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The stories of Guoguang and Fujisuke have all come to an end. The pigeons flying in the evening sky of the police academy suddenly scattered and disappeared in this review.

"Mr. Fuji, goodbye. But... are you okay..." Arai looked at Fuji, with some worry in his eyes.

Bu Er did not say goodbye, the lights in the corridor were still flickering, only the sound of footsteps and the sound of the elevator arriving could be heard.

☆、Chapter 14

Final

Tezuka Kunimitsu slowly opened his eyes. There were bouquets and gifts piled up in front of him. He saw the instruments around him sideways, as if his father had been injured many years ago.There are many, many people gathered around, including mothers, Arai, and colleagues from the police force. Their expressions are tired and joyful. You ask each other how you feel now, whether it is still in pain, whether you are hungry, whether you remember Can't remember what happened.

Suddenly, I remembered the last scene before I was shot. The flying bullet casings, the falling feathers, and Buer’s thin body swiftly flashed in front of me. The light from the top of the church dissolved his white clothes, the posture of his torso, Like a slowed-down movie picture, frame by frame is as beautiful as the most standard textbook example.

"Fuji..." Tezuka called out the name almost subconsciously, but after searching the crowd over and over again, only that gentle face was missing.

I don't know whose voice is so clear in my ears: "Fuer Zhouzhu's mission is completed, he has changed his name and been assigned to another place. This is discipline. Now in the world, there is probably no such person as Fujiu Zhouzhu."Then there were greetings one after another in my ears, whether I was still in pain, whether I was hungry or not, and whether I could remember what happened.

Now in the world, I am afraid that there is no such person as Bu Erzhou Zhuang.I did feel pain just now, but I don't know if it came from the unhealed wound.

Tezuka closed his eyes, recalling the appearance of Fuji, but his beautiful and nimble fingers, his broken hair curled in the wind, his thin looking back in the crowd, and occasionally passing by him The breath... the memory is full of fragments, they don't have a complete conversation, a walk, a dinner, as colleagues who are born and die, they don't even have a high five or a hug.But Er Zhouzhu just disappeared without leaving a trace.

He still heard the voices of relatives and friends rushing for him, those familiar tones surrounded him, and Tezuka suddenly found that what he missed the most was actually the finger of Fuji, the silent code.

Arai was the only one staying at night with Tezuka. Tezuka was reading the newspaper while she was sitting on the side slowly peeling an apple.suddenly.Tezuka heard rhythmic tapping, it was such a familiar feeling, he suddenly raised his head, and Arai's fingers danced on the edge of the bed.That was the secret signal between him and Fuji, and he suddenly found that he actually remembered and even missed the appearance of each of Fuji's fingers, those strewn taps turned out to be such a graceful dance.He read out the code slowly, it was a time, March 2001, 3.

"Mr. Fuji came to see you before leaving," Arai said faintly, "He seemed very sad, he cared more about you than Onishi Ikeda, this is your secret signal when you are performing missions, I remember him like this Knocked."

"Did he say anything else?" The newspaper slipped from Tezuka's hand, and his tone was rarely eager.

"It seems to be something..." Arai tilted his head and recalled with difficulty.

March 2001, 3 was the day they entered the police academy.