Chapter 189 Tomorrow Blooms

A few minutes later, the door of the apartment was opened again.

Morofu Jingguang pushed open the heavy door in front of him with a dark aura. As soon as he stepped into the entrance hall, he saw the guys who had completely forgotten about him standing in a row on the floor inside the entrance hall. He and the door, a series of deafening apologies came from the front instantly.

"Private Marseille!!!"

The four people stood in a row, like a hotel receptionist, and shouted while bowing at the person who came in. In this atmosphere, Amuro Toru, who stood up, wanted to say "Welcome to the light↗↘——"

The man who came in twitched his mouth.

His four friends, the blond and dark-skinned one looked like a hotel waiter, the black curly-haired one looked like a member of the gang welcoming the boss back, the half-long-haired one looked like a male PR, and the one with a buzz cut looked like a Japanese samurai who was about to commit seppuku. He stood in the middle, not knowing for a moment whether he was a gangster going home or checking into a hotel. Most of the evil spirit on his body was knocked out by this sentence.

He put the things in his hand in the toilet and looked at his friends of the same period. He saw Hagiwara Kenji with his eyes wide open after apologizing, trying to learn from a guy who was still lying in the hospital and fool around by acting coquettishly, but this expression on the handsome face of the half-long-haired man was particularly out of place.

Zhu Fu Jingguang groaned, but still reached out and punched each of them. He had not received any news before, and thought something really happened. He was so nervous now, but it turned out that these guys had forgotten him! The

public security officer who was abandoned at the same time opened his mouth and was about to say something, but his eyes unconsciously fell into the room before he opened his mouth, and saw the computer that had not been turned off in time, and the enlarged photo on the screen.

The man was stunned and threw away the account he was going to settle. He walked over quickly, pressed the mouse, and retracted the screen a little, and then met the boy's eyes on the screen.

The child's face always looks fragile because of the round curve. The chestnut-haired boy rested his side face on his bent knees, which highlighted his sharp chin and made his face look more childish.

Like Matsuda Jinpei who had just seen the photo, Morofushi Kagemitsu noticed the look of the young Kasugawa Shugo in the photo.

The boy's eyebrows were stained with sleepiness and fatigue, and the purple under his eyes made the surrounding skin look sickly pale. Even though his eyes were slightly drooping, they still looked big and clear against the background of his messy hair and face. When he looked at the camera, his eyes were filled with nostalgia, which made people feel that their bodies would turn into soft water.

"What is this photo...?" The man's blue eyes darkened for a moment, and then he turned around and asked the people behind him. Like his peers, he knew nothing about Kasugawa Shugo's past, but now he suddenly pulled out a photo from a foggy place, making people want to ask about its source.

"...Shugo's father's necklace." Not knowing what to say, Matsuda Jinpei paused for a moment before remembering that the other party's things were still with him. He took out the pendant that had been wiped clean of blood from the pocket inside his chest, and the metal chain flashed with tiny lights under the light.

Unexpectedly, this was the answer. Morofushi Jingguang reached out to take the pendant with some hesitation, and at the suggestion of his friend, he pushed it a little further, and a corner of the old photo hidden inside was revealed with the movement.

The man looked down and returned the pendant. Amuro Toru frowned, leaned closer to his childhood friend, and asked in a low voice, "What was going on in the factory at that time?"

He still remembered that when Tsukiyama Asari carried the chestnut-haired police officer to the ambulance, the latter's exposed calf was pierced with a steel bar with both ends cut off, which Matsuda Jinpei did not dare to remove directly. The blood pulled out from the wound had already soaked the man's entire calf clothes.

The guy was covered in dust, but there were some droplets of blood on his collar and the side of his forehead. It couldn't be his own, and this shape and location didn't seem to have dripped during the fight.

Instead, it seemed that someone's mouth and nose were bleeding because he was holding Kasugawa Shugo in his arms, and the blood dripped onto the hair and collar of the man slightly below.

"When I rushed over, he was already buried under the ruins." Thinking back to this incident, Matsuda Jinpei's face was gloomy. He still remembered the shock and fear he felt when he couldn't find any trace of the guy in the lifeless ruins.

"Buried under there?!" Morobushi Kagemitsu, who didn't see the rescue situation with his own eyes, couldn't help but raise his voice and ask urgently.

