perfect task TF

beginning

police academy.

In the orange sunset, white doves fly by shaking off their light feathers.

Tezuka Kunimitsu stood in the shadow cast by the gray main building, solemn and dejected, the shadow of the dove was swallowed up.

This used to be our common starting point, but in such a war, it has become the ruins of memories and the end of memories.

part1

"Father, I have decided to go to the police academy." Kunimitsu Tezuka clenched the microphone tightly. There were sweat stains from his palms on the thick soundproof glass in front of him. The person on the opposite side was wearing a gray prison uniform with his head lowered. The prison guard stood expressionless. behind him.

The faint light fell on the gray head of the man opposite, with occasional crystal reflections and slight hair loss. He still lowered his head, his skinny fingers intertwined chaotically, and the handcuffs were shining brightly.

Tezuka Kunimitsu combined with the suffocating quiet atmosphere, his father's hunched back instantly blurred his memory, his handsome father in his childhood, wearing a neat police uniform, his eyes were strict and calm, unsmiling, just not sure if this really existed matter.

"Visiting time!"

Tezuka Kunimitsu saw his father standing up slowly, he was a little staggering at the first few steps, the prison guard opened the door of the visiting room, and his father walked in slowly without looking back, his thinness could be felt through the thin prison uniform, and he could not hear the iron. The sound of the door closing, but one can feel the dullness when the light disappears at the door.

He slowly put down the microphone, and the chair opposite was empty.

I don't know if it is self-willed to give up the invitation to a prestigious university and the attractive scholarship to go to the police academy, but this is indeed Tezuka Kunimitsu's wish.The dream of many boys when they were young was to be a policeman, holding a gun to catch thieves in a dignified manner, driving a police car with a siren and passing through the busy streets, and smiling proudly.

Tezuka Kunimitsu's dream originated from his father.Father in police uniform looks handsome and upright, he is busy with work when he leaves early and returns late at night, he doesn't smile often but is very gentle to his mother and himself, there is always a little tiredness in the corners of his eyes, but it can't hide An Ran's satisfaction.He still remembers the time his father was shot. Before that, he never knew that his father’s job was so dangerous. He saw his father’s pale face, messy tubes and beeping instruments on his body, and he was surrounded by piles of medical equipment sent by the police station. Flower baskets and gifts, he stood on tiptoe and repeated what his mother said, why is it so dangerous to be a policeman?

To protect, to protect justice, to protect justice, to protect mothers and children, to protect everything we believe in from being tarnished.

The young Tezuka Kunimitsu didn't understand these words yet, but his father's expression at that time, the fragile and tenacious light in his eyes, illuminated his future life, and these were enough for him to remember, until he really understood now, Decided to protect all this too, to fight for it.

But the father who told him these things at this time, turned his back on all of this, and bore the charges that could not be cleared away, and never raised his head in front of him and his mother again.His father was taken into a police car without warning and never came back. During that time, his mother was in tears. He wanted to hate his father, but he still couldn't believe it.He hopes that one day someone can tell him that everything is hidden, and what they protect has not changed.But no, after many years, he could not ask his father for an explanation, nor could he give him a forgiveness.

When he turned his head, the high walls of the prison cut off the clouds, and the heavy gate creaked shut, isolating the past time, and could only move forward.

Mother's eyes were reddish on the way to send Tezuka Kunimitsu to the station, just like the weather that day, hazy and humid.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and there was still a faint mist. I don't know who was negligent. The street lights in the whole street were not extinguished, and it was dim and yellow unexpectedly.Tezuka Kunimitsu knew her mother's intention to see her off, she was waiting for herself to turn around, as long as she didn't step into the gate of the police academy, she would not give up.

Tezuka Kunimitsu saw his mother gradually shrinking into a blurred figure through the car window on the seat, and there was still steam on the glass with his palms facing each other just now.Mother's last words were to take good care of herself. There was more worry in her voice than disappointment. The water glass in her hand exuded a faint warmth, but the whole body was wrapped in a lingering coolness.

The seat cover was old blue with stains that could not be washed off. Tezuka Kunimitsu moved his body, but his feet accidentally touched the opposite passenger.

