69novels Chapter 99
Chapter 99
Qian Mu actually didn't intend to come over.
From last night until five o'clock this afternoon, he was sitting in Nagano's office, sorting out the family business that Gin has worked so hard to build for him over the years, thinking about which ones to throw away, which ones to transfer, and which ones to keep as a cover to fool people all over the world. How will the members of the...
Gin is so capable. It took 12 years to at least quadruple the power of the already huge organization. Not to mention printing out all the materials can fill up several houses. Bury the boss who looked around with his hands in his hands to see the scenery.
A Gu only helped to pick out the important parts, and refused to help the lazy A Yuan to summarize the content and write a plan for the family to get away with it.
"By the way, just finish all the things you have to do! Really, I now know why Ah Yuan is so good at being lazy, it's all because of Brother Gin's habit! What would you do without Brother Gin?"
"Oh, don't say that, I've been diligent all these years...... Well, isn't there you, my good Agu?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, these words are barely useful to me who is still an egg, don't think about it now! I won't help, I want to do experiments with Xiao Ai, I can't go away!...Ah, ah, I'm so mad, Ah Yuan, do you remember or not? The super luxurious and enhanced version of special effect medicine made last time can only last for three years, and two years have passed, you..."
"Huh? Oh, I remembered, time flies so fast, there is only one year left."
"........."
"Don't be angry, take your time, don't worry, one year will definitely be enough time, does Agu want tea? It's the heat-clearing and soothing jasmine tea made by Sharon."
"...I! Drink! No! Come! Ah Yuan had better not enter the digital world for the next week, or I will absolutely bite you!!!"
Dr. Yagumon, who considers himself a polite and gentle beast, grinned his fangs threateningly, but was run away by the slow Ah Yuanqi without any accident.
The red-haired man returned with a ruddy complexion, full of vigor, and his body was visibly stronger. No matter how you look at it, he looks like he has recovered from a serious illness and can let go of his hands to harm the world. It almost makes people forget that he is terminally ill.
That's right, "almost".
All those who knew that Yuan Qianmu was terminally ill began to suspect from the first moment they saw him that this guy just looked physically fit, but he was actually playing them again - but they haven't found evidence yet.
So as expected of them, they knew Yuan Qianmu too well.
The terminal illness of the red-haired man was indeed not cured.
Probably more than half of it has been cured, but no cure has been found.
Agu led his researchers to upgrade the special medicine more than a dozen times. The last version was very effective and greatly improved his physical fitness. The eve of death is still the same.
Probably, like an invincible eternal flower?
Of course, although the eternal rose is beautiful, the man still has no intention of making himself a flower.
He is not in a hurry just because there is really no need to be in a hurry. The upper limit of the world view has been raised high enough. He played with the materials that cheated him at will in his hands. Now he can re-invest in research at any time, but he has other materials now. It doesn't matter if the research is put aside for a while.
Although Agu is a quick-tempered person, he is full of anger. Out of his trust in him, he puts his foot down for the time being, and is not in a hurry to tell Ah Yuan's family members—Ms. Sharon Either of Xiao Zhibao and Xiao Zhibao found out, oh, Ah Yuan has no fruit to eat. Brother Gin and Brother Xiu are not bad, but I always feel that if they know it will be very dangerous...
Thanks to the considerate Agu, Qian Mu can still sit and watch the show, oh no, do something serious that he should have done 12 years ago.
The BOSS visited the headquarters in person, and no one else was allowed to approach it. It was the first time that the secret base, which was deserted for a few floors but still full of people, was so quiet for the first time.
Organized, the second in command is inseparable as a bodyguard and responsible for food, the most beloved woman brings tea and water, asks for warmth and squeezes her shoulders, BOSS is very relieved, feeling that the fatigue of hard work has dissipated a lot, I am really tired, and I can also listen to the idiot number one remotely The life and death parting with Hong Yueguang screamed and refreshed, and I could take the time to glance at the live broadcast on the other side to see how the idiot No. [-] planned to participate in his script writing...
After only looking at it for a while, BOSS stopped flipping through the file: "?"
