Chapter 104: Past Events in a Foreign Country

[Great! ! I directly hallucinated a wounded black panther being rubbed by a blue-eyed black cat and was at a loss]

[I was thinking before redemption that Suemitsu was able to hold on every time he was sick. The thought that 'Matsuo Kazushi's matter is not over yet' must have played an important role. After the mission was finally over, I had no last thought about what to do. Now the teacher is focusing on Conan. He will definitely get better if he takes some rest, right? He will]

[He will, as long as there are no accidents later~] [Sure

enough, you should use a straight ball attack to deal with someone like Suemitsu. I suspect that the vice-captain also succeeded in getting promoted by playing straight balls] [ What's

wrong with the teacher? He was so good at patting his head and pinching his face before, but now he doesn't move when being hugged. Hug him back! ! ]

Suemitsu Sosuke didn't react at first, and then he didn't know how to deal with it at all.

The black-haired man raised his hand slightly, and subconsciously wanted to land on the head of Edogawa Conan, who looked nervous. However, he stopped before landing, forcibly changed direction, and put his hand back on the armrest of the wheelchair. The

hand fell back on the metal surface and squeezed the armrest, and the knuckles turned slightly white. Suemitsu Sosuke's dark red eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips pursed into a sharp straight line.

His expression and facial muscles were tense, as if the boy's hug was more difficult to deal with than a bullet.

The two of them were in a stalemate in the middle of the training ground for a long time. In the end, it was Edogawa Conan who put down his hand first, stepped back a few steps and stood still. The boy felt a little disappointed that he didn't get any response from the other party, and then he was covered by a strong sense of helplessness. The

hand covered by the scar couldn't help but curl up. Suemitsu Sosuke's eyes fell on the boy's face, and he quickly left as if he was burned. He raised the recording board again, pressed the tip of the pen on the paper, but didn't write any words. When he came to his senses, a small piece of ink had been spread on the paper.

"......Go on." He spoke, his voice was the same as before, without any emotion, and he didn't seem to have any thoughts about the boy's initiative to get close to him. He just continued his teaching task with a distance, "Run along the white line as fast as you can, I'll time you."

"Yes--"

Edogawa Conan was a little disappointed, and then he raised his fighting spirit again, stretched out his short legs and sprinted along the route pointed out by the man.

The black hair slid down as Suemiku Sosuke lowered his head slightly, blocking the dark red eyes that were always confusing, and also blocked the sight of the man standing next to him. The dark green

eyes with a sense of inquiry moved away in an instant.

Okiya Subaru pursed his lips, feeling that he seemed to have guessed the man's thoughts, and said nothing.

It was not until the evening that the cleaner, who had finished cleaning the house and spent a long time reading a book he had picked up at random, said goodbye to the owner of the house and left with Edogawa Conan, who was almost exhausted.

When he left, Suemitsu Sosuke had already written a long string of data records. It was estimated that he had analyzed the boy's situation in all aspects, and then arranged a training policy according to the situation.

Recalling the previous period of time, what he could see almost every day, that team of special police who were trained every day and screamed, Okiya Subaru's slightly sympathetic eyes fell on the back of Edogawa Conan's head through the reflective lens.

Sure enough, the boy's wails echoed in the training ground every day after that. If the sound insulation board installed in the training ground was not effective enough, the owner of this haunted house, Suemitsu Sosuke, would have been visited by the police sooner or later because of the report of a righteous passerby.

However, no matter how difficult it was, the little detective still showed up at the villa on time regardless of wind or rain.

A week later.

The sound of the gavel falling was like an old and heavy bell making a mournful sound.

Matsuo Kazushi no longer had the energy to care about his image. His chin was covered with sparse stubble, and he was shrouded in heavy fatigue. His already chaotic eyes were full of bloodshot. When he entered the court, the media who surrounded him and took pictures non-stop punctured the man's last bit of self-esteem.

He stood in the courtroom, hunched over, and looked like a completely different person.

When he was sentenced to life imprisonment, he suddenly lowered his head like an exhausted bereaved dog, then raised his ugly face again and searched the venue with malicious eyes, trying to find the man who had been wrapped in a black coat and wearing gloves.

Suemitsu Sosuke was at the back of the courtroom and met Matsuo Kazushi's sight.

The former did not continue to hide behind a layer of black cloth with a sick look as the latter imagined.

In fact, Suemitsu Sosuke was rarely seen wearing a dark grey suit, with a carefully selected tie that fit him well on his chest. The tailor-made suit outlined the man's tall figure, which was much thinner than before, and highlighted the straight shoulder bone that seemed to never break.

