Chapter 190 Blooming Tomorrow

The sleeping pills that are not common in the market and another small bottle are lying in the corner. Matsuda Jinpei has a dark face and enlarges the bottle that is blocked at the back.

The words on it make the atmosphere at the scene even more depressing.

"...Don't jump to conclusions." Date Kou said, his thick and hoarse voice proved that he was not as calm as he seemed. "There are many possibilities. It's too early to think it's... Shugo's."

"That's right..." Hagiwara Kenji finally forced a slightly ugly smile. He reached out and patted his childhood friend's back. "Let's go to the welfare home tomorrow. It's too early to draw a conclusion now. Jinpei...?"

He felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw Matsuda Jinpei with a cold face. He didn't know what he was thinking. The hand holding the mouse was even shaking slightly because of the excessive force. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

"Jinpei?" Hagiwara Kenji pursed his lips.

He was actually a little surprised that his childhood friend was too worried about Kasugawa Shugo. He had heard what the senior from the General Affairs Office said outside the emergency room, and of course he was worried, but Matsuda Jinpei's performance was indeed a little bit wrong, as if he knew or experienced something that only he knew.

The police officer with half-long hair frowned and asked, "Is there something you haven't told us about Shugo?"

Matsuda Jinpei fell silent. He followed the man's words and recalled some scenes from a long time ago that were still clear when they were reproduced. He only felt that the stone in his heart was a little heavier.

"Tomorrow." His voice was very dry, as if he hadn't slept for several days. "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

When he went to the welfare home tomorrow, he would connect all the details and naturally get all the answers. It wouldn't be too late to talk about it then.

Amuro Toru nodded slightly.

The others stopped talking and looked through the photo carefully again. They saw the guns and ammunition piled up in the corner, the boxed curry cubes that were very convenient to cook, the bowl for the puppy to eat, with the word "bread" written crookedly in colored pen below, and the books piled up together. The top one was still turning pages without any heavy objects because it had been opened for a long time, revealing dense notes.

There were some more minor details. After the others finally looked through the photo from top to bottom and helped Zhu Fu Jingguang cut the ingredients for the medicinal food and the preparatory work for the snacks, the sky was slightly white.

Hagiwara Kenji yawned, feeling his brain was twisted together. He walked to the living room with his eyes closed, and went to the sofa. He didn't care who he was crushing on. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. Half

asleep and half awake, he heard the sound of someone getting dressed. He opened his eyes and saw Matsuda Jinpei, who seemed to have no need to sleep. He had already put on his clothes at the entrance, and was holding the breakfast that Morobushi Kagemitsu had just packed not long ago.

"Where are you going..." he said vaguely, his voice sounded like it came from a dream, "It's too early, Shugo should not have woken up yet..."

"I'll go first." Matsuda Jinpei said, and there was actually no sleepiness in his voice when he spoke. He buttoned up his coat and said in a low voice, "...There was no one in the ward when he woke up last time."

Hagiwara Kenji blinked and responded vaguely. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, finally suppressing his sleepiness a little. When he climbed up from the sofa, he looked like a big zombie. "Wait for me two minutes, I'll go wash my face."

Amuro Toru and Morobushi Kagemitsu couldn't go with them, and the latter didn't even have a legitimate reason to visit. Hagiwara Kenji had to go first with the other two. When they arrived at the ward, the guy really hadn't woken up yet, curled up in the quilt with his curly hair flying.

So they sat on the floor without any scruples, leaning against the bed and the cabinet to sleep in a messy way. Who knew that after dawn, Kasugawa Shugo didn't know what he dreamed of, and struggled on the bed.

"Class leader." Hagiwara Kenji leaned against the bed, his eyes moving over his friend's face which was still red and bruised, trying to lighten the topic a little, "When you have a child, you will probably have to live like this every day."

Date Kou was amused by this analogy, he shook his head and whispered, "Be careful he will beat you when he wakes up."

The man with half-long hair smiled and wanted to say something else, but the man on the bed suddenly shook violently.

"Dad......!"

The smiles that finally appeared on the faces of several people instantly retreated.

After Kasugawa Shugo rushed into the bathroom, some people who did not expect the former to react so strongly took action. Amuro Toru, who had just arrived, paused and abruptly changed the subject, "Has Tsukiyama been here before?"

"No, right?" Hagiwara Kenji swallowed the thought in his mind, "What's the purpose of you asking if Tsukiyama has been here before?" and followed his friend's gaze. He noticed a small black cloth strip on the bedside table. The dusty surface looked out of place in this clean white ward.

"Has anyone been here before?" Matsuda Jinpei asked. He moved the thermos bag that had been placed beside him to the bedside table, but he accidentally touched a corner of the bag. There were not many things in it, but the part that was pushed to the outside was very heavy. He only moved a corner to the outside, but the whole thing flipped over, and a lot of things spilled out.

Ida Hang quickly squatted down and put everything back. He frowned, and when he reached out for the last thing, he couldn't help but pause.

