Chapter 172 Blooming Tomorrow

This symptom...

Kasugawa Shugo, could this guy have been injected with the drug he has been tracking down?

Matsuda Jinpei even stopped breathing for a moment.

A week ago, the black curly-haired man had a quick meeting with his good friend from the same period whom he had not seen since the funeral. Kasugawa Shugo, who always liked to wear bright-colored clothes, wore a black outfit that day that looked lifeless.

It was not a loose, everyday black hoodie or long-sleeved shirt, but a formal suit, even the tie was black. There was a large dark spot under his eyes, and his face was pale. He looked very tired. He was huddled next to the vending machine, drinking a can of concentrated coffee. He didn't know where he had just come from, and his suit was wrinkled.

Matsuda Jinpei walked over and pulled the model worker who looked like he could faint at any time to the chair next to him. The man who usually acted coquettishly when he saw him just smiled weakly at him, and then poured all the coffee in his hand into his mouth in one breath, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

The man took off his sunglasses and hung them on his collar, and did not take the initiative to talk. He had heard the news from the General Affairs Office almost every once in a while in his office that morning, so he naturally knew why Kasugawa Shugo was wearing such serious clothes.

It was another funeral.

Compared to them, funerals were almost like a seasonal mission for this man who always had colleagues leaving.

Matsuda Jinpei had vaguely heard them talking about this, it seemed that the man was caught off guard when catching a drug dealer, and was stabbed by the injection hidden by the drug dealer. The entire tube of illegal drugs was injected into him, and he died before the backup arrived.

'He was in great pain when he left, and his fingers were clenched. 'The chestnut-haired man whispered as he brushed his already somewhat messy hair back. Then, as if he recalled something, a self-deprecating smile appeared in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. 'I was still... not there. '

When he arrived, everything was gone. It was really similar to the time with Asuka Kiri.

Matsuda Jinpei lowered his eyelids and reached out to gently rub the other person's hair, which had not been washed for a long time and felt a little strange.

The drug injected seemed to be the drug that Kasugawa Shugo had been tracking down since his hot spring trip. It seems that this kind of drug is basically linked to hallucinations, and the symptoms...

the symptoms are exactly the same as the chestnut-haired man in the current video.

Ha... If it really is this kind of drug, what should he do in the future? That guy... was lucky to be alive, but even if he was saved, he would have a series of unbearable sequelae, and it would be impossible for him to continue to be a policeman.

What would that guy who valued his own value more than anything else think...

Fragmentary memories flashed through his mind, and Matsuda Jinpei finally came to his senses. When he raised his head, he saw Takeda Daiji's calm face.

Hagiwara Kenji next to him stared at the screen motionlessly, his face was also very ugly. He took a deep breath and warned himself many times in his heart to calm down, but his fingers were shaking all the time. He slid several times before pulling the progress bar back to the front.

The camera was still shaking slightly.

"Mr. Officer, raise your head so they can take a good look."

It was a man's voice, similar to the one heard in the background before. Hagiwara Kenji frowned and said, "Around forty years old. Doesn't look like a drug dealer..."

The man with semi-long hair found that his voice was trembling slightly when he spoke.

He pinched his arm hard, and the pain brought him back to a little clarity. Now is not the time to panic. Matsuda Jinpei followed the other party's words and saw that the hand that appeared on the screen was wearing professional protective gloves, and the exposed half of the arm was full of muscles. It did not look like a drug dealer.

The eyes of several people were focused on the familiar man in the video, trying to find some clues. The meticulous search made the miserable situation of the chestnut-haired man on the screen more detailed.

Matsuda Jinpei stared at the screen, his internal organs aching, and he refused to blink even once. He didn't want to look away from Kasugawa Shugo's face for even a second, as if he could share the pain this way.

"Woman, about thirty years old." The sound of a slap echoed in the car, and the bloodstains and redness on the chestnut-haired man's face in the back of the video finally found their source. Matsuda Jinpei stared at his friend on the screen, who kept tilting his head to one side due to the huge force, and whose mouth was pried open so that blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. His voice was terribly hoarse when he spoke.

This kind of pain is actually nothing for these policemen who are often injured, but compared to the pain in their bodies, what is more unbearable is this kind of wanton humiliation.