The man's dark hair was all combed back, revealing his dark red eyes like gems and sharp eyebrows.

The tiredness and sickness on his face had all disappeared, as if the once high-spirited captain had returned to the world again.

Looking into those bright and hot eyes, Matsuo Kazushita shrank back subconsciously, feeling like a rat peeking at the sun through a dirty sewer.

Both the trial and the other party's expression told him that he had lost miserably.

Everything in the prisoner's eyes that was originally a mirage collapsed completely, and his already turbid eyes were finally covered by a layer of despair that would never fade. He was taken away by two policemen in a trance.

Everything is over.

This thought was fleeting, taking away some of the dull, bloody things that had been squeezed in Suemitsu Sosuke's chest.

The long-lost sense of relief even made the man have a strange feeling of being about to float.

The people in the courtroom gradually dispersed, and he pushed his wheelchair out by himself, refusing all conversations and help from his former friends or colleagues. No one who had worked with him at SAT would bother him at this moment.

Suemitsu Sosuke pushed his wheelchair out of the court, stopped at an empty corner in the garden outside the court, and slowly finished a long-overdue cigarette.

This was the scene that the police inspector who received the recording he sent and was in full charge of the Matsuo Kazushi case saw when he finally found him.

The suit covered all the scars on the man's body. If it weren't for the wheelchair and the morbidity he inadvertently revealed, the man would be no different from before. The

man, who was already over fifty years old, stopped where he was, a little dazed for a moment.

Perhaps at his age, he will like to recall the past, and his brain will always turn over some distant images and unfold them before his eyes.

The first scene that came to Inspector Nagasawa's mind was a time long ago when his subordinate brought the less than eight-year-old Sosuke Suemikatsu to the office. The boy with round red eyes that had not yet grown up played with the handcuffs hanging on his waist when he was still a police inspector, saying that he wanted to be a police officer like his parents in the future

. Then there was the boy who had already started to grow up. When he brought the sad news of his parents' death in the line of duty, the boy, who seemed to have noticed it, just silently accepted the military medal that actually had no meaning and poured him a glass of water.

Before he could react, the son of his deceased friend grew up quickly, was admitted to the police academy, and graduated with incredibly good grades, becoming an unstoppable sun, and then suddenly... only a faint light was left.

"Suemi."

Suemi came out of his thoughts and when he looked up, he saw Nagasawa Akio walking towards him.

This Superintendent Masaru was also wearing a neat suit. He was in his fifties, and his temples had already turned gray due to his busy work, but his face still looked energetic. His eagle-like eyes suddenly softened when he looked at himself in the wheelchair.

"Superintendent Masaru Nagasawa." The man's nerves, which had been subconsciously tense because of his name being called, relaxed. He took the initiative to reach out and push the wheelchair and walked towards the man. His expression, which had been stern in the courtroom, gradually softened.

Nagasawa Akio took a few steps to the man, his eyes first rested on Suemitsu Sosuke's face, which looked in good spirits today. The relief in his eyes turned into a complex emotion of heartache when he saw his legs still covered with a blanket.

This middle-aged man who always had a stern face in front of his subordinates put one hand on the armrest of the man's wheelchair and squatted down, as if he was treating a child.

"Have you considered what to do next?" After staring into those dark red eyes for a while, Nagasawa Akio spoke with some difficulty. He stretched out his hand and covered Suemitsu Sosuke's right hand, which was lightly placed on the blanket, with his hand, which was already covered with a layer of wrinkles and wrinkles.

The police officer who was about to retire once lamented that his hands were too rough due to wrinkles and aging, and said that he was embarrassed to shake hands with young people at every meeting.

Now, the narrow, ugly scars and burns on the palm of the man who was more than 20 years younger than him felt even rougher than his.

"I don't have any ideas." In front of this elder who had watched him grow up, Suemitsu Sosuke couldn't let himself keep a cold face like he did with other people. He shook the other person's hand hesitantly without looking away, "Maybe... just stay here."

He tightened his grip on his hand.

"I've always hoped that you could come back." Nagasawa Akio's eyes, which had been polished by the years, were filled with tiny lights and expectations, as if he had made up his mind that he hoped that he could leave that lifeless house. "Just from your experience and abilities, you can definitely teach..."

He knew that for Suemiku Sosuke, leaving this place of great significance was more unbearable than anything else.

"Uncle Nagasawa."

The black-haired man interrupted the other party with this name that had not been mentioned for a long time. He lowered his eyes and finally lost sight of the other party. The sunlight shining on the dark red pupils was blocked by his eyelashes. His voice was much lower than before, "If necessary, I can sort these out. It's enough for use."

