Chapter 105 Past Events in a Foreign Country (1)

If a doctor were to judge, Suemitsu Sosuke is a miracle.

Now, the miracle man who was determined not to survive the winter lowered his eyelashes to hide the dark emotions in his eyes.

It was too real.

The background of each vest continued to refine under the powerful and meticulous rules of the world, becoming a living person, and even derived several tiny threads, connecting with countless other people. It

was difficult for him to regard this as just an identity or a card. It felt more like... I really spent decades like this. Whether it was the parents in Yutani Mia's background who had been searching for their children for more than ten years, or the elder in front of him who was already over fifty years old, no one could say that their pain was fictional.

Sometimes he even wondered, if they didn't have this ID card, would they have had an ordinary and peaceful life.

Suemitsu Sosuke tightened his hands and held Nagasawa Akio's old hands tightly. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He leaned down and softened his words, "I don't regret it." The

usually stern police officer was pressing his wrinkled face against his hands, his back trembling constantly, and his voice rolled out with tears, "You are like... my child..."

No one could be more distressed and guilty than him.

Suemitsu Sosuke understood this confusing and incoherent sentence.

He felt something pressing on his chest, and he couldn't breathe. He knew that no matter what expression he made, it would only make the man in front of him, who was like a family member, feel more uncomfortable. He just bit his lips tightly and sewed his face like a plaster statue.

For a long time, there was only a faint and old cry choking from his throat. When Nagasawa Akio stood up again, his back was hunched like a real old man. He put his rough palm on the shoulder of the man who had been silent all the time, and said, "...You can come to me anytime. Go, someone is waiting for you outside."

When Okiya Subaru and Edogawa Conan arrived, they only saw Nagasawa Akio's back as he left.

The man sitting in the wheelchair had his back to them. His sensitive senses had clearly detected the arrival of someone, but he didn't turn around.

[The dead knives suddenly began to attack me. Thank you... I really can't speak anymore, I don't even have the energy to type [wuwuwuwu] [wuwuwuwuwuwuwuhaha Captain hawuwu ah ah ah ah ah

Deputy Captain wu ... [What does "no time" mean? ! Knock, he is bound to die, right? Earlier, he was saying that the teacher was too arrogant and didn't hug Conan back. Now it seems that he is not arrogant... It's because he knows he is going to die. He knows how much pain the separation of life and death will leave, so he hopes that he and the boy will always maintain a distant teacher-student relationship, so that at least when he leaves, he won't leave too much regret for others] [The deputy captain... I didn't dare to take a screenshot of the scene where he cried to death. At that time, Suemitsu's eyes were still open. He watched the deputy captain die in front of him. I really can't stand it. Why is it so painful? The whole family is on the red side... First the parents, then the companions, and finally it will be my turn.] [Usually, the captain protects everyone, let's switch this time, let me protect you] [I really can't stand seeing some old people sad. He was the one who brought the news of Suemitsu Sosuke's parents' death, and he was also the one who brought the news of his teammates' death. He was the one who signed the critical illness notice. He almost sentenced his own child to death, but he personally pulled him up that day. After that, every time he saw him struggling in pain, didn't he feel that it was his fault...] [No? ! I don't really understand. To be honest, I really think that the phrase "Remember me" is a bit... selfish. The deputy captain really pokes me, but this sentence... when he said this, did he ever think about whether Suemitsu wanted to live or not. To let a man who had watched all his companions die, whose spine was broken (it seemed that both Suemitsu and the vice-captain knew that he would never stand up again after being shot), and who was even so seriously injured, live, isn't that forcing him to endure torture... Forcing him to suffer mental and physical torture every minute and every second, forcing him to struggle against death and finally get a brief respite, and then have to watch himself die again in a clear mind. These words are like a curse, which will trap Suemitsu forever. I really wonder if Suemitsu heard it wrong, or if he heard "Don't remember me" as "Remember me"...] After Okiya Subaru walked over, he first saw the man's wet eyelashes. That person has always been able to hold back his emotions, even the redness in his eyes, but his long eyelashes were stained wet by the thin layer of mist in his eyes, becoming the only evidence left. The previous speculation was finally confirmed, but Subaru Okiya did not feel relieved that he had solved the mystery. Instead, he frowned and looked at the man's thin cheeks with his dark green eyes. He probably really... doesn't have much time. Edogawa Conan lowered his eyes, but smiled when he raised his head again, and stuffed a large bouquet of flowers in his hand into Suemikatsu Sosuke's arms. Unexpectedly, he ran into a bright orange-yellow color like the sun. The usually calm man couldn't control his expression. There was a little confusion in his dark red eyes. He subconsciously hugged the dozen or so sunflowers wrapped in red, white and oak paper in his arms. The bright colors seemed to illuminate his eyes and half of his face. "Teacher." The little boy lay on the armrest of his wheelchair, smiled and leaned his face over, his eyes sparkling. ...When the little detective is not reckless, he is really an angel. Suemitsu Sosuke thought to himself a little slowly, the bouquet of flowers in his hand was so bright that it almost burned his hands. Then he remembered that Edogawa Conan had looked for his original form Tsukiyama Asari two days ago, and asked in a very embarrassed tone if he had any suggestions for gifts. "What kind of gift is it?" Tsukiyama Asari, who was in the Polo Cafe at the time, put down the things in his hands and asked, "Well... generally gifts are meant to be blessings, what kind of blessing do you want to give to the other party?" "Let me think..." Edogawa Conan scratched his hair with a tangled face, and then drank the juice brought by the black-haired man and whispered, "Be happy and safe..." Eh? Is it for Xiaolan?

