Chapter 98: Coindo Chapter·Ending

With a "pop", something bulging seemed to be punctured.

The world was spinning.

Sometimes it only takes one sentence to fall from the peak to the valley, even if that sentence comes from the illusory world.

"Sousuke."

The hand hidden in Suemitsu Sosuke's sleeve twitched slightly, and he even subconsciously wanted to reach forward, but the moment he raised it, he suddenly realized something and put his hand covered with ugly scars on the armrest of the wheelchair, as if he had absorbed some strength from the metal surface that was cooled by the sea breeze.

He saw a lot of people.

It's said to be a lot, but there were only six of them. The six people who outlined his most brilliant time stood on the deck with their arms around each other, leaning on the railing, chatting happily about something, with smiles on their faces.

The man who was the captain had always seen this scene.

Those guys couldn't beat him on the training ground, so they always took advantage of him to go to meetings and come up with some crooked tricks, calling it winning by wits. But most of the time, they would go off topic while chatting, and when he came back, he didn't know where they had gone. The six of them were making a scene in the smoking area by the left window of the office, and it was not until he stood behind them and coughed deliberately that they realized that the central figure of the topic had returned.

Then they were inevitably dragged to the training ground for a training session.

Perhaps it was because Suemitsu Sosuke stared at him for too long, even the illusion felt the strong gaze, and the man standing in the middle snatched his black coat that was snatched away by others, casually put it on his shoulder, and turned his head.

Suemitsu Sosuke's hands grasped the handrails consciously, and even the joints turned blue and white.

This feeling was too strange.

It seemed that the blood was still on the man's face in the last second, and the next second the man stood here as if nothing had happened, turning his head to look at him facing the calm sea.

The blood-stained face and the clean and refreshing look kept switching, and even the surrounding scenery flashed between the dim pharmaceutical factory and the steadily sailing ship. The black and red switched back and forth in his sight, causing him a headache.

With the last hard blink, the picture completely stayed on the deck, reflecting the sparkling moonlight on the sea, and the rare night sky without any dark clouds above the sea.

The sea seemed to have such charm. The bullets whizzing past gradually faded away from his ears. He squinted his eyes slightly, and his dark red pupils flashed an unknown light in the moonlight. Even other things around him were far away.

Silent, he seemed to have come alone to a world as quiet as snow. Only the scattered stars in the sky were colliding with each other, making a faint sound.

The man turned his head and looked at him. There was no scar on his face, and there was even a little green in his eyebrows. It was the look when the two had just met.

This illusion was not serious.

Suemitsu Sosuke lit another cigarette and commented calmly.

This youthful look should be when the two of them just met. They were not familiar with each other at that time, so how could they get together and fight like this?

Very careless.

"Don't come over here." The careless illusion spoke.

The man holding the pipe realized that he had subconsciously pushed the wheelchair forward a little. Pain exploded in his brain. It was probably the sequelae of the broken glass that almost pierced his temple. The wound that had healed long ago still felt a new pain from time to time, which made his scalp numb.

"It's not time yet, go back."

What? The image is so careless, and this sentence is quite true.

Suemitsu Sosuke tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth, trying to smile, but obviously did not succeed.

When he lowered his head, he realized that he had taken the lit cigarette off at some point and held it between his fingertips. Now it had burned to the end, almost adding new scars to his hands, which were already covered with a layer of burn scars.

I am the captain, why should I listen to you even when I die?

Although thinking so, he still stopped moving the wheelchair and put out the cigarette butt in the cigarette box.

Besides... I don't need you to remind me.

This life is not mine. Of course, I have to wait until there is nothing left to burn before I go to die, otherwise it will be a big loss.

I guess you will come to beat me in my dreams. I can't beat you now.

Suemitsu Sosuke lowered his eyes and felt his hair being blown down by the sea breeze again, hanging messily on his face, blocking his eyes, and even obstructing his vision.

He would watch that scumbag go to court and be thrown into prison, see the reports in the newspapers, see the original truth of the matter being restored, and then go to the cemetery to take a good look at them, and by the way, burn all the papers printed with the whole story of the case for them to see.

I haven't been to my parents for a long time, and they are not far away. After

all, they are martyrs. This time I can bring two bottles of good wine to prevent those guys from saying bad things about me in front of them. What will I rely on to support myself after that? Is there anything else that I haven't finished?

It seems that there is nothing.

