Chapter 160: Asuka and Light

The white-haired boy deliberately made his tone very light and slow, just like every time Asuka misted and added "brother" after the surname of Hagiwara, to address this half-long-haired police officer who was more than ten years older than him but whose personality was not as stable as his, but his expression was completely different. There

was a slightly playful smile in his eyes, and the expression and the words that came out of his mouth gave people a feeling that was separated, as if he didn't want to waste energy on performing at all, and just casually performed a poor imitation.

Kenji Hagiwara's eyes widened suddenly because of this title. Before he could react, he saw the smile in Asuka Mizuki's eyes suddenly faded. The boy uttered a sigh that was very different from his handsome appearance, and with a cold face, he raised his foot and stepped on Bomoer who was still trying to struggle.

The heel of the canvas shoe rolled over the man's face. After the vocal cords were cut, the man couldn't speak at all. He could only try to make a "ho ho" sound with blood foam. The boy narrowed his eyes and carefully looked around the wrist that he had just shot through. After confirming that this talkative guy really couldn't even write a word, he looked away.

The semi-long-haired man subconsciously looked down in the direction of his movements. Before he frowned at this almost insulting movement, he first noticed the boy's feet, which were almost covered in blood.

It looked like it was just bandaged hastily, and the strips of cloth that were torn off from somewhere were covered in blood, and the color of the fabric could not be seen at all.

Although he knew that the boy could not feel any pain, Kenji Hagiwara still felt a little annoyed when he saw it. He took out a roll of gauze from the pocket on the side of his combat uniform and

said, "Rewrap it." He wanted to bandage the other party directly, but before he left, he felt his hands empty, and the roll of gauze he had just held had fallen into the hands of the white-haired boy.

After grabbing the gauze directly, Fei Niao Wu frowned and kicked Bomor, who had just been stepped on, to the side. He obviously felt a little dizzy, and his hands and feet were a little weak. It seemed that the researcher had shown no mercy when drawing those tubes of blood just now, as if he wanted to drain him dry. If he

didn't bandage it, he would probably faint before operating the control panel.

Thinking of this, he bent down as if he was in a hurry, and rudely pulled off the cloth strap that was originally tied around his wrist. The flesh around the wound that had been stuck to the cloth was torn apart again, and the wound that was finally blocked by coagulated blood began to bleed again.

"You..." Hagiwara Kenji felt his eyebrows twitch, and veins on his forehead were about to burst.

He had never spoken much before, because he didn't know how to get along with this person in front of him who was so strange, but had the face of a child he had watched grow up. It's not that he couldn't accept it, but he was a little...uneasy.

Bomor's words of sowing discord a long time ago were probably heard by the boy in the corridor at that time. Hagiwara Kenji's head was overwhelmed by too much information. He really couldn't think of how to explain it for a while, and he was afraid that he would say something to hurt the white-haired boy who already bore too much malice.

Now, seeing what the other party did, the man threw all these knots out of his head due to the rage that surged in his heart. He felt like he was watching his good boy being a gangster and fighting outside without taking care of his body.

He finally understood how angry Xiao Zhenping was when he received that phone call from him that showed that he didn't care about his life at all.

This, this attitude of not caring about his own body at all, is really infuriating!

The furious police officer opened his mouth to say something, but then he remembered that no matter what he said, this guy with a completely different personality from Fei Niao Wu wouldn't listen. He frowned, and simply picked him up by the waist and put him on the cabinet used for corridor decoration.

The flower pots on top had been swept away when Asuka Mizuki knocked down the men outside the corridor. After

putting the man down, Hagiwara Kenji immediately reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, where a half-piece of cloth that had not yet been completely torn off was still stuck. Seeing the bloody and miserable scene, he gritted his teeth and carefully pulled the cloth down bit by bit.

Asuka Mizuki only then reacted. He didn't dare to struggle at all, fearing that the policeman who had just been shot in the shoulder would be directly injured by him. He waited until he sat down on the platform steadily before trying to get down from it with a grim face, but he was held down by someone before he could move outside.

He looked up in a daze and saw Hagiwara Kenji's face with obvious anger and his finger about to poke his nose.

"No matter you are 124 or Asuka Kiri, I am half your elder and your brother. I didn't call you that for nothing." Hagiwara Kenji gritted his teeth and grabbed the other's ankle, and tapped the other's nose with his index finger, "Sit back down!"

He didn't care about the other's reaction at all, and put all his attention back to the boy's ankle that was almost shot through by a bullet, and held his hands full of blood.

This injury... will definitely cause a root cause of illness in the future.

Kenji Hagihara had seen Asuka Kiri subconsciously avoid using this foot to exert force when walking, but her movements were still smooth. He thought it was just a scratch from a bullet or glass fragment, but he didn't expect that after taking off the bandage, he saw a bloody hole that almost went through the entire ankle. He was stunned and almost immediately realized what the injury was.

He pursed his lips, his whole face tensed up, lowered his head and carefully wiped the area around the wound with a piece of clean gauze, and then bandaged it again with gauze.

After putting back the remaining less than half of the gauze, Kenji Hagiwara finally realized what he had just done. He coughed lightly and looked up at the other party, but found that the white-haired boy was squinting his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, or arguing with someone.

In the end, it seemed that the dispute had finally been answered. The boy tilted his head, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. The expression on his face that had finally become more lively disappeared, but his eyes had changed a lot. The eyes illuminated by the light from outside were quietly filled with a kind of cold sadness.

But this sadness was more like for himself.