"Then you can think in that direction, but it's also nice to give a gift that looks very similar to the other person." Tsukiyama Asari showed a somewhat sheepish smile, and obviously had already regarded the person the other person was talking about as Xiaolan, "Xiaowu once gave a clay figurine that looked very similar to me. It was very cute."

I didn't expect that the little detective was talking about me at that time... Then the reason for giving sunflowers can only be because of the latter. Is there such a gloomy sunflower?

"Thank you." Suemitsu Sosuke's dark red eyes flickered for a moment, then returned to calm. He pursed his lips, still leaning on the bunch of sunflowers in his arms that looked nothing like himself. After whispering thanks, he changed the subject, "Did you come to see me yesterday?"

He remembered that someone rang the doorbell at that time, but he was trapped by the buff of this body at that time, and had no time to pay attention to the other party. When he finally came to his senses, the little boy who hurriedly ran to ring the doorbell had already run away.

"Yeah!" Seeing that his kindness was accepted by the other party, Edogawa Conan smiled and nodded, took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to the other party, "Actually, it's because of this."

The letter was in a black cowhide envelope, bulging and looking a little strange. He first opened the handwritten letter inside. The letter was deliberately written in a very formal way, and it was difficult to recognize other things.

[Mr. Kudo Shinichi:

I have heard of your name for a long time.

My surname is Hanedani. This time I am writing to you to ask you to investigate the fire in the villa of my uncle Hanedani Hiroshi and find the treasures he left behind. The total commission is 1 million yen.

In the envelope are all the details related to the case, plane tickets and 300,000 yen. I am waiting for your arrival.

Hanedani Muneyuki]

The black-haired man frowned and instantly understood what the manga wanted to do. The scarred fingers deftly opened the envelope, from which a folded newspaper, a sealed heavy paper bag, and a plane ticket were poured out.

The destination was Boston, the United States.

The other two focused their attention on the newspaper, and did not notice that Suemiku Sosuke's eyes suddenly darkened when he saw the destination.

The newspaper was a second print, and it seemed that the original version had been around for some time and was not well preserved. There were always many black and gray shadows in the printout, making the already unclear photo even more blurred.

Occupying one-third of the newspaper was a villa that was on fire. The photo was in black and white, and the black and gray flames enveloped the villa layer by layer.

[On x month x day of xxxx, the famous philanthropist Hiroshi Hanedani was confirmed dead in...]