"I'm sorry." Tezuka apologized, and he saw that the "Yomiuri Shimbun" on the opposite side slowly lowered, revealing the top of a boy's honey-colored head.

"It's okay." The boy on the opposite side smiled, the corners of his mouth and eyes were curved comfortably, half of his face was in the shadow, but it didn't affect the tenderness in his expression at all.

The heavy whistle sounded as the train left the station, and the whole seat shook violently. This was not a Shinkansen. There were only dilapidated huts and lonely telephone poles on the side of the road, and the lush weeds around the tracks buried the rust.The turbulent trek has no end in sight.

The carriage was always noisy and hot, and the young child in the mother's arms in the seat next to her kept crying, and her little hands were tearing at the mother's messy collar.Tezuka turned his head out of the window, there were still big clouds in the distance, blocking the trajectory of the wind in the dark sky, and then turned back, his eyes encountered the dim light in the car.

Slowly close your eyes, the path you choose is uncertain.

"Hey, get off the bus." I don't know how long it took, and I don't know who shook his shoulders. Tezuka opened his eyes, but saw that strange and gentle smile, it was the boy who was sitting opposite him just now. .

"Thank you." Tezuka nodded at him, picked up his simple luggage, and when he got up, his joints were sore from sitting for a long time, and he hurriedly left the car with the flow of people.

There are crowds everywhere, the arrival and departure time of each train is flashing on the green electronic wall, the girl with the red backpack rushes to the arms of her lover, and the man in a neat suit and leather shoes walks in a hurry with a black briefcase , the porters who helped deliver the parcels and luggage were very busy, and the old man selling native products in the corner read the slogan that had not changed for many years.The mother and son who were sitting next to her just now, as well as the boy who woke her up to get off the car, all disappeared in the huge crowd.

Tezuka walked out of the station to catch the bus, according to the address attached in the notice.He saw many air-conditioned buses with the names of famous universities in Tokyo written on them. Those freshmen with proud smiles walked up to approach their dreams, and he was also pursuing them.The lingering clouds at the end of the sky finally disappeared in the melting orange-red sunset, and my own shadow was entangled with the bus stop sign.There is the roar of a vehicle engine in the distance.

The school is on the outskirts of the city, and the road is monotonous and sparsely green. Unnamed weeds spread wantonly on the side of the road. Occasionally, pedestrians pass by with long shadows. There are few people in the car. Smoking one after another, the smoke rings melted into the stale air in the car.The carriage was shaking, the light was dim, but it was difficult to sleep, and the snoring of the uncle who had been tired for a long time could be heard in the back seat.

When Tezuka looked up and saw the gray building of the police academy, the setting sun just slid over the highest point of the roof in his sight. With powerful slogans, a flock of white doves passed over their heads, and the sound of the wings flapping and the shadows of the doves falling to the ground disappeared.

What he saw when he left school four years later was still the same scene. It seemed that even the color of the walls had not been diluted by four years of rain. The silhouette of the building against the light, the white pigeons flying over the roof, and the sound of slogans in the shadows were deafening.

Four years later, Tezuka Kunimitsu graduated with honors and got a valuable opportunity to work in the serious crime team. He was the only one among the five hundred students.

He was still the boy with a straight spine back then, with bright eyes shining under the lenses, his steps were firm and he never hesitated, he seldom smiled, and insisted almost stubbornly that he could protect everything.

☆、Chapter 2

part2

"Guoguang, go buy a pack of cigarettes for uncle."

Tezuka Kunimitsu opened the car door, and the cold wind in the middle of the night made him shiver. The signboard of the 24-hour convenience store in the distance was dimly lit, and the dark journey in the middle was quite a long distance.He slowly closed the car door, the bitterness outside was much more comfortable than the smoke-smelling air in the car, and through the black window glass, he could see the dim red light on the last cigarette butt that had not been extinguished between the group leader's fingers.

