Chapter 55 Bourbon Arc·End

Friends in the police academy always try their best to make trouble for each other. According to that guy Kenji Hagiwara, this is the only fun in the police academy.

The other is friendship, but no one else agrees with this.

Playing tricks on each other is a daily task. Although that guy Morobushi Kagemitsu looks gentle, he will never be soft-hearted in such matters. In addition, there is an inexplicable competitive spirit among boys, and they don’t want to lose in any aspect.

And Kasugawa Shugo always has a trump card that can choke his peers to death -

"Asari made a bento for me!"

When the chestnut-haired young man said this, his expression was always joyful, his round eyes sparkled, as if melted honey would really flow out. At this time, he would usually pretend to be angry and snatch the delicious omelette in the bento.

Obviously, the bento box inside was the family-sized one used for spring outings, and the big box was stuffed full, just enough for six people. But it seemed that it would taste better if they were fighting for it.

The food in the cafeteria was not bad, but the bento was different from the cafeteria or the restaurant they went to eat together on weekends. It was the taste of home.

When receiving the lunch box, the young man usually shows a soft, indescribable smile on his face, as if saying to everyone...

Look, I am happy now.

Amuro Toru and Furuya Reitoki occasionally heard each other talk about their "family", two lovely younger brothers, one is very caring, and the other is very special and well-behaved.

It's really special. It's so special

that the man who has been struggling in the dark for seven years rushed into the studio and felt the pulse of the boy whose life or death was unknown. He suddenly remembered the photo he accidentally glimpsed at his friend's place seven years ago.

Speaking of which, maybe I left for too long, this memory is only now recalled, and even the face of my friend is a little blurry.

A problem that has been bothering him has also been solved.

Why did I feel familiar with Cointreau when I first saw him? Because I had seen photos of Tsukiyama Asari before. Their facial features were at least 50% similar!

But at that time, Tsukiyama Asari was completely different from Cointreau. He was almost trembling slightly, his expression was not panic at all, but his eyes were dazed. Amuro Toru took the pale-lipped boy in his arms before he could.

Fortunately, when he went downstairs, a police car and an ambulance arrived together. He quickly placed Asuka Kiri on a portable ambulance bed and saw the doctor quickly start treatment.

The blood in the bucket was not particularly thick in color, and the pulse was not so weak as to be life-threatening. It should be just a state of mild coma. As long as...

"Doctor, he has no muscle response!" The panicked shout of the nurse in his ear interrupted Amuro Toru's train of thought. His pupils suddenly contracted, as if even the color of his eyes was coated with a layer of condensation. The doctor who was adjusting the instrument also rushed to the bedside in an instant, frowning, "Wasn't the assessment just now a mild coma?!"

Although patients in mild coma have no response to surrounding objects and stimuli such as sound and light, they may have avoidance movements and painful expressions to strong stimuli such as pain. In theory, they will react to pain stimuli, but if it is moderate or even severe...

At this moment, a low voice came from the rear of the car.

"He has analgesia."

Almost everyone in the ambulance turned to look at the man who had been sitting at the back of

the car. Without paying attention to their line of sight, Tsukiyama Asari lowered his eyes. The light from the overhead lights cast shadows on his thin and long eyelashes, making his eyes dark. He said to himself, "I don't know if there will be such a test, but... Xiao Wu is achromatopsia and should not respond to color stimulation."

Saving the patient was urgent, and the doctor just frowned, thanked him in a low voice for explaining the situation in time, and then turned all his attention to the pale boy on the bed.

The comforting words that Amuro Toru had prepared long ago were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

How should a child with analgesia and achromatopsia grow up? What kind of life would an elder brother lead if he knew his younger brother could be in danger at any time? He was anxious and frightened, afraid that his younger brother would die from a small wound in a place he didn't know...until one day, all those worries and fears became reality.

There was no point in saying more.

"...When I first saw him, he was so small."

Tsukiyama Asari was the first to break the silence. The doctors and nurses were busy on the side, and no one noticed the sound in this small corner.

He raised his hand to indicate a height, and then, as if he felt it was a bit strange to bring up this matter suddenly, and as if he remembered Asuka Kiri's appearance at that time, he chuckled softly, "Five years old, just this high."

Amuro Toru's image in front of outsiders is always friendly and gentle. Whether he wants to maintain a superficial image or speaks from the bottom of his heart, he is willing to be the quiet listener at this moment.