There was also a photo inside, which looked like it was taken not long ago, and the detailed address was written in Japanese on the back. In the photo, the black iron gate of the villa has been covered by vines, showing a strange feeling of desolation and dilapidation. The white high wall has long been covered by black smoke and dust, and it has merged with the iron gate in a lifeless way. From outside the iron gate, you can vaguely see the crazy weeds inside and the white sculptures with the same fate as the high wall.

"Thirty-one years ago?" The man smiled sarcastically as his soft and cool fingertips rubbed the time at the beginning of the newspaper, "Such a long time ago, and yet we suddenly have to investigate."

"I guess it's for the treasure that has never been found." The young detective put his hands behind his head, obviously having seen many such sudden clamors for the seizure of heritage, and dragged out his words, "But it's really interesting to investigate something that happened more than thirty years ago, isn't it?"

Speaking of the case, Edogawa Conan's eyes were shining, and he looked full of fighting spirit. This old newspaper from thirty-one years ago and the unsolved case have already aroused the boy's strong interest and desire for challenge. The boy stood on tiptoe and looked at Suemitsu Sosuke, his eyes full of expectation, "But I can't go, so I would like to ask the teacher to take me with you as a senior."

Suemitsu Sosuke looked at him and nodded.

The boy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked like he was about to jump up, and even the ahoge on his head swayed with his movements. Compared to this teacher, Edogawa Conan obviously thought more about it. Boston in October was not yet covered by the cold winter. After the case was over, they could stay for a few more days. It would be good to change the place and change the mood.

Okiya Subaru habitually helped him get on his wheelchair, as if he felt that this kind of rejection was no longer necessary. The man did not refuse, and let the other party push his wheelchair out.

"Are you going to see them today?" the man pushing the wheelchair asked. There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was asking about something very ordinary. "Come to think of it, I haven't seen them for a long time. Shall we go together?"

The other party's casual tone made Suemitsu Sosuke calm down. This matter was finally over, and he wanted to go and see it anyway. "Let's go together."

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Cemetery.

Since the beginning of October, there have been few cloudy days. Today's sunshine is particularly bright, and it is diluted by the cold air of autumn. It is warm and not scorching when it falls on the body.

After getting the boy's consent, the bouquet of flowers that was too bright was left on the stone table. Suemitsu Sosuke used the handkerchief he brought to wipe off the dust on it. There was not much dust on it. He saw many things on the altar that did not belong to him.

Perhaps those guys' friends and family had been here before.

He usually came here to wipe the dust off the tombstone with a handkerchief, and then stare at the beautiful mountain in the distance for a while before leaving. Today, three people came, and the time spent wiping the tombstone was much shorter than usual. Staring blankly was not a good choice.

It's time to go back.

Thinking of this, the man was about to speak, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure not far ahead.

The picture that appeared in the comics made him realize instantly that he was not wrong.

[Wuwuwuwu Sunflower...Teacher Suemitsu...Leave Sunflower behind. To be honest, I had a bad feeling when I saw that he didn't take Sunflower home]

[Why doesn't the deputy captain even have a name? At least let him leave some traces...Hey, is there someone behind that?]

[? ! ! [It seems to be the boss]

[Shit, the dead knives are attacking me again and again... Boss Anfu... This name is so ironic now]

[I'd rather be stabbed to death, are you here to sweep the grave of the little angel...]

​​It turned out to be Anfu Daming.

The bookstore owner who used to be a little fat has lost a lot of weight, his temples are gray, and he walks a little unsteadily, but the pain in his eyes has finally left, replaced by a more distant look.

Tsukiyama Asari had also come to sweep the graves before, and Suemitsu Sosuke quickly found the tombstone with the girl's name engraved on it not far away, and a fresh cake was placed on the altar.

Edogawa Conan was wiping the table surface with a small handkerchief conscientiously, and did not notice who was passing by. The man opened his mouth, but in the end he did not speak.

It's better not to disturb him now. Thinking of the case long ago and the scene when the girl was dug out of the soil, Suemitsu Sosuke felt that the knot in his heart swelled again.

