Chapter 144
Kono Seiran, the text message he sent was successfully read. Just in case, the content sent was a string of codes, and after decryption, the address and contact information were formally attached.
If I had known it would scare myself, I wouldn't have cared so much.
He sighed with a bitter smile, and lowered his head in the dim light. Zhu Fu Jingguang still buried his head deeply, and he could only see the latter's slightly wet black hair.
As if sensing something, Gongye Shengliang's gaze fixed on a certain point and his brows furrowed.
I've been paying attention to it since then...
He moved sideways, a very slight movement that almost instantly startled Zhu Fu Jingguang. The young man suddenly raised his head, his eyes hiding too many emotions, and he was stunned for a moment.
Kono Seiryoshi didn't care. He grabbed the other person's sleeve, and when he saw that he was not stopped, he simply rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie.
Roll it up twice, revealing the undercover police officer's scarred back of his hand.
After many years, the hand that was used to holding a gun was still slender with distinct bones. There was an obvious gun mark between the thumb and index finger. Only the scar that snaked like a snake was strange and shocking.
Gong Ye Shengliang touched it lightly with his fingertips and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"
The burn marks are uneven, with a clear difference between the new and old skin. They are not aesthetically pleasing at all, and showing them might even scare timid children.
Morofushi Jingguang doesn't care much about his appearance, and his ability to endure pain is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
During his time as an undercover agent, he had no idea how many times he had crawled and fought in the dark. He had been shot, stabbed, and had broken bones and dislocated joints. In the life-and-death struggles with real guns and live ammunition, injuries had long become commonplace. During a mission, he had even seen someone put his entire palm into a brazier, burning it to a bloody mess just to destroy the palm prints.
In comparison, this injury from the burns from the ashes is nothing.
Kono Seiryoshi was wearing home clothes today, a light-colored thin coat, light-colored hair and eyelashes, and golden pupils that were lowered for him and moistened by the moonlight.
The slender white fingertips carefully stroked the ugly scar, as lightly as a feather.
The wound that had long since healed for Morofushi Jingguang suddenly began to itch from the bone gaps, spreading deep into his chest, forcing him to grit his teeth in unbearable pain.
"…It won't hurt anymore," he replied hoarsely, "Does it hurt your eyes?"
In contrast, it seems horrible.
The wound was wrapped by soft fingers, and the light in the golden eyes sank, "I just feel sad. I could have avoided these injuries."
"...Aren't you going to ask me about what happened before? About why I showed up, why I left, and now——"
"I learned a little bit, such as the fusion of the world." Morobushi Kagemitsu said, "A very small number of people discovered the anomaly, and investigating them was my previous secret mission."
He spoke calmly, his gentle voice carrying a soothing power: "But no one has definitive evidence, and even if they did, they wouldn't bother you."
"It doesn't matter. No one in the Metropolitan Police Department or the organization will mention the past anymore."
Kono Seiryoshi did not expect to hear the words "world fusion" from Morobushi Kagemitsu's mouth. He was stunned for a moment, and his brain took a beat to understand what he meant.
It is certainly good to be able to look forward, but can the past really be put behind us so easily?
"Kagemitsu."
He made up his mind to interrupt and looked directly into the eyes of the black-haired young man: "I am the one in the police academy, but so are the bad guys in the organization. There is no misunderstanding."
So don't blame yourself.
"I have lost a lot of memories at that time, and I was carrying out a very vague mission at the same time. I am sorry that I cannot recognize you."
It's not your fault.
Until now, it is difficult to evaluate the results of his mission. The only consolation is that the world line did not collapse and turned directly into a big hodgepodge.
Kono Seiryoshi had no idea how much Jingguang had done behind the scenes to be able to say with such certainty, "They won't come to bother you." If he asked, he would probably just get a smiling "No big deal" in response.
His gaze fell on the scarred back of his hand. His eyes seemed to be burned. He took a shallow breath and closed his eyes, suppressing the soreness.
The weather forecast said the rain wouldn't cover a large area that night, and indeed the rustling sound stopped at some point, and time stayed at that moment for a long time.
Zhu Fu Jingguang said nothing and looked at him quietly. It was difficult to describe whether his expression at the moment was sadness or relief.
He raised his hand and touched the young man's reddened eyes and trembling eyelashes.
Kono Seiryoshi held his hand, and before he opened his eyes, the scent of rain, which had already become very light, enveloped him.
The cool temperature quickly turned hot.
As the other party finally stopped suppressing his breathing, Kono Seiryoshi gently placed his hand on the black-haired young man's deeply bent back.
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Ding-bell, a crisp bell rang.
Kono Seiryoshi was startled. This sound seemed to be his message alert tone - wait, where did he throw the phone?
Zhu Fu Jingguang let go at the right time, listened attentively, picked up the mobile phone that had fallen into the crack of the sofa at some point and handed it to him.
"It's news from Zero."
Kono Seiryoshi skipped the usual notifications, and a number marked "ZERO" just sent him a message asking him if he had gone to bed.
"Zero?" Hearing the name of Rei Furuya, Morobushi Kagemitsu breathed a sigh of relief, but soon thought of something and frowned, "No one knows that I'm back. We haven't been in touch for a while, and I don't know how Zero is doing."
Kono Seiryoshi had a bold idea.
He clasped his hands together, his eyes brightening: "You can let Ling come over. We don't have to worry about being discovered here."
And his house is quite big! It's no problem to sleep when you are tired!
"Now...?" Zhu Fu Jingguang was a little surprised, but his eyes were shining with anticipation, and he smiled and nodded: "Okay."
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An illegally built apartment building in the suburbs of Tokyo.
The bomb threat case that the Investigation Section 1 had been monitoring for half a month was finally solved tonight. In the apartment building surrounded by a long cordon, Jinpei Matsuda, who was specially assigned to work overtime because of his excellent bomb disposal skills, put on gloves with a handsome face and conducted physical evidence detection in the criminal's cheap apartment.
Halfway through searching, a special letter reminder rang in his pocket.
"Kimino: Officer Matsuda is free nowヾ(≧∪≦)ノ〃"
"Kimino: Do you want to come to my house for a midnight snack?"
The black-haired police officer's eyes lit up, but then went out the next second.
He looked at the half-searched room and suppressed his anger by uttering a sigh.
"Matsuda: Still working overtime, my asshole boss won't let me go (▼皿▼#)"
"Matsuda: Why do you suddenly want to have a midnight snack so late? Be careful not to fall asleep."
"Kimino: [The cat is surprised][The cat sympathizes][The cat gives you a comforting hug]"
"Kimino: Keimitsu is back! Rei is here too! So I was thinking about asking you to come over too, so we can get together."
"Kimino: I'll have to wait until next time [sigh][touch]"
Oh, it's -- wait? Who's here too?
Jinpei Matsuda's eyes suddenly became sharp.
He quickly found the number of a blond-haired, dark-skinned guy and sent a message through gritted teeth:
"You bastard! Don't run away, you hear me!"
His hand speed was fast to begin with, and now the keys were almost sending out sparks. He followed for several more steps, standing on the moral high ground and pointing angrily at the blond bastard.
It was written in one breath, full of personal bias, and the last sentence was: "In short, there is absolutely no hope for you!"
It didn't take long for Jinpei Matsuda to see the status of the message changed to "read". He waited patiently for a while, but never received a reply.
Matsuda Jinpei: "……………………"
Read but not reply? Great.
Then don't blame him for having an itchy fist the next time you meet :)
The author has something to say:
*Mazda: How can you not go crazy if you work overtime? Just bear with it!
zero：XD
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