Chapter 183 Tomorrow's Bloom

Jinpei Matsuda slowly moved away the concrete slabs and bricks that were about to bury the man, finally letting the sunlight shine into the "cave" that the man had supported with his flesh and blood under the ruins.

He opened his mouth to say something, but fell silent after seeing the situation inside.

The man who protected Kasugawa Shugo had closed his eyes. After losing those eyes of the same color, he could not find any similarities between him and his own child. He used his strong arms to support the wall behind him, and his back arched, forming a semicircle. Unknown weight of concrete blocks and bricks pressed on his lower back. The man's muscles bulged, and he held them up with brute force. His panther-like body made the man below him look unexpectedly small.

Matsuda Jinpei said no more, but found a small saw blade part from the small toolbox on his back, and installed it quickly.

The police officer installed the mini electric saw with his flexible fingers, but his eyes did not fall on the equipment in his hands, but carefully observed Kasugawa Shugo's leg pierced by steel bars.

At first glance, Matsuda Jinpei felt as if his heart was being pulled. The cloth on the opponent's calf was completely soaked in blood and dust. The part that the cloth could not absorb dripped onto the ground, forming a pool of black blood, which slowly flowed out along the uneven ground. The skin and flesh at the pierced place were turned out, and it was a bloody mess.

He took another careful look, and then he could see the wound clearly through the torn cloth. Although it looked horrible, the steel bars were not disturbed too much inside, and there were no signs of tearing on the wound, so it should not have much impact on the tendons and bones.

In this situation where everything was collapsing, it was a miracle that the wound pierced by the steel bar could still maintain this degree without secondary damage.

After installing the extremely small tool in his hand, he leaned in, put the saw blade on the steel bar, covered his hand on Kasugawa Shugo's knee, and touched it down inch by inch with a soothing meaning, "I'm going to saw the steel bar now, can you hold on?"

The chestnut-haired police officer responded in a low voice.

Matsuda Jinpei pursed his lips. His friend was particularly silent at this moment. He just quietly wrapped his arms around the neck of the mercenary who was protecting him tightly. As if he had a premonition of something and wanted to leave something behind, he pressed his blood-stained and tear-stained cheek against the other's and rubbed it slightly.

When the high-speed rotating saw blade fell on the steel bar held by the black curly-haired police officer, Kasugawa Shugo, who had been silent all the time, twitched slightly and a faint cry of pain came out of his throat. Matsuda Jinpei tried his best to ensure that the steel pipe would not shake too much because of the saw blade falling on something. After finally sawing off both ends of the calf, a thin layer of sweat was already on his forehead.

He was more nervous handling this thing than defusing a bomb.

"Shugo." The elite police officer at the blasting site dismantled the stopped mini electric saw and put it back into the toolbox. When he spoke again, he used his position to reach out to the mercenary who was still carrying all the collapsed objects. The man's body was still warm, but he had already lost his vital signs.

He calmed down and said in a drier voice than before, "We're leaving."

The chestnut-haired man was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes, and gently rubbed his father's still warm cheek for the last time, and replied, "......Okay."

Matsuda Jinpei carefully helped the man out a little and carried him on his back. When he lowered his head, he caught a flash of silver light and subconsciously glanced at the light source.

Kasugawa Shugo held a metal pendant tightly in his hand. He didn't know what this pendant meant to his friend. He only knew that he was so weak from blood loss that he couldn't even hook his arms around his neck to prevent himself from falling. His fingers were tightly hooked on the pendant chain, and he even felt a lot of resistance when he took it off.

"...Put it here first." Matsuda Jinpei hesitated for a moment, and still spoke. He was afraid that the other party would accidentally drop this thing and couldn't find it again, so he reached out to hook the pendant in the other party's hand while speaking, but the latter retracted his hand a little.

"Either wear it around your neck, or leave it with me first. I'll give it back to you when we're outside, Shugo?" The black curly-haired police officer said a few more times, almost in a coaxing tone as he carried the man outside. But Kasugawa Shugo was like a child at this moment, and refused to let go no matter what he said. Matsuda Jinpei didn't dare to reach out and grab it directly, and he couldn't put the necklace around Kasugawa Shugo's neck in this posture .

There was really no other way. A helpless expression flashed across his face. He lowered his head slightly, pulled the dangling section of the necklace, and put it around his own neck.

Kasugawa Shugo didn't seem to care who wore the necklace. He was on Matsuda Jinpei's back, but he kept holding the pendant with his hands, as stubborn as a child.

He rubbed his hairy head down a little, and buried his face in the back of his friend's neck. There was still blood and wet tears on his long eyelashes. When he blinked, they swept across the other's exposed skin, causing a slight itch.

After Matsuda Jinpei stopped and steadied himself in the aftershocks, he felt a wet patch on the back of his neck. He didn't know whether the guy's tears, snot or blood were smeared on his neck. The police officer paused and laughed. What

a heartless guy.

He muttered in his heart. Counting the time on the cruise ship before, he has been the lifesaver of this guy twice. I really don't know in which life he owed him that he had to worry so much and be so nervous.