Hagiwara Kenji was stunned, and subconsciously felt a panic, as if someone had grabbed his heart and rubbed it vigorously for a few times. His whole chest was blocked and painful. A thought flashed through his mind, and before he could catch it, he saw the white-haired boy blinked twice, and the thin layer of sorrow that was as thin as moonlight disappeared.

"You just..." The feeling of not being able to catch that thought was very uncomfortable, and the half-long-haired man subconsciously felt like he had lost something. He subconsciously asked, as if he wanted to get some ideas from the other party's response.

"I'm just arguing with someone." Asuka Kiri replied.

Sure enough, I was not wrong, it looked like he was arguing with someone. So 124 can talk to Asuka Kiri? Hagiwara Kenji pursed his lips. He had only heard about different personalities before, but he never thought that he would be able to see it with his own eyes one day, and that person was right in front of him, communicating with himself. This feeling was a bit magical.

Before the half-long-haired man could figure out anything from the response without any extra information, he felt a weight on his shoulders. The white-haired boy suddenly came close and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Hagiwara-san."

Because of the bandage just now.

The sentence 124 was so accurate that Hagiwara Kenji was a little dazed. He subconsciously thought that Asuka Kiri had returned, but when he turned his head to look at him, he still saw a slightly playful face and eyes without any extra emotions.

After saying that, he jumped down from the cabinet, but this time he used the other uninjured foot to support the ground, and did not hurt the side of the ankle that was pierced by the bullet.

The white-haired boy was cut by the blade on the back, but he was not seriously injured. However, his sweater was torn into several holes, revealing the pale skin underneath. Coupled with the blood stains that half of the clothes were wet, Asuka Muji felt like he could go out on the street to pick up scraps. His eyes fell on the shoulder of the semi-long-haired police officer, which he had just hastily bandaged. Then he retracted his gaze and reached out to the short-haired girl next to him who was worried, "Clothes."

Suzuki Sonoko was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was holding a sweater that had long dried in her arms. It was full of the common smell of cheap laundry detergent, the kind that Asuka Muji had picked up from the utility room in the bathroom before.

The short-haired girl looked at her sweater, which was still clean after all that had happened, and Fei Niao Wu's clothes, which were almost completely stained with blood. Then she realized what the other party wanted to do and quickly handed the sweater over.

In a panic, the cute sweater chain that was given as a gift fell to the ground, and the exaggerated metal decoration next to the plush ball hit the ground with a crisp sound.

The white-haired boy did not rush to take the clothes the girl handed over. He took off the thin sweater that was stained with blood, revealing his thin waist and scars all over his back. One of the scars almost went through the boy's entire back, extending from the left side of the curse-like number '124' and sinking all the way to the lower back.

The scars that Asuka Mizuki tried hard to cover up seemed to be nothing worth hiding for 124.

Suzuki Sonoko, who was facing the boy, moved the old suture wound that she had just subconsciously left on his abdomen, and moved the sweater in her hand a little towards him.

The white-haired boy took it and quickly put the sweater with a high collar back on, covering up the marks again.

The soft sweater fell, blocking the view of Edogawa Conan who was standing behind the boy. The boy pursed his lips. Even though he had guessed it before, he was still shocked by the fact that the other person had more scars than he had imagined.

Not only were there scars from experiments, many places looked like knife wounds left after fighting with people. And the attacking posture that was very similar to Cointreau before...

The boy immediately linked the two together.

Asuka Misaki... No, 124, he probably started to receive this kind of training when he was in the laboratory. Just like what Bommer said just now, the organization hopes that he will become the next Cointreau.

After changing his clothes, the boy was in a dilemma. The thin sweater in his hand, which was already stained with the blood of some unlucky criminal, belonged to Tsukiyama Asari and was his favorite. Although he didn't know if it could be washed clean, it felt a bit of a pity to throw it away.

But it would be embarrassing to hold it in his arms. Asuka Kiri looked down at the clothes in his hands and was in a dilemma.

"Little..." Mao Lilan pursed her lips, not knowing what to say for a while, and simply reached out to take the bloody clothes. She had been worried about what kind of injury Asuka Kiri had suffered to get so much blood on his clothes. She was vaguely relieved when she saw that he had no wounds.

This scene is quite like a couple of children who don't know how to make up after a quarrel. Fei Niao Wu couldn't help but complain in his heart. He casually took a photo of the surroundings with his obviously low-battery mobile phone and tilted his head and said, "Follow them."

There was still time, so he would send them out first.

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to rush in the direction of leaving. As soon as he took a step, he heard a sound of metal chains shaking, and it seemed that he stepped on something.

Fei Niao Wu looked down and saw the sweater chain that the short-haired girl accidentally dropped on the ground when she handed him clothes.

Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help biting her lower lip.

Although Mao Lilan and Edogawa Conan said helplessly that this thing was too cute and didn't match Xiao Wu when she bought it, she felt that the sweater chain matched the sweater she gave with her handkerchief the best. In addition, the dead fish eyes of the fur ball used to decorate the cute sweater chain were slightly similar to Xiao Wu, so the girl bought it after struggling for a long time.

Although she knew that the boy now was not Fei Niao Wu who took the gift from her and put it on his neck without hesitation with a gentle smile in his eyes, the girl still lowered her eyes when she saw the sweater chain dropped in the corridor, and her eyes were a little red.

I'll pick it up when I pass by...

Thinking this way, before Suzuki Sonoko could regain her spirits, she saw the white-haired boy who stepped on the sweater chain bend down, casually hook the sweater chain with his fingers, and then lower his head to reveal his slender white neck.

He raised his hand and put it back on his neck.

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