Chapter 162: Birds and Light: Talking about the Day After

In the apartment where the lights were still on late at night, Morobushi Jingguang carefully removed the second bullet. Before he could find a chance to breathe from the treatment that required a high degree of concentration, he felt that the man who had been unconscious for a long time had woken up. Originally

, Yugu Miu had just lowered his head, and his consciousness trembled slightly with every movement. His breathing became more and more rapid, as if he was experiencing more severe pain than the wound on his abdomen. He suddenly began to struggle slightly, and even his hand that had been hanging on his side was trembling and raised, grabbing the clothes on his chest, and a faint moan came out of his throat.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's breathing became tense. He did not find any anesthetics or painkillers in the safe house. He could only cruelly treat the wounds of this seriously injured man while he was unconscious. Unexpectedly, before he could remove the last bullet, he woke up first.

"Jun..." When the first word of this code name was pronounced, the man with blue cat eyes stopped moving. He pursed his lips, and turned the names of 'Jundu', 'Yugu Miao', and even 'Yueshan Yiyong' in his mind, and then he said, "...A Miao, one last shot, can you hold on?" Without getting

any response, Yugu Miao didn't even realize that the other party called him a nickname that even the girl he raised since childhood had never called him. He just gritted his teeth and endured the pain that was equally shared by the main body and each vest.

Zhu Fu Jingguang pursed his lips, and picked up the tweezers that had long been stained with blood. After carefully disinfecting them with alcohol, he once again set his sights on the man's bloody abdomen.

He wanted to find something to hold Yu Gu Miao in place, fearing that the other party would suddenly struggle and tear the wound directly. He looked around but found nothing. In the end, he could only pull off his tie and try to tie the other party's wrists above his head.

When he grabbed the other party's thin wrist bones, he only felt a circle of rough marks. When he looked down, he found that they were red marks from being tied not long ago. The skin around the wrist had been rubbed off, and there were many fine strip-shaped wounds on the inside of the wrist, as if he had accidentally cut it when he used a sharp object to break the straps that tied him up before.

Zhu Fu Jingguang paused in his attempt to tie the man down, then he could only sigh helplessly and distressedly, put the already torn tie aside, and chose to hold Yu Gu Miao's wrists with his left hand, treating the wounds on his body with one hand.

As a public security undercover, he had also used one hand to roll up his clothes and treat his own wounds with one hand in Scotland. Using only his right hand did not have much effect, and now Yu Gu Miao could hardly muster any strength, and even the struggle was small, so the man easily controlled both hands.

"Hold on a little longer." Zhu Fu Jingguang soothed him in a soft voice, but his hands did not hesitate for a moment, and he used the tool to pinch the bullet head accurately. When the tweezers touched the foreign object that tortured the man so badly, Yu Gu Miao, who had already lost his strength, gathered some strength again, and a gasp that was even hoarseer than before rolled out of his throat.

The man with blue cat eyes was cruel, and took out the bullet without stopping for a moment. The moment he was freed, Yu Gu Miao's whole body arched, and all the hot breath he exhaled blew on Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand that was controlling him.

The public security officer had already prepared to be bitten by the opponent, but who knew that the next second when the hot air sprayed on his hand, the man, who had already blurred his consciousness, actually lowered his head and opened his skin, only biting Zhu Fu Jingguang's sleeve, suppressing the cry of pain that was about to come out in his throat.

The man was stunned for a while, and then he remembered that he had to apply medicine and bandage the opponent again. It was not convenient to wrap the gauze with one hand, and now there was no need to hold the opponent down. Zhu Fu Jingguang loosened his hand holding the opponent's wrist, and felt that his sleeve was still bitten in the opponent's mouth. He pulled it a little but the man didn't let go.

...It was really a bit strange and weird scene. The man with blue eyes unexpectedly thought of some small animals, and then suppressed this impolite thought with a smile and a little apology. He looked at the wound on the man's abdomen that needed to be bandaged urgently, and then whispered to the man who was obviously not very sober, "First... let go, it's time to apply medicine and bandage it."

