Chapter 174 Tomorrow's Bloom (2)
Settle down and marry Fumiko. At that time, he even laughed at his friend whom he had known since childhood, saying that love can really make a wolf become a dog.
Ikawa, who always had a bad temper, just glanced at his outspoken friend and did not punch him like before. After saying that, Iwama realized that he had said something wrong, so he just smiled at him and changed the subject.
As a friend who grew up with Ikawa in that place, he had met Fumiko a few times.
Those who were born and raised in this messy gray area either grew up to be mercenaries like him and Ishikawa who would do anything for money or joined some forces, or they had no outstanding abilities and their health was in a bad state due to long-term heavy and trivial work.
Fumiko was the latter. To put it bluntly, their gray area was also controlled by many forces, and it was impossible for people who were born and raised here to leave casually. If they really wanted to leave, they had to pay a high "ticket fee". He heard Ishikawa say that Fumiko ruined her health just to save money to take her mother out.
During that time, Ikawa often asked him to use various channels to help find some medicines that could only be prescribed in hospitals that they could not go to. When delivering the medicine, he would occasionally see the woman who helped his friend "turn over a new leaf".
Her eyes were very round, even round with a childish look, and her chestnut hair was curled and draped over her shoulders. Although she still had the lingering shadow of people who grew up in this place, she liked to laugh very much, and when she laughed, light could burst out of her black and round eyes.
After about a year, I don't know why Ikawa protected her more tightly, and he didn't even see her once. When he met his friend who was about to leave again, Ikawa suddenly changed his attitude and said that he would not leave and would stay here.
Iwama didn't understand clearly at the time, and subconsciously asked about Fuminako's situation, and got a light-hearted reply.
"Dead."
He didn't know how she died. Her health had improved, and she was finally leaving this place to live a normal life. She should be more energetic than before. Iwama didn't figure it out for a long time, until he saw that Iwakawa was getting more and more ruthless when he took on missions, and then he vaguely had a guess.
It was probably related to some enemies that would definitely be provoked by being a mercenary.
Iwama pulled out all his related memories and took a look around. He remembered that Iwama had not let Iwakawa enter his house for several years, and even covered the windows with black cloth. He thought that this widower was isolating himself at home, but it turned out that he had a child hidden at home!
Thinking of this, he felt a lump in his throat. He turned his head again to look at the familiar round eyes of the policeman he had just beaten, and then looked at the mandarin orange eyes of his partner for more than ten years. He felt like his head was going to explode. "Thank you so much. We were on the road for so long, couldn't you give me some hints as their father? You really let me do something to Fumiko's child? I'm really in big trouble..." As
he spoke, he and Ikawa looked at Kasugawa Shugo who was searching for usable weapons on the fallen people not far away. He was surprised that the only similarity between this police officer and his friend was the color of their eyes.
In other aspects, he looked like a copy of Fumiko, except that Kasugawa Shugo had obvious masculine features and a sharp face. If it wasn't for the fact that he was her child, it wouldn't be a big deal. But if it was confirmed that he was Fumiko's child, and then comparing the two, he was a carbon copy of that woman with a good personality.
Iwama thought of the wicked things he had done in front of Ichikawa just now, and kept swearing under his breath, muttering, "You'll have to beat me to death when we get out."
Just at this moment, the chestnut-haired man packed his things and looked over at him inquiringly. When he raised his head, his curly hair fell to the side, and the shadows hid the overly sharp curves on his face, making the face look a little younger. The bleak light blurred all the details of the face, and the round eyes were even more black in the shadows.
Ichikawa paused and immediately turned his head away, his movements were almost wolfish.
The mercenary friend next to him, whose worldview had been shattered today, pursed his lips, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.
This policeman, when he was a child, was probably 90% like his mother.
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