The monster that had evolved from months of mental and physical torture was slowly engulfing him again. He felt a familiar suffocation. The monster lived in the same body with him, criticizing his every action and repeating what Matsuo Kazushi had said.

Worthless, useless, obtained at the cost of his companions' lives, or many other things. Already accustomed to fighting this monster every night, Suemitsu Sosuke didn't want to fall into this fight with mental illness again at this moment.

Why is living more tiring than doing missions before?

He opened his eyes, and even though he had tried his best to control the shaking of his body, his eyelashes were still trembling. His drowsy dark red eyes looked into the distance, where the person was still leaning on the railing, but the other figures had disappeared.

When Suemitsu Sosuke saw that face that didn't cry or smile, it was as if he had seen a memory across time and space, or something else.

You really gave me a hard job.

His lips moved slightly, and he was only annoyed with the man in his heart.

The other party smiled and disappeared.

When Suemitsu Sosuke finally got out of the illusion, he noticed that the atmosphere around him was not right.

Edogawa Conan, who would not hide himself most of the time, was standing behind him, staring at Okiya Subaru crazily, and silently ruffling his black hair.

"What should I do, Mr. Akai! ! ! "

The boy's round blue eyes were filled with "what should I do, what should I do, what should I do?" Being stared at like this, Subaru Okiya could only turn his head to look at the man next to the two of them, who had a dazed expression from just now.

Now he looks... much better.

"Suemichi-senpai?"

he asked, changing the address from "Mr. Suemichi" to "Suemichi-senpai".

The man did not hide anything. He just tilted his head slightly when the other party called him, but he no longer had the strength to make any other expressions. He stretched out his hand and pointed at his ears as before. He did not say anything, but the meaning was self-evident.

Why did he suddenly have hallucinations? Subaru Okiya frowned. It was less than ten minutes ago that he got over the last auditory hallucination. How could the interval between the onset of the disease be so short?

Then, he thought of the dusty medicine bottle he found in the old house before.

The treatment drugs that had hardly been touched, the empty refrigerator, and the kitchen that looked like it had never been used.

Okiya Subaru's brows were getting tighter and tighter.

What was the stimulus for the onset of the disease? He had seen the other party fall into this unknown disease four times. The first time was **, the second time was for unknown reasons, the third time was because of the finally relaxed nerves and Matsuo Kazushi's nonsense, and the fourth time might be because of himself.

The agent's thoughts paused briefly, and he didn't know how long ago he connected to the channel. He suddenly recalled the scene in his mind where he had run into the deputy captain standing outside the conference hall, holding a cigarette in his left hand, his deep green eyes blurred by smoke.

So his body moved faster than his thoughts, and Subaru Okiya heard himself asking, "Are we alike?" Suemitsu

Sosuke paused.

He was a little slow to react to the line that seemed to be lifted from a cliché TV drama at eight o'clock, but soon understood the meaning of the question. Akai Shuichi probably thought that he had brought up his recurring illness, and there was a little subtle apology in his words.

Some people appear to be cool guys on the surface, but in private they have maxed out the attribute of gentleness.

"No." Not wanting to make the other party feel sorry, Suemitsu Sosuke didn't look up, but just pressed the wheel of the wheelchair with his hands and got out of the place where the two could reach each other. Because he indulged himself in smoking too much tonight, his voice turned back to its original hoarseness when he spoke.

"He doesn't look like anyone."

Suemitsu Sosuke would not, and would not allow anyone to find familiar traces.

Okiya Subaru opened his eyes to Akai Shuichi, and only when the other party turned around and left did he have the opportunity to really look at that person.

Perhaps because every time he met that man, he would encounter the moment when he was devoured by mental illness. In his impression, Suemitsu Sosuke was fragile most of the time. It was not the kind of pain that floated on the surface. The man's expression was indifferent when he fought against the huge gloomy monster hovering over him, but it seemed that he was shattered from the inside, from a deeper level.

But now, seeing the man coming out of the illusion for the first time, he realized that his previous feelings were all wrong.

In a place where no one could see, when he was silent just now, he probably beat back the monster that ran out of the darkness again.

The man's back was always straight, and it had been like this for a long time. Okiya Subaru had only seen him shrouded in pain before and thought he was already deeply trapped in it.

But some people can stand up little by little and walk towards the light even if they are like this.

The black coat that Suemitsu Sosuke was wearing was blown up and down by the wind, and the moonlight poured on it, just like pouring on the sea, and the bright light patterns danced with the clothes.