After saying this, Yu Gu Miao seemed to be awakened by something, and realized belatedly that he had done something particularly embarrassing. He immediately loosened his teeth that had been biting the other person, then turned his face to the side and buried it a little on the surface of the sofa, not wanting to look at the other person's eyes with a gentle smile again.

The bite on Shuichi Akai was not a big deal, even if he bit off the flesh on his shoulder, it would have nothing to do with him, but... the black-haired man pursed his lips, ignoring his own little bit of double standards, and allowed the other party to apply medicine on his wound, and then wrap it up little by little with a clean bandage.

It still hurts. But it is much better than the severe pain of being shattered just now.

He took a deep breath, and felt that the bloody smell that kept coming up from his throat had faded a lot, leaving only a nauseating smell of rust. The man frowned, and before he could swallow it, he felt someone supporting his shoulders, half leaning on the back of the sofa, and his lips became hot.

I don't know when Zhu Fu Jingguang went to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water. After helping the black-haired man up, he also put the glass heated by the warm water against the other's lips.

Yu Gu Miao was not thirsty. He lowered his eyes, and his crow-like eyelashes drooped, hiding his cold gray eyes that rarely concealed the aggression, making his expression hidden under his messy black hair even more puzzling. This kind of almost meticulous care made him particularly uncomfortable. He turned his head subconsciously to avoid Zhu Fu Jingguang's gaze that made him feel uneasy and the glass against his lower lip.

"Rinse your mouth." The gentle man explained, and put the water in his hand to his mouth again.

The man with his head down realized that the other person was holding a shorter cup in his other hand. He paused and wanted to reach out to take the cup. Zhu Fu Jingguang did not mean to stop him and let him take the cup.

The moment the weight of the cup of water fell on his hand, he felt his palm slip, and the cup that his body could no longer bear slipped out of his hand. The man slightly widened his eyes, and before the water splashed on his hand, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had just let go of his hand, seemed to have expected this situation, and reached out to catch the cup that had only fallen a few centimeters away.

......?

Yu Gu Miao secretly gritted his teeth, and finally understood why he let go so easily.

Morobushi Jingguang obviously knew that he would reach out to take the cup and drink from it himself, and he also knew that even if he said "You don't have the strength to hold the cup now", he would not get a response, so he simply gave him the cup without trying to persuade him at the beginning, letting him experience what it meant to "have no strength to hold it at all".

This kind of behavior is simply... like treating people as children, but Morobushi Jingguang's attitude made him feel like punching cotton no matter what he said or did, and he had no idea how to deal with it.

When the other party raised the cup of water again with that annoying gentle expression, Yu Gu Miao slowly took a sip of water from the cup that was brought to his mouth. It tasted warm and slightly bitter and fragrant. He lowered his eyes and saw that this cup of "water" was not transparent.

I don't know when Zhu Fu Jingguang put some tea leaves in it, so that the warm water turned into a cup of light tea. He spat out the blood-stained water into the empty cup, and the rusty taste in his mouth was diluted by the tea fragrance.

This is the cup I use to mix cocktails.

Looking at the slightly turbid tea in the cup after mixing with blood, Yu Gu Miao added in his heart.

And it is the one I like the most, because the ice ball can be stuck in the middle position. When the wine is poured, the ice ball stuck in the middle will also rotate, flashing tiny spots of light under the light.

He looked away and finally asked in a low voice, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Yu Gu Miao's voice was very hoarse, and it was almost like a whisper. There was a barely perceptible tremor at the end of his words because of the pain, but he still maintained a cold and hard attitude. Knowing that the other party was asking him in disguise why he came here, Zhufu Jingguang looked at him and replied, "You take a rest first, and we'll talk later."

The man narrowed his cold gray eyes slightly, and he didn't seem satisfied with his response, "Let's talk now."

