"Go away, you blond monster! You are not welcome here!"

"A monster with golden hair and strange eyes, a little monster with no friends!"

Just as the dizziness wore off and before he fully sobered up, Qichuan Yuan heard waves of childish insults. He opened his eyes calmly, and saw several distorted figures, his eyes blurred by tears.

Why is Qichuan Yuan crying every time he comes over? He frowned in disgust, skillfully separated himself from Qichuan Yuan, and watched this domineering scene with cold eyes.

"Yuan is not a monster!"

A Yuan, who was about seven or eight years old, wiped his tears in grievance. He looked at the ferocious children in front of him and took a few steps back in fear. Unfortunately, he tripped over a brick and fell heavily to the ground.

A burst of malicious laughter broke out from the opposite side, and they pointed at A Yuan and laughed until they bent over.

"Hahaha, not only is he a monster, he's also an idiot!"

Qichuan Yuan helplessly rubbed his forehead: Come on, dear, you are Qichuan Yuan after all, please stand up for yourself, how can you be bullied like this by a few kids?

He walked around A Yuan, looking at his fearful face, and felt a little choked up. He sighed in silence, "At least stand up..."

"What are you doing!?"

Gen Sugawa looked up in surprise and saw a blue-eyed kid with curly hair and a scar on his face standing beside him with his hands on his hips, looking serious. He had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. Why did he look so much like Jinpei Matsuda?

They didn't expect someone would come and get involved, a senior kid who looked very tough to deal with. The kids looked at each other guiltily and decided to run away. They turned around and disappeared.

spicy chicken.

Komatsuda sneered and walked towards A Yuan with a cold face. He pursed his lips and softened his voice uncomfortably, but his expression was still frighteningly cold. "They're gone. It's okay."

A Yuan shuddered, wiped away his tears, looked at the boy in front of him with a cold face who looked difficult to deal with, and said thank you carefully.

Xiao Songtian nodded, not wanting to meddle in other people's business any more, and turned to leave. However, his clothes were pulled heavy, and he turned back. Looking at the timid expression of the curly-haired kid, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing?"

A Yuan hesitated for a while and whispered: "My name is Qichuan Yuan, can I be your friend?"

"Can."

He looked up in surprise and joy, looked at the expressionless curly-haired boy and nodded.

"My name is Jinpei Matsuda."

This development was something that Gen Sugawa had not expected. Did Gen Sugawa and Jinpei Matsuda know each other so long ago? It was still a melodramatic story of a hero saving a beautiful girl.

However, the subsequent developments were beyond Qichuanyuan's expectations.

After they became friends, Yuan became Matsuda Jinpei's follower. Because they went to the same school and wanted to follow this new friend, he would sneak out before class was over almost every day and squat at the door of Matsuda Jinpei's classroom waiting for someone.

Until this behavior was discovered by the teacher, Ayuan's parents were called.

Because Kurosawa Jin left, A Yuan lost his playmate, so he would pester Mrs. Gojo almost every day, wanting to go out to school.

In fact, A Yuan could receive private education at home, but under his coquettishness, Mrs. Gojo softened her heart and tolerantly agreed to A Yuan. She did not arrange for anyone to follow him and let him go to school independently, just like an ordinary child.

But she didn't expect that such a thing would happen within just a few days. Her child was actually bullied.

Mrs. Gojo gently touched A Yuan's head and said, "A Yuan is wrong."

The short-haired female teacher wearing glasses shook her head in disapproval, "Yes, Qichuan, how can you skip class?"

A Yuan pursed his lips and his eyes turned red, but the next second he heard his mother say, "How could A Yuan allow them to bully him?"

Eh? The teacher and A Yuan both looked at her in surprise. Only Qichuan Yuan smiled. He looked at the black curly-haired woman whose face he couldn't see clearly no matter what, and a faint joy surged in his heart.

"If someone bullies Yuan, Yuan will bully them back."

"Wait a minute," the teacher said in astonishment. What is this? "Please don't say this to children."

Mrs. Gojo said softly, and chuckled, "Well, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

She bent down and rubbed Ayuan's furry head. "Ayuan, if you are bullied, you must tell mom. Mom will help you teach them a lesson."

No, the teacher's eyes widened. How could such a gentle lady say such a thing?

She quickly said, "If you encounter such a situation, be sure to tell the teacher, and the teacher will help you solve it."

