perfect task TF

When he heard Asakawa's voice, he turned his head, and there was a long shadow-filled distance between the two of them, and he couldn't see anything else, only the cigarette butt in Asakawa's hand was shining faintly, and finally it slowly dimmed.

Tezuka turned around and continued walking forward, he had already made his choice.

☆、Chapter 10

part10

The quiet room was filled with the sound of the friction of each gear in the clock. There was bright moonlight outside the window, and the angle of the hour and minute hands was approximately ninety degrees, which was three o'clock in the morning.Bu Er turned over, pulled the quilt, and turned his face away from the window.

Insomnia has existed since I entered the Takahashi Group, but it has become more and more serious recently. There are well-packaged sleeping pills in the drawer of the bedside table, but I don’t want to rely on them, whether it is the duties and responsibilities of a policeman or the principles of his life , all require him not to rely on any drugs, not to indulge in the hallucinations created by those chemical reactions.

Many nights he was awake like this.Sometimes he surfs the Internet, browses some webpages, current affairs, culture, finance... There are always lively discussions on the BBS, and sometimes he sees some beautiful articles and pictures. The old camera, I remembered that I took pictures with it on my chest and pressed the shutter cautiously and excitedly again and again, and remembered that sometimes I would add some hypocritical words to these photos when I was in the mood.

Sometimes I watch some movies, and the websites for watching movies online are often very fast in the middle of the night. There are often newly released movies on the homepage, and some are still unclear theaters.Fuji usually doesn't pay attention to them. Many of the movies he watched were from the past, and he just wanted to relive the emotion at that time, but no amount of emotion can reverse the passing time.One day he watched "Rain Man," the best picture Oscar in 1988, about brotherhood.This is the third time I have watched this movie. I saw it on TV by chance when I was in high school for the first time, and I was inexplicably moved. Later, he bought a disc, and he always wanted to find a chance to watch it with Yuta, and this wish So far it's just a wish.At the end of the movie, the elder brother Raymond still left his younger brother Charlie. He stood on the train with an innocent and bright smile. The talent brought by autism made him naturally calculate the time when he can meet his younger brother again: 14 days or 336 hours That is 20160 minutes or 12096000 seconds.The last time I said goodbye to him on the phone was two years ago, but Fuji can't predict when he will see Yuta again.

Most of the time, Bu Er just lies on the bed, closes his eyes, and does not move.The radio is a foreign station, and it always plays some songs. The distant male and female voices and the noise of the radio waves come together. After all, it is not my mother tongue. Words like love, lie, leave, never, forever are all monotonous or intensely sad.When the sky was light, he slowly fell asleep in those entanglements without beginning and end.

Turning over and over again, the so-called tossing and turning is just like that.Finally, Fuji slowly sat up from the bed, turned on the bedside lamp and walked to the water dispenser to drink some water. The dry water cup and the loud noise in the water dispenser told him that the bucket was empty, so he put on a coat and walked out of the room Want to find a cup of hot water.

The dark red carpet extended to the corner of the corridor under the dim light, and the sign of the emergency exit was emitting a peaceful green light not far above his head. He remembered that there was a boiling water supply point on the south side of this floor, and he moved slowly. His eyes were not quite used to the light just now, but he could still see that the figure leaning against the window in the distance was Gao Qiaolan.

It is rare to see Takahashi Lan without makeup. After removing the pale foundation, her complexion is a little dark, but she is alive. She no longer looks like a tall giant thousands of miles away. More gentle, the faint spots on both sides of the nose, the thin blood in the eyes, in the haze rising from the cigarette between her fingers, they are all extremely rough but real and clear.

"F, did you know that this window has the best angle to see the night view, even more beautiful than the top floor." Fuji saw countless messy lights entering the window behind Takahashi and slowly outlining her silhouette, those lights came from the nightless In the aftermath of luxury in Tokyo, there are dazzling signs of seven-color neon lights, spotlights on the top of tall buildings, strong changes and thick colors, engulfing the night sky.