This is the first time that Tezuka has carried out such a major task since he came to the serious crime team for three months. Unlike the past catching pretentious thieves and toy robbers, what they have to face is Tokyo's largest □□Manufacturing group Takahashi Group, and the tangled vines of the opposite party have already spread all visible and invisible corners. Under the guise of so-called legitimate business, I don't know how many dirty transactions are hidden.

The importance of evidence was repeatedly emphasized when he was studying in the police academy, so in so many confrontations with the police, the leader of the group, Takahashi Arashi, could smile seductively and leave with contempt in his eyes, just because they lacked evidence .And today's task is to go straight to the scene of the sex transaction according to the tip provided by the undercover agent.

The danger of the mission can be seen from the body armor alone.Tezuka still remembers the bullet that was taken out when his father was shot, and was given to his mother by the doctor Tezuka. At that time, he was only up to the waist of his mother, leaning on her lap, and in his vision was the strong white light on the doctor's white coat. , the small piece of metal fell from the mother's trembling fingers, the luster of the metal broke through the dense white, and it landed with a crisp sound.Only when he saw his father covered with instruments in the intensive care unit through the glass did he realize the deadly power of the bullet.

It's just that I can't figure out why the group leader still has the leisure to ask himself to buy cigarettes at this time.As for the group leader, Asakawa Hiroshi, there have been many rumors since he joined the group. His wisdom, arrogance, and bravery almost turned this once youthful boss into a character in a movie, but the Asakawa he saw He is just a very ordinary middle-aged uncle, with a friendly smile, never leaves his cigarette, likes to joke, and has no unruly edge in the legend at all.

As it was almost midnight, the shop was very deserted, and the young clerk was holding a copy of Jump in his hand. The music played in the shop was from some foreign group, and the melody was lazy and soft.Tezuka quickly took a pack of Asakawa's usual cigarettes, and walked over to pay the bill. Before going out, he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 23:48, less than 12 minutes before the transaction time provided by the undercover agent at 15:[-] midnight.

"Sir, wait a minute!" Tezuka, who had just left the door, was about to speed up his pace, but he heard someone behind him calling him to stop.

Looking back, the bright glass door opened a narrow slit, and by the light in the convenience store, only the man's tall and straight figure, clean white shirt and neat trousers could be seen, and his backlit face was just right in front of him. In the night that seeped through the crack of the door, I couldn't see clearly.

"You dropped your change." The man pushed the door and came out, the breeze slowly lifted the corner of his clothes, his voice had a unique gentleness, as Tezuka finally saw clearly at this moment, his smile.

"Thank you." Tezuka replied lightly, such a simple sentence, for some reason, there is a feeling of deja vu.It seems that at a certain moment in the memory, I said the same thing to the same person, but I can't remember it, and I can't tell whether it is the real past or just my own inexplicable imagination.

After accepting the change from the other party, he found that his ID was also in it. As a policeman on a secret mission, he exposed his identity so easily.But it seemed that the other party didn't care about his identity as a policeman, and turned around and walked in another direction. Under the night sky, Tezuka couldn't tell the color of his hair and pupils.

Before Tezuka returned to the car and sat still, the car started, and the scenery outside the window swayed and passed by. Asakawa lit a cigarette, turned his head to him and said, "It's about to start, pay attention to safety."

Holding the gun tightly against the wall, he slowly walked forward. What flashed through his mind were not only the practical essentials taught by the teachers in class, but also the hail of bullets in Hollywood blockbusters, as well as those purely his own imagination. Father The way it was back then.Those fragments he imagined out of thin air are like old movies that have been yellowed many years ago, extremely empty and real.

The pioneers rushed into the hut where the transaction was carried out. There was no intense firefight as imagined. A few empty mineral water bottles, no one was there.

"Damn it, let them slip away again!" The colleagues around him began to curse.

Tezuka's fingers holding the gun slowly relaxed, and the sweat on his palm met the cold air, and a trace of coolness flowed to his chest.The heroic and unhesitating attitude of disregarding life and death to fight to the death, at this moment, slowly passed away with the easing atmosphere, leaving only empty disappointment.

"Let's close the team, it's getting late, go back and rest." Asakawa skillfully returned the gun to his waist, and patted the disappointed colleagues around him.