Knowing that according to this man's character, he would not put anything behind, Zhufu Jingguang sighed and simply stated his purpose, "Remember what we talked about in Boston several months ago with... uh... Bourbon?"

When he said the word Bourbon, the blue-eyed man felt a little embarrassed for a rare time. He looked away and shook his head at his childhood friend in his heart.

He did something punishable by torture, such as fainting and trying to kidnap someone's brother. It really makes people feel guilty to mention this name again... No, no matter what, this is not only his colleague but also a childhood friend. He can't think like that

. Morofushi Jingguang coughed twice, suppressed the guilt and embarrassment that emerged when he mentioned Amuro Toru, and explained his purpose as clearly as possible, "The Public Security Bureau hopes to cooperate with people inside the organization, so I came... to ask for your opinion. Sorry, I didn't come until today."

In fact, he hurried to the safe house after Amuro Toru came back from Boston and dealt with the organization's laboratory matters with the Public Security Bureau. However, because they got the laboratory list and the Public Security Bureau began to take action, both he and Yutani Mia, as the king, became busy quickly. A few months passed in a hurry, and they only really met now.

The blue-eyed man naturally took all the problems on himself. In fact, the public security has always been skeptical about cooperating with a code-named member who is guilty of bloodshed. There is no definite guarantee that this code-named killer will not leak their situation to the organization and will provide the public security with correct information. From this point of view, they naturally will not gamble with the safety of the public and their companions.

Perhaps only Morobushi Jingguang, who has truly felt the pain of the criminals trapped in the quagmire, will fully believe in the man in front of him who even has a sense of alienation in his hair.

He blocked all the pressure from the public security superiors and only said a simple sentence to Yu Gu Miao, "The public security hopes to cooperate with people inside the organization," as if to hand over all the choices to the other party.

Yu Gu Miao could guess the difficulties behind the sincere face of the man in front of him. He opened his mouth and said in a somewhat dry voice, "......My conditions."

"The Public Security Bureau will do its best to protect Tsukiyama Asari's safety, and you, when everything is over, you can..." Morobushi Jingguang quickly gave the answer to the question he guessed the other party would ask, but he was interrupted by the other party before he finished the second sentence.

"Only this." Yu Gu Miao coughed twice and whispered, "It's enough."

Just guaranteeing Tsukiyama Asari's safety is enough for him. He knew the attitude of the Public Security Bureau and guessed how much pressure Morobushi Jingguang had to bear to say these words.

The man widened his blue eyes, and his eyebrows instantly tightened because of the other person's words. He was about to say something else, but he saw the man close his eyes with a strong sense of fatigue.

So he stopped talking and just listened to the other person's breathing becoming smoother in silence.

Yu Gu Miao was indeed very tired.

The man in front of him who still had no intention of leaving no longer posed any threat to him, so the sleepiness that rose with the pain finally enveloped the already exhausted man, pulling him little by little, and sinking into the lake.

It was rare that this killer whose memory was only blood and darkness would dream of a good scene.

In the warm coffee shop, there was a sticky cream mushroom pasta and black tea with sugar cubes that had not yet melted. The boy who had consciously put sugar cubes in the black tea of ​​the man opposite him propped up his head. Even though he had grown up, he still had a little childishness on his face. The two looked at each other with almost identical eyes.

The seven-year-old white-haired boy stood on tiptoe and asked him according to his brother's wishes, "Big brother, do you want to go to the amusement park with us?"

The child's eyes were round and sparkling at this time, with the snow of early winter and the tender green of hope. He reached out and rubbed his soft white hair in a somewhat dumb manner, and then the boy suddenly disappeared like the surrounding scenery.

The sleepiness also receded along with the dream. Yutani Miao opened his slightly moist eyes and felt as if his chest was squeezed together by many things, bulging. He knew that this was not just his own feeling, but mixed with the feelings of Kasugawa Shugo who was far away at the mission site, Tsukiyama Asari who had not yet come out of the emergency room, and... Asuka Kiri who had already left.

It was a bit hard to breathe, and it was very hot.