"Don't go to bed yet. A girl's lack of sleep is not good for her skin." When Fuji walked into the window, a burst of coldness immediately dispelled the heat in the middle of the night. Takahashi was covered with an indifferent sweater, which was so thin Against the light, her exquisite figure could be seen, so he took off his coat and put it on Takahashi.

"I don't even care about the quality of my skin. You know who Kudo and Asano are. They said they came to cooperate, but they did something secretly." Takahashi handed the cigarette to his left hand, Wrapping his right hand tightly around the neckline, he took a big puff of smoke, "You also know that there is an insider here, right now we don't have a clue, and the police are enough for us to worry about, sometimes I really think It's better to be shot in the head, like my dead ghost father, leave this mess, kick your legs and close your eyes, and don't have to think about anything."

Regarding Takahashi Arashi's background, Fuji Zhouzhu was familiar with the stacks of materials when he received this task.She was born in a mafia family and was destined to inherit her father's business. She received an unusual family education since she was a child, and experienced the cruel process of being precocious under heavy pressure, depriving her innocence and childlike innocence.In her memory, there is probably no playground doll girl's day, no diary on the cherry blossom road, and a boy riding a bicycle. There are only endless nights, the way of survival, and the way of business.Ever since her father Takahashi Hikaru was killed by vendetta, she has taken on the important task of the family as a girl. At the same age, she has to be in charge of those cruel rules.Although all the photos in the file show her with a coquettish and proud smile, Fuji Zhousuke has indeed seen the blue sadness slowly flowing in her eyes in the past two years.

"F, the signing of the cooperation is set on the day of the wedding. As soon as we take over their business, our Takahashi family will monopolize the most important market in Japan." Takahashi put out his cigarette, and her eyes gradually faded away as the smoke dispersed. Brighten up, with imperceptible joy and pride on his face.

"Wedding?" Buer was stunned for a moment. This was news that was close to victory. The ultimate goal of the police was to kill three birds with one stone when Takahashi merged with the three major families of Kudo and Asano, and get all the money included in the contract. Information on the point of manufacture.But the sense of accomplishment and happiness of getting the information at this time was disturbed by the sudden wedding.

"Wedding, your and my wedding." Fuji felt the faint smell of perfume left on Takahashi's body, her face was close to her in an instant, her face filled the entire retina, surrounded by her browbones and eyelashes, and her dark brown pupils , the pores on the skin, the lips and the voice, the deep breathing, her fingers sliding from her neck to the shoulders, and the temptation came overwhelming at that moment.

Like when playing the Rubik's Cube, you obviously try so hard to achieve the perfect combination of the same color with only one piece, but you find that to put that piece in the right position, you have to overturn everything you have done with all your brains and painstaking efforts.Just when Fuji was about to see the finish line, he felt Arashi Takahashi's face against his chest, she was breathing in the rhythm of his heartbeat, and she took off all the high-level masks of Ms. Like a woman longing for happiness, she said: "You and my wedding".

What I don't know is that Gao Qiaolan wants someone who can accompany her, smile at her all the time, and listen to her talk about things that have nothing to do with business or family; she wants someone who has the cheap laundry detergent in the supermarket The smell is like the green fragrance of the sun evaporating; she wants someone who can appear beside her and not miss the crucial moment, grab her hand if he remembers; Get off your clothes, which have mild static electricity flowing through them.

He just heard Gao Qiaolan leaning on his chest, raising her face, her coquettish tone was overbearing, and she said: "F, I want you, okay?"

The water glass in Bu's second hand fell to the ground and rolled so far along the dark red river-like carpet. His hand hung in the air for a long time, and finally it slowly landed on Gao Qiao's waist, slowly hugging her body tightly.He didn't know if it was a gentle coercion or a romantic confession, and he didn't know whether his mood at this time was awe of the mission's responsibilities and rights or his intolerance for a lonely woman. He only knew that he had no room to refuse.The light outside the window was so dazzling in the middle of the night, Buer almost shed tears when he looked at the light.

