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"This is your first lesson, Yoshino Ken. First lesson: Facing farewell."

Nagayama Jieichiro pulled the suitcase, and the universal wheel made a dull rolling sound on the flagstone road.

The man looked up at the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his side face, the shadow was carried by the dark red brilliance, and gradually elongated. On the street, there was a conflict between silence and noise.

"We are all lucky and unfortunate people. When I joined the secret service team, I thought, they should have asked you."

Yoshino Ken nodded: "'Fight chaos and maintain order?'"

Nagayama Jieichiro shook his head disdainfully: "That kind of rhetoric is just a decoration, just to build a moral high ground for us to stand on at certain times."

"It's like the lecture of the fat bastard from Fukuyama, 'Life is not just about money', yes, because the poor who have no money have no time to talk to him and listen to his pretentiousness."

"Don't be brainwashed by those 'correct' words. Behind the absolute right, there is the right to make it absolutely go."

"Our real purpose is to protect ourselves..."

Nagayama Jieichiro sighed: "Protect yourself, protect your family, protect everything that is important. Including... people living in this country."

He tapped Kenichi Yoshino's forehead with rough fingers: "Question: What other methods are there for the promotion of order, besides slowly absorbing mystery, holding order rituals, and repelling chaos?"

Kenichi Yoshino replied blankly: "No? When teaching me, the instructor only said these three."

There is something in Yongshan Jieichiro's words: "I mean, you think of it yourself, is there anything else?"

Ken Yoshino scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "I have thought about a method. Since we need chaos to advance, we must quickly increase our strength, rather than slowly absorbing mystery, that kind of too slow method."

"Then, can you..."

He carefully looked at the profile of the man who was walking straight: "Can you... raise some chaos? Or, cooperate?"

Nagayama Jieichiro didn't rebuke as loudly as he thought, but was silent for a while, and then he said blankly: "I have asked this question before, and there are many people. There are many people like you and me. also asked."

The instructor said: If you think so, you have already fallen into the trap of chaos.

After that, he turned his head to look at his deputy: "What do you think?"

Kenichi Yoshino thought about it for a while, and agreed: "Yes, isn't this the same as Chaos? Addicted to power, plagued ordinary people, forced them to feel Chaos, and then killed... Isn't this a sacrifice?"

Nagayama Jieichiro interrupted his deputy with a chuckle: "Really?"

Yoshino Kenichi looked at the meaningful captain and couldn't believe it: "Could it be... Could it be that..."

Yongshan Jieichiro did not affirm or deny, he simply spoke in a statement tone: "I don't know, I just have some doubts."

"Because order is always order, people are not necessarily."

The two people communicated intermittently, passing through the endless crowd.

The streets in the evening were flashing with neon lights. Many young people brought their partners, and some younger men and women who looked like students, hugged each other intimately, and disappeared at the door of a hotel in a flash.

Yoshino Kenichi was still amazed at what his captain said at this time, very unbelievable.

But after thinking about it carefully, I feel that those high-level executives may really do it, but...

What about yourself?People who have never experienced chaos will always think of various ways - like playing a game, to carry out the so-called 'upgrade strategy'.

As a "contacter", and a contact with chaos, he understands chaos very well.

He is not a single god or a group of monsters.

No, chaos and order are not individually directed.

That's a rule.

It is a rule composed of huge knowledge clusters that cannot be accepted by human beings. More than half a year ago, I almost died under that rule.

What does it feel like to be infected with Chaos?

Before entering the special service team, Kenichi Yoshino was a special police officer.

It once asked its colleague, a drug police officer, to take him into a drug rehab center for investigation.

I won't say much about the results of the investigation. In short, he made a vague calculation:

If the feeling of sucking is 1, then when you are infected with chaos, the sweetness of knowledge, the feeling of sucking crazy to the peak...

At that moment, it could be around 10000.

Yes, ten thousand times.

How crazy addicts are, even children born in modern society know that they should stay away from them.

So, what about chaos that is [-] times more insane and addictive than it is?

Kenichi Yoshino believes that unless those high-level leaders are crazy, they will never do anything to feed chaos or let it spread on a large scale.

That's not a problem of simply fighting monsters and upgrading in the game, it's a problem of destroying the entire human race.

——Yoshino Kenichi is still young and does not understand that the so-called madness of human beings is more sinister than the madness brought by mysterious knowledge.