Tezuka walked out among the sparse colleagues, the clear night sky above his head, different from the bustling city center that has been polluted by neon for a long time, the dark blue here is so clean that it is almost transparent, and the twinkling stars seem to glow again The kind of pure light that I only saw when I was a child.

"Hey, young man, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. If we catch it so easily, it won't be the Takahashi Group. Don't be disappointed!" Asakawa walked behind him at some point, and Tezuka saw him behind the smoke. The eyes, with thick bags under the eyes, are reassuringly bright.

"Team leader! Hurry up, I won't go back to take care of my daughter!" Someone urged Asakawa in the chaotic engine, and Asakawa patted Tezuka's shoulder and walked towards the car.Tezuka noticed that there were sparse white hairs on his temples, maybe it was an illusion under the moonlight.

"Haha, Xu probably fell asleep a long time ago..."

In a blink of an eye, Asakawa got into the car, rolled down the glass, and told Tezuka to get in the car quickly.

☆、Chapter 3

part3

Out of the office, turn left along the corridor and walk three steps to the water dispenser. Kunimitsu Tezuka took a glass of water, and the bubbles slowly rose from the bottom of the bucket to the surface of the water. The orange twilight outside was cold along the window. The insurance net hit him in the face one by one.

Colleagues in uniform or plainclothes kept passing by, hearing noisy arguments, phone ringing, and the sound of flipping documents. Tezuka has gradually become accustomed to this busy rhythm, although he works most of the time He was only responsible for helping to photocopy some documents or go to those test results, which had nothing to do with the case-handling skills he learned in the police academy or his long-cherished wish for many years.

From the current angle, you can see the layers of stickers on the wall of the team leader Hiroshi Asakawa’s office. The pictures and texts on the recent major cases are blurred by the refraction filter of the multi-layer glass. Tezuka likes this from a distance Looking at these materials, he reconstructed the whole story of the case, the motive of the crime, and the process of committing the crime in his own mind. Stand outside the glass door to prepare coffee and tea.But he still thinks through every detail conscientiously, as if this is his necessary responsibility.

The hands of the clock were getting closer and closer to the end of get off work, and groups of young colleagues began to pass by Tezuka, saying goodbye to him easily.The hallways were filled with arguments about where to spend the night when I was finally getting off work on time.

"Guo Guang, why don't you go drinking with Ikeda and the others tonight?" Hiroshi Asakawa's voice drifted over with the smell of cigarettes.

"I still have work tonight, Senior Onishi needs me to help him watch the night." Tezuka replied.

"Oh, yes, Onishi's wife's due date is today. According to the discipline, she is not allowed to leave, but thinking about it, there is no major task now, so I asked him to find someone to replace her." Asakawa babbled like talking to himself "I wasn't there when Xu was born..."

Tezuka noticed that when Asakawa mentioned the name Xu, there was an unpredictable look in his eyes. He had heard about this daughter of Asakawa, and it seemed that she had suffered from some serious illness, which had been delayed due to the cost of treatment. .Although he didn't know more details, the helplessness and desolation that Asakawa didn't express in his hesitation made him a little sad because of how easy it was.

"Hey, you should have this kind of awareness from the day you chose to be a policeman," Asakawa took a deep breath, the gray soot scattered in the process of falling, and the smoke he exhaled blurred his face, " There is a nightclub owned by the Takahashi Group in the area that Onishi is in charge of, so be careful."

Tezuka watched Hiroshi Asakawa's back slowly shrinking in the corridor, the light passed through the evenly spaced windows, the light on Asakawa's back flickered, and suddenly his straight spine seemed to be bent.

The night in Tokyo is as seductive as usual, with swaying neon lights, tilted wine glasses, blurred eyes, hoarse singing voices, bits and pieces cruising in the cool wind.The street lights stretching on both sides of the street slid across the front windshield one by one. Tezuka Kunimitsu changed the radio station in the car to a different channel. The fierce rock rhythm became soothing country music. In such a strong night, freedom The wanton breath pervaded all the forbearance and restraint, but he still liked to listen to the soft melody, and the simple lyrics drifted by. He couldn't allow himself the slightest indulgence.

