Jingguang.

In the panic, the black hair that was always obedient was flying everywhere. Yu Gu Miao stared at him with wide eyes for a while, and actually covered his eyes with his arms.

If this guy had ears and a tail, it would probably be as frizzy as his hair.

This sentence suddenly popped up in Morobushi Jingguang's mind, and then he was attracted by the terrifying needle hole on the other party's wrist that was blocking his eyes.

When he grabbed that arm, he clearly felt the other party's body tensed up instantly, and even his back slightly arched, as if he was completely sure that he had grabbed his wrist and wanted to attack, and he was ready to defend against the attack that was about to come.

...What on earth is Yu Gu Miao thinking?

He couldn't even utter a kind of concern or a malicious pull.

Morobushi Jingguang suddenly fell silent at this moment, waiting for the other party to speak first, but he didn't expect that the other party was also waiting for his next move.

...What on earth is Morobushi Jingguang thinking, why haven't you made a move yet? I'm ready.

Yu Gu Miao looked at the other party with some disappointment.

In fact, after knowing that Morobushi Kagemitsu also appeared in Kasugagawa Shugo's ward, he estimated that he would be found by the other party, but he did not expect that he would come so quickly and just catch up with him from the base laboratory.

It can only be said that from Kasugagawa Shugo's perspective, he firmly believed that Morobushi Kagemitsu would help him get revenge after discovering this. Yutani Mia was ready for a fierce fight between the two of them when they met.

There was a faint sound of fabric friction in front, and the next second, the other party's warm hand grabbed the arm that covered his eyes. Yutani Mia instantly tensed his body, and the dagger was tied to his wrist with a special bandage, but if he fought with Morobushi Kagemitsu, he would not use this.

What will the opponent do next? Should he just pull his arm away or control himself first, such as dragging him to the ground and then raising his righteous gorilla fist.

He had already practiced in his mind how to beat him without hurting him... No, judging from his physical condition today, it should be Morobushi Jingguang who beat him to a pulp.

Hurry up and do it. I want to go back to sleep after the fight... Why haven't you made any move yet?

Yu Gu Miao finally couldn't help it, and silently peeked out from behind his arm to observe the opponent's movements, but he could only see the man's complicated blue cat eyes.

This look is quite familiar.

When Kasugawa Shugo grabbed Matsuda Jinpei on the helicopter, was the latter looking at him like this?

... No, after Matsuda Jinpei looked at that guy like this, he was forced to see a psychiatrist the next day.

Seeing that the other party really didn't move for a long time, the black-haired man pulled out his arm that was held by the other party, and choked out a breath from his throat. Only then did he feel that his heart, which had been trembling because of the nightmare, finally calmed down.

The words that Zhufu Jingguang wanted to ask were all stuck in his throat. He didn't know what to say for a while. The other party's expression after being stunned by the nightmare made him quickly recall the interrogation room a few years ago, and then he quickly rushed that picture out of his mind as if it was unlucky.

Seeing the trance in the cold gray eyes gradually retreat, he suddenly felt a sense of panic in his heart that if he didn't ask something, he would have no chance later.

Countless words that he wanted to say were swamped in his head. When Zhu Fujingguang finally looked up at the man, his somewhat confused mind only had a missing person photo that Amuro Toru sent him.

"Yi...Yong?" The man with blue cat eyes raised his hands slightly before speaking, with his palms facing the other party, as if to indicate that he had no weapons and no threats. His voice was hesitant, and a name that he had seen countless times since receiving the photo two days ago popped out of his mouth.

"Tsukiyama...Yiyong?"

The bright white light made it impossible for any emotion on Yu Gu Miao's face to hide.

There was still a lingering nightmare in his eyes, as if he was dragged into the next abyss by these few short words. His expression suddenly became clear for a few seconds, and he actually showed a moment of blankness and confusion.

The next second, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt the sky turn dark, and the back of his head hit the cold floor. He was directly pulled off the sofa and pressed to the floor by the man, with the tip of the dagger shining with cold light facing his eyes.

The man's sub-pupils shrank, and he reacted for a while before pursing his lips and trying to make his voice gentle, "......Is that your name?"

"It's not my name."

The cold voice seemed to be squeezed out from the throat, and the snow-white dagger, which was not poisonous, moved downwards a little, and the tip of the knife was even close enough to touch Zhu Fu Jingguang's lips.

Without the shield, this time the man with blue cat eyes finally faced a pair of cold gray eyes that suppressed surging emotions.

The man finally took off his gloves and was pinching his neck. His skin was cold. Zhu Fu Jingguang first felt like a piece of ice was pressing on his neck, and then he felt a slight sense of suffocation.

Probably because he didn't want to be stared at in this situation, he saw the other party pause and then slowly leaned down to avoid his gaze. The words squeezed out from between his teeth sprayed in his ears along with his breath.

"Say one more word and I'll cut off your tongue."

In fact, at this point, the answer to that question should be obvious.

How old should Yu Gu Miao be now? Morofu Jingguang looked at the other person's face obscurely, and gently brushed across the face of the other person who looked younger than himself, staying at about twenty years old. Finally, he felt the reality of the so-called dream drug of the organization.

Eternal youth.

Without any other thoughts or desires, the man just got goosebumps because of the meaning of this word. He was wearing a thick sweater but it seemed as cold as wearing short sleeves in the cold winter. It seemed that the other person's face in his sight was covered with a ghostly color.

How long did Cointreau stay in the organization, twenty years or thirty years? He probably still remembered what happened before he fell into the abyss, so he muttered the word "Mom" when he was completely disconnected.

He knew that his parents had been looking for him for ten years without stopping, and that they were still thinking about their first child before they were killed in a car accident. Did he know that his brother, whom he had never met, was still looking for him?

Morofu Jingguang was speechless for a moment, and it just so happened that Yu Gu Miao didn't want him to speak, so they were deadlocked on the ground in this hostile posture for a while, and the man with the eternally young face stood up and loosened the restraint on the other. His face looked very bad, and even his voice was cold and hard.

"Leave the key." He didn't put away his dagger. After standing up, he looked down at the man still lying on the ground, and all the emotions in his eyes were covered by coldness, "You, get out."

Well... it seems that he was completely pissed off this time. Zhu Fu Jingguang sat up in silence, watching the other party sit down on the sofa again after saying this, with his hands on his chest, as if he was going to watch him "get out". The man stood up helplessly and slowly stood up.

The vigilant eyes kept falling on him, but Zhu Fu Jingguang let him look at him and headed towards the kitchen opposite to the door.