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

In the safe house, Zhu Fu Jingguang held his clone's hand tightly, and breathing became gradually difficult.

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly said, "Four Valley, do you still remember me?"

Upon hearing this, the clone looked over without blinking.

A trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, but it subsided in an instant, lighter and faster than a dragonfly skimming the water, without causing any ripples.

Zhu Fujingguang pleaded sadly: "Zero, call my name, please?"

The clone stared at the man before him, whom he trusted wholeheartedly, with his eyes fixed on him. He said mechanically, "A111, I will follow your instructions."

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt a pain in his heart, and the world around him suddenly spun around, as if he could not hear anything.

Zero's broken consciousness, which had finally broken free from the shackles, was damaged again.

Looking at the other person's stiff appearance like a sculpture, it seemed that in just a few words, when they were happy that he was finally getting better, they didn't expect that this was the beginning of his collapse.

Zhu Fujingguang's world darkened.

The early spring cherry blossoms are in full bloom, but I am losing...

Zhu Fujingguang's hands fell down weakly, and he spoke incoherently, as if he didn't know what he was saying.

"Jinping, Kenji, I'm going to lose Zero..."

"I'm awakening him, restarting him, and completely destroying him. What should I do..."

“Zero, zero…”

Fūya Ling looked at the ugly faces of his three friends and became extremely anxious.

He squatted beside Moruofushi Jingguang and comforted him anxiously: "Hiro, cheer up, I'm fine, I'm fine!"

He turned his head to look at Matsuda, who looked remorseful and guilty. After a moment's hesitation, he said firmly, "Matsuda, this is not your fault. Calm down immediately. Seeing how upset you are, I won't hold it against you for coming to my house with a bomb three years later!"

He stood up and walked around the half-long-haired girl again: "Hagiwara, in three years I will buy you a Mazda as a wife. Hurry up and use your keen perception to sense it. I am swaying in front of you."

Fūya Rei was buzzing in the ears of the three people like a bee.

Too bad no one could hear what he was saying.

When he realized his voice was hoarse, he stopped in a daze.

Gazing at his friends who were shrouded in sadness, he wanted to go up and give them a hug, but he passed through their bodies.

He froze in place, his eyes fixed on his transparent hands. He raised his palms, and a beam of moonlight fell into them, passing through his fingers and eyes, and then sprinkled on his friends.

It was as if he had melted into the moonlight, covering his friends with a layer of silver sand-like glow, silently soothing their sorrow.

Fūya Ling thought helplessly that this feeling was as if I had died, leaving behind only my ghost clinging to the human world and unwilling to leave.

He didn't know whether there was a soul in the world, and if so—

Will 29-year-old Toru Amuro have a group of friends who will chatter and accompany him like this?

Will you be anxious and worried about helping him when he's injured? Will you stand quietly under the moonlight and accompany him when he can't fall asleep? Will you try your best to stand in front of him even if it's futile when he's being chased by the enemy? Will you separate from him to gather intelligence when he's on a mission, and tell him every bit of it even if he can't hear?

This is an unsolvable answer.

He will never know in his entire life.

The boundary between life and death is clear and distinct, a despair of non-interference...

Just like this moment, three years have passed between him and his friends.

He thought that this was the future he was working on, and the past that his friends had left behind in yesterday.

But they kept moving forward.

When he woke up, he would be twenty-five years old.

Rei Furuya gave a pure, happy, and satisfied smile.

Because everything he cares about is still there.

He stopped doing useless work and started sitting quietly in a corner of the room, accompanying his friends on a journey through the past.

For some reason, Hagiwara Kenji, who was standing against the wall, suddenly felt a sense of security in his heart, as if a familiar friend was watching him.

Following his instinct, he looked towards the group of people around him, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

The cool incandescent lamp is not very bright, but rather soft and dim, just like the bright moonlight outside the window at this moment.

Under the light, the blonde girl was sitting there, smiling gently and peacefully.

The light of the lamp and the moon penetrated him simultaneously, making even his brilliant golden hair turn pale.

It seemed as if at this moment, he was stained with the frost and vicissitudes of life.

But Kenji Hagiwara did not feel any palpitations. Instead, he felt unprecedented peace and tranquility.

Just like the blond's emotions flowed into his heart with the moonlight, diluting his sadness and hatred.

Hagiwara Kenji unconsciously called out, "Little Furuya..."

In the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared.

Hallucination?

Kenji Hagiwara closed his eyes and looked at that location again.

Just like before, nothing.

He sighed, pinched the wrinkles that had quietly formed between his brows, and became rarely suspicious.

Logically speaking, no matter who you tell this to, they will think it is an illusion caused by excessive emotional fluctuations and constant mental tension.

But - who made him have such an unscientific contemporary?

He can open two accounts at the same time!

Then it makes sense to open a third number that normal people can't see, right?

Kenji Hagiwara tried to comfort himself with plausible words, fantasizing about making the best of a difficult situation, but his eyes were fixed on the empty space.

It wasn't until Jinpei Matsuda came to his senses that he keenly noticed something was wrong with him.

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at Yu Junran, then glanced again. He ignored his grief and fell into deep thought.

Is there something wrong with Hagi?

He followed Hagi's gaze and looked to his side, but there was nothing.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Is there something here that I can't see?

He boldly speculated, could it be Jianggu?

His intuition reminded him that what Hagi saw was Furuya.

Matsuda Jinpei stiffened his neck and glanced at the silent and lifeless figure, then glanced at the empty space beside him. A chill ran down his spine as he walked over to Hagiwara Kenji and asked solemnly, "Do you want me to make an appointment for you with a psychiatrist?"

Hagiwara Kenji's expression froze, and he sighed deeply, "I just wanted to deceive myself."

He and Matsuda sat down on the ground, staring at the blond-haired classmate intently, feeling that things were getting awkward.

They want to restore him to his original appearance, break his controlled fate, and awaken his consciousness and personality, but this process will undoubtedly cause his emotions to fluctuate violently.

Once his emotions fluctuate too much, he will be forced to restore the factory settings.

This is an endless cycle.

They didn't know how to get him to bypass the reboot setting in his mind.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was feeling sad, suddenly felt that the room was too quiet. He sniffed and looked at the other two.

At some point, the heavy and painful atmosphere in the room, as well as his own feelings of collapse and despair, disappeared naturally.