Everything is following the customary rules, at least on the surface everything looks calm.Tezuka Kunimitsu drove through every street that needed to be inspected. When the bright headlights passed by those dark corners, someone always raised his arm to block his eyes. He didn't want to see the greedy and intoxicated expressions on the faces of those lovers who were kissing tightly. I also don't want to hear what those teenagers with frivolous smiles raised their middle fingers to say.As long as he sees the warm yellow lights on the upper floor in the distance, he can imagine how those smiling mothers put away the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, and the naughty children are playing crossword guessing games with the tired but relaxed father. , the beautiful and dignified news lady on TV is telling anecdotes that happened somewhere, this is what he wants to protect, and this is the value of his existence.

Bypassing the alley entrance, Tezuka saw the crowd gathered in front of him from a distance. He straightened up vigilantly, and slowly stepped on the brakes.Looking through the gap between the heads of the crowd, he saw a slender figure in a police uniform, faltering in his shaking sight.

"Why, officer, do you want to play with us too?"

"I didn't expect that the police lady who patrols the streets all day is in good condition. Look at the delicate skin and tender meat, haha..."

"Jing Hua, you think we are disturbing the law and order, so why don't you tell us what we should do?"

Tezuka stepped forward quickly, frowning and separated the protesting crowd, trying to ignore the mixed smell of alcohol and cigarettes in the surrounding air. The colorful dyed hair and glittering accessories of the people around him made his vision a little messy, and his ears There were noisy words one after another, mixed with unsavory words.

"What are you doing? Police!" Tezuka's words aroused another wave of boos from the crowd. There was no awe of the police profession on his exaggerated face, but a provocative look. .

The policewoman in the middle of the crowd slowly raised her head, her long eyelashes were wet with tears in her eyes, her hair under the brim of her hat was likely to be blown up by the wind, her thin shoulders were trembling slightly, her lips moved, but Nothing was said.

"Yo Yo Yo, this handsome guy is a reinforcement."

"Brother, why are the policemen all handsome and beautiful now, hahaha..."

Tezuka stretched out his hand and grabbed the policewoman's slender wrist, pulling her behind him, almost like a conditioned reflex without any consideration, he could feel the imminent crisis.It was just that at the moment when he was wrong, he heard the policewoman's soft voice, "Thank you."

"You guys are gathering people here to make troubles and insult the police officers..." Tezuka felt the policewoman behind him gradually approaching him, and the surrounding atmosphere became more and more tense. Someone began to smash the beer bottles in their hands, and the strong alcohol The smell came head-on along with those weirdly distorted smiling faces and sharp glass fragments.

He didn't hear clearly what the young man with a nose ring on the opposite side said, and he also ignored the sharp scream of a female voice behind him. What filled his entire vision and mind was the broken wreckage of a dark green beer bottle, and the broken glass shards with sharp approaching his cheek, the huge neon signboard of the night city KTV in front of him is changing red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple light, piercing into the pupil through the complex refraction of the beer bottle in the hand of the person in front of him...

There is almost no room for escape in both time and space, and they can only wait helplessly for the harm to approach.

"stop."

The broken wine bottle in front of Tezuka was slowly put down, and he saw a person walking into the crowd, the white suit with unreal reflections filled the gap in his chaotic vision.The honey-colored hair flew up clearly in the wind, the blue eyes, the warmth flowing between the brows and eyes, full of familiarity.

"Sir..." The gangster who was still holding the wine bottle saw the young man in white, and looked at Tezuka angrily, then dropped the wine bottle in disinterest, and got into the crowd, cursing.

"Today, Ms. Takahashi is talking about business at night, she doesn't want any trouble." The young man in white scanned the dejected crowd, and finally focused on Tezuka, "I'm sorry, officer."

Tezuka finally saw that face clearly, and a warm smile slowly bloomed in the night. It was him, the one who picked up his ID at the convenience store on the day of the mission.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and some messy breakpoints in memory made contact at this moment.Judging from today's situation, his status in Takahashi Group is definitely not an ordinary little guy.So, was it because of his negligence that he exposed the entire mission that day?Did he stupidly ruin the entire well-planned plan in front of the opponent's backbone?

