However, even if he knew there was such a person, Kudo had never seen her, let alone knew her name.

Moreover, as two completely different individuals, Kudo has no interest in getting to know another childhood sweetheart of his.

After all, it has nothing to do with him anyway.

However, seeing the anxiety and worry on the girl's face, the black-haired boy's sea-blue eyes darkened, he pursed his lips, and lowered his head and stopped looking.

The falling hair covers the eyes and hides the expression.

So what if he looks at it again? It has nothing to do with him.

and……

Kudo stared at the fabric of his pants in a daze, his fingertips tightly grasping the rough fabric of his jeans, and he couldn't help but think almost harshly in his mind.

If he were missing, I'm afraid no one would care, let alone worry.

After all, he is just a tool that is quite useful to the organization.

But there are many such tools. If the first one disappears, there will be the first and the third one in the future. He is not irreplaceable - although he does not want to be that so-called irreplaceable tool.

Apart from the organization, he couldn't even find any reason to prove that he might be an important person in the eyes of others - he was not important at all.

He is like a piece of chicken ribs, tasteless to eat and can be thrown away...with no regrets.

If someone treated him as important...

The faces of Bourbon and Scotland gradually emerged in his mind, but were quickly dispelled by Kudo. His fingertips dug into the fabric with such force that it turned white.

No...no, he is not like them and never will be.

As an artificially modified experimental subject, Kudo is clearly aware of his own abnormality - he can never be the same as a normal person.

He had long forgotten what it felt like to be a normal person. He didn't know what a normal person was thinking, and he had even gotten used to receiving a huge amount of useless information all the time.

——He is also incomplete.

He's a... monster.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh, looking up at the roof of the black car, thinking as a matter of course.

He is a monster, so he cannot be seen by people, which is normal.

——

Subaru Okiya gave Ran Mouri some possible directions to look for, and then he laughed off Ran's question about whether there was anyone in the car, then said goodbye to her and returned to the car.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Subaru Okiya first glanced at Kudo through the rearview mirror, then paused.

He looked at the boy's expressionless face and for some reason felt that he seemed a little weirder than before.

In short, he seemed to have returned to the state he was in when he first met them.

That kind of desireless, silent, and dying look is chilling no matter how you look at it.

Was it his action just now?

Subaru Okiya quickly grasped the crux of the problem.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, then let go of it, turned to look at Kudo, and asked, "Hajime, what happened?"

But the first question now is to confirm whether his change is because of himself. If so, Akai Shuichi thought.

Maybe he needs to revise his evaluation of this person. :,,.