After looking at it a little more, the boss pinched the pen between his fingers, and the ink splashed all over the table.
After looking at it a little more, the ink on his hands became more and more dirty, and even ruined the clean windbreaker, the boss couldn't help laughing.
The curly-haired idiot is very courageous, and his consciousness is very firm. He quickly and happily relieved himself before the show started. Thank you to the people, thank you to the police academy, and I chose to sacrifice myself—who gave him the courage?Yuan Qianmu?Um?
The relieved expression of "I have no regrets in this life" hanging on Curly's face is as obtrusive as one would want to smash his face with a punch.
Haha, want to relax?
There is no chance, and the curly-haired idiot will never be relieved in this life.
The video sent to Matsuda Jinpei was a composite, and the bomb in the No. 72 pod of the Ferris wheel was real, but the person who entered it couldn't be Qianmu who was far away in Nagano.
To deal with a person like Matsuda Jinpei, it is useless to threaten him with his own life. To make him really have a long memory, the effect is to attack someone he cares about, so the sacrifice is "Yuan Qianmu".
This method is extremely ruthless, and it is even more cruel to the curly-haired idiot who thought that his best friend was killed by him, but Qian Mu didn't intend to stop halfway.
Matsuda Jinpei's awakening in the elevator may have lasted a second. After flying over, he still wanted to act in a high-risk action movie. The police officer applauded. It seems that the police officer has not learned enough lessons, and the impression needs to be a little deeper.
So he actually arranged for a firework to be enjoyed by the officers who refused to leave when night fell.
After appreciating, no matter what the police officer thinks in his heart, how pitiful his miserable appearance is, the boss of the black and evil forces who is obsessed with his career says he is very busy, so don't call, and if you want to talk to him, you have to wait until he is finished and in a better mood.
——It should have been like this, be ruthless to the end.
Before the grand fireworks bloom, 17:00.
The red-haired man sat at the desk where the former BOSS had sat. His right hand, which had regained its fairness after three washes, was holding a pen made of a stronger material. His seemingly careless eyes scanned the lines of text, and occasionally made marks on the paper.
The action of picking up the mobile phone with his left hand and sticking it to his ear is really perfunctory. He is double-minded, answering every sentence without a word. The idiot heard the flaw.
"...The squad leader said that on the day of the wedding, everyone will be the best man, but the day before the wedding, he will beat everyone up."
"I can't bear the squad leader's fist. It seems that I can't participate... But if you are willing to help me get that beating, maybe I can go?"
"…………Okay."
"Am I serious?"
"...Nonsense, as many meals as you want!"
Probably starting from here, the silly curly hair is in a state of pain that is about to break.
"Zero that idiot."
"Well, well, all of you."
"Which good brother of yours is Shuichi Akai?"
"Well, isn't the topic jumping a little fast?"
"Heh, it's different to be a good brother who has become a good brother in a month. The gifts you give out are several million dollars. You have a really good relationship."
"There's no way to refute this, but I must declare that it's purely a coincidence, and what's more, it's not cheap to give you..."
"broken."
"what?"
"Sunglasses, hey, the fucking bomber, I broke my sunglasses in two—it can't be repaired anymore!"
Curly suddenly began to swear irritablely, and the intermittent sound of gasping was a bit strange, don't ask, it's just that he was plotted against a few days ago, and he still hasn't recovered from the cold.
"If it can't be repaired, just replace it with a new one, and replace it with the style you like."
"Change the fart, continue to use Sticky, a little girl said that she has non-marking glue, I will go back and ask her."
"Others will misunderstand that the income of the police is too low, and they can't even afford sunglasses. You don't want to use this method to save the country, and you should be the police chief?"
"Oh, that's great, let's try this."
The idiot under the Ferris wheel is still talking hard.
But Qian Mu paused, put down his pen after a while, and connected the computer to the pinhole camera placed in the hidden corner of the Ferris wheel, and saw clearly the haggard figure that was about to darken into the ditch before it was dark.
I haven't cried yet, I'm sniffing and making a phone call, I have to suffocate.
But this curly-haired idiot is more pitiful than imagined.