He took two steps back unconsciously, and the people around him gradually dispersed. The seven-colored lights of neon lights occupied his eyes in turn. The smile on the face of the young man in white was vague but dazzling, and the broken glass on the ground still shone with a cold light.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" The policewoman who had just been rescued by him asked with concern.

Tezuka shook his head. For the first time, he felt the entanglement caused by the chaos that could not be sorted out and the panic caused by the irreparable dereliction of duty.He was so tangled and panicked that he ignored the long-standing gaze of the young man in white before he turned around.

☆、Chapter 4

part4

Tezuka Kunimitsu opened his eyes with difficulty, the dazzling light passed through the gap in the curtain on his right hand side, the morning news on the TV was in full swing, without the slightest fatigue from staying up all night.He just felt that his eyelids were sore, his limbs were stiff, and he almost knocked over the water glass beside him when he got up slowly.

Walking into the bathroom and turning on the faucet, I slowly recalled the scene of yesterday with the sound of running water. After a night of precipitation, all the thrills and excitement at that time were taken away, leaving only the dry reality. Is it because of his negligence that he ruined it? Completed the task that was supposed to be a sure thing.

The pale cheeks of the man in the mirror were swollen with tiredness, the bloodshot eyes were embedded with mixed tiredness, the cold water flowed together along the bridge of his straight nose, and there were also drops of water on his eyebrows and eyelashes.Tezuka took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but he couldn't control the flying thoughts.

The cell phone rang from the bedroom, the volume was not loud but it shocked Tezuka's whole body.He tore off the towel and wiped his face, and walked over quickly, and the name of Hiroshi Asakawa was displayed on the caller ID.

"Hi, I'm Tezuka Kunimitsu." Tezuka tried his best to keep his voice as calm as usual.

"Kunimitsu, you worked hard on the night patrol last night." Asakawa's words and his usual superior's concern for his subordinates made Tezuka's fingers holding the phone tighten. "Just relax today and come directly to Tokyo General Hospital in a while." , I have new arrangements for you."

"Team Leader Asakawa, I have something to think about..." In the end, he decided to confess everything to Asakawa. After all, he is Tezuka Kunimitsu, a person who gritted his teeth and faced all difficulties.

"Okay, let's talk about it when we meet." Asakawa didn't have a chance to explain to Tezuka, and hung up the phone neatly.

Tezuka put down the receiver, there were still drops of water on his forehead that hadn't been wiped dry, dripping onto his eyelashes little by little, and it was sore and stinging when he touched his eyeballs.He quickly changed his clothes, and the shoulders and neckline of the new shirt were obviously looser, but he didn't notice the process of losing weight.

That shirt was chosen for him by his mother before he officially started working. My mother said that she likes the way he wears a shirt.Tezuka remembered that his father also liked to wear simple shirts when he was a child, and the way his mother tidied his collar was exactly the same as when she tidied her now. The soft touch extended from the neckline to the shoulders, and then fell down along the chest.There were still three messages from his mother on the phone, but Tezuka never deleted them.

Buses are always crowded during the rush hour. Tezuka is caught between office workers and noisy students who are busy in office buildings all year round. He feels dizzy with the shaking of the wheels. Most of the street scenes are only half, truncated traffic lights, incomplete billboards.

Tezuka’s memory of the hospital still stays in the time when his father was injured when he was young. In the pale light of the only window at the end of the long corridor, uniformed policemen and doctors and nurses in white rushed through anxiously. He grabbed his mother’s hand. In the corner of his clothes, his mother was sobbing, stroking his hair, and the fingers touching his cheek were cold and stiff.For many years after that, Tezuka had almost no memory of the hospital, and his body was always in good health. Occasionally, when he got sick, he just took medicine for a few days or stopped taking medicine for a while and healed.As for his mother, he smiled and told himself that she was in good health, but every time Tezuka saw his mother hobbling up the stairs carrying things on a rainy day, he knew that it was just that her mother didn't want to worry him. He sneaked to the small clinic on the corner of the street, and found those dark medicinal wines in the innermost part of the cabinet, but all he could do was try not to let his mother overwork in the weather prone to rheumatic attacks, that's all.