The man's shoulders were thin, and Okiya Subaru had felt it before when he hugged him and put his arms around his shoulders. Now he looked thinner under the wide coat than then.

But it was very straight and hard, like his bones that would never be broken.

Why can strength and fragility be perfectly combined in one person. Okiya Subaru unconsciously raised doubts, and rubbed his fingers slightly, and the itchiness in his throat was not relieved by the cigarette just now.

He touched his pocket, and then he remembered that Subaru Okiya didn't smoke much, so he certainly didn't carry a cigarette box with him.

What an annoying addiction to cigarettes.

When Subaru Okiya was sighing like this, the little detective who had been looking troubled since the beginning finally spoke, and he shouted, "Mr. Suemitsu!"

The man who had been a long distance away stopped what he was doing and waited for the other person to finish.

Edogawa Conan ran from the deck at the stern to the man in a few steps, looked up at the other person's dark red eyes, and put on a serious look with his chubby face and round eyes.

"Please let me be your student."

He bit his lip and told the other party the deepest secret. "My name is Kudo Shinichi, and I'm a high school detective... So, I want to ask for your permission..."

The boy tugged at his sleeves tightly, feeling that he had never been so nervous before. Whether it was taking the initiative to be honest about his identity or asking a man who was obviously not easy to get along with to teach him, his heart beat wildly, as if it wanted to break out of his chest.

No one would deny the man's ability.

Moreover, he had a vague and strange premonition that the man who had completed the last mission needed another small trouble to drag him out of the endless abyss.

Even though he heard something that was too shocking for ordinary people, Suemitsu Sosuke still didn't react too much. He just looked up and carefully looked at the boy in front of him with an adult expression, and his tone was no different from before, "Why?"

"I want to protect the people around me."

Edogawa Conan said seriously.

The little boy thought of Kasugawa Shugo being carried out by two police officers, and Matsuda Jinpei's hand on the other's neck, and the chestnut-haired drug policeman's hand stained with half-dried blood as the other two officers moved.

Thinking of what Tsukiyama Asari said to him with a smile, thinking of the way he and Akai Shuichi pulled each other out of the sea, and Ran...

In an instant, too many people flooded into Edogawa Conan's mind, the trio that he still walked with every day after he became a small child, the always noisy Boy Detective Team, Haibara who liked to watch them make trouble, and the doctor who always liked to tell riddles that made the atmosphere awkward... No matter which one it was, he probably couldn't afford to lose it.

"You are amazing, amazing in every aspect, I hope Mr. Suemitsu can teach me!"

Whether it was guessing the general features of the murderer after only seeing the photo of the corpse, or deducing Okiya Subaru's identity after only seeing him three times, as well as his performance on the helicopter, he taught himself with ease. Although

Kudo Yusaku taught him a lot in Hawaii, it was what a father taught his child, covering a wide range of topics but not profound.

He needs teachings from a warrior.

Edogawa Conan bit his lips tightly, his eyes seemed to be burning with a ball of fire, the boy's courage and righteousness strangely fell on this body belonging to a child.

Suemitsu Sosuke was burned by the fire and avoided other people's sight for the first time.

A long time ago, there was also a boy who stared at his parents who finally returned home with dark red eyes, and shouted earnestly, "I want you to teach me! I want to be a policeman like you in the future!"

He saw the most familiar and unfamiliar figure in the boy, opened his mouth several times, and uttered a sound after a long time, "No, I'm not that great."

I'm not a warrior or a hero.

The man put his hands back on the wheelchair, avoided the other party, and continued to walk forward.

"Mr. Suemitsu."

Suemitsu Sosuke did not look back.

Edogawa Conan couldn't help but lower his head, with a flash of loss in his eyes. Just when he wanted to speak again, the man's slightly hoarse voice was carried by the sea breeze and passed by his ears from a distance.

"Every night. Don't bother me at other times." Before he finished speaking, the man seemed to have thought of something and added, "I'm not responsible for cleaning the classroom. I'll bring the cleaner myself."

Light flashed out of the boy's round eyes again. He made a trumpet shape with his hands, and his voice was full of joy. "Yes! Teacher Suemitsu--"

After shouting, Edogawa Conan's bright eyes fell on the man with a smile on his lips next to him, "I'll trouble you, Brother Subaru in the future!"

"......Hmm?" The smile on Okiya Subaru's face froze, and he lowered his head to look at him in confusion.

