I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

"Hiroki, how's the situation over there?" Hiroshi Otoi tapped his fingertips gently on the window sill.

"The police have taken over the scene. Miss Haihara is safe. She and Miss Maori are now sent to Mihua Central Hospital for examination."

Otoi Hiroshi's nerves had just relaxed when he suddenly asked, "And..."

"Don't worry, Miss Suzuki is already on the way back with Mr. Mori."

"Really...that's good."

In the dark sky, the bright full moon hangs high, and the dense stars cast their starlight wantonly. Under his gaze, the dim street lights lit up the darkness, and the deserted streets gave off a faint feeling of loneliness.

Looking back, Belmode was curled up on the bed in the apartment, sleeping quietly and soundly. She was wearing a loose white nightgown, with her smooth white shoulders exposed, and her eyelashes that occasionally blinked seemed to be doing something not quite right. Wonderful dreams.

Otoi Hiroshi had already treated the wound on her arm.

As the initiator of the whole incident, it was hard for Otoi Hiroshi to comment, but from the look in her eyes just now, she should be able to live in peace for a while.

The whole incident had a considerable impact, and the gentleman was not satisfied with her actions this time.

Part of his actions also benefited "him".

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"Lark."

Otoi Hiroshi raised his head, and the black figure on the screen turned around, but under the light, it was difficult to see his true face.

There was just something about him that made Otoi Hiro feel a little familiar.

Otoi Hiroshi leaned over and said, "Yes, I am willing to serve you, BOSS."

The air seemed to be stagnant, and the gentleman never spoke, but Otoi Hiroshi could feel his eyes always falling on her.

He lowered his head deeper.

"I admire your talent very much. You are the second person in so many years who can surprise me."

"The second one?" Otoi Hiroshi raised his head curiously.

"The first person is Gin." The gentleman crossed his legs gracefully, his voice lost in memories, "When he first appeared in front of me, he was already like this, cold enough and evil enough. This is a talent that is difficult for others to achieve.”

"Yes, you are right, he is indeed admirable."

"And you," Sir said again, "are also very interesting."

"interesting?"

"You seem to behave the same as ordinary people, but inside you are completely different. You focus on results, are gentle but indifferent, and are quiet as if there is a monster hidden in your body. Lark - I look forward to your future."

Otoi Hiroshi lowered his head and said nothing.

"You seem to have something to ask?" The gentleman's electronically synthesized voice contained a smile.

Otoi Hiroshi raised his head and looked at the gentleman on the screen. He did have questions he wanted to ask.

"The winery, no, what exactly is the purpose of our organization?"

This was the answer he'd always wanted.

The gentleman remained silent, and Otoi Hiroshi said again: "Reverse the flow of time?"

"Lark. There's something you can't understand now.

There are many people in the organization. Some of them are hopeless people with low careers, some are calm and silent lunatics, or they are burdened with unreachable hatred.

It is the organization that gives them a way to find their so-called destiny.

——Even if the road ahead of this destiny is to walk in the shadows like a ghost, carrying hundreds of millions of graves for a long time.

And reversing the torrent of time is a star on the road to pursuing destiny. "

Otoi Hiroshi slowly closed his eyes, he couldn't understand.

The gentleman is right, he pays more attention to the results than the process.

For him, what the boss said was useless and was not the answer he wanted.

What he really wants to know is - why reverse the flow of time?

Can time really be reversed?

"Lark, what is the fate you desire?"

Otoi Hiroshi's heart suddenly beat loudly, and the pale light stung his closed eyes.

"What is the fate you desire?"

The flashing lights made it impossible for him to hide.

This sentence kept revolving in his mind, and he had no answer.

In other words, I have never seriously thought about this issue.

However, is it too pale to attribute this long and wonderful journey of life to the word "destiny"?

A figure with green hair flashed in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, everything I experienced in this world slowly emerged.

He was startled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the figure of his husband and shook his head mockingly.

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"I have never longed to be like a god, omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipotent."

"Just a weak, ignorant, shallow ordinary human being."

"If I have to have an answer," he shrugged and spread his hands, "I just want to live the rest of my life in peace."

【With them. 】

After hearing his speech, the gentleman suddenly applauded in surprise.

"Interesting answer."

"Just, tell the truth."

"You are indeed different from Gin. From now on, you will be the leader of the special operations team. You can recruit people on your own or go alone. I give you the right to freedom."

"Yes."

"Go ahead, Lark. I'm not satisfied with Belmode's actions. After you help her settle, let her follow you."

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The bell rang, interrupting Otoi Hiroshi's memories.

Without even thinking about it, there was only one person calling him at this time.

"Where are you now?" Hui Yuan Ai asked a little tiredly.

Otoi Hiroshi glanced at the sleeping Belmode and said, "Here in the apartment."

"With that woman?"

"of course not!"

"Lie! Hiroki already told me."

Otoi Hiroshi had foreseen that she would be rolling her eyes in a cute way across from him.

"Hiroki!" Otoi Hiroshi gritted his teeth.

"When are you coming back?"

"I'll take care of everything."

Hui Yuan Ai was silent for a while, then softly said "Yeah".

The phone in her hand fell gently on the pure white sheets. She turned her head and looked out the window, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, but a smile on her face.

The light of the crescent moon shone in from the window sill, which was a little cool.

The moonlight lengthened his figure and reflected it on the wall from his feet.

After hanging up the phone and looking back, Belmode had already stood up and sat on the bed looking at him.

She sat sideways, holding a corner of the quilt with both hands. The white shoulder straps hung down on her arms. A touch of milky white was exposed under her delicate collarbone. The moonlight eroded her figure.

Under the messy silver hair, those beautiful eyes stared at him, but their eyes were red and their vision was a little blurry.

She bit her lower lip lightly:

"Lark, are you going to abandon me?"