A Yuan looked up blankly and nodded, not knowing what he heard.

However, this incident did not affect the relationship between A Yuan and Matsuda Jinpei. A Yuan just dropped out of school and went home to receive private education. Usually he had to finish all his homework before going out to play with his friends.

In addition, Mrs. Gojo also sent Ayuan to learn Sanda.

In a blink of an eye, time came to the year when Yuan was 19 years old. Qichuan Yuan stood by and frowned in confusion after seeing the movements of the hands of the young man who looked exactly like him and had an indifferent expression.

What is he doing? Defusing a bomb?

"It seems that there is a bomb that has been dismantled in Gen. Sugawa's hand. His hands move without hesitation. He seems to be very familiar with the process. He dismantles the last bomb neatly and efficiently.

He walked around and opened a cabinet in the room. Inside was a man who was tied up and unconscious.

He took off his gloves and stuffed them into his pocket, then took out his cell phone and dialed a few numbers - "Moshimoshi, this is the Metropolitan Police Department, what can I do for you?"

"Qikawa Gen lowered his eyes, his eyes were full of inorganic cold light, he casually opened a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, lowering his voice: "Asai Villa District, bomb, bomber."

Then, without waiting for the person on the other end to respond, he hung up the phone, opened the window, and jumped out into the strong wind.

Sugawa Gen:? This is the top floor!

What on earth has he been through in these years? Is this crazy psychopath the same cowardly kid from before?

He ran over and saw only the corner of Qichuan Yuan's clothes blown up by the wind. In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed again.

Is it the familiar rice flower center square, an older coffee shop, where the bored Gen Sugawa and Mrs. Gojo are sitting at a table by the window?

How could this be? Saikawa Gen stood there in shock. Didn't Mrs. Gojo die before Saikawa Gen was 13 years old?

While he was in a daze, a lady wearing glasses sat across from them and complained in a familiar tone, "Really? It's not a holiday, but there's so much traffic outside. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

Qichuan Gen frowned, Princess Eri?

"It's okay, we just got here too," Mrs. Gojo said with a smile, "It's been a long time since we last met."

They exchanged pleasantries for a while, then Mrs. Gojo turned and said something to Sugawa Gen, then walked out of the house arm in arm with Kisaki Eri, talking and laughing.

"Qikawa Gen watched the two people walk away reluctantly, stirring the latte art in the cup dejectedly, his eyes lingering on the calendar on the counter, November 8th.

Sugawa Gen is very confused now. He feels that his memories this time are in many contradictions with Kurosawa Jin's memories.

In my previous memory, Sugawa Gen is clearly in Yokohama. And Mrs. Gojo has been dead for a long time. What's going on?

"Ah, sorry, Xiao Zhenping, I suddenly have a mission, I have to leave first!"

"Gen Sagawa's eyes moved and he looked towards the corner. As expected, he saw Jinpei Matsuda. He was looking at another man thoughtfully. This man should be the Kenji Hagiwara that Jinpei Matsuda usually mentioned, right?

He was silent for a while, picked up his phone and left the cafe.

In another corner of the cafe, a young man with medium-length hair ate a few bites of dessert, picked up his phone and ran out in a panic.

Matsuda Jinpei responded, "Be careful!"

He sighed. He finally came out to rest, but he had a mission to do. He finished his coffee, stood up and was about to leave, but his eyes glanced at the figure at the window and stopped. Qichuan was here too?

No one knew how things turned out like this. There were continuous explosions in a part of the nearby area. The street was in chaos. Gen Saikawa looked back with a chill as he watched one person after another pass through his body. He ran around in a shiver, watching "Gen Saikawa" running towards the center of the explosion with an anxious look on his face.

Several police officers rushed over to stop the man who was desperately running inside, "It's very dangerous ahead, don't get close!"

"Qikawa Gen" frowned, nimbly passed through the police encirclement, and ran into the building.

There were only a few people in the building, including the bomb disposal police wearing heavy protective clothing and Kenji Hagiwara in plain clothes.

He slipped through the emergency exit and ran towards the top floor with a determined goal. However, Hagiwara Kenji spotted him and followed him closely.

"Stop! It's dangerous inside, come back quickly!"