"You guys go back." The man said, his voice was a little hoarse. Feeling the other two people's gazes looking at him in vain, he paused for a moment before explaining, "I'm going to see my parents."

The young detective lowered his stunned look, and then he realized that the teacher had been alone for a long time. He wanted to say something else, but Okiya Subaru held his shoulders. In the end, he just nodded and left in the direction he came from.

Because of the long time, his parents' tombs were located far inside. When he finally wiped the two tombstones clean, the sky had completely darkened, with only a bright line still stretched at the horizon, making the whole sky look like it was covered by a curtain.

Without anyone else around, the man finally relaxed in front of the tombstone for a while. When he came to his senses, he found that his face was cold. Suddenly, it started to drizzle, and soon the drizzle turned into a continuous rain curtain.

This was not good news for a wheelchair maker. The cemetery was paved with bluestone slabs, which became slippery after being wetted by the mild rain.

The wheelchair he customized had long been buried in the sea, and the new one had not been made yet. The one he was sitting on now was the most ordinary one, with no anti-skid features on the wheels, and even the base was not very stable.

He had wanted to use a random one until the new wheelchair was made, but now it was fine.

The place where he came from was a series of bluestone paved slopes, the slope was a bit steep, the surface was very slippery, and there were two bumps in the middle. This wheelchair could only be pushed manually. Suemitsu Sosuke struggled with it for a long time, and found that he really couldn't get on.

If he had known, he would not have let those two people go first.

The former captain, trapped by a small slope, could only wait for his original body, who was responsible for solving all emergencies, to come back from home after changing his clothes. The continuous rain had soaked all the cloth on his shoulders, as well as his hair and the blanket covering his legs.

Suemitsu Sosuke had already started looking at the antipyretic medicine in the system panel.

The rain above his head suddenly stopped.

The man was stunned for a moment, then he raised his head again and saw the umbrella cover of a black umbrella. The middle-aged man who had glanced past before was holding this black umbrella, which was very suitable for the cemetery, and tilted the umbrella cover a little towards him, but his back was wet by the rain.

Without asking any other questions, Anfu Daming pushed the back of the wheelchair with his free hand and pushed him steadily up the slope before speaking, "Do you want to go out?"

"Yes." Unexpectedly, he would run into the other person. Suemitsu Sosuke nodded, "Please."

There was no telling how many slopes there were from here to the entrance of the cemetery.

At first, he just walked towards the entrance in silence. Perhaps the cemetery is a place that naturally makes people show kindness to other people who come and go or feel a sense of shared fate. Less than five minutes later, the person behind him spoke first, "Who are you here to see?"

"Parents. And friends."

The man with dark red eyes answered. There was no sound on the other end for a while. After a while, Anfu Daming stopped temporarily and handed him a piece of candy.

In the continuous rain, Suemitsu Sosuke took the candy from the stranger, stared at it for a while, then quietly opened it and put it in his mouth. The

sticky sweetness quickly spread in his mouth.

"I came to see my daughter and my wife." The man who still had candy in his pocket said in a calm voice, "It's been too long, they can't be together, I went to see my daughter first and then go to find her."

Anfu Daming's voice was moistened by the rain, turning into a wet and gentle melody. The person in the wheelchair did not speak, but just listened quietly and seriously.

"In fact, when people get older, they will find that we have given death too much meaning."

Perhaps it has been a long time since I talked about these things with others. If I talk about such topics with friends, I will inevitably get looks of pity or sympathy. On the contrary, telling strangers who have had the same experience is just a casual conversation.

Anfu Daming was a little nagging.

"To put it bluntly. Death is actually... forgetting." He pushed the black umbrella in a little, as if he didn't want the rain to hit the blanket covering the man's legs, but his hair was mostly wet.

"Child, we all lost. But we didn't forget. Not forgetting means we will always be together."

Looking at the peaceful face of the middle-aged man, Suemitsu Sosuke bit the softened candy in his mouth and smiled at him.

The thing he had been worrying about did not happen. The bookstore owner who had lost his wife and daughter was still walking forward peacefully.