He used to be a ghost wandering in the past, and no one could control him no matter how he was made or tossed about. Now the real dead man couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him back to the human world in the current timeline. He wanted to go back but didn't dare. The vigorous police dog was instantly turned into a cat with broken ears and hair loss by the heavy rain, or the kind that was homeless.
"..."
The man tapped the table with his fingertips.
Although it was very pitiful, he didn't really want to pick up the drowning cat, the golden retriever, back home.
At least now that the anger has not subsided, I have no such plan at all...
Just as he was thinking relentlessly, the curly-haired idiot in the broadcast screen moved.
Maybe it was because his neck was sore from standing for too long, the black-haired man suddenly raised his head high, as if he wanted to raise his hands too, and wipe his face that was completely cooled by the wind.
But just as he raised his right arm less than one centimeter, his face immediately changed color. It was obviously painful. His arm was pressed hard at noon, and he came here in the afternoon, doing pole vaulting and jumping on the pod , the bone was not broken before, but now it will be broken by himself.
The man breathed in silently, and could only give up his handsome posture, grinning his teeth, clamped the phone between his shoulders and neck, and wiped his face vigorously with his intact hand. Of course, his face and eyes were all wiped.
His movements are big enough and rough enough, but they just don't make a sound for the person on the other end of the phone to hear.
"What noise? Where did the noise come from? It's windy on my side—yes, it's also windy on the ground. Kenji's idiot's new car..."
"..."
Qian Mu didn't know when he raised his cheeks and looked at the man in the picture whose expression and tone were extremely inconsistent.
I'm about to cry now, what should I do later?
Tsk, Matsuda Jinpei, just this psychological quality... really can't do it.
He thought about it for about 5 minutes, and spent 5 minutes putting away the remaining documents that he hadn't read. When he walked out of the office, he was still perfunctory on the phone.
Communication with subordinates is all about eyes. Gin consciously stays temporarily to take over the BOSS's work. Belmode, who has not touched a single piece of paper, leans against the door, shaking the car keys in his hand as expected, smiling more like It's a snickering at the BOSS.
The BOSS blinked with an innocent face, this level of teasing could no longer hurt him.
Belmode drove, under the premise of safe driving and patiently waiting for traffic lights, from Nagano to Tokyo, and it took one hour, five and 10 minutes.
Arrived on time at seven o'clock, and hung up the phone on time, after that, he waited for half an hour at the gate of the square in distaste, until the smoke and dust from the explosion raging in the square dissipated a little, and finally walked into the square with a frown on his face. Found Matsuda Jinpei.
Qian Mu stared at the sad abandoned dog for a long time before taking another step.
In the process of slowly approaching, he seriously reflected on himself, is it too easy to soften his heart?At the beginning, he made a vow to take revenge on the idiots who hurt him.
For the "villain" who is positioned as the boss behind the scenes, kindness and soft-heartedness are both debuffs, and it is almost impossible to escape the end of death.
But...forget it.
All in all, the end result is this:
The evil villain big boss is walking towards the light of justice.
The light didn't go out, it was just so shocked that he couldn't speak.
What fell from the sky was not the embers of the fireworks, but the dim soot. He slumped on the roof of the building and did not move for a long time. It was already so dark that he could blend into the night, but this time he fell even more disheveled.
From the unsightly curly hair, to the face he is most proud of all over his body, to the invisible white shirt, nothing is clean.
The boss is a bit of a clean freak. He thought that even if the poor abandoned dog looked at him stupidly, he would not be able to touch or hold his hand.
But he actually touched it.
The outstretched hand was more gentle than he felt. When the red-haired man touched the dark head, he patted the ashes. The particles mixed into the hair could not be patted off. Just hug the idiot who finally cried.
This light... these lights are not scalding, they will not burn him, the touch only has the warmth of scalding.
Black to white is suicidal, but fortunately he has never been black and white, he is just a man with a pure self.
He only does what he wants, he only wants what he wants, and he doesn't care what other people think.
"Okay."
very pitiful.
"Don't cry."