So, the blond man reached out and gently put his arm around the other's shoulders, telling the other in a calm manner that he was listening and willing to continue listening.

"...Just rescued from an illegal human body laboratory a few months ago, just like bean sprouts." The man was a bit nagging, as if he was talking to himself, "When I washed his hair, I found that a patch of hair had turned red, but he seemed to not feel it at all..."

The man who played the role of the listener suddenly thought of himself. He was bullied just because of his hair and skin color. What about the white-haired boy with color blindness living in an orphanage?

Illegal laboratory.

Amuro Toru put aside the thought that just popped up and grasped the key words in the sentence just now. An organization rooted in Japan and engaged in illegal human body experiments... He could think of only one.

I knew what this place was doing when I joined the public security, but no matter how much data or words I heard, it was not as depressing and painful as seeing an ordinary child trapped by those drugs.

The worry and heartache turned into raging anger, and the man's purple-gray eyes became darker, as if lightning was about to break through the night sky. He gritted his teeth and held back his emotions, and his eyes were filled with the belief that nothing could stop him.

After becoming an undercover agent, he was also confused for a while. First, he watched the well-intentioned Cointreau struggle and sink in this quagmire, and finally it was his turn. Sometimes, after completing the mission, he would suddenly think about whether those guys who were forced by the organization to become murderers at the cost of the lives of the people they cared about were wrong.

Now that I think about it...

what's right and wrong! The most wrong thing, the one that needs to be eliminated the most, is that shitty organization!

As if he didn't notice the abnormality around him, just immersed in his own emotions, Tsukiyama Asari just leaned his head towards the other person, as if in this special situation he gave all his trust to the man in front of him whom he met for the first time, "No one has taught him to speak. He is almost six years old, but he can't speak, cry or laugh. At such a young age, he had the same wooden face as he does now. Shugo and I take turns teaching him, and he can take the early childhood education certificate exam."

"The first word Kogiri learned was 'brother.'" Thinking of that memory that was worth remembering for any of the three, his expression softened, and there was a smile in his tone, which was then replaced by a suffocating depression.

He clenched his hands tightly, which had been placed beside his legs. The veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible. "...I have tried my best just to survive."

...I have tried my best just to survive. Why should I be hurt for no reason? !

At this moment, a hand that was warmer than hot reached out, and with an irresistible force, it gradually pried open Yueshan Chao's tightly clenched fingers, revealing the palm of his hand with red marks left by neatly trimmed nails.

"Mr. Tsukiyama." The man who was holding the other's hand tightly said seriously. Because of his serious expression, his childish face became extremely convincing. "Xiao Wu will be fine. The doctor just said that he is just in a mild coma and the situation is not serious."

He used the name 'Mr. Tsukiyama' to attract the other's attention and make his next words more formal. Although he had never met Asuka Wu, he chose the nickname 'Xiao Wu' to put himself and the other party in the same position, that is, to worry about the brother who had an accident. This would make it easier for the other party to listen to the content of the conversation.

"What we have to do is wait for him to wake up and find the murderer." Amuro Toru's voice was unquestionably steady. "We can't let him be treated as a suspect after he wakes up, right?"

The man who had been lowering his head raised his head and looked at him. The corners of his eyes turned slightly pink because he tried hard to suppress his emotions. Tsukiyama Asari gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yeah."

Just at this moment, the ambulance stopped at the gate of the hospital and the back door opened. As if seeking help, he tightly held the pair of hands that were completely different in skin color from his own, and got up and got out of the car first.

Not long after, the nurse who was in the ambulance just now walked up to the two of them. Even though her mouth and nose were covered by a mask, she looked very relaxed. "Don't worry, we rescued her on the way. She's fine now. I just don't know when she'll wake up, but tomorrow morning at the latest."

Tsukiyama Asari let out a deep breath. After thanking him, he almost trotted to the ward, but stopped when he stretched out his hand to push the door.

"Mr. Tsukiyama?" The man behind him asked in confusion.

"Wait a minute." Tsukiyama Asari stopped at the door, only a wall away from the boy who was sleeping on the bed in the ward. His hand froze in the air for a moment, and then slowly let it go. The man closed his eyes and whispered, "Let's go draw... the crime scene first."

He wanted to see the murderer being sent to prison first, and then come back to see Asuka Kiri.

Tsukiyama, mother and brother, Asari: I even taught Kiri how to talk!!

Amuro Toru: What a weird sense of déjà vu... Is the person in front of me now the wife and children of Shugo's guy?