"After all, you are responsible for cleaning the room." The little detective's eyes were full of smiles.

Thinking of the dilapidated old house, who didn't know when to clean it, the FBI's ace agent couldn't control his expression for the first time.

Takeda Daiji arrived at this time and found the freshly minted students and cleaners at the stern.

"Hello, I just learned about the situation from Officer Megure." Takeda Daiji took off his mask, revealing his face with terrible scars, as if he was used to this kind of thing. He quickly explained the special nature of Kasugawa Shugo's job, "...Please sign an agreement."

Both of them had no objections. When signing, Edogawa Conan's fingers unconsciously rubbed between the papers, and finally couldn't help asking, "Uncle, is Mr. Kasugawa okay?"

Takeda Daiji was silent for a while before answering, "Still rescuing."

I don't know the situation.

The boy's expression of excitement for successfully becoming a disciple disappeared instantly.

"What happened to Mr. Kasugawa?" After Takeda Daiji walked away, Subaru Okiya frowned and asked, obviously impressed by the policeman who rushed in to save people in an emergency.

"His throat was cut by Cointreau." Speaking of Kasugawa Shugo, the boy remembered a more important person, the one who was picked up by Gin at the top of the ship, "...He also killed Mrs. Nakamichi, Mr. Akai, have you met Cointreau before?"

The man looked serious because of the word "cut throat". He thought for a long time before speaking, and his voice was full of a slight uneasiness, "We got along for a while. His knife... is poisonous."

Edogawa Conan suddenly widened his eyes.

"As long as he touches the blood, he will die of the poison within six hours at the latest." Okiya Subaru added word by word, "No cause of death can be found, and there is no antidote."

Seeing the other party's extremely shocked expression, the man suppressed his shock and uttered soothing words, "He has two daggers, and the poison is only on one of them."

However, this sentence obviously did not comfort the little boy.

Edogawa Conan's face turned visibly pale, and countless complicated thoughts swirled in his mind, making the boy dizzy and asked stubbornly, "Is there no antidote?"

"I'm sorry, boy." Okiya Subaru's words completely shattered his fantasy, "There is no antidote."

In other words, the police officer is likely to die silently in the hospital bed?

When everyone thought he had been rescued and was waiting to visit him tomorrow, when everyone fell asleep with hope, he quietly lost his breath in the ward.

The boy didn't know how he said goodbye to Okiya Subaru, or how he got back to the cabin. When he reacted, he was already standing at the door of the infirmary.

In the single compartment, the man who had just fallen into the sea had changed his clothes, his hair was half wet and draped over his forehead, and he was holding a cup of steaming hot cocoa in his hand. There was a circle of red marks on the exposed half of his wrist, which looked like it was caused by someone pinching it hard.

The man lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes completely covering the color of his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't turn around until he noticed someone at the door. After seeing who it was, the man finally smiled, "Why are you here?"

In fact, he was reading a forum.

I didn't expect that the manga would include Suemitsu Sosuke's vision, and even a lot of psychological descriptions. Tsukiyama Asari secretly curled his lips and sighed again about the pervasiveness of manga.

I guess any memories will be drawn in.

[Hahahaha what the hell is a beautiful agent with long hair! I can already imagine how everyone in the second team would work extra hard at the training ground every time Akai went to buy coffee... Hmm, how nice it would be if time could be frozen at that moment]

[It's so painful, it feels like Suemitsu Sosuke is really living a painful life. He is suffering from both mental and physical torture, and he is so proud that he would not allow himself to accept help from others and become the kind of person who can't take care of himself. How should I put it? It feels like he at least had a goal when he was alive before, which was to send that scum Matsuo to prison, but why should he live now? He

turned life into a mission. Every day when he opened his eyes, he was in new pain, a constant source of torture. Every night he had to fight the disease that was everywhere. It was so tiring to live. The line "Why is living more tiring than doing a mission" made me burst into tears. I hope Conan can help Mr. Suemitsu find a goal to live.]

[The Light of the End. This name is really... I don't even dare to call his last name. I burst into tears as soon as I said these two words. The cleaner made me laugh again. I didn't laugh for long before Shuugo came with a knife again. Haha, I'll just kill me.]

[I was shouting before, "Please don't die!", but now I hope he dies soon... It's really hard to let a person who regards living as torture stay alive, but he will definitely force himself to live, because this is not just his own business, he carries the lives of the deputy captain and the team members... It has become a heavy burden.