Before the smile left his face, a tangled black line in his head was suddenly pulled apart, like a thunder explosion, and even his heart was tightened and tangled.

"...Remember me."

A bloody voice came from his ear, along with intermittent pictures and lip shapes that were once indistinguishable.

In a place where Anfu Daming could not see, the face of the person who was smiling just now suddenly turned cold, as if he had seen something unbelievable, and everything in the depths of his pupils was shattered.

What?

If the character card had a resonance value, he felt that the big word [100%] would be on his head now.

Suemitsu Sosuke clenched his fists tightly, leaving a circle of pinch marks on his palms with his nails.

That guy.

The guy who protected himself in the iron cabinet and was willing to die.

The last words he left were not a request, not a curse for him to live with his own life, not asking him to remember hatred, and that last word was not even about himself.

It was just a word of comfort.

He used the last moment of his life, his last breath, to say to himself... comfort.

Just comfort.

"Thank you for listening to what an old man like me has to say."

"No, thank you too." There were tinnitus and hallucinations in his ears. Suemitsu Sosuke felt a vibration coming from deep in his spine. He responded to the man in front of him, but he felt that his soul was about to float out of his body. When he was about to reach the outside of the cemetery, he heard hurried footsteps in the distance.

He looked up hesitantly and saw Subaru Okiya hurrying over with an umbrella.

The man with glasses seemed to be relieved after seeing him.

I don't know what the man said to Anfu Daming. When he came to his senses, the wheelchair had been taken over by the person who just rushed over.

They said goodbye when they were about to reach the door, and after being pushed out of the cemetery by Okiya Subaru, he realized that Edogawa Conan was also there, and he looked like he had just rushed in just like that man. He

probably had gone back, but found that it was suddenly raining outside and hurried back again.

Suemitsu Sosuke nodded dizzy and could not seriously respond to the two people's caring actions, which made him feel a funny sense of guilt in his heart.

Countless phantoms suddenly exploded in his ears and eyes, like a bizarre nocturne. He felt tired and just wanted to go back and gather himself together as soon as possible to get through the fixed reserved program every night. But now he still had to brace his body and face to answer the boy's worried inquiries.

The journey from the cemetery to home was infinitely prolonged. When he finally saw the little boy waving goodbye and saw the gate of the still lifeless house, he felt a sense of relief as if he had escaped from the torture platform.

Okiya Subaru seemed to ask something behind him, and Suemitsu Sosuke heard his own voice saying, "I can take care of myself."

After that, he pushed the wheelchair into the house without even checking whether the gate was closed, and went straight to the kitchen, where he took out a pile of miscellaneous medicine bottles.

Usually, the buff that comes with this body will explode on time at ten o'clock. He has enough time to swallow these pills one by one according to the efficacy and time, and then lie on the soft bed and wait for the disease to subside.

Now, because of the solved riddle, the mental illness that was supposed to break out three hours later knocked on the door before the sky had completely fallen asleep. He only felt urgent, even to the point of being flustered. He

boiled a pot of hot water and took out a glass from the cabinet. The medicines that were arranged in order were all messed up because of the uncontrollable trembling of his hands just now. He could only try to get rid of the hallucination and put them in order again.

There was no time to wait for the water to boil, so he just swallowed them one by one.

Why use this character card?

Finally, he finished eating the best piece. Suemitsu Sosuke was choked and uncomfortable. He didn't care whether the water next to him was completely boiled or not, and he picked it up and poured it into the glass, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Even if he had no problems at all, and the current situation was all due to the annoying character card buff, he was about to be driven to mental breakdown by the endless outbursts and the increasingly strong resonance.

Before he could pick up the glass, the sound of bullets breaking through the air exploded in his ears, and there was even the sound of glass being pierced and shattered.

"Bang——"

The dark red pupils contracted instantly, but the eyes did not reflect the bullet that was flying at that moment.

Suemitsu Sosuke subconsciously dodged backwards, but by the time he realized that it was an illusion, it was too late. His arm hit the kitchen cabinet because of the backward movement, and he didn't know where the cold and hard edge hit his wrist. His whole arm instantly became numb and all his strength was gone.