He pulled the suitcase and followed behind the captain.

As the two passed the corner of the hotel, Kenichi Yoshino suddenly caught a glimpse of a boy.

Chapter 49 Chapter 49

Shinjuku is brightly lit at night.

Nagayama Jieichiro walked ahead, dragging the suitcase for Kenichi Yoshino—in fact, he should have taken that suitcase himself.

Kenichi Yoshino saw a boy about seven or eight years old after passing a pink neon sign.

His clothes were tattered, with mud spots on his cuffs. He was curled up alone behind the neon sign, sitting there with his hands on his knees, out of tune with the surroundings.

Kenichi Yoshino called out Nagayama Jieichiro's name and gave him a wink.

The two stopped.

Snapped.

Nagayama Jieichiro took out a metal lighter and ignited it, and the flames burned towards the cigarette in his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered that it was on the street.

The man reluctantly turned off the lighter and pulled down the wrinkled cigarette at the corner of his mouth.

The two stood not far away and looked at the boy. After waiting for about 10 minutes, they did not see any parents or elders who looked like him appearing to look for him.

As soon as Ken Yoshino opened his legs, he pulled the suitcase and walked over, not standing directly in front of the boy, but a meter away.

"Boy, where are your parents?" he asked.

The noisy voice seemed to cover up Kenichi Yoshino's, and the boy didn't reply - he didn't even raise his head, just hugged his knees.

"Hey! Boy, where are your parents?"

Kenichi Yoshino took a few steps forward and spoke again.

The boy slowly raised his head, allowing Kenichi Yoshino to see his face.

The round eyes are blinking and blinking, so cute.There were two wet tears on his chubby face.

"Boy, where are your parents?"

Seeing this scene, Kenichi Yoshino lowered his voice, squatted down slowly, and put his eyes at the same level as the little boy's.

"I-I don't know. Grandma told me to wait for her here..."

Kenichi Yoshino frowned at the child's stammering words. He stood up again and looked around. The only one who looked this way was his partner.

"Where's grandma?"

"do not know."

The boy answered blankly.

"Do you call the police?"

Yoshino Kenichi looked at Yuya Yuya's partner who came over and asked.

Yongshan Jieichiro shook his head: "Aren't we?"

"We're not responsible for—"

"The same." Yongshan Jieichiro turned his head and squatted down to look at the little boy: "Do you remember your family's phone number?"

The boy shook his head.

"What about the name?" Nagayama Jieichiro continued to ask.

The boy still shook his head: "I don't know. Grandma never called me by my first name, and my mother and father only called me by my nickname."

"Da Yong, is it okay?"

He looked at Nagayama Jieichiro with a hopeful look.

This indifferent man did not frighten the boy, but seemed to have a childish fate unexpectedly.The boy stretched out his hand and grabbed Yongshan Jieichiro's cuff: "Dayong, I am Dayong."

"It's just a nickname that can't be helped."

Kenichi Yoshino looked at the gentle captain in surprise and said, "Do you know where you live?"

This time, the two of them got an affirmative answer.

Sangu?

Yoshino Ken nodded, this is a well-known slum, a place that can't be found on the map.

"Let's go." Nagayama Jieichiro tentatively hugged the boy, raised his chin with his partner's dumb expression, and the two men walked towards the nearby subway with the child in their arms.

One looked indifferent, but tenderly hugged the child in his arms, and the other was full of complaints and pulled up his luggage again and followed behind.

The surrounding hotels were dimly lit.

In this environment, they attracted the attention of the people around them - it was a strange look, like a blessing, but also like envy and praise.

Kenichi Yoshino was full of question marks: What's the situation?

He stretched out his hand and subconsciously grabbed his captain's cuff: "Yongshan—"

"Shut up if you don't want others to misunderstand! Also, don't touch me!"

After being beaten up by his partner, Kenichi Yoshino let go of his grievances and muttered in confusion: I've misunderstood something, I'm just pulling you, isn't it usually like this.

————Yoshino Kenichi's daily hand————

There were still many people on the subway in the evening. Fortunately, there was no crowd during the day, so the two men could still make room for Dayong to sit.

The child just sat on the chair obediently without saying a word, and looked at the indifferent Nagayama Jieichiro with big eyes very curiously.