So when he saw such a magnificent inpatient building in the general hospital, he was really surprised. The sunlight reflected on Tezuka's lenses through the green and soft lawn, and it was instantly warm.There was absolutely no smell of disinfectant in the air, and the patient on the lawn could not see the hopeless waiting and helpless desolation in his eyes. If it wasn't for the blue and white striped hospital gown, he would almost think that the scene in front of him was just an outing .

The silver hair of the old man in the wheelchair is shining brightly in the mottled sunlight fragments among the leaves, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes lead to a calm and detached calm; Wearing her husband's brown coat, she seemed to be sleeping deeply and warmly; when the children were running, they splashed a string of fresh brilliance, and there was no shadow of illness on their pure smiling faces...

Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure with short honey-colored hair, a light green T-shirt, a dazzling dial on the wrist, whitish jeans, lace-up casual shoes, and a gorgeous smile.

Tezuka felt that it was difficult for him to take a step forward, even though the other party's gentle expression seemed to be the center of a strong vortex, pure warmth was a huge attraction, assimilating everything in harmony (Baidu) around him.

"Guoguang!"

Turning back in his hand, Asakawa Hao walked quickly from a distance, leading a little girl.The girl wore a pink hat on her head and a blue and white hospital gown that was obviously fat. She walked with hops and light steps, and suddenly seemed to see something familiar in her direction. The man let go of Asakawa's hand and ran over.

"Brother Fuji!" The girl's voice was sweet and clear, and Tezuka saw her run up to the smiling young man and jump into his arms, her dimples were filled with satisfied joy.

"Kunimitsu, come here and get acquainted, this is the task I called you here today." Asakawa came up from behind, smiling and looking at the young man playing with the girl, completely oblivious to Tezuka's surprised expression.

"I'm Fujisuke, please take care of me." The man on the opposite side put the little girl down from his arms, and stretched out his hand to Tezuka, with the same smile. The cotton top is actually not a material that is easy to reflect light, but that face is. It is unusually bright.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu." Although all kinds of doubts and guesses had accumulated in his mind, Tezuka still extended his hand politely. Fuji Shusuke's palm was soft and had just the right temperature.

On the lawn that day, Tezuka Kunimitsu officially met Fuji Shusuke. From Hiroshi Asakawa, he learned that Fuji was an undercover agent of the police station, and that the identity of the Takahashi Group was Mr. F, a trusted confidant of Takahashi Arashi, and he The future task is to get in touch with Buer and obtain relevant information from the Takahashi Group in a timely manner.

Tezuka raised his head again and couldn't see Shuusuke. He originally thought that undercover agents should have disheveled hair and stubble, wear wrinkled suits, be exhausted by two opposing identities, and live carefully under tremendous mental pressure. Live on a knife edge.Facing the perfect smile, he could hardly imagine how the man in front of him, with a light smile on his brows, faced hypocrisy and reality, distinguished justice from evil, and found that balance point in the complicated world. of.

After a long time, Tezuka remembered that on that sunny morning, Fuji Shusuke played games with Asakawa’s daughter Oo less than one meter in front of him, as if he could touch his T. -shirt, from time to time he raises his face to look at himself, his eyes are the color of the sky.

☆、Chapter 5

part5

Fuji Zhousuke forgot how long he hadn't looked directly into a person's eyes like this, and told him his name peacefully, without the slightest concealment in his smile.

The man in front of him was wearing a simple plaid shirt, light blond hair, golden spectacle frames, and a bright face, all of which were added together as if he was the source of the beam of light in front of him.Fuji Shusuke remembered him, and remembered that he had seen him a long, long time ago, Tezuka Kunimitsu, with the same serious expression and silent breath.

At that time, Fuji Zhousuke had just been admitted to the police academy. This was his own choice. Although he would happily show the thin notice to everyone, no one knew why he could go abroad to study photography. Willing to be a policeman, choose a life of poverty, hard work, and crisis.Perhaps as he himself said, every boy has the dream of being a hero, no matter what, when his family and friends see his reassuring smile, everything is as he wished.