The man with black curly hair gritted his teeth and pulled back his fist a little, barely suppressing the anger and shock that was about to explode in his body.

"She doesn't look like she's in the same group as the person next to her." Matsuda Jinpei continued to add. He did not miss the obvious subconscious avoidance movement of the person next to her when the woman in the video reached out her hand. "... There is no trust between them." "

There is a history of drug abuse." Takeda Daiji, who had not spoken a word, finally spoke. His eyes paused on the face of his junior, and then moved to the woman's exposed arm.

Thin and pale, these are still obvious features.

The camera shook more violently, and the man holding the mobile phone stepped back a little, including Kasugawa Shugo's hand hanging above his head in the picture.

Hagiwara Kenji was stunned for a moment by the sudden zooming out of the camera. Before he could figure out the reason, he saw the woman with only her arms exposed tracing the chestnut-haired man's cheek with her fingertips, sliding down a little bit, and then pinching the man's already scarred neck while moving.

Kasugawa Shugo's breathing became rapid, and his hands tied above his head began to tremble. The expression on his face became more and more painful and dazed due to lack of oxygen, but he couldn't even dodge backwards.

The semi-long-haired man gritted his teeth and cursed softly. He felt cold all over, and even trembled in the air inside the car that was hotter than outside.

"Thirty... minutes?"

A hoarse voice came from the side. Hagiwara Kenji looked up in a daze and followed the line of sight of the man who spoke. He saw Kasugawa Shugo's bloodstained hands twirling the rope. His index finger was shaking slightly because of the pain, but the shaking of the other fingers was different.

The man's index finger, with worn fingertips, tapped the surface of the rope little by little.

Matsuda Jinpei stared at the seemingly regular movements of the other's hands and subconsciously muttered the word "thirty minutes".

"Hey, what's there to discuss? Just look at my signal when the time comes."

This sentence is probably the most common thing said by the six people who give the instructors the most headaches in the police academy. In the boring and tedious training on weekdays, only the troublemakers come to relieve this boredom.

Abnormally spicy curry, drinks with chili powder or a lot of vinegar, candies wrapped in a layer of sour powder... Usually one of them suddenly buys it and hides it in his sleeve to show it to everyone except the target.

In this case, it is impossible to communicate directly, and usually they will use secret signals when they are not paying attention. The frequency of Kasugawa Shugo's finger tapping is...

'Ahem. 'The blond-haired, dark-skinned top student in the police academy showed a colorful package from his sleeve, and then pointed at the defenseless blue-eyed young girl in front of him, and mouthed to the black curly-haired classmate with marks all over his face who was sleeping behind him, 'Give this to Hiro after class, there are still...'

His fingers tapped the back of the chair a few times in a row.

......

'Jinpei--' The chestnut-haired man who was running around the playground panted and followed behind Matsuda Jinpei, 'I can't do it anymore. If I run again, I will die on the playground. Besides, it's the middle of the night now. We will be caught by the instructor if we run around the playground sooner or later...'

'You said you wanted us to help with the training. 'The man who was grabbed by the collar said with a sullen face, 'Who do you think wants to stay up late at night and drag you to run laps... How long did you run tonight? '

'I practiced today...'

'Hey! Those two people on the playground! Which class are they from? ! '

Kasugawa Shugo and Matsuda Jinpei looked at each other, and ran in the opposite direction of the sound with great tacit understanding, hiding themselves in the shadow of the flowerbed beside the playground. The

chestnut-haired man panted and didn't dare to speak. He could only reach out and use his wet fingertips after wiping the sweat on his forehead to gently tap the arm of his friend who was still dragging him to practice in the middle of the night.

......

'Shugo, what did you do during lunch break? You didn't even come to eat. 'As soon as Date Ko had spread out the textbook in his hand, he saw his chestnut curly-haired classmate rushing in and knocking him down into his seat.

'I went to make a phone call,' Kasugawa Shugo replied as he was looking for something he needed for this theory class.

Upon hearing this, Hagiwara Kenji's radar started spinning. He leaned over with his head propped up, an ambiguous smile on his face, 'Is it the man who called you on the rooftop that day?'

Furuya Rei looked at his expression and twitched his lips hard.