The already heavy kettle in his hand slipped out of his hand and hit the ground with a terrible wail. The side of the base cracked into several pieces, and the water that had been bubbling inside for a long time escaped from the cracks.

The wheelchair hit the corner of the furniture. It was not as stable as the one specially customized before, and it actually fell backwards. He reached out to hold the countertop to stabilize his body, but forgot that there was a thin layer of water on the countertop. The smooth countertop only changed the direction of his fall and did not play any role in blocking it.

He fell to the ground, and the change in direction made his weak legs directly immersed in a large pool of water pouring out of the hot kettle. His pants were instantly wet in large patches, and his hand was also caught by the metal wheelchair, causing a subtle pain.

......Why can the illusion be so realistic, and even have dubbing? ?

The man was dazed at the messy scene, and finally buried his face in his palms with a tired look, feeling helpless and bored.

Playing such a vest is really a huge drain on energy, especially as the role-playing time gets longer and the resonance gets higher and higher.

The emotions that had been suppressed seemed to burst because of this ordinary fall. The man gritted his teeth and tried hard to block them back into his chest.

It's really embarrassing to be messed up like this by a fake buff.

Is the beach water on the ground hot?

He stretched out his finger and touched the water with his fingertips. His skin was a little numb from the hot water, but it didn't get burned.

The man didn't know whether the water had cooled down or he was fine. He stared at the ground and pondered for a while. Finally, he pulled out a "professional"

one-time consultation robot from the system panel mall to scan his legs. It finally gave the conclusion that "taking a hot bath is not considered a burn". The man stared at its two mechanical eyes for a while. He somehow saw the mockery in the three-no mechanical face. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and pressed it back into the system.

Who wrote the program? Why does it talk so weirdly? Forget it.

Anyway, my legs don't hurt and it's nothing. I'll wait for a while before getting up and cleaning up.

Suemitsu Sosuke leaned his upper body against the cabinet and exhaled a muffled breath from his chest.

When 003 noticed the situation here, he started to nag again.

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After sending the person to the door, Okiya Subaru did not leave in a hurry.

Just now, Suemitsu Sosuke looked a little strange. It seemed that he was dazed after talking with the middle-aged man, but he still tried to be calm in front of himself and Edogawa Conan.

He clearly saw that the other party's hands were shaking because he was wearing a suit and could not hide anywhere. In the end, he could only hold the handrail tightly to prevent this most honest physical reaction.

The gate of the old house closed in front of him. He watched the other party enter the house. After closing the door with his backhand, he stood outside for a while. Finally, he gritted his teeth, pushed open the gate that was not closed, and walked into the inner courtyard.

He was a little worried about the other party, but he also knew that Suemitsu Sosuke didn't like or even hate being entangled with others when he was sick. The graduate student wearing glasses hesitated outside the door for a long time, his fist was placed on the door, and he didn't knock for a long time.

Until a loud noise came from inside, followed by a series of sounds of things hitting the ground, Okiya Subaru's expression suddenly turned cold, he took out a piece of wire from somewhere, pried open the door directly, and rushed in.

Direction of the sound -

the man who had taken off his suit jacket fell to the ground. He raised his face from his palms after hearing footsteps, revealing a pair of dark red eyes mixed with shock and trance, and his legs wrapped in suit pants were immersed in the water powerlessly.

The beach water was bubbling up hot steam, and it was obviously not cold.

Thinking of the other party's solemn words when he left, the FBI ace agent felt like he was about to laugh out of anger. The pair of eyes that had been squinting were completely open, and the cold dark green pupils made his whole face cold.

"Can you take care of yourself?" He repeated the words in a cold voice, but his hands were unambiguous. He quickly picked up the man from the floor and quickly put him on the sofa in the living room.

Losing feeling in the legs doesn't mean you can get hurt again without restraint. The man could not imagine the miserable state of the legs, so he frowned and quickly untied the other's belt to take off his pants.

The man who had been silent and let him do what he wanted suddenly struggled at this moment, and the hand covered with burns tightly grabbed his wrist, trying to stop Okiya Subaru from taking further action.