Patting on the warm but dirty back, the red-haired man's voice was soft, but he sighed in his heart: It's so pitiful, although it could be a little more pitiful, but...you are so pitiful, let me let you go, After all, you and others have no chance to repent.
——From the day you provoked me, you are destined to never know my "true face", friends.
——Let’s just stay on the safe stage honestly and welcome the return of “Yuan Qianmu”.
"..."
From the perspective of the stunned black-haired man, the world is completely different.
No matter how brilliant the fireworks are, the world in his eyes is still gloomy.
After the fireworks three years ago, it was still not completely dark. Between revenge and remembrance, he would occasionally see some familiar colors, evoking a short-term peace in his heart.
After tonight, from that moment onwards, all the colors disappeared.
What he saw in front of him was like a black-and-white silent film with only antics. He tried his best to tell him how beautiful the world was, but he didn't feel it at all, let alone how funny it was.
He actually heard the voice in front of him. The reason why Matsuda Jinhei didn't respond was partly because he was heartbroken, and partly because he finally listened to Yuan Qianmu's words and struggled until the last moment in order to live.
Those who will come to the square at this time know that it has something to do with that damn bastard without even thinking about it. He needs to calm down, hear clearly what the other party wants to do, and save his life before he can continue to avenge his dead friend.
At this moment, he has no contacts at all, but Yuan Qianmu Shangxiang.
A person dies right in front of his eyes. Could it be possible to cheat a corpse?Besides, the voice is obviously different. This person's voice is too soft, and even if he doesn't smile, it seems to be a smile. It is different from the memory of the red-haired young man, even if he deliberately acts softly, he always reveals a tone of indifference and alienation. too big.
It was not Yuan Qianmu's reason to come, Matsuda Jinping could silently analyze a hundred of them.
However, it is very unfair.
The visitor wanted to prove that he was Yuan Qianmu, all he had to do was make the man who refused to receive the message look up, and put himself into his dark eyes.
In the dark night sky where the gunpowder smoke has not dispersed, there is no moon or star point to be found. In the narrow and cold world, only this person has color.
Someone lightly pushed aside the veil of silence, letting the red moonlight shine on the world.
The man kneeling on the ground was covered in dust all over his body, and he was overwhelmed by grief in his embarrassment, but the red moon standing in front of him was flawless.
Moonlight smiled, as if he didn't see how miserable the man was in a mess, he gave him a comforting hug, and let his white windbreaker fall to the ground, and his neat red hair was also dragged into the dust.
Tick tock.
The stagnant second hand broke free.
The whistling wind blew, the Ferris wheel was able to turn, and the tombstone without a photo was taken out from the heart, and it was released back to the free world. The world finally showed colors other than black and white and red.
"........."
The man who hadn't shed tears since elementary school cried.
To be honest, because of the depressive emotions that I had endured for three years, I suddenly let out a flood, but I was stubbornly trying to control my expression, the search department, no, the crying face of the number one handsome guy in the Metropolitan Police Department is ugly.
The hug from his best friend who came back from the dead was very warm. During this period, he thought of nothing but said nothing, in short—there is no such thing as crying with joy or crying.
Matsuda Jinpei, who had spoiled his handsome face, suddenly gritted his teeth, and rubbed his chin against the much stronger shoulder of his best friend.
With a distorted expression on his face, he couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately wanted to destroy the weird posture of coaxing the little kid, push away the red hair of the real cheating corpse, and then grabbed his collar and roared three hundred times, you bastard! !
But he forgot that he had broken an arm.
"Yuanqianmu, what the hell—hiss!!!"
"Hey, be nice to yourself, Zhen Ping, I've already made it clear that you're an idiot, why don't you... demonstrate it again enthusiastically?"
Hitting someone and grabbing his collar failed, but he broke his hand in a hurry. The curly-haired idiot's expression became even more ferocious. If he messed around again, his arm could be amputated directly.
"I really don't know if you and Yan Er have a good heart, or you made an appointment to deliberately create a burden for me."