"It's not buried underneath." The black curly-haired police officer pursed his lips and sat back in his previous position while speaking, continuing to work on restoring the photo, "...someone protected him, and he wasn't hurt much except for his calf."

Zhu Fu Jingguang cast his eyes on the pendant in his hand, and instantly understood the meaning of this object. He wound the hanging chain around the pendant, trying to tidy it up, but caught a small ring on the buckle while moving.

"...Orphanage?" The man pinched the small round buckle and whispered the familiar words on it. He had seen this line of names of orphanages named after places many times in the files of his friends of the same period.

"These official welfare homes often hold charity sales, and the items sold are usually handicrafts made by children in the craft classes arranged by the welfare home." Yi Dahang said. Since he became familiar with Fei Niao Wu, he and Natalie often visited nearby welfare homes during their vacations and also participated in some of these activities.

He reached out and gently hooked the rope of the pendant, motioning others to look at the chain that looked a bit ugly for a decorative pendant, "It's easy to tell with a professional fixing method."

"If the mission really failed and the police took his child to the orphanage by mistake..." Amuro frowned, "Since we can find his location, wouldn't it be easy to take him back directly?"

Unless the hired soldier, as the father, didn't want to live with his child at all, and even the failed mission that attracted the police's attention as a node for Kasugawa Shugo to go to the orphanage, it was very likely that it was intentional.

A father who voluntarily abandoned his child.

But if the reason for abandoning the child was really that he felt the child was a burden to him, why did he wait until the teenager who was already fully capable of taking care of himself to do such a thing? When they met again more than ten years later, he recognized that it was his child at a glance and used his body to protect him in the ruins.

Like a real father...

Everything seemed to be a tangled mess, and you could vaguely see what it would look like when it was sorted out. The blond-haired and dark-skinned public security rubbed his swollen and painful temples, and inexplicably had a premonition that everything could be glimpsed from this photo.

At this moment, Kenji Hagiwara, who had been silent, whispered, "Okay."

Toru Amuro quickly looked towards the screen. With the last electric shock from the black curly-haired police officer, the photo on the screen suddenly blurred for a moment, and then became clearer from the top. With the sudden zoom in of Matsuda Jinpei, even the smallest details were operated and loaded as much as possible.

Morofushi Jingguang narrowed his eyes and caught a small purple spot in the enlarged part at first glance. It was like a bracelet around the boy's arm on his knees near the wrist. It was particularly obvious under this bleak light, as if someone had pinched his wrist bone without knowing the severity.

"Wait..." Before he could see more details, he felt a flash in front of his eyes. Matsuda Jinpei, holding the mouse, moved the entire screen down a little, and clearly looked for the white object he had captured in the photo before.

The screen passed over the chestnut-haired boy's fingers and moved downwards. Before the ground was included in it, the black curly-haired police officer felt a weight on the back of his hand, and the action of dragging the screen downwards was stuck.

"Move up a little." Date Kou said, and using the advantage of his position, he pressed the mouse and pulled the screen slightly upwards.

The wall behind Kasugawa Shugo appeared on the screen. The raised area at the bottom was obviously a window frame, but the glass was nailed by several layers of wooden boards.

The sunlight that vaguely appeared between the gaps and the randomly distributed nuts next to it reminded Amuro of the scene he had seen in the basement of the villa before.

Public Security frowned because he was uncomfortable with the layout of this room.

Even though the lights inside are very bright, there is still a difference between man-made light sources and sunlight. To some extent, humans are actually very similar to flowers, plants, and trees. They are all creatures that need sunlight. Being trapped in a small room where sunlight cannot reach is a big blow to both the body and the mind.

The pale complexion of the person in the photo and the morbid expression on his face that showed that he had lived in this environment for a long time were obviously the appearance of a person who had lived in this environment for a long time.

Matsuda Jinpei noticed this detail when he first saw the photo. He was not as shocked as the others. He was still thinking about the items that he had not seen clearly before. When he saw that Date Kou had released the mouse, he quickly zoomed out the photo a little and moved towards the target.

It seemed that because the speed of sliding was too fast, it was still blurry when it turned over. After it stopped, the screen flickered, and finally loaded the scene that the man had been thinking about, along with the small words on the medicine bottles scattered on the ground.

"Who..." After seeing the words clearly, even the usually gentle Zhu Fu Jingguang clenched his fists and cursed for the first time, "Who the hell gave such a young child this kind of medicine?!"

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