☆、Chapter 11

part11

The bright lights reflected on the glorious marble floor doubled, and there were various models of TVs inlaid on the wall. The shopping guide lady in blue overalls smiled gently and patiently, and happily introduced the latest models to the customers. The performance of the TV, the most affordable purchase match.Tezuka Kunimitsu was sitting on the sofa for customers to rest, and the same news was broadcast on the large and small screens that wrapped him up: A certain police officer accidentally fell to his death in the police station building this morning.

Even with his eyes closed, Tezuka could still see the red liquid, slowly flowing down the deformed front cover of the car, small streams of small streams continued to converge, and finally blurred the license plate, Asakawa Hiroshi's face was already strong Almost unrecognizable under the force of the impact, his body curled up, stiffening with the constant flow of blood from his head.

It's just an instant thing, the light changes in the blink of an eye, the dry sky looks like an eagle's posture, the weightless speed, the sound of the wind, and the rapidly falling shadow.

The moment Asakawa fell from the sky, Tezuka was standing at the door of the building, and the next second he was going to get into the car that his body hit, but Tezuka couldn't do anything, he could only watch helplessly as his body and the car collided. The bloody sound of contact, watching the red flowers bloom wildly on the dark blue car, listening to the noise of the growing crowd in front of you, watching the messy red and blue lights of police cars and ambulances, listening to the doctor After checking from Asakawa, he shook his head and said that there was no hope, and his eyes were blurred when he looked at the towering roof of the building.He was witnessing life leaving bit by bit, from Asakawa's body, powerless.

Someone came to report that the guardrail on the roof was broken, which was the angle at which Asakawa fell. Due to the intervention of the Fujii Police Department, Asakawa's death was naturally and quickly classified as an accidental fall, but Tezuka knew it was not that simple.He carefully avoided Fujii's gaze, he was going to meet Fujii, he wanted to prove to Fujii and everyone in the huge interest group behind him that even if Asakawa was gone, he, Fujii, and other colleagues in the team , and expose all their sins to the sun.The death of Hiroshi Asakawa made him realize what kind of person he was facing, but he would not back down and compromise, he had such awareness.

Since it was not commuting time and the busyness caused by Asakawa's incident, the underground parking lot was very quiet. Tezuka easily found Asakawa's Buick. The training in the police academy made it easy for him to open the door and start the car.He saw the red wall with the white NO□□OKING written on it gradually fade away in the mirror, and the smell of Asakawa's cigarettes seemed to remain in the car, Tezuka knew he was not alone.

"Where are you going? What are your plans with Team Leader Asakawa? The secret mission you have been carrying out has something to do with Team Leader Asakawa's accident, right? Will you be in danger?..." Arai Kiyoshi suddenly appeared in front of the car, Her chest was heaving violently, it seemed that she had found it with great difficulty, and regardless of the danger of being hit, she ran straight over and blocked the way.

Tezuka stepped on the brakes and poked his head out of the car. Arai's sharp eyes glanced at Tezuka's calm expression and immediately softened, revealing deep worry.Tezuka shook the glass to avoid Arai's eyes, and said lightly, "I'm sorry, I can't say anything. If I'm in danger, please help me take care of my mother, thank you."

With full throttle and a tight grip on the steering wheel, Tezuka knew that he had no chance of turning back. In the mirror, Arai's figure was in the center of the empty parking lot, vague and lonely.

"Sir, do you need any help?"

The sweet voice of the shopping guide interrupted Tezuka's memory, and he heard another nice male voice reply: "Hey, thank you, no need, I'll just take a look." Then he felt a slight vibration on the back of the sofa, It seemed that someone was sitting back to back behind him.

This is the first time that Fujisuke is so close to Tezuka. Is the thickness of the back of the sofa 50 cm or 40 cm or shorter? Is the position of my heart almost coincident with that of Tezuka? What is the material of the sofa behind? It is not a medium that can transmit resonance.The small sound waves of the friction between the hair and the backrest broke through the sound in the TV, and he felt Tezuka's breath, so close, powerful and calm, slowly surrounded himself with regular breathing.