Even his reputation did not forget a scourge, which was seriously suspected to be deliberate.Qianmu tsk tsk in his heart, he couldn't bear to see Curly's stupidity, he grabbed Curly's right arm, and touched it a few times seemingly casually: "It's really broken, now it can be saved, this brave and fearless man Mr. Police Officer, do you want a kind-hearted person passing by to take you to the hospital?"
"Go to hell!!!" Matsuda Jinpei recovered from the severe pain, surprised, happy and angry, and then confused with the situation, those who didn't know thought he was crazy, "what the hell The situation? That idiot with a disgusting tone, Joyful, didn’t make it difficult for you? Stop talking nonsense, and tell me your current physical and mental health, and you must explain what’s wrong!”
"Ah, disgusting..." Qianmu pretended to be thinking about who Matsuda Jinpei was talking about, "Isn't this already embarrassing? But the end is right in front of your eyes, and the embarrassment was not successful, so I can appear here."
"..."
"how……"
"Idiot! You all know that I was targeted by your 'colleague' with a brain. That guy might still be watching here. Why did you come here even though you escaped? Do you have a brain? Yuan Qianmu !Anyway, you are so good at hiding, why don't you get out of here and stay in a safe place!"
Police Officer Matsuda endured the pain of losing his hand and yelled loudly, like a humanoid cannon that exploded fiercely. It was very different from the depression that was able to write a suicide note on the spot a few minutes ago. He scolded all the depression in the past three years.
Qian Mu's smile didn't change, but he silently wrote down how many times Curly called him "idiot", "stupid", "disgusting tone", "brain pit" and other descriptions are also very vivid, which shows the level of Chinese of Police Officer Matsuda is really good.
He is indeed the man who sent him more than 3000 unique text messages in three years, and almost exploded his phone after Jie Rong.
When Matsuda Jinpei's extreme reaction subsided a bit, Qianmu looked directly at his still trembling pupils, and his calm tone was a soothing agent for his anxiety: "That person thought I was dead, and your performance helped me fool me. It won't take long to leave him, but until he finds out that I'm still alive, it's safe here."
"..."
Matsuda Jinping closed his eyes and let out a long hiss.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes regained his composure: "At that time, was there no one in the pod?"
Qian Mu knew that the black-haired man asked this question not to get a reply from him, but to sort out the context himself.
Therefore, he naturally avoided the link of answering, and asked instead: "Will you be disappointed?"
The friend who exchanged his life for his life did not actually come, but played a trick to deceive the black hand who was playing tricks and himself in the game. late.
Normally, it hurts to do that.
But Matsuda Jinpei gave him only one answer: "Fuck you."
Disappointed ass.
It was too late for him to be happy.
"Well, you swear a lot tonight. I thought you were at the peak of your irascibility when you were 22 years old. You haven't learned how to cultivate yourself in middle age. Suffering from cardiovascular disease is very troublesome..."
"I'll give you a fucking beating and start cultivating your body. Hey, there's one more question you haven't answered yet. Pretend you didn't hear it?"
"Very good, very good, healthy in every way."
Qian Mu gave an official answer common to everyone, and his gaze under the sunglasses was quiet and sharp.
It was impossible for Curly to be arrogant in front of him for a minute.
It was only his eyes that were sharp and stinging, but his smile was still very kind: "Smell of smoke."
Matsuda Jinpei: "?"
Suddenly, something was wrong, and the human-shaped explosive pack police officer who was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue him suddenly deflated.
"Even if you stop smoking one day in advance, take six baths a day, and change three clothes, it's useless."
Qianmu's knees touched the ground at some point, and he turned into a kneeling posture.
When he was speaking, he leaned over slightly, and slowly straightened the collar of the paralyzed police officer. His gloved left hand was fine, but on the other side, he could see it even in dim light. Coal, so black that there are no fingerprints.
The smile widened slightly.
Picking a fair spot on the police officer's handsome face to rub off the ashes, the red-haired man gracefully clutched his collar, lifted him up, and once again looked directly at the idiot who ignored his real last words: "Because it's been marinated to taste." I seem to remember that an enthusiastic consultant who died early reminded you that if you want to relieve stress, don’t smoke too hard, and you will get yourself out of lung cancer sooner or later..."