In the end, he deliberately imitated the chestnut-haired man's incredibly gentle expression at that time, but because he tried too hard, he looked like the miserable male protagonist in an extremely exaggerated soap opera.

'No, it's another younger brother. 'Kasugawa Shugo found it funny and reached out to push away Hagiwara Kenji's face that was leaning towards him. Matsuda Jinpei looked at his childhood friend from the side and sneered with ridicule and disgust.

'My younger brother is very well behaved. He is ten years old this year and is only as tall as me.' He casually gestured at his chest, 'But he has been growing taller recently. Maybe he will be taller than me when he grows up.'

'Shugo, have you prepared the things you need to hand in next class?' Morofushi Kagemitsu, who had been looking at them with a smile, suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask with a little worry on his face.

'This, it's almost done. 'The chestnut-haired man who called Asuka Kiri just to ask him to help him look for something patted his chest and said proudly, 'I'll write out the paper version in this class, it only takes...'

Just at this moment, the teacher opened the door and walked in. Kasugawa Shugo, who was about to skip class, suddenly snorted and just knocked on the back of the chair with his hand.

Matsuda Jinpei propped up his head and watched the man's movements, and nodded in understanding.

This gesture means...

'There is

still...' 'I practiced today...'

'I'll write out the paper version in this class, it only takes...'

thirty minutes.

The man finally squeezed a little smile on his face.

Kasugawa Shugo left them a secret signal! He knew that this guy would not give up so easily.

Kenji Hagiwara wiped his face vigorously with his hands, and the things that were originally stuck in his throat finally melted a little. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and signaled to his son to rewind the video a little.

"Car." The man with half-long hair quickly interpreted the code from '30 minutes' before. Several of them liked sports cars, but Kasugawa Shugo was the only one who loved motorcycles because that guy hated the smell on the car and said that he still liked the feeling of riding a motorcycle and it was easier to breathe fresh air.

When Furuya Rei heard this sentence, he complained beside him that in addition to fresh air, it was also easy to eat dirt.

So every time they gestured to the car, they would hook their little fingers downward, like a little man vomiting, symbolizing a classmate who doesn't like riding in cars, and the motorcycle was a little man leaning slightly to the left. Because

when you eat the dust that rolls up, you have to spit to the side.

"Mountain." Matsuda Jinpei took over.

"Car, 30 minutes, mountain." Takeda Daiji frowned and repeated these words, "It's a 30-minute drive from the camping site where he was captured to where he is now."

The eyes of this man who was already a little older were slightly brightened because of this information, as if he was instantly much more energetic.

"Bought it." Hagiwara Kenji continued to look down. As if to torture the abducted policeman, the woman kept tightening her arms, making him feel the near-death feeling caused by suffocation again and again. However, the longer she pinched the other person's neck, the more information Kasugawa Shugo could convey using the camera that could currently capture his own hands.

Matsuda Jinpei's mouth was almost straightened into a straight line. Even if he focused all his attention on the code sent by the chestnut-haired man, he could clearly feel the torture that man was currently suffering, "People."

"The people who were bought?" Takeda Daiji put the two words together, and was a little confused for a moment.

Those codes in the police academy were originally formed naturally in the process of getting along with each other. There couldn't be many professional vocabulary. The man in the camera could only use limited words to piece together the information he wanted to convey.

"The buyer..." Matsuda Jinpei repeated the word, and then immediately remembered something, "...Hire soldier?!"

"Yes, hire soldier!" Hagiwara Kenji clapped his hands vigorously, "The way Shugo puts together this word is really..." They

were a little hesitant at the beginning, but after they mastered the rules and Kasugawa Shugo's magical way of putting together the word, they were able to decipher it much faster.

"Ten."

"People."

"More."

After Hagiwara Kenji frowned and read out this string of words, Matsuda Jinpei quickly understood what he meant, "It seems that he only saw ten people with his own eyes, but they have contacted other people."

"Medicine."

"Very big."

"House."

"Medicine? Does it refer to this illegal drug or is it simply a modifier..." Takeda Daiji muttered, the cigarette in his hand was about to burn his fingertips, but the man did not shift his attention there at all, "A very big pharmacy... factory... They are making pharmaceuticals!"