"The big day is next Wednesday, St. John's Church, my wedding with Takahashi Arashi." Fuji said slowly, his head tilted back slightly, and from the corner of his vision, he saw Tezuka's mirror frame behind his ear and the gray scarf.This time he did not choose the way of codes, but directly used words. The most basic way of communication between people seemed strange and cumbersome between them.It's just that Fuji has a very strange premonition, if he doesn't grasp it this time, it seems that he will lose the opportunity to talk to Tezuka.

"Oh." He heard Tezuka's answer, just a simple syllable, just like the usual imperceptible nod or shallow eyes, he understood that this mission is over, so smooth, but suddenly lost .

It's just that none of them got up and left first.The surrounding TV walls did not know when to start playing a sad MV, snow drifted in the empty room, annihilated the cold empty bed, and on countless screens a lonely man sang vigorously in front of the piano, "I'veneverbeenthekindtoeverletmyfeelingsshow , AndIthoughtthatbeingstrongmeantneverlosingyourself-control…”

They just sat there, back to back, looking in opposite directions, as silent as if time had stopped.There are customers passing by constantly around, pointing fingers at the dazzling array of products, the shopping guide lady is busy with a smile, dealing with the picky customers, the programs on the surrounding TVs are constantly changing, and the colorful images flow on the wall.The bright white lights above their heads fell vertically on their mountain, and there were small overlapping shadows on the head and neck. The world was quiet and only each other's breathing. They just sat there, back to back, silent.

Finally Fuji stood up, he didn't look back at Tezuka, he didn't have to look, he remembered all the details about the man, his serious face and the way he looked in profile, the position of his arms and the way he walked, The position of his ten fingers when he folded his hands... is so clear that even if he hasn't seen him for many years, the person in his mind will still come alive.

"Fuji." It was Tezuka, his voice was gentle and thick, it was the first time Fuji heard him call his name, it was very nice.

He turned around to look at Tezuka, his sight was very chaotic, he searched hard through the passing crowd, the long distance made Tezuka look thinner and taller, he saw Tezuka in the gap of crowded heads His lips seemed to move, but soon that handsome figure disappeared into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

The bus stop in front of Electric Plaza kept passing buses coming from the opposite direction and going in the opposite direction. He was caught in the middle of people who were anxious to get home from work. Everyone's breaths became one. The one in the figure is Tezuka. Buses keep coming in and leaving, and the whole field of vision is fragmented.

Finally, when the train he wanted to take arrived, the people around him rushed into the compartment, and along with the flow of people, he was squeezed to a seat by the window. The plastic handrails on the bus always seemed so fragile and fragile in winter. Don't dare to hold on but can't let go.Through the foggy glass in front of him, he suddenly saw Tezuka Kunimitsu sitting by the window in the bus across the road, with his back straight and his eyes fixed.

Fuji stretched out his hand with difficulty to wipe off the mist on the window, Tezuka's face became clear in such a small clean space, before he had time to revisit the lines of that face, that figure, as if some kind of induction, almost at the same time Tezuka also found him, and wiped away the mist on the glass in front of him with his hands. This is such a distant and ambiguous stare at each other, with a forbearing and strong concern, a strong and persistent nostalgia. A few points left.

I don't know how long it took, and which bus started first, the lights in the car dimmed, and they just watched each other slowly disappear at the intersection with different colored signal lights flashing in opposite directions, and the water vapor on the glass gathered again , the sight was wet and blurred again, none of them said goodbye to each other.

☆、Chapter 12

PART12

This is the last moment, Tezuka breathed calmly, and subconsciously touched the gun under his clothes, the sunlight leaked from the shade above his head and mottled his black suit, the cross of the church was inserted in the blue sky, and there was something in the past A strong reflection fell on his slightly swollen eyes.