"No burns, let go." Suemitsu Sosuke tried to speak in a convincing and stern tone, but the ending of the sentence was trembling, "Let go!"

Okiya Subaru was really amused this time. The part of Akai Shuichi and the identity he was using now were mixed together, turning into another kind of stern temperament. The reflective glasses blocked the darkness in his eyes, "You just said it's okay without seeing it?"

"I..." The other party was choked by this sentence, and he couldn't say anything for a long time. Okiya Subaru took advantage of him while he was still looking for an excuse. "Let go

!" The dark red eyes suddenly widened, and the man bit his lower lip tightly, because the hand that was pulling his wrist to block the movement was too strong, and it was even shaking slightly.

The man was very strong, but because of the long-term illness before, he had already consumed a lot of energy. Now it was difficult to exert strength in this posture. Subaru Okiya held him down like a fish on a chopping board.

Or a fish whose tail could not move at all.

The suit pants that became heavier than before after being soaked by water were thrown on the carpet. The dark green eyes looked over and quickly froze.

As he had guessed before, the leg muscles that had not been cared for since the paralysis had atrophied severely and became the slender appearance now. The skin was pale because of not seeing the light for a long time, and the bones at the knees and ankles were very obvious, even a little sharp.

More importantly... one of the man's legs, from the ankle to the knee, was covered with dark brown old wounds, large patches of ugly and uneven burn scars, and several crack-like wounds, and narrow scars left by being pierced by sharp fragments.

The man with these legs bit his lower lip tightly, turned his head to the side, and rubbed his forehead and half of his cheek on the sofa backrest. His hands tightly grasped the cloth cushion on the sofa, and even closed his eyes. His eyelashes, as black as his hair, trembled slightly, as if he had finally accepted his fate and let the other person look at his ugly skin.

"It's okay, it's not serious, just a little red." Subaru Okiya turned his eyes away from the eye-catching scar, briefly assessed the condition of the part of his leg that was soaked in hot water, stood up and walked towards the bathroom, "I'll go get a towel, don't move."

...Who can move now? !

Suemitsu Sosuke couldn't help but bury his face in the sofa backrest, bumping it twice in a very uncharacteristic way, wishing he could find a place to bury himself right now. It

's too shameful, and embarrassing.

His ears hidden under his black hair were so red that they were about to bleed, and his hands were about to tear the sofa cushion apart. He felt that the emotions that he had finally managed to hold back were instantly shaken by this series of suffocating scenes, and he was about to lose control again.

Subaru Okiya found a few unopened towels in the bathroom, and filled a basin with cool water.

Afterwards, with a try mentality, he actually found frozen ice cubes in the refrigerator, poured an appropriate amount into the basin, and returned to the living room with the basin of water that was slowly turning from cool to icy.

The man still maintained the posture he left, but when he walked closer, he could see that his whole body was trembling slightly.

Was he sick again, or...

Subaru Okiya thought of what Matsuo Kazushi said when he pulled off the man's gloves bit by bit on the helicopter.

Just like he didn't want others to see the scars on his hands, this senior who always had a strong sense of self-esteem didn't want others to see his weak legs now, especially someone who had seen what he looked like before.

The man with glasses twisted the towel soaked in ice water until it was half dry, and applied it to the red skin on the other's legs, but what he was thinking about was the blanket that the man had been covering his legs with.

These layers of thin cloth seemed to have transformed into a protective shell or a fig leaf for him, so that he could cover up all his unbearable and broken sides, and drown out all the pain he was suffering all the time, along with his scars.

Subaru Okiya sighed.

He remembered the man's eyelashes wet with tears, his still cold and hard face, his knuckles that had turned white, and his lower lip that was almost bitten. When he spoke again, his tone had changed to Subaru Okiya's.

"I suggest you don't keep forcing yourself to hold it in." He applied the remaining towels to the rest of the other person's body in the same way, not avoiding the scars or lingering for too long.

"If you suppress your emotions for too long, they will only get worse. It's better to just let them out .