"Well, I should remember correctly. In this regard, officer, do you have anything to explain?"
"........."
The blood that had been frozen by mourning gradually flowed back, but it seemed to flow too violently. Officer Matsuda opened his round eyes, but was shocked by the red pupils so close, and couldn't even utter an unreasonable murmur.
He was even a little confused and couldn't tell what was wrong.
This guy who is full of black air... No, after a few more glances, he is still red, right? Yuan Qianmu, right... His tone is a bit disgusting... Wait, then, is he mutated?
The red-haired man who met his eyes was very [dangerous].He realized it so clearly.
Unlike Kenji Hagiwara, who only relied on metaphysical inspiration to overtake in corners, Matsuda Jinpei has personally encountered the shadow behind Yuan Qianmu.
The red-haired man who appeared in front of him at this moment was also different from his appearance under the sun.
Compared with him three years ago, today's friends are indeed only similar in appearance, everything else seems to have changed.
Matsuda Jinhei felt an extremely heavy strangeness.
In a trance, he thought that he still hadn't shaken off the weakness and fragility that he couldn't grasp anything with his outstretched hands, but Yuan Qianmu was still alive, didn't he come back?At such a close place, why did he see him in pieces?
No, have you caught it?
"..."
"Okay, it's such a big person."
"...?"
Matsuda Jinpei was startled when he was awakened by the intentionally sloppy voice. The hand he was still able to move jumped over the master's will, grabbed the man's windbreaker that was close to his heart, and forced the piece of valuable fabric Pulling out the folds, as if afraid of the moonlight slipping through the fingers silently.
It's awkward and weird.
But the man with deep eyes did not intend to let go for the time being.
Yuan Qianmu's relatives and friends, after meeting him in a happy reunion, were highly consistent in their unspoken inner drama, and they all agreed that this smiling guy was hiding a lot, and countermeasures must be taken.
Matsuda Jinpei's handling method should be the most direct.
He confronted this elusive mutated cat on the spot, looked at each other, and didn't speak clearly, the two of them are confronting each other here today, don't—
"Here, your favorite sunglasses."
Matsuda Jinpei's bridge of nose sank slightly: "?"
The frame of the brown sunglasses wiped off a little of the gray from his nose, but the rest of the place was still gray and white. Coupled with the dull expression of the black-haired man, the colorful color scheme on his face was very beautiful.
Qian Mu took off his sunglasses and put them in front of the curly-haired idiot who was depressed and wanted to cry without the gift: "Don't cry, I'll make do with mine first, and I'll buy you new ones when I get back, um, good."
"...Gu——hmm!"
"Keep your voice down, if you keep yelling, do you think it's too late for that person to discover something strange? It really attracted people, and you and I don't even want to get out alive."
Matsuda Jinpei was covered with a hand, and he struggled a few times to show that he knew it, and he quickly quieted down after being let go.
After all, he is no longer a 22-year-old young man. The irritability just now is more like trying to hide his emotions out of control. He can tell the seriousness, the person has been caught, and he can repair his arm slowly.
At this time, Matsuda Jinpei hadn't thought that he might be the "outsider" problem.
Yuan Qianmu, who has disappeared for three years, is a "colleague" with a high-risk terrorist, so what is Yuan Qianmu?
It's the same sentence, I don't want to think about it now, the idiot cat will always explain it after he is caught, and he doesn't need to waste his feelings to think about it.
"Walk."
"Where is it safe to go? I say you."
"my home."
Qian Mu got up first, and then pulled up the disgraced little friend: "If you want, you can pretend that nothing happened and go back... But to be on the safe side, it's best to take a long vacation and stay at my house for a while, are you willing?"
"Tsk, the eldest young master is finally willing to invite friends home as guests, why don't you go."
Matsuda Jinping was still standing crookedly. It is inevitable to be depressed after great sorrow, great joy and rage. The pressure accumulated over the years is relieved. Go downstairs by yourself.
"It's not that lonely. I invited a few good friends before."
"? Oh, your good brother?"
"more than."
Qian Mu didn't wait for Curly Hair to find fault with his eyebrows, and saved time to drag him over. He put his left hand around his neck and put it on his left shoulder.