Last night he went to the hospital to see Oo Asakawa, she was still wearing the fat blue and white striped hospital gown, lying on the bed obediently, the small dimple on the right cheek appeared when she saw Tezuka, and she pulled her happily Tezuka said that she received a lot of presents for Christmas, but she hid them, Brother Tezuka, would you like to see them; said that she doesn’t like to go out when the weather is cold, and she wants to dress like a big cotton bag; said that she can bring them when she comes next time. Come here with a copy of JUMP, otherwise she won't be able to talk when she's with those boys... Before leaving, Tezuka patted Oo's head. I know Dad is very busy, tell him I don't want him, and let him catch the bad guy." Tezuka quickly bid farewell to Xu, walking as if fleeing, he was afraid that he would lose his composure when facing Xu innocent eyes, he couldn't just tell Xu innocently so cruelly. She, Hiroshi Asakawa disappeared into this world in the form of an eagle, never to see her again.

From Tezuka's current angle, he could see several colleagues hidden in specific places, Hyuga and Tanaka on both wings of the church, Ikeda diagonally across from him, and Onishi not far behind him.This time the task was completely without the deployment of the superiors, and everyone reported that they seemed to be determined to die. Those familiar faces were desolate and firm under the cover of the scenery.There are always pigeons flying around the church from time to time, which reminds him of the police academy, those youthful days when they were not afraid of anything, but there are really people who persist in keeping such courage, tenacity and responsibility, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for these. not hesitate.

"Don't move! The police!" Tezuka rushed into the church, holding the gun with both hands, with his index finger on the trigger.This is an action he has practiced countless times, from when he just learned to origami a gun in kindergarten, to seeing the gun on his father's waist from a distance countless times, to hearing the deafening cry in the sunset at dusk when he entered the police academy, countless times. Repeated countless times.But today was the first time that his gun was pointed at a powerful target. Those crimes that he had persevered in pursuing countless times finally had nowhere to hide at this moment.

Tezuka's gaze extended along the direction of the muzzle of the gun. Jesus had a painful and merciful expression on the cross. The three people in front of the altar turned around in a daze. Appearance, Nasuke Kudo, Hikaru Asano, Arashi Takahashi.And the documents circulated and signed in their hands should include the entire drug manufacturing network.

The bright sunlight outside became bizarre through the stained glass windows, and Tezuka suddenly saw Fuji beside him, wearing a white dress, standing in the flow of colorful light, with a steady and warm smile.At that moment, Tezuka suddenly felt that the distance between the rows of chairs was so far away. He couldn't see clearly the direction in which Fuji's hair fluttered, or the sadness and joy flowing in Fuji's expression. The outline of his eyes can no longer be seen clearly.

All this was only for a moment, the sound of gunshots and shouts in my ears immediately became one, and my colleagues and opponents' subordinates quickly drew their weapons. Bullets flew under the roof of the church painted with ancient legends from the Bible, surrounded by metal bullets and hard disk The sparks splashed from the collision of objects, and the bright red gurgling out of the flesh and blood being pierced.The pigeons that flew in from nowhere flapped their wings indiscriminately, and were dyed different colors by the light as they passed by the window. Some fallen feathers were stained with blood and could no longer float lightly.

He avoided Takahashi Lan's scorching gaze, he couldn't hear her question clearly, he could only see her angry and distorted expression, the high-paid bodyguard hired by the Takahashi family came from behind and clasped his shoulders, instantly the whole The body was lifted off the ground and placed in front of Arashi Takahashi, and Tezuka's gun was pointed at his chest.He saw Tezuka behind the muzzle of the black hole, so calm and composed Tezuka, his face lost all blood in that second.

This is a rare opportunity for him and Tezuka to face each other. In the air full of pornography, each other’s faces are clearly in front of them. Bullets are pouring all around, pigeons are dancing in panic, and Jesus’ gaze from above is still painful and compassionate. Live in a second, die in a second.Fuji looked at Tezuka, he knew that such a shot would be difficult to succeed, he had already become Arashi Takahashi's shield, if he wanted to shoot Takahashi but not himself, even Tezuka, who has always been No.1, would have difficulty grasping it scales in between.

He saw Tezuka's hands shaking on the ground, and there was slight dryness and peeling on the hands against the light. He didn't know if it had something to do with not wearing gloves.Buer likes that pair of gloves. They are old and thin but they are unexpectedly warm, as if they are storing the sunshine of the whole winter.There was soreness in the shoulder blades, and Tezuka's eyes behind the reflective lenses could not be seen clearly, but he knew the hesitation in his heart at the moment.