The deputy captain's words "Don't come over" and "It's not the time yet" are actually what Moguang wants to say to himself, you can't die now, you must wait until the last moment, the moment when life has completely passed, otherwise you will be sorry for the person who saved you]

[But if the deputy captain can see it, he probably doesn't want him to live like this.]

[I really felt that Mr. Moguang was very sick before, but now I feel that a very strong soul is trapped in this broken body.

I have interviewed people with mental illnesses such as depression. Some people say that it feels like there is a me that is not me, telling me all the time that everything is worthless, just like the monster in the Last Light OS.

Mr. Last Light, who always wins the fight with the monster every night, is really like a hero who defeats the devil. He kills the monster in the middle of the night when no one knows. No one knows what kind of faith and determination he has when he wakes up and walks to the next tomorrow.

My tears are really worthless... The knife in these chapters can just string me up and sell me to a barbecue stall. Two people who once met by chance reunited inadvertently, but things have changed a lot. Every conversation and memory is like a knife cutting flesh and blood inch by inch.

[In fact, I can't quite understand why the vice-captain's last words to Mr. Suemitsu were 'Remember me'. This is very strange. I feel that this last word had a great impact on Suemitsu. Because he wanted to remember him, he kept recalling how he was protected by someone behind him, and how he watched the other person being shot to death.]

Conan Edogawa walked over, and before he could say anything, he was picked up from the bedside and held in the other person's arms.

"Brother Asari..."

Tsukiyama Asari smiled and pinched the other's round and plump cheeks with his fingers, which made up for the regret that Suemitsu Sosuke couldn't take action just now. He let the boy, who was obviously in a very low mood, lean his head on his arms, and took off his sneakers and threw them on the ground. Now

the boy's somewhat stiff body finally relaxed. Without the worry of the soles of his shoes touching the sheets or quilt, he curled himself up and rubbed against the man.

"You're in a bad mood." Tsukiyama Asari assessed the other person's mood in a commendatory tone. Noticing that the man's eyes were always on his wrist with a circle of red marks, he smiled and let Kasugawa Shugo take the blame for the system, "This is a derivative result of the compulsory measures."

"......Hmm?"

Edogawa Conan finally reacted. He put his small hand on the other person's wrist, rubbing the circle of red marks carefully, and asked in confusion.

"As a compulsory measure for your random placement of eavesdropping devices, Kiri was forced to cook for Shugo's family late at night after returning from the police station after taking a statement." Tsukiyama Asari smiled and curled his eyes, then touched the tip of his nose helplessly, "I wanted to go to help, but he held me back. He was so strong..." "

You shouldn't cook when you're sick." The boy said sullenly, and then he realized the other meaning of the words, "Did Mr. Kasugawa go to see Brother Asari before?"

"Well, he sneaked back in late at night, not only did he eat the meal Kiri made, but he also took away all the sweets and snacks in the house, like a night-raiding hamster."

The boy curled his lips at this somewhat cute description, and then he thought of the dagger, and the smile in his eyes was once again replaced by a kind of trance-like sadness and helplessness.

He thought a lot, and even felt regretful that if he had stayed, he could have changed this uncertain outcome and prevented the police officer from having his neck cut.

This feeling of waiting for the decision of life and death was too powerless. Edogawa Conan did not dare and did not want to tell this to people close to Kasugawa Shugo, so that they would have to go through the same six hours of twists and turns as he did.

Maybe it was not six hours, because the area of ​​the wound that touched the blade was too large. If the dagger was really poisonous, Kasugawa Shugo would have absorbed too much poison in the short moment when his throat was cut.

Maybe it was only three hours.

Feeling powerless.

Edogawa Conan rubbed himself a little closer to Tsukiyama Chao's arms.

I used to be complacent for a long time because of the title of "the savior of the Japanese police" in the newspaper. Perhaps after seeing too many people, I realized that in places that the media and the public could not see, too many nameless policemen left the world, leaving only a sentence of "special condolences" in the newspaper.

He tried to restore all the sufferings that Suemitsu Sosuke had experienced from the reports that Akai Shuichi found and the words of Matsuo Kazushi. It was shocking and breathless before he had even finished half of it. He saw Matsuda Jinpei let go of the hand of his companion who needed him the most and turned to run to the fire scene. He was pushed out of the door by the policeman who didn't even dare to recognize his relatives and friends. Maybe the last words he left for him and the world were just "go quickly".

It was just Matsuo Kazushi.