The pharmaceutical factory is a 30-minute drive away from the campsite, so the scope is reduced... No, it cannot be said to be reduced, it can be said that the target can be directly and accurately locked.

He quickly contacted the team members standing on the mountain searching for clues and the team members in charge of information processing in the General Affairs Office, and asked them to lock down the locations that met the conditions.

After the contact, the man's heart, which had been hanging in the air, had not yet had time to relax

a little, and he saw on the screen that the junior he had been leading for seven years was injected with the familiar drug. It was the same drug as the policeman who died a week ago, but the former was injected too quickly and soon stopped breathing due to the severe drug reaction, while Kasugawa Shugo was injected slowly.

Takeda Daiji watched in a daze. The joy of locking down the target had not yet risen, but was covered by another kind of creepy fear and pain. It was not until he felt a stinging pain in his fingers that the man realized that his fingertips were burned by the cigarette butt.

"Sweet...?"

The man who was pressing the cigarette butt into the ashtray in front of him paused because of Matsuda Jinpei's words, and subconsciously asked back, "What?"

Matsuda Jinpei raised his head, and Takeda Daiji realized that the police officer of the explosive/ordnance/disposal team had red eyes and bloodshot eyes, but his expression was extremely calm, as if frozen.

He opened his mouth and repeated the words he caught on the other's finger when Kasugawa Shugo was injected.

"He said... sweet."

Takeda Daiji hurriedly moved closer, watched Kasugawa Shugo screaming in pain in the screen several times, and finally suddenly laughed.

"......Fuck!" He cursed, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, with a layer of tears in his eyes because of the false joy, "This kid is pretending, that thing is not a drug at all."

In this dark environment, those complacent guys can't see it, but in the video, all the details are infinitely magnified. How can he, who has been dealing with this kind of thing for decades and has watched so many videos, not see it?

The pupils are dilated, but the deepest part is still normal, because there is a place that humans cannot pretend, no matter how much they perform, they can't change it.

He covered his face, wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, and asked hoarsely, "Did he say anything else?"

Hagiwara Kenji's mouth was already rusty due to the huge bite force just now. He squinted his eyes and saw the words behind, and was a little amused.

"I'm smart."

"He said he's smart." He lowered his eyelids helplessly. His spirit, which had been tense and painful with the other party, seemed to be comforted by this joke-like code. "This guy... If he was really smart, he wouldn't have been caught."

How did Kasugawa Shugo do it? In this situation, he still had the time to pass the code to comfort them who saw this video.

The man with semi-long hair smiled, but felt a sore and numb nose. He could only lower his head in a wolfish manner, and tears fell silently, spreading on his arms.

Matsuda Jinpei continued to look at the screen. The video was about to end at this time. The woman who had been watching from the side came forward to check Kasugawa Shugo's pupils, and then stepped back.

Kasugawa Shugo's hand reappeared in the screen.

"Boy."

He explained, and the video quickly gave a shot to the boy who was tied up next to him.

"Almost. The police officer's friend should also be a police officer? How about this, since there are two people here... I'll just let one go."

"So, whoever received this video, which one are you going to leave behind? If you have made up your mind, just text me. As for the deadline... before the blood of Kasugawa Officer dries up."

Following the woman's voice, Matsuda Jinpei quickly read out the last message from Kasugawa Shugo.

The man's face was slightly smiling because of the sentence "I'm smart" just now, but it quickly faded.

"Save him, first of all. '

Author's words:

Thank you for reading

Have you noticed that the chapter name has been changed

I feel that because of Xiao Wu's departure and the chapter name [Melting into Spring], everyone's comments are all entangled in the issue of card tearing, so I think it's better to change it Changing

the chapter name is not a guarantee... The previous chapter's words made it very clear that I don't want to give you spoilers, whether it's card tearing or safety I changed it

just because the previous one used to be a card tearing or something in the comments no matter which chapter, the original intention of changing the name is just to let everyone not cure the chapter name and keep talking about card tearing and read the content with peace of mind, not to make any promises......

(Because I was scolded in a private message before, I am very angry now, so I came to explain... If it is not as expected, don't take this as a promise and say I am a liar or something...

(slip away)