I don’t know if he will often think of that spring train driving them to an unknown distance; I don’t know if he has ever picked up the feathers of the pigeons that fell in the sunset and carefully sandwiched them in the book; Woke up one night and suddenly heard the echo of the slogan in the police academy. I don’t know if he will have a little excitement and nervousness before performing tasks with himself. I don’t know if he will suddenly think of himself at a certain moment. , as if he suddenly missed him.

Suddenly, Fuji's right elbow hit the burly bodyguard behind him hard, grabbed the bodyguard's wrist and threw him to the ground with the strong recoil, Tezuka's bullet accurately entered the bodyguard's body Takahashi Lan's leg, she fell down, and Buer immediately grabbed the delicate pistol (Baidu) gun in her hand, perfect cooperation, incredible tacit understanding.

Gao Qiaolan was prostrate on the ground, her white stockings were soaked in bright red blood, the despair and anger in her eyes burst out together with tears, she didn't say anything, but she knew that those sharp condemnations were piercing into her I wish my body had nothing to do with good and evil, but even so, what he owed her was far more than a simple sentence of sorry.Fuji suddenly felt bullets flying by, and he was surprised to see the muzzle raised by the bodyguard who had just been thrown down by him, and he was instantly surrounded by an ominous feeling.

Two spots of red slowly faded from Tezuka's abdomen, turning into two fuzzy clusters. His arm holding the gun slowly hangs down, and the loaded gun throws an elegant arc on the Guanghua floor.His tall and straight body seemed to have lost its support and fell down. His hair flowed one by one as he fell, and the skirt of his suit was raised.

Like the explosion of a white dwarf in the depths of the universe, a huge black hole devours everything.

A piercing siren sounded outside the church, and for some reason there was police assistance. The heavily armed policemen in bulletproof vests rushed in. The powerful firepower and sophisticated equipment instantly tipped the balance of victory and defeat. One could see the shining handcuffs and The dejected prisoner saw the shirt with the police logo shaking back and forth, Tezuka was put on a stretcher by the nurses in white coats, and there were only spots of blood on the ground.

Buer really wanted to go over, touch his closed eyes, arrange his messy forehead hair, and warm his hands that had lost their temperature, at the moment when he lost consciousness.But his girlfriend was already lying beside him, with her hands on his chest, perhaps whispering softly.He turned his head away, and the dilapidated church returned to silence. The blood under the corpses and the wounded slowly pooled. Jesus watched sadly. Those stiff bodies did not have a prayer posture.

Walking around were the bosses who could only be seen at internal meetings. They smiled and said to Fuji that the task was completed well, and the Takahashi Group was completely destroyed. The special police team did a good job. The Fujii police department has been suspended... Fujii looked at the ambulance going away, and the rapidly changing red and blue lights disappeared at the end of his sight.

☆、Chapter 13

part13

As if everything calmed down in an instant, Fujisuke opened his eyes in the morning and faced the warm yellow ceiling, wondering if all this really existed, those days when the guns were pointed and the wind was turbulent.He lives in a remote hotel arranged by the police. The sheets and quilts in the room always smell of camphor. The decoration is simple and elegant, with plain printed wallpapers and curtains that look like transparent under the light, without the luxurious floor-to-ceiling glass of the LAN Hotel The sunlight is cut into three grids by the brown wooden window frame, and there is a pleasant creaking sound when the window is pushed open.

The pace of the clock seems to slow down, and the trance seems to be the idle life of retirement.Wake up in the morning to watch TV news, eat breakfast, a thick stack of morning newspapers is not enough to kill the whole morning, the hotel's internet speed is not bad, he goes to those websites to watch movies online, clicks on the fresh movies on the rankings, and the frequency is buffered Just long enough for him to make a cup of coffee, then lean back in a warm chair and watch.At noon, I went to the lobby to have a light lunch. There were not many people in the lobby, and it was so empty that there was a slight echo when walking. The middle-aged waiter smiled very gentlemanly.Outside the window is a deserted alley with few pedestrians, and the snow in the shady places on the road is always hard to melt, gradually turning into an ugly black.

