Chapter 195 Tomorrow's Bloom

In the end, Takeda Daiji just patted Kasugawa Shugo on the shoulder, told him to have a good rest, and turned away.

Knowing that his senior still had a lot of work to do because of the unexpected situation yesterday, the chestnut-haired man did not say anything to keep him. After the other party left the ward, his originally straight waist collapsed instantly, and the whole person lay back on the bed like a boneless person.

When he lay back, he did not forget to control his strength, so as not to wake up the black-haired man next to him who was still pretending to sleep. After all, their every move could be drawn in the comics, and if he made an unreasonable move, he didn't know what it would mean.

Kasugawa Shugo sighed, feeling that life was not easy. He quickly stuffed the fruit that Tsukiyama Asari had peeled into his mouth, closed his eyes and felt the sweetness melting in his mouth, preparing to have another good sleep.

He could have a good rest. Tsukiyama Asari, who was dozing on the bed, frowned slightly, changed his posture, buried his face in his bent arms, and continued to check the situation of Matsuda Jinpei through the forum. A

lot of new screens were loaded during Takeda Daiso's sophomore year. As soon as the black-haired man opened it, he saw a familiar face that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he was startled.

Even in the dark corridor without lights on, the newcomer still did not have the underworld filter of death on him. Even with simple black and white lines outlining his eyebrows and eyes, one could still see the gentle temperament around him.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was standing by the window and was stunned by what Morobushi Kagemitsu said, was sensitive to the person coming from the corridor. He looked back with a little caution and met a pair of gentle dark eyes.

"Mrs. Kuwashima." Seeing this face he had just seen not long ago, the black curly-haired policeman put the phone in his pocket and greeted her.

Morobushi Kagemitsu on the opposite side immediately reacted. This should be the director who is responsible for the daily management of this welfare home. He pursed his lips and paid attention to the movements over there, but did not speak again.

"Have you found anything to take away?" Not knowing how to address the three men who had not introduced themselves to her before, she looked at the old woman who was already in her 50s or 60s and saw that although many old things had been turned out, the layout of the house was still neat, and her originally gentle attitude softened a little.

"I found some." Hagiwara Kenji smiled, and he deliberately wanted to stay in this room for a little longer. "They are all old homework books. I want to see if there is anything else I can take away."

Mrs. Kuwashima's eyes fell on the books spread on the table and nodded in understanding. "There are too many things in this room. There are few children here. After the new building is built, there is no need to vacate the old room for the new children to live in, so all these old things are left here."

"There are too many things. We want to find something suitable to take away." Ida said, looking at the notebooks in his hands with smudged handwriting. "Although we can't take other things with us, we can't help but look through them. I'm afraid I'll bother you for a while today."

Hearing this, Mrs. Kuwashima sighed. She thought of the photos of the victims she saw in the news reports more than a month ago and the faces in the photos that already had some traces of adulthood. The slightly hunched face originally due to age The back was bent a little more, "It's okay, just look through it, as long as you don't break anything. I didn't ask anyone to clean up the room where the children lived in this building, so it can be regarded as a memory."

No one said anything, just nodded. Hagiwara Kenji was originally beside the bed when he was flipping through the diary. After chatting with the other party for a while, he realized that his calves had been numb from squatting for a long time. When he stood up, he couldn't help stumbling a little, and hurriedly sat down on the small bed next to him, which was a little pocket-sized compared to the size of an adult. The

dilapidated bed twisted and made a strange creaking sound when he sat down, which was particularly harsh in the dull room. Hagiwara Kenji was so scared that his hair almost exploded, and the whole person froze on the bed and dared not move.

The atmosphere in the room had relaxed a lot because of him. Seeing the man's somewhat childish behavior, Mrs. Kuwashima smiled. She shook her head gently and said, "Don't worry. Although most of the things here are old, they are still sturdy and won't be broken so easily."

Hagiwara Kenji shook his head embarrassedly. After hearing this, he finally tried to put his entire weight on the bed carefully. Just as she said, although the bed legs made a sound when he just sat on it, the bed didn't show any signs of shaking and still stood there steadily.

"I didn't expect this bed to be so stable despite its small size." Ida Kou looked at his friend trying to sit on the bed. It felt very much like the scene in the children's picture book that he accidentally flipped through when he went to the bookstore with Natalie. Snow White sat on the dwarfs' bed. He couldn't help but smile, and even wanted to take a picture of this scene.

He reached into his pocket, but found nothing. Then he remembered that his phone had just been put into Matsuda Jinping's pocket, so he had to give up.

"But this bed is too small. When you are fourteen or fifteen years old and grow up, you probably won't be able to lie down on it, right?" Hagiwara Kenji was looked at by his friend with a smile in his eyes, but he was not annoyed. He even stretched out his hand to measure the length of the bed with great interest.