Nagasawa Akio was stunned by this name. The man saw something from the man's expression and eyes, and looked at the other party's face as if to confirm.

Suemitsu Sosuke smiled at him.

This former ace special police rarely showed such a restrained and gentle expression. The wind at the corner was always more urgent than elsewhere, which lifted the man's black hair. He curled the corners of his mouth, and his eyelashes were slightly trembling because of the wind.

It was hard to tell what kind of expression it was. Nagasawa Akio saw comfort, guilt, or something else in it, but those emotions were soon swept away by a wind that never stopped and disappeared.

"I don't have much time left." The wind was not much lighter than his voice. He was clearly telling about his own physical condition, but it seemed that the man in front of him, who was over 50 years old, was the one who needed comfort more. "I can feel it."

Feel the fear of life slipping away.

The progress bar above the card on the system interface is not just a cold process or number. As it moves forward little by little, it seems that something invisible is slowly peeling away from the body.

It's not a pleasant feeling to know the date of death. Every night when the mental illness comes, the so-called "death date" lingers in his mind like a bloody cross, like a warning bell of bad news.

There were a few moments when Nagasawa Akio was completely speechless. He opened his mouth and saw every night of struggle and suffering through the other's upright back. When he spoke again, he seemed to have aged a few years in an instant, "... Sometimes I really regret that I promised you that day."

He regretted that he agreed to Suemitsu Sosuke's request in the intensive care unit that night, and replanned the subsequent surgery, letting the child he watched grow up drag his broken body to survive, gasping for breath in great mental torture day and night, and watching himself slowly die in a clear mind.

On the early morning of July 12, when they finally found Suemikatsu Sosuke and his long-time partner in the lowest room of the factory that was not engulfed by the fire caused by the explosion, the latter was already cold.

It was a dressing room provided for employees of the pharmaceutical factory. There was a row of rectangular cabinets against the wall, large enough to accommodate an adult.

The deputy captain, whose back was already bloody, pressed into the iron cabinet and used his body to replace the iron door of the closet to block the only gap, turning the iron cabinet into an airtight protective shield.

When the rescuers came forward, the man who had already stopped breathing was still protecting the other person in the metal cabinet where the medicine was placed. Because of the violent movement before death, his body was very stiff. They took a lot of effort to pull the deputy captain's hand off Suemikuni's shoulder.

The man who was blocked in the metal cabinet had lost consciousness long ago, and his whole face was covered with blood. Some of it was splashed from the deputy captain's chest that was shot through, and most of it was still his own.

The bullet, which was fired at some unknown time, accurately penetrated the man's lumbar spine, and the rest hit his forearm, leg, and shoulder blade. The fragments splashed by the explosion were embedded in the man's skin, and even one piece barely avoided the temple and pierced into a very dangerous place in the head. The rescue team tried their best to move him out and sent him to the ambulance.

Suemitsu Sosuke had burns on his calves and arms. The aftermath of the explosion shattered his internal organs. His pulse was extremely weak before he arrived at the hospital.

Nagasawa Akio was his only elder and the leader in charge of this case. He stayed in the hospital all night and couldn't count how many critical illness notices he signed. The lights in the operating room were turned off at dawn.

When he saw his grown child being pushed out of the operating room with tubes all over his body and on a ventilator, this man who was already over fifty years old almost collapsed on the chair, tears welled up in his eyes, his mind was almost blank, and the look on Suemitsu Sosuke's face made him feel no joy of regaining what he had lost.

The elder thought that everything was finally over, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

The injury was so serious that every breath the man took seemed to be filled with blood. In less than a day, he was pushed into the emergency room again, and the light of life flickered on and off, and then on again.

What followed was half a month of continuous rescue.

Suemitsu Sosuke was rarely conscious, but as long as he woke up a little from his severe coma, he would be found.

Because it was too painful.

The huge pain during the treatment shrouded and tortured every nerve in his body. As long as he was a little awake, the man would inevitably be shrouded in this pain.

Hoarse and weak howls came out of his throat and ventilator. Every part of his body that could move was shaking. The more awake he was, the more intense the trembling caused by the pain.

Many times, before physiological tears could flow out of Suemitsu Sosuke's heavy, tightly closed eyes, his friends or colleagues who were watching over him were soaked in tears and could only cover their mouths to suppress the sobs in their throats.

Time and again, the rescue efforts turned from saving lives into torture, bringing not life to this patient who was already on the edge of a cliff, but increasingly severe pain.

Nagasawa Akio remembered that it was during the eighth operation, when Suemitsu Sosuke was taken out of the emergency room again, he hid outside to smoke and was found by the attending physician in charge.