When he received those calls calling him "the best policeman", he always needed to react for a while. The news on the phone was always those exciting developments, which remnants of the Takahashi Group had been caught, and what to do. Lost a few manufacturing dens and the like, he listened quietly, smiled quietly, and said that everyone must continue to work hard.Now Fuji is not allowed to go home. The senior leaders of the Metropolitan Police Department promised to give him freedom as soon as the case is over, saying that this is the discipline of handling the case and also out of the perspective of being responsible for Fuji's safety.

The desolate street scene adds a touch of antiquity through the brown sunglasses, and it suddenly feels that this is not Tokyo, but time and space have flowed to a small European town. There are countless unknown corners in the narrow alleys, so quiet that you can hear the sound of footsteps.Fuji always has an inexplicable strong expectation, so he hopes that a stern and tall man will come out at the next street corner, without speaking or expression, but Fuji knows that he is here for himself.However, turning one corner after another, Mercedes-Benz traffic appeared in front of him, and the turbulent crowd covered all his fantasies. Tezuka Kunimitsu should be lying in the hospital at this time, with meticulous care by his side.

When he went to buy a camera, the introduction from the shopping guide lady was straightforward, and he was a little dizzy facing the dazzling array of counters.I remember that my first camera back then was a film camera at home. The casing looked simple and stupid black, and the functions were not so cumbersome. The blue sky from my own window.Later, sister Yumiko gave him a second-hand digital camera, and he took it through a bumpy and comfortable vacation.The shopping guide lady is still hiding the new functions of the new camera in front of her. She just picks up the camera and looks through the lens. The beautiful colors and clear texture in the picture will never be the same as that spring. The tripod used so many times of metering, running around to find a suitable angle of view, and then bothering to adjust the aperture and focal length.When Fuji walked out of the store with a new camera, he didn't seem as happy as expected, after all, everything was different.

Do not go to the flower and bird market, it turns out that all the green in winter is concentrated here, fresh, strong, layered green, the air has the unique smell of plants and the moisture from the soil.He walked through row after row of flower racks, touching the plump and plump branches and leaves with clear veins with his fingers.The tall flower stand and the flourishing plants on it block the view. There are footsteps behind the flower stand, and they are approaching in a patchwork manner. The undivided gaze passes through the soft flower vines and sees the collar of the white shirt. The first button has not been buttoned, and the sharpened His jaw tensed up suddenly.He walked around the flower stand slowly, and saw a thin young man hesitating in front of the green potted plants, and immediately felt relaxed and lost.Fuji looked back at the cacti at the bottom of the shelf in the distance, and couldn't help but laugh.Their soft and tiny spines propped up a hazy warm light.In fact, Fuji didn't want to admit it, he really hoped that what he saw at that moment was Tezuka's face.

In the end, he came to the hospital, Tokyo General Hospital, where he faced Tezuka for the first time and stretched out his palm, superimposing the texture of the palms of the two people.It was still dark early, and the brightly lit inpatient department was so tall that he couldn't see the top. He knew that Tezuka was lying in that certain light and breathing peacefully, but he still walked towards Oo Asakawa's ward.

Xu's bedside line was full of snacks and plush dolls, and her complexion seemed to improve under the colorful background. She danced happily when she saw Buer, and told Buer who is there these days like a cannonball. Let's see what she got.Fuji took off his gloves to help her pour hot water, and Xu with sharp eyes suddenly said, "Brother Fuji, aren't these Tezuka's gloves?"

The blue woolen gloves looked a little old under the light, with frayed threads and sparse pilling.Fuji handed the water to Xu, smiling as usual: "Yes, Brother Fuji and Brother Tezuka are colleagues, and Brother Tezuka lent it to Brother Fuji."

It wasn't until the time of farewell that Xu asked about Hiroshi Asakawa. Although she said that she didn't miss her father at all, she was a child after all, and the tears in her eyes were not deceiving.Bu Er gently kissed Xu's forehead, and told her softly that her father was fine now, and would come to see her when he was done with work, and come to accompany her.For him, lying is no longer just once or twice. Sometimes it is to hide his thoughts and emotions from family and friends, and sometimes it is to hide his identity from people in the Takahashi Group to assist the police in the investigation, but only This time, he suddenly felt as sad as when he told a lie for the first time when he was young.