"Yes, this was originally for younger children to live in. Back then..." Mrs. Kuwashima paused, and swallowed the rest of her words vaguely, "A lot of children were suddenly sent here, all under the age of six. The welfare home had limited funds at the time, so we could only order beds of these sizes."

"It's really hard work." Hagiwara Kenji responded with emotion, but his expression darkened because of this sentence.

At this point in time, it is estimated that the laboratory where Xiao Wu was located was found by the police, and the children who were used as experimental subjects were rescued.

"But when those children grow up, it will be a lot of money to replace them with suitable beds, right?" Ida Kou walked up a little, unconsciously touched the head of the bed, which was still covered with a thin layer of dust even though someone cleaned it regularly, and asked.

The detective added sharply. When Mrs. Kuwashima heard this, she clenched her hands hanging by her side, and then quickly loosened them. She turned her head and coughed a few times, and then turned the topic to one of the children. "She was taken away by the government when she was seven years old. It was not time for her to be conceived, so her bed has been kept there."

Matsuda Jinpei raised his head and looked at his classmate who was sitting on the bed. The latter immediately understood what he meant.

Those children who came here at the same time as Asuka Kiri, I am afraid that none of them lived to the age where they needed to change their beds.

"But it should be better with the funding, right?" Seeing that the other party did not want to continue the topic, Date Kou simply changed the topic. "When we asked for directions earlier, we heard from people here that the new building was invested by the president of the Black Rock Group ten years ago. But later he seemed to have passed away in an accident. It's really true that good people don't get rewarded."

When he said this, Hagiwara Kenji, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help raising one eyebrow and looked at Date Kou with some surprise. His tone was completely different from usual. He felt in his heart that he was worthy of being a detective from the Second Investigation Division. He could act out any role well and completely forgot that seven years ago he was dressed like a fool who came back from Hawaii and bravely broke into a convenience store.

"Good people don't get good rewards." Mrs. Kuwashima interrupted the other party, her expression faded, and a trace of disgust flashed in her bright eyes, "Everything in the world has a destiny. Who knows these things?"

She lowered her head and coughed twice, then turned and walked outside, her pace slower than before, "I'll go back to the activity room first. When you have found your things, remember to put the others back in place, lock the door, and leave the key with the security guard at the door."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

After the old wooden door closed again, the reserved expression on Yi Dahang's face immediately disappeared. After hearing the footsteps completely disappear from the end of the corridor, the sharp policeman finally said to his two friends, "It seems that the dean has some opinions about the entrepreneur who died unexpectedly."

"I think it's more than just 'some'," Matsuda Jinpei added. He suddenly remembered something while speaking, and quickly took out the phone in his pocket that was still on the phone, and asked, "Midorikawa, your expression was so wrong when you heard about this. Do you know what happened?"

On the other end of the phone, Morofushi Kagemitsu was walking out along the path beside the wall. After faking his death and changing his identity, he specially cultivated his sensitivity to the new name 'Midorikawa Mitsuru'. Now, when he heard these two words, he immediately stopped what he was doing.

"...It's related to the organization we're investigating now." The man started to speak, but soon stopped talking, "I can't reveal anything else, sorry."

Knowing the nature of his friend's work, Matsuda Jinpei nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and wanted to ask Date Kou and Hagiwara Kenji, who were the ones who spent the most time with Asuka Kiri, for their opinions, or whether they had heard the white-haired boy mention things in the welfare home. As a result, when he turned around, he saw that the tall detective who was standing behind him was gone.

Date Kou didn't know when he got to the bedside of the half-long-haired man. Both of them frowned and studied the old wooden bed as if they were studying a time bomb.

"Little Jinpei, is there a charcoal pencil on the table?" Hagiwara Kenji shouted, and without even looking back, he reached his hand back. Matsuda Jinpei sighed, found a half-used charcoal pencil from the inside of the drawer, trimmed the excess wood at the tip with a knife, and passed it to him. The semi-

long-haired policeman took the charcoal pencil and used the carbon core to carefully smear the scratch marks that he had undoubtedly touched when he measured the length of the bed just now. The small square of wood gradually showed several rows of very faint handwriting, but most of them were some carved patterns and incomprehensible numbers.

[117 Look Listen 13.12×]

[63 Listen 14.11×]

[151 Look 17.23×]

[31 Look Listen 21.8×]

[227 × 22.26×]

The man frowned, his eyes lingering on the slightly sharp strokes of the two words "listen" and "look" for a while, and when he moved his fingers to the side, he felt a small uneven mark.

Hagiwara Kenji quickly put the tip of the pen on the mark next to it, and traced the small words that were too far away.

[Who are you?]

The handwriting was exactly the same as in the diary. The man opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard a voice with anxiety coming from Matsuda Jinpei.

"Can you guys come to the backyard?" Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice was a little distorted in the speaker that had just been turned on. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Behind the old house, on the east side of the warehouse... there is a cemetery."

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