"I know you have to wear sunglasses at night, and you can't see the road clearly, so just shut up and lean on me."
"……cut."
After all, Matsuda Jinpei still obediently closed his mouth.
On the top of the building, two staggered figures joined together.
They are all covered in black and gray, and they look quite embarrassed. One of them staggers occasionally, but it is always supported by the other figure in time, and then supports him more stably.
"Walk so slowly... It's a slow walk, it's my arm that's broken, not my leg."
"Walking too fast, falling down and hitting somewhere, following in the footsteps of some idiot, what you'll break is your hands and legs, let me tell you first, I won't hold you back."
"If I fall to my death, I will drag you... Wait, I suspect, I know the idiot you are talking about."
"Yeah, it's fate and luck. Didn't I bump into two idiots of the same style who were wholesalers?"
"The idiot is obviously you and Yan Er—— eh? Don't tell me, Yan Er is also at your house? What about him???"
"How could it be faster than you, right? I also want to ask this question. Unfortunately, I can't comprehend the brain circuit of a fool. I suggest that you two communicate more internally—on the 360 five ways that fools throw themselves into a trap to seek death."
"……Humph!"
Walk down the stairs at an unhurried speed, pass through the square covered with shadows, step by step, and walk towards the light outside the square.
Their shadows also elongated on the ground, and after overlapping closely, they never wavered again.
……
In Yuan Chimu's spacious mansion, Matsuda Jinhei met his long-lost childhood friend, Kenji Hagiwara, a bomb disposal expert who was said to be doing nothing at home and playing games all day long.
Why did Yan Er run faster than himself this time?
Could it be that he went racing in the middle of the night with a twitch of his brain, and the owner of the unlucky Rolls-Royce he hit was the well-known entrepreneur "Mr. Ezaki" who happened to pass by?
Matsuda Jinpei, the perennial holder of the cat-catching competition championship award, couldn't understand it. He even suspected that Kenji was hiding in the home of a local tycoon these days, so he deliberately delayed not revealing the news to him.
They went to the hospital before going home. Officer Matsuda had a plaster cast on his right hand, which was wrapped in a bandage and hung around his neck to fix it.
Before he entered the door, he still had a serious expression on his face, and he was always on guard against Yan Er jumping out, laughing at his new image, so he could only fight with one hand, which was very inconvenient.
However, after entering.
Matsuda Jinpei: "?"
Matsuda Jinpei: "...Kan, two?"
"Research Two?!"
Kenji Hagiwara is not on the sofa in the living room.
There is only a mass of white objects made of trance lines.
It's not just the plaster cast on the object's feet that's white - what's going on, is this guy all discolored? !
Police officer Matsuda turned pale with fright, thinking that poor Faxiao had also been plotted by a man with a disgusting tone and obsessive tone, and suffered great physical and mental damage.
"horse……"
"Horse...from...to..."
The faded Hagiwara Kenji stared straight at the pale ceiling, as if silently reciting the name of his best friend who was somewhere, praying for him silently.
Matsuda Jinping felt the love from Fa Xiao, which was actually deeper than the sea.
His heart was very warm, but also very bitter. Immediately, he was no longer dizzy, his hands were painless, and he was not tired. He sprinted over: "I'm here! Yan Er, what the hell are you—"
Hagiwara Kenji's eyes flickered a few times, and finally saw him.
"Little... Zhenping..."
"Tell me, what's the matter!"
"........."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"
Matsuda Jinpei: "?"
"Hagiwara Kenji, are you an idiot? Oh, sorry, it's just asking too much, but you are."
"It's not good to steal other people's lines in front of others."
"Now I'm the one to say it, because the idiot—"
"I—the—horse—from—to—"
It's worthy of being a child with nothing to say about feelings.
The limping police officer Hagiwara jumped up angrily. After communicating with the broken-handed officer Matsuda, they both died tragically in the living room of a friend's house. They died together in a second.
The friend poured himself a cup of tea, sat on the side and sipped it carefully: "Well, it's really good."
Well, the busy day is over.
It's time to see if today's forum is crying.