The police officer steadied himself and walked slowly forward amidst the occasional aftershocks. The rope used to climb up was above another factory, so Matsuda Jinpei could only return along the original route and then find a way to let the man down.

Not far from the factory, after the two people's shadows could be vaguely seen, Tsukiyama Asari in the back seat of the car breathed a sigh of relief. From this position, he couldn't see the situation of the two people above clearly, so he pulled himself out of his emotions a little, opened the forum that he had forgotten for a long time, and wanted to observe the details of the current situation there through comics.

Without the time to read the forum that had collapsed completely again, he quickly flipped to the comic that had been updated. In it, Matsuda Jinpei was carrying a chestnut-haired man with drooping eyes on his back, standing on top of a chimney between two factories, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and walking forward cautiously step by step.

In the bottom grid of the comic, there was a close-up of the bottom of the chimney, with cracks spreading from the most vulnerable part of the entire column, accompanied by a "crackling" sound effect, making people feel that it was gradually cracking outwards.

Before he could say anything, the speakerphone of Kenji Hagiwara's cell phone was connected to Matsuda Jinpei's voice, which was barely trembling due to the tension. "Hello...Hagiwara."

"...This pillar is going to break."

Kenji Hagiwara's eyes widened instantly.

Matsuda Jinpei could feel that the cracking sound became more and more obvious as he moved. The man was stuck in the middle, carrying a policeman who was as heavy as him and completely unable to move, and was completely caught in a dilemma.

Tsukiyama Asari's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately realized something. He gritted his teeth, opened the car door, and shouted to the man in the driver's seat, "Mr. Amuro! Is the picnic blanket from last time still in the trunk?"

"There is a picnic blanket in the trunk." Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment because of Tsukiyama Asari's sudden question, and then he understood what the other party meant. He quickly opened the trunk of the car, and the black-haired man immediately picked up the big blanket and ran towards the factory.

"Hey - where are you going? There may be..." Takeda Daiji only heard a burst of chaotic footsteps. When he turned around, the gentle black-haired man who had met him once before had already run past him in a hurry. The police only had time to shout at him, and before he finished speaking, another figure flashed by.

"This... is this! Squad leader, hold on to that!" Hagiwara Kenji said urgently, his voice still slightly panting, and several people hurriedly pulled up the sturdy picnic blanket.

"Little formation - jump down directly!" After lifting the blanket, the half-long-haired man shouted upwards, completely forgetting that the other party had connected with him earlier, and the latter's ears were slightly numb from the sound coming from the Bluetooth headset.

On the chimney five or six stories high, Matsuda Jinpei's original nervousness was shaken away by these words. He rolled his eyes at the air with a sullen face and shouted, "Are you sure you are in the right position? If I jump down and hit you right next to me, I will bring Shugo to your house tonight to bind the spirit."

"You..." Hagiwara Kenji choked for a while, and he couldn't think of whether he should complain back or adjust the position in this situation. He looked up carefully and compared it. The more he compared it, the more unsure he felt. Finally, he whispered, "You...you wait a minute, let me take another look, it should be correct...?"

"Don't worry." The black curly-haired police officer looked down a few times. It seemed that there was nothing serious. If they kept on waiting until the pillar broke, they would meet in hell. He simply gritted his teeth and moved to the side. "I jumped!"

"Wait! Wait a minute, let me take another look. Don't do it yet!" The half-long-haired police officer pulled. Tsukiyama Asari twitched his mouth. He had just calculated with the system. There was no problem with this position. So he just reminded to pull the blanket tight.

Hagiwara Kenji did it consciously. He was originally holding the edge of the picnic blanket tightly. Now he was holding it even harder as if he wanted to melt the blanket into his flesh and blood. The next second, he felt a weight on his hand. His childhood friend and his childhood friend fell from the sky onto the blanket like a magic fairy.

He blinked, subconsciously feeling that the scene looked familiar, and then vaguely recalled that seven years ago when he was still in the police academy, they used the class flag to catch a guy who jumped from the building.

The man stared at the blanket with the crayon sun and flowers painted on it, and his nose suddenly felt sore. Before he could smile and hug the two people who finally escaped, he felt a headache.

The first thing Matsuda Jinpei did after getting off the blanket was to punch his childhood sweetheart fiercely. Because of the roar that was still ringing in his ears, his face was as dark as if he was owed millions of dollars. "Do you want to call me deaf, you bastard?"

"Hey! That's too much! I'm your savior!" Hagiwara Kenji muttered and complained, then smiled and came over, hugging his childhood sweetheart and the guy who was supported by Amuro Toru, who was covered in blood and had been a worry for the whole day, in his arms.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for reading

Thank you for the birthday wishes, I received them all (sending hearts)

Because the journey is too long, I was on the road from 18th to 19th, taking a car, then a train, and then a plane. I had military training from 8.20th to 9.2nd. I don’t have any manuscripts saved, so I can only update later Military

training is over, goodbye.