It was just a collector and businessman who had close ties with the organization, who made so many people fall into the abyss one after another.

There were moments when he felt cold and fear followed him. When Suemitsu Sosuke was trapped by auditory hallucinations and stared at the railings in the distance, the proud detective asked himself, "Do you have the ability to do what you want to do? Do

you have the ability to protect everyone?"

Along with the fear grew the courage that young people will never extinguish. He shouted those words to Suemitsu Sosuke, hoping that he could become stronger, but turned around and was hit by another piece of news that he had already known.

The fear and uneasiness that had been lingering since he became a child, the strong guilt towards his childhood sweetheart, and the regrets and confusion left by countless previous cases finally burst out at this moment.

Really... I don't want to become this fragile.

At this moment, he suddenly understood Suemitsu Sosuke, who always used his unfriendly expression and impolite words to hide his own feelings.

"Take a rest if you are tired." Tsukiyama Asari's voice came from above his head, and his warm palm gently fell on his head along with the words, "It's no big deal, take a rest if you are tired, and continue on your way after you have rested."

His voice was accompanied by a smile, and his fingers slid down and poked the other's soft cheeks, "Thank you for your hard work, little detective."

The boy buried his face tightly in his arms, and in less than a moment, Tsukiyama Asari felt the slightly wet touch of the fabric on his chest.

He hugged her tighter, resting his chin on her hair, and then rubbed the quilt, wrapping Conan Edogawa, who rarely showed a vulnerable expression in front of him, and himself in the soft quilt.

This scene reminded him vaguely of Yu Gu Miu who came home in a daze after the bombing several years ago. His expression when he closed his eyes and lay on his legs was very similar to Conan Edogawa's.

He patted the man's back again and again, and felt the man in his arms trembling more and more.

Tsukiyama lowered his head and rubbed the man's soft hair. After an unknown amount of time, he could hear the sound of steady breathing from his arms.

He fell asleep.

It seems that he is too tired recently, with one case after another. It's time to take a break.

He endured the soreness in his arms and hugged him for a while. After he felt that the man was almost completely asleep, he placed him next to him and moved the pillow halfway over.

He didn't know if the comics would include what happened with Haibara Ai. He wanted to know if the things had been delivered to the little girl.

He reopened the interface without much hope, and quickly skipped the picture of himself hugging Edogawa Conan and scrolled to the end.

...It actually happened.

In the picture, the short-haired girl was in a dark cabin, staring at the window.

The knock on the door brought her back to her senses, and she looked outside. After receiving a response, the door was pushed open a crack, and Yoshida Ayumi poked her head in with a smile, showing her what was in her hand, "Ai! This is something a big brother asked me to give you."

"He said you accidentally dropped it on the ground, and when he wanted to give it back to you, you were gone. Really, you can also lose things." Kojima Genta added on the side.

"That brother was very handsome." Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko also poked his head in and recalled, "But I haven't seen him since then."

The short-haired girl's eyes widened, and her tone was obviously anxious, "Is he wearing a black windbreaker?"

Yoshida Ayumi nodded.

Ai Huihara could hardly control her expression. She took a few steps to take the things from the girl's hand, and then said "I'm going to sleep" to shut them out.

"What? Why are you so dissatisfied?" Kojima Genta complained.

"Okay, maybe Ai is too tired. A lot of things really happened today..." Yoshida Ayumi advised.

After the footsteps outside gradually faded away, the girl sat back on the bed and turned on the light of the bedside table.

The warm yellow light hit her face.

It was a long and narrow cylindrical box, which was very suitable for pens or other things. Countless possibilities flashed through Ai Huihara's mind, but after opening it, she found that it was just a thin piece of paper. Or

in other words, it was a painting.

The short-haired girl drawn in charcoal raised a smile with obvious relaxation and peace in the picture. The non-existent wind lifted her hair, and the girl reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

The background was the endless sea.

She turned the painting to the back.

[Put on more clothes.

It's cold at night, be careful of catching a cold.]

A cry and a smile fell with tears.

"Idiot."

Matsuda and Hagiwara, who had already taken a helicopter to the door of the ICU, said: Why hasn't the operation been completed yet ?

Shugo: snoring,

too fast! (Notebook)

Extra chapter -2~ 1 chapter left, thank you for your support!

I originally wanted to let the forum misunderstand A Miao for a while, and then slowly clear my name according to the plot, but I still can't bear to do it,

so I redeem it as soon as it appears?