The ward where Xu walked out was completely dark, and he hesitated for a long time looking at the changing numbers on the elevator. The elevator had gone back and forth several times between the top floor and the first floor, and the patient was pushed out with a crisp metal impact. Voice.He took a deep breath and walked into the elevator. He already knew the ward where Tezuka was, but he couldn't take the step into the elevator.There was a faint smell of rice in the elevator, and I saw a middle-aged woman in front of me carrying a bento box, probably to deliver meals to the children in the hospital.Before he had time to see too many details clearly, the elevator had stopped, so he went out, and in front of him was a corridor extending to the left and right, with identical ward doors lined up on both sides.

It was still Tezuka Kunimitsu's calm face, still the distance that could not be crossed, the smell of disinfectant lightly enveloped his whole body, and he could only see him lying on the snow-white bed through the glass, surrounded by flowers, fruit baskets and various delicate objects. There are no guardians in the room, and the lights are half off. There are some fluorescent numbers on the instruments around Tezuka, which are too far away to see clearly.

His fingers stick to the glass to draw the outline of his cheeks, which seems to have really touched it from the visual perspective effect, his forehead, browbones, nose bridge and lip corners, slowly gathered around the cold and hard glass. After soaking in the water vapor, for a few seconds in a trance, Fuji seemed to really feel the touch of the skin, the warm, tight and elastic cheeks, and Tezuka's rising and falling breath.The mist in front of him became one piece, Fuji slowly lowered his hand, only the part where the fingertips passed was still clear, Tezuka fell asleep peacefully, never aware of his distant touch.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and he stretched out his hand to answer it. The fingertips that had just touched the glass actually caused slight pain because of being too cold, but just now they felt that every touch was so warm.On the other side of the phone is the senior police department of the Metropolitan Police Department, with a bold and loud voice, listening to his word-by-word instructions, slowly gripping the phone tightly.There was a fluorescent lamp flickering overhead, and the passing nurse on duty looked up from time to time. The ward was still dark, and the mist on the glass receded. After an unknown period of time, Fuji hung up the phone.

The police department said that everything has been arranged properly, a new identity, a new life.Now go to meet his family, and then he will be sent to another place to work, never return to Tokyo, no longer Fujisuke.

Fuji turned around and saw Kiyoshi Arai rushing over from the other end of the corridor, carrying big bags and small bags and heading straight to Tezuka's ward, suddenly Arai seemed to have discovered something, stopped and stared at him, stretched to The hand on the doorknob stopped in mid-air.

"Hey, I'm Shusuke Fuji, Tezuka's colleague." Fuji introduced himself, but he didn't know how many times he would have the opportunity to tell others that his name was Shusuke Fuji, and tell others about his relationship with Tezuka .

"Oh, I'm Kiyoshi Arai, Guoguang's girlfriend." Arai had already opened the door and dragged the big bags into the ward. "Would you like to come in and sit down? Guoguang hasn't woken up yet, but the doctor said it was As a result of the anesthesia for the operation, I will probably wake up tomorrow..."

"Thank you, no need. I'm here to see a friend, and I'll drop by Tezuka...I'll leave first." Seeing that Arai turned on the light, the bright white light covered Tezuka's face, Light shadows appeared on the sides.Suddenly remembered the hallucinatory feeling of touching his cheek, not daring to take another look, turned around and prepared to leave.Almost unconsciously, Fuji's finger that touched the door frame bounced and fell lightly, knocking out a date, using code words that only he and Tezuka could understand.

He finally turned his head to look at Tezuka Kunimitsu again, this should be the last time he saw him, the face that he had imagined countless times by looking up and peeping in the light and darkness, although that face was already deeply embedded in his mind, he still couldn’t help it I have to say goodbye with my own eyes, although there is no formal goodbye.All about Tezuka