It was another photo, which looked very old. The front side just happened to be turned over. He was mostly attracted by the scenery inside and did not notice the noise from the direction of the bathroom and the sudden silence around him. "......Who is this?"

"It's my mother, I think?" Kasugawa Shugo walked over slowly, bent down, and picked up the photo from the ground. The moment he saw the scene in the photo clearly, his previous doubts disappeared.

The only person who could quietly take out the photo along with some actually very ordinary objects and enter the ward and put it next to the pillow while he was unconscious was probably his father's friend.

The chestnut-haired man couldn't help but curl his lips slightly downwards, not knowing how to describe his feelings. He paused for a moment, and when he felt his friends next to him looking at him with hidden worries, he still tried to smile, and showed them the photo without any worries.

"Look, doesn't she look like me?" Kasugawa Shugo smiled.

She does look alike.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the photo, and then looked at his friend who deliberately put the photo next to his face, and had to admit that even the smiles on their faces were similar.

The photo was a little blurry, and it seemed that it was taken with a fixed tripod. The two people in the photo did not find the right position, and the angle was a little strange. The tall man almost lifted up the woman, who was much smaller than him, with one hand.

The latter's curly chestnut hair became even more messy because of this action, but there was no expression of impatience on her face. She raised her thin arms, made a childish gesture with her slightly scarred fingers beside her face, and showed an extremely brilliant smile to the camera.

The smile was exactly the same, or in other words, if the woman's face in the photo was a little smaller, her black eyes changed color, and she was a little thinner, it would completely overlap with the chestnut-haired boy who had not yet grown up in the previous photo.

Staring at this photo, Matsuda Jinpei suddenly remembered what Kasugawa Shugo said at the end when they climbed over the wall from the police academy to go out for dinner late at night and inadvertently talked about their families.

'Me? 'The guy, who didn't have so many injuries in his memory, poured the chocolate milk that looked out of place in the whole izakaya into the wine glass and said, 'I don't know. My father rarely sees me. He just rests and sleeps when he comes home. He is like a mute. '

Is he not willing to see his child, or is he afraid to see his face that looks almost exactly like his lover's when he was still young?

The black curly-haired police officer got the answer in just a breath.

After Kasugawa Shugo put the photo back in his pocket, he was about to raise his head to say something, but he felt a weight on his head. The guy standing in front of him suddenly reached out and touched his furry hair for some reason. This action revealed a fatherly aura that was very different from the gangster's dressing style, which reminded him of that extremely bizarre dream. He froze.

What's going on? Is the boy mother thing contagious? ! But this is Jinpei Matsuda! Just the word Jinpei Matsuda is so scary that it makes people dizzy, okay?

He raised his head and looked around in a cold sweat. He saw several pairs of eyes with complicated emotions, and he felt like he was back in last night's dream.

Really... he will never replace meals again!

Kasugawa Shugo covered his face and lay down on the bed. He pulled the quilt over his head. His voice came out from the thick quilt, which sounded muffled. "Let me sleep for a while. Don't you have to work today?"

He shrunk into the bed while speaking. Halfway through, he remembered that he was still wearing the slippers provided by the hospital. He twisted his feet to the edge of the bed, kicked off the slippers, and shrunk back into the bed again, wrapping himself up like a cicada pupa.

He felt someone rubbing his head accurately through the quilt, and then there were several overlapping words, which were nothing more than asking him to have a good rest, and then there were footsteps and the sound of the door closing.

After those guys left, the ward returned to silence. Kasugawa Shugo then poked his head out from under the quilt. He sniffed the quilt like a small animal and smelled a faint sweetness in the air.

Looking to the side, he saw a small insulated box on the bedside table. The chestnut-haired police officer went over and opened it. Inside was a small box of cut fruits, delicious traditional pastries, and next to it was a bowl of Tremella fuciformis soup with a different style.

As soon as he smelled it, he knew it was made by Morobushi Kagemitsu, and he was the only one who had asked Tsukiyama Asari how to make herbal medicine when he was in the hot spring hotel.

Kasugawa Shugo picked up the bowl of soup with bold ingredients and drank half of it in one gulp. Both the dates with their cores carefully removed and the lotus seeds with their cores removed were cooked to perfection. The slightly bitter taste of the medicinal food was suppressed by the appropriate amount of rock sugar, which made the taste much more refreshing. As

expected of Jingguang! It's been a long time since I've eaten his cooking.

The chestnut-haired police officer complained with sparkling eyes. After swallowing the whole bowl of sticky medicinal food and eating several pieces of cakes, he touched his flat stomach and lay back on the bed with a satisfied look on his face.

Speaking of which, are they going to visit the welfare home today... I wonder what kind of fatherly things those guys will dig out.

Kasugawa Shugo pursed his lips, which were still sweet, and reminded people of the taste of the Tremella soup just now.

If the fatherly love of a good friend is equal to the daily loving food delivery service, it seems pretty good?

The author has something to say:

Thank you for reading, happy Mid-Autumn Festival! !

How can someone spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in the study room to study a second foreign language and make up for the literature? (distorted) (dark) (wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival) (crawl away)