"I think you can consider... giving up." The authoritative doctor had a hoarse voice. He asked him to borrow a cigarette, then squatted beside the flower bed and smoked with him without caring about his image. "To be honest, I don't dare to perform surgery on him anymore. This is not curing diseases and saving lives, but torturing him."

The doctor was tired because he had just finished a four-hour operation, but his eyes were full of guilt. He shook off the cigarette ash and his voice was trembling. "I can't imagine how much pain he is in. It's been fourteen days, day and night torture... How much pain he is in."

This doctor, who had performed countless operations, doubted what he was doing for the first time. He covered his face beside the flower bed and was unaware that his hands were burned by the cigarette.

Nagasawa Akio left in a daze and did not sleep all night. The next day, he found everyone who was familiar with Suemitsu Sosuke, trying to find out more about the matter.

Everyone who had seen the man in a coma, trembling, struggling, and wailing in agony while accompanying him nodded after a long silence.

All subsequent surgeries were suspended. The doctor bowed deeply after watching him sign the form, but Nagasawa Akio knew that it was not directed at him.

When the day comes when the condition worsens again, the man who has been struggling on the hospital bed for more than half a month will no longer be pushed into the operating room, but will finally be able to get rid of the torture and sleep well.

In the following days, Nagasawa Akio took annual leave, turned down all work, stayed in the ward, talked to the unconscious person, and occasionally smoked a cigarette in silence downstairs with the doctor.

Until the early morning of the third day, the man who had been in a coma for nearly twenty days opened his eyes.

The dark red eyes had long lost all their spirit, and were embedded in the eye sockets with a dead look, carrying lingering pain.

Suemitsu Sosuke did not seem to be fully awake, but he tried to open his eyes and look at the person beside the bed.

Nagasawa Akio did not know why the person on the bed actually opened his eyes at this time, but Suemitsu Sosuke obviously knew it well.

The constant, lingering pain beat every cell of the man. Under the catalysis of various drugs and pain, even if he was conscious, he was tortured to the point that he could not think. His brain was like a pot of porridge that was constantly stewed.

It hurt a lot, and he didn't want to wake up. Waking up would only bring him pain.

Most of his consciousness was occupied by pain, and the rest was divided into the chaos of illusion and reality.

In the chaos, Suemitsu Sosuke saw violent explosions countless times, and his companions were instantly annihilated in the flames. He heard gunshots and felt severe pain in his spine, head, and internal organs.

He wanted the person farthest from the explosion to evacuate, and gave up on himself who had completely lost the ability to move, but he was dragged up and kept running outside.

The man stuffed him into the iron cabinet, and without time to close the iron door, he simply let his body become the door.

The previous explosion caused the man's ears to tinnitus and temporary deafness, and he could not hear any sound. The fragments piercing his head and the heavy blood loss made his mind confused and his vision blurred.

The man was talking to him, but he couldn't hear anything clearly. He could only squint his eyes and try to make out the other person's lip shape.

"...Remember me..."

Remember me.

He asked me to remember him.

What does this sentence mean? Does he want me to remember why he died? Does he want me to avenge him and them, or does he suddenly feel unwilling before his death and want to be remembered.

...This bastard didn't even know how to make his will clear.

Anyway, remember him. How can I remember him if I can't survive.

Suemitsu Sosuke didn't know how long he had struggled, and finally split a clear crack in his chaotic brain, which symbolized pain, and tried his best to open his eyes.

.

On that day, that early morning.

Nagasawa Akio watched the man with catheters all over his body open his eyes, and then trembled because of the pain that was magnified several times by being awake, and the hand that was giving an infusion slipped.

The face was mostly blocked by the ventilator and various bandages, and there was unconcealable pain. Suemitsu Sosuke gritted his teeth to block the already weak roar in his throat, and just tried to turn his head and look at him.

Nagasawa Akio approached, did not hear the man's voice, but recognized his lip shape.

Something indestructible solidified in those eyes without any light, and every breath and the opening and closing of the lips seemed to be accompanied by pain and blood.

Even if every minute and every second, the flesh/body was tortured everywhere, even if every operation could only delay the death, even if the brain that was about to be defeated by the pain kept begging to end everything——

"...I want to live."

The author has something to say:

Thank you for reading.

As for why I wrote from 6pm to 1am today but only got 6k:

Because I became emo after sorting out the past and future of Teacher Moguang. I became emo to the point that I cried all night while talking about Teacher Moguang on the phone with my friends (in a trance).

In the morning, Taotao and I said that we must have a regular schedule and go to bed at 12 o'clock, but in the end, we were typing away together late at night.