Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

"It's just a little psychological hint."

Furuya Rei said nonchalantly, resting his chin on his hand.

Or rather, it's simply the detective's emotions and the world as seen by the detective that others perceive. If one fails to accept the detective's worldview, they will experience stress that severely damages and contaminates their spirit.

Everyone's stress response is different.

Some may commit suicide, some may wantonly kill others, and some may become fanatical followers of detectives...

It was only after Fūya Rei discovered the abnormality of vodka that he suddenly realized what was going on.

Gin looked at him deeply, his eyes swept across the watch on his wrist, and warned: "You'd better not do anything unnecessary."

The surveillance during this day and night also allowed him to figure out why the detective did not switch his personality when he was imprisoned last time. It turned out that there was a drug hidden in the watch to relieve the symptoms.

Now that he understood everything, Gin didn't bother to waste time. He put away his gun and said to the silent Vodka, "Drive him to the safe house."

After that, he turned around and left.

Of course, this car is not his Porsche. Vodka can just drive any car at the base.

Vodka made a bitter face and said, "Brother, I don't think the detective needs me to send him. He is so strong that he can just hypnotize any member in the base and he will have a tool."

It was not until he reached out to support the detective that he realized how wise his brother was. This guy was obviously holding on, his eyes were dull and his hands were shaking.

But even for the weak detective at this moment, killing him would only take a glance.

Vodka: I can’t help but feel weak in the knees.

For a moment, it was hard to tell who was supporting whom.

After finally helping the man into the car, the detective looked tired and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not going back to the safe house. I want to see the sunshine outside."

It gives people a sense of stubbornness for some reason.

Vodka wanted to send him back directly, but he didn't dare to. He could only ask timidly: "Where do you want to go?"

"Chiyoda Ward."

The car started and drove towards Chiyoda.

Chiyoda Ward, Metropolitan Police Department, 1st Mobile Squadron Explosive Ordnance Disposal Squad.

Kenji Hagiwara placed the coffee on Yukunran's desk and watched him dismantle and reassemble the simulated bomb used for teaching. The seniors next to him were dumbfounded.

"Zhenping, you haven't finished writing the report on the bomb you dismantled yesterday." Hagiwara Kenji reminded him with a smile.

Please, Jinpei, Officer Watanabe is glaring at you, stop playing around.

Matsuda Jinpei quickly assembled the simulated bomb, scratched his frizzy hair, and said in a low voice, "Tsk, I even have to write a report. What a hassle."

Kenji Hagiwara: The commander is glaring at you again, Xiao Zhenping.

He was extremely helpless, always feeling that if he was not by Xiao Zhenping's side, Xiao Zhenping would be able to pull the hatred of the entire mobile team by himself.

I looked at the time and it was almost lunchtime.

"Xiao Zhenping, I'm going to go buy a pack of cigarettes. We'll go eat together later."

"I know. Go ahead and go now."

Jinpei Matsuda was writing a report on his computer quickly, speaking without even looking up.

Kenji Hagiwara smiled, picked up the phone on the table, turned around and walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department, heading towards a convenience store not far away.

At the corner, a black car was parked quietly.

Vodka glanced at Bourbon who was leaning against the window in a daze, avoided his gaze and hesitated to speak.

"Um, Detective, do you want to go back to bed?"

Vodka knew clearly that the man hadn't slept all day and all night, and was even in a state of illness. Coupled with the side effects of the medication, both his body and mind were at their limit.

He made his suggestion earnestly, for the detective's sake.

Fūya Rei said perfunctorily, "You're just too long-winded."

His eyes suddenly froze as he looked out the window, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

It's Hagiwara.

Did that guy leave early?

After staying in the Black Organization for a long time and experiencing those dark and dirty things, whenever I see my peers, I feel as if I am washed away by those beautiful and warm memories, and my body and mind become light.

Fūya Ling pressed his aching stomach and dizzy forehead, opened the car door and said, "I'm going to buy a bag of chocolate."

"Wait, you're not in good condition, I'll go buy..."

Before Vodka could finish his words, Rei Furuya had already walked out of the car and closed the door.

Vodka watched Bourbon walk away with erratic steps, wondering where this guy would faint.

After thinking about it, he was still worried, so he locked the car door and followed.

Even though Rei Furuya was in poor condition and his brain was a little slow, he was still able to sense that someone was following him.

When he felt that cowardly gaze, he knew who it was.

It seems that I can't get rid of vodka.

Furiya Rei suppressed his relaxed mood, blinked his red eyes, and walked towards the convenience store.

It's time to meet your resentment with a whole new set of emotions.

He recalled the emotions he felt when he saw the future in the comics. The four guys died one by one before his eyes, leaving him alone, stumbling in the darkness, burning himself with his last bit of faith.

I still can't let it go.

In the convenience store, Kenji Hagiwara walked around several shelves, picked up a pack of cigarettes, and when he turned to pay at the cashier, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't pay attention..."

He looked apologetic and quickly squatted down to help the man.

When he saw the man's appearance clearly, Hagiwara Kenji's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes like purple gems dimmed, and he suddenly became speechless.

Xiaojianggu——

The young man who fell to the ground was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie of the same color around his neck.

He has golden hair and wheat-colored skin.

It was indeed his classmate, Rei Furuya, who disappeared right after graduation.

But Xiao Jianggu looked terrible. His face was extremely pale, and even his lips were bloodless. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, soaking the hair at his temples.

Those purplish-gray eyes, which should have been full of vigor and spirit, were misty, as if enduring immense pain. The youthful energy between his brows vanished, as if layered with layers of gloom, burdening him with an indescribable heaviness and revealing a loneliness and indifference, detached from the world.

It has only been over a month since he graduated from the police academy. What on earth has Xiao Jiangu experienced and how did he become like this?

Rei Furuya didn't expect to be bumped by Kenji Hagiwara, and he fell to the ground dizzy.

There were large black spots in front of his eyes and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Is it hypoglycemia? I haven't eaten for a day and a night, and I haven't slept for a day and a night. It seems normal to feel dizzy.

Fūya Rei was afraid that his fate line would suppress him and prevent him from successfully saving his friend.

"Small--"

Before Hagiwara Kenji could finish his words, Furuya Reiichi grabbed his wrist and stopped him from saying the rest.

A faint light slid along Rei Furuya's fingertips and onto Kenji Hagiwara.

It's the treatment card.

After transferring the user of the treatment card to a person of the same period, Fūya Rei felt relieved and became even more dizzy.

"M-M-Mr. Officer, please help me down..."

He raised his head with difficulty and spoke weakly, his unfocused eyes falling on the police officer's face, fragile and pitiful.

"Sorry for causing you any trouble."