The man tried to pull his collar in a daze, but someone held his hand with an irresistible force. Only then did he realize that there was a towel that was too cold on his forehead.

"Don't move, you have a fever." Morobushi Jingguang's voice came from above his head, and then the towel on his forehead was taken off, and the faint sound of water was heard, and the towel, which had become cool again, was placed on his forehead again.

Do you have a fever? No wonder my brain feels groggy...even my thoughts are tangled together.

Yu Gu Miao tried hard to open his eyes and found that he was lying on the sofa, and there was something on the floor next to him.

There was nothing in his house that could hold water, so what was he using to hold the washed towel...?

He leaned his head out of the sofa and saw a bottle standing upright on the wooden floor. It turned out to be a cocktail shaker placed on the simple bar counter. Now it had been twisted open and used as a larger water bottle. There were also a few round things inside, which turned out to be ice balls that he froze for cocktails.

...This guy really knows how to make the best use of things.

The man complained in his heart, and with a little effort, he turned his body to the side.

"Hey..." Seeing the towel on the other person's forehead slip off because of this action, Zhu Fu Jingguang hurriedly opened his mouth to stop him, but he still saw that the man who was always a worry turned his body completely to the side.

It seems that lying on one's side makes Yu Gu Miao feel safer than lying flat on her back. The man with blue eyes pondered and stopped the action of opening his mouth to stop her. He had turned off the lights a long time ago, and could only guess what the hedgehog was thinking now by the faint light outside. It seemed that they had returned to the same way they were before.

But now he didn't have the key that could allow him to enter and exit at any time.

Thinking of this, Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled bitterly. He looked at Yu Gu Miao's face, which was half exposed under her messy black hair, and her tightly pursed lips. He intuitively felt that the other party was not in a good mood.

It could even be said that she was... a little sad.

The man used the word "some" in a subtle way. This code member has always been introverted, and even he, a public security officer who can be considered an outsider, can sense that he is "somewhat" sad. He doesn't know what kind of shock and turmoil is stirred up in Yu Gu Miao's heart.

Zhu Fu Jingguang suppressed this discovery in his heart. He felt that he was not qualified to ask about such things now. He was afraid that if he went in too fast, the tragedy of being kicked out of the house would happen again. He could only pretend that nothing had happened and washed the towel again and covered the other party's forehead.

When covering him with the towel, his fingers accidentally touched his forehead, and he was instantly frightened by the still scalding temperature. With such serious injuries and a high fever, it would be safer to go to a hospital with professional facilities or even return to the organization's base than to stay in a safe house. The man mentioned this, but there was no response.

What else can he do but go along with it. He sighed, sat on the floor, and leaned his back against the edge of the sofa.

"You have a brother."

After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the other end of the sofa. It was the tone of a statement, and there was nothing to deny in this sentence. Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the other party, responded softly, and finally found out the source of Yu Gu Miao's bad mood.

Maybe he dreamed about the past events when he was half-hearted due to the fever, or maybe he met someone during this mission. Did he meet his brother in the building?

"Yes." The gentle man smiled and did not say anything about his brother Zhu Fu Gao Ming's current situation. He just picked out some things from his childhood, or things that happened when he had a quick meeting with his brother. He did not care about the cause and effect and the timeline, and just told people about it intermittently along with other topics, "My brother's personality is very different from mine... I feel like since I became conscious..."

"......It looks more mature with a beard. I had to shave it off after faking my death. I don't know when I can grow it again."

The man paused, "It's been a long time since I last saw him, but it doesn't matter to family members... No matter how long it's been, even if we've never met, it's the same."

After saying this obviously suggestive sentence, the room became quiet again. Morobushi Jingguang suppressed the smile on his face and turned to look at the man on the sofa, thinking he had fallen asleep.

He reached out to take off the towel on the other person's forehead, which was no longer cold, and then reached out to cover the man's forehead. The high fever had subsided a lot.

It looked like he was okay.

He heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly remembered that Yu Gu Miao didn't like any physical contact, so he quickly withdrew his hand from the other's forehead. Who knew that before he could completely withdraw his hand, the man who he thought was asleep suddenly reached out and hooked his sleeve.

Zhu Fu Jingguang froze.

The code member with his eyes closed grabbed his wrist with both hands, slowly pulled it towards himself, and then moved forward slightly as if tentatively, burying half of his face in the other's warm and dry palm.

Is this... No, it's probably just the effect of the high fever, just like before in the interrogation room, when he subconsciously pressed his hand against his own.

From this point of view, Yu Gu Miao is really like a small animal. If he gets close to someone, all the hair on his body will stand up. This kind of contact that he can evacuate at any time is probably the safest for him.

The man with blue cat eyes laughed a little. He rubbed the tip of the other person's nose with the palm of his hand and let the man use his hand as a blindfold.

Before Zhu Fu Jingguang could choose a convenient position, he heard the sound of a text message coming from his pocket. In the silent room, he shivered with fear. He quickly reached into his pocket with his empty hand and muted the phone. Wait

...

When he reached for his phone, he found that there was an extra thing in his pocket that was not there before and obviously did not belong to him. It seemed that Yu Gu Miao had stuffed it in when he was not paying attention not long ago.

The man took it out in a daze. Both the feel and the appearance told him clearly that it was a key.

It was the one he had returned a long time ago.

This, this really is...

He took a deep breath, and felt as if some warm liquid was flowing through his heart, taking away his original uneasiness and hesitation. The cat-eyed man put the key neatly into the pocket on the inside of his clothes on his chest, then turned on his phone to check the message he had just received.

As expected, it was from Amuro Toru, the only one who would send him text messages.

He didn't even fill in the name of the text message. After opening it, there was only a line of words without a beginning or an end on the blank screen.

[Xiao Wu is gone.]

Thinking back to the white-haired boy he had just met in the hot spring hotel, the smile on Morobushi Kagemitsu's face suddenly faded.

The author has something to say:

There are a lot of things I want to say.

I have received a lot of feedback recently, but I have been suffering from insomnia and isolation for a long time since I finished writing the ending of Xiao Wu, so I haven't responded much. I hope that this time I can express my thoughts clearly.

At the beginning, I also thought about whether to adjust the outline or change the ending of Xiao Wu that has been written. The final answer is no. This is the ending I have thought of since I started to conceive this article. After I officially started writing, I gradually improved it and completely put an end to it during the ten days of adjustment.

The chapters after Past Events in a Foreign Country are all developed according to the original outline. No matter what, it has been decided and will not be deleted or modified.

The card will be torn on the copywriting mark, and nothing will go wrong in the front. For the rest, just be prepared for the worst... Actually, for me, there is no difference between warnings in the article and spoilers. No matter which character it is, I don't want to warn in advance before his ending.

This is my first novel, and I may still have a lot of expectations for writing. I hope to use my own words to show the story of each character in my hand bit by bit, rather than reviewing the process with a known ending. The unpredictable ending is also part of the story. Because there was no warning, I received a lot of fierce words in the private messages on the other side, which was indeed unexpected... So I still said it.

So I am very grateful to all the comments section for being so friendly and cute even after being stabbed. I have read all the comments about Xiao Wu's character and their emotional catharsis. I will always love the comments section and everyone's comments. They are the driving force for writing.

I don't know how to comfort the baby who is very sad because he likes Xiao Wu. I can only say that in my conception, he was very relieved when he left. If he put aside all the worries about his friends and only thought about himself, it would be

best I also received some private messages and comments saying that they couldn't bear to read and decided to give up writing. I want to say that novels are just a seasoning for real life, and your mood is the most important. This is originally entertainment or a way to distinguish from real life. If this kind of entertainment puts you in a very painful situation or even affects your daily life, it is better to make the most comfortable choice for yourself. I hope everyone can be happy.

Thank you very much for those who are willing to read my not-so-good writing after more than 160 chapters .