I still remember that during that holiday, Fuji traveled almost all the remote corners of Tokyo, with a Bresson photobook and his simple camera, which were adult gifts from Yuta and sister Yumiko respectively. I remember Yuta's awkward expression and sister's kind exhortation at that time.During that short vacation, he took the subway, bus, long-distance bus, train and the hitchhikers he stopped along the way, stopping and going, time seemed to be stagnant in the focus of the camera, the grass and the sky, the children and the fields, There is no early spring waiting for the cherry blossoms.

The last stop of the itinerary is a small town, where the sky is surprisingly blue, looking up in the wind has a velvety texture.There are simple buildings, bungalows, shops and alleys. There are few cars on the road, and there are children flying kites on the side of the road. The kites are hand-pasted, colorful and exaggerated shapes, and immature hands are holding rough strings and walking against the wind.After taking the last roll of film, Fuji boarded the train heading directly to the police academy.On the day of departure, the cloudy rain continued from early in the morning, and the conductor's uniform could not be discerned in the dim light of the carriage. He leaned on the somewhat damp seat and read the "Yomiuri Shimbun" he bought from the old woman at the entrance. Towards the window, thin white light seeped through the stained glass, and there seemed to be shadows between every line of the newspaper.

The road was swaying and bumpy, and the space in the carriage was small and crowded. The passenger on the opposite side was a young boy of similar age, serious and silent. The light from the window fell on his lens. The faint paleness may be due to the coldness of the morning, and the faint steam rose from the water cup, hazy the air.The boy's foot accidentally touched him, the boy slowly raised his head, his eyes gradually became clear behind the glass, and he said in a calm and unwavering voice, "I'm sorry."

At that time, Fuji didn't know that he could stand opposite that man one day four years later, told him that his name was Fuji Shusuke, stretched out his hand with a smile, and touched the texture of his palm, the smooth joints.

The fact is that he didn't know Tezuka's name until a long time later, when he had been selected into the so-called "special training class" and received training that was completely different from ordinary students.

I can also clearly recall that the instructor told them on the first day of class that if those regular students are going to face devil training, then you have to have the consciousness of going to hell.The eight of them, who were selected in the entrance test, stood in a narrow warehouse behind the school. Through the small window, they could see the dust flying in the sunlight. It was stained with rust. The instructor paced back and forth in front of them, and the dull sound of the bottom of the leather shoes did not echo.

"The road ahead will inevitably be more difficult, dangerous, and lonely than imagined. Forget your identity, background, and everything, and become a stranger to go deep into the enemy and fight alone. Can you bear it?" The instructor's voice was gloomy and powerful, "If you don't want to, you have one last chance to leave."

The heavy door opened slowly, the dust on the ground at the door floated up, and white doves flew by in the strong light.Pointing to the brilliant whiteness, the instructor asked: "Who wants to leave? Put down your police academy badge, and we will arrange for you to go to other universities. Those who stay will bathe in the most noble glory and bear the heaviest responsibility." .”

Buer heard the long breathing of the boy beside him, and then the boy slowly took off the school badge, bowed to the instructor, and slowly backed out the door, noticing the complicated flickering in his eyes until his entire outline was completely Engulfed by the blinding light.Then came another student, bowed deeply, and slowly withdrew; one more, another... Finally, on the table in front of the instructor, there were four shiny school badges in a row, with a silver luster.

"You are the ones staying," the instructor raised his head and looked at the last four remaining students, his eyes sparkling. "We have started class, and from this second onwards, you have chosen your own path."

The door of the warehouse was closed again, and the last light struggled to disappear through the crack of the door. A row of school badges on the table lost the light in an instant.

Fuji Zhousuke also officially became a student of the "special training class" from that second. The "special training class" is a secret in the police academy and aims to train professional undercover talents.The students who came out from there, with false identities, have worn away all traces of the past, are good at playing any role, and are seamless.

Many afternoons between hellish workouts