Kenji Hagiwara shouted anxiously, and could only run up with him. When they were exhausted, they reached the top floor. Kenji Hagiwara's pupils shrank sharply, and he felt a chill on his back as he looked at the dense bombs.

The most terrifying thing was that there were two women tied up near the bombs on both sides of the hall.

They are Lady Gojo and Eri Kisaki.

"A Yuan! Go back!"

The person tied up at the innermost part of the hall was Mrs. Gojo, and she anxiously shouted to the young man who was approaching.

"Qikawa Gen" stopped where he was, looking at the complicated wiring of the bombs with a feeling of helplessness in his heart - all the bombs were connected to each other, the wiring was extremely complicated, and he had no idea where to start.

Suddenly, there was a cold and weird sound in the hall, followed by a wanton and shrill laugh, "Hahaha, someone is finally here, I've been waiting for a long time, let's start the game"

Hagiwara Kenji raised his head warily and looked at the camera in the corner, "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

"Don't be nervous," the voice whistled happily, "it's just a little game..."

"Have you heard of the Russian Roulette?" It clapped its hands and laughed like a child, which was creepy. "Just happened to get six people together..."

It murmured: "Two beautiful ladies, two upright policemen, and two cruel lunatics."

Where is the sixth person? Hagiwara Kenji frowned.

However, "Sugawa Gen" suddenly raised his head, and from this point of view, he saw Matsuda Jinpei lying unconscious against the wall.

"Yoho - let me announce the rules of the game. I have prepared two guns, one with bullets and one without. This is a game of luck. Starting with me, the loser will have to pay with his life!"

"After the game is over, I will turn off the connection between the bombs, and then I can defuse them. If anyone wants to escape, I will blow them up together!"

There is silence, this is crazy.

But everyone's life is in its hands, and they can only wait silently for it to act.

There was a slight click, and it was loaded.

After the first shot, it sighed with regret: "Huh? It's actually an empty shell?"

The second shot was aimed at Hibiki Eri, and it fired, and also had a bye.

The third shot was aimed at Lady Gojo, and it was a bye.

Until the last shot, aimed at "Qikawa Gen", after a moment of terrifying silence, it laughed exaggeratedly: "Wow! What good luck! All the rounds were byes!"

"The combined equipment has been shut down. Let's start defusing the bomb now. The tools are in the corner. But I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. You must defuse it from the outside to the inside. If you don't obey, I'll blow you up."

"Crazy!" Hagiwara Kenji cursed secretly, and went to the corner to pick up the tools.

"Sugawa Gen" looked at the camera coldly, he didn't believe what it said. But Mrs. Gojo was trapped by the bomb, so he had to obey.

The outermost one is the bomb on Eri Kisaki's body. The bomb lines are very complicated. Hagiwara Kenji gritted his teeth and strained to identify the red and yellow lines.

After finally cutting the red thread, he breathed a sigh of relief and moved on to the next one.

"Congratulations! The first bomb was successfully defused!"

The voice sounded again, laughing maliciously: "Congratulations, you've been fooled! The real bomb is only the one at the innermost part. Now turn on the switch and the five-second countdown begins - I wish you good luck!"

Hagiwara Kenji turned on the switch himself, and when he realized this, his face turned pale. But the time was too short, so he could only untie the rope around Kisaki Eri and yelled to Sugawa Gen: "Get out!"

"Qikawa Gen looked at him expressionlessly, and the next second, flames shot up into the sky. The heat wave of the explosion blew up Qichuan Gen's hair, and the fiery red light reflected on his cold face. He was hit against the wall by the explosion, and his body was covered with his own blood and the blood splashed by Lady Gojo.

Hagiwara Kenji turned around and protected Kisaki Eri. When the explosion ended, he pulled Kisaki Eri up and said, "Get out of here!"

He turned around and rushed into the fire.

Kisaki Eri's pupils constricted, Gojo!

She grabbed Hagiwara Kenji and said, "Don't go! It's dangerous!"

The second explosion started. Standing at the outermost side, they could only see the blood-stained child falling to the ground again. But he struggled to get up again, looked at the door with a pale face, his beautiful eyes drooped weakly, turned his head coldly, and was engulfed by the flames in the blink of an eye.

Gen Saikawa was stunned outside. At the moment the explosion began, he saw Mrs. Gojo's appearance clearly - how could it be, how could it be her?

The woman who had adopted him and then abandoned him.