funeral

"Please go slowly, welcome to visit next time."

Nakajima came out of the convenience store with a big bag of snacks, and saw a pink-decorated beauty shop from afar.

Since Mela lived in his house, she has been in a state of bare makeup.Although she didn't go out very often, this woman was very concerned about her appearance, and she was so demanding on her facial features that Nakajima could hardly imagine, because he had heard complaints about the corners of her eyes no less than five times.

Nakajima didn't know whether it was the people of his country or all women, but in his opinion, Mela's drooping eyes were very cute, just enough to neutralize her overly bright facial features.

Although the behavior of judging others is not gentlemanly enough, Mela is indeed gorgeous in terms of appearance alone, especially the appearance when they first met.

Nakajima still remembers her face with heavy makeup, walking in the city center is not inferior to ordinary graphic models.

Nakajima admitted that he was attracted to that woman little by little, no matter in appearance or inside, but when he thought that there was a huge secret hidden behind her, his mood was inevitably a little complicated.

The conversation that day was interrupted by a ringing bell. Nakajima received an urgent notification from Corey, left the bowls and chopsticks and rushed over.

The reason for being summoned was the jewelry theft/stolen/case that happened a few hours ago. In view of the bad influence, the director ordered that it should be resolved within three days.So all the members of Class 7 worked overtime and managed to catch the criminal before the deadline

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So Nakajima came home again several days later, the smell of sweat and exhaustion made him forget what he was going to do.

"Mr. Nakajima, you're back!" Mela stepped forward and grabbed the man's hand as soon as the door opened, with a flustered expression, "I just went out to take out the trash, and I always felt someone was staring at me from behind."

Hearing this, Nakajima quickly put down the shopping bag, pulled all the curtains in the room tightly, and then gently opened one corner to look outside carefully, "Could it be the person who followed you before?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Mela," Nakajima put down the curtains, "You should tell me the whole truth, otherwise I really can't help you..."

Reluctantly, Ito was pulled by Nagasawa to go to the appointment. Although the newly opened restaurant is curious, but the person to meet is his lover's "ex-fiancée", which makes Ito unable to get motivated.

"Hey, I thought it would be a beautiful older sister..."

The other party's reaction was completely expected, but Ito was still a little unhappy.

Ahh, I'm so sorry that I made you look forward to it in vain.

"Although she's not a 'sister', she's still pretty, right?" Nagasawa pulled a chair over for Ito to sit down, and he couldn't hide his pride in his words.

"Well, it's so beautiful!" Yuxi took out her phone and covered her mouth with a chuckle, "Hey, Mr. Nagasawa, can I take a photo with this gentleman?"

"Hey..." Ito felt uncomfortable because of the other party's sudden approach, but he had to bear his temper after seeing Nagasawa's smiling face nodding at him.

Looks like it's going to be a long afternoon...

Maybe it was ordered before, and the rhythm of serving food in the restaurant is well grasped.

Ito didn't speak during the dinner, just listening to the other two talking.

The girl has a weird personality, a type he has never been able to handle, just like Kirishima.

No... Although Kirishima sometimes hates it, it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable, and this girl, how should I put it...

Ito drank a spoonful of thick soup with downcast eyes, then frowned and spat out the chewed corn kernels.He has always disliked the taste of this stuff, and always avoided it consciously, but he didn't want it to be hidden in the thick cream at this moment, making it difficult for people to notice it for a while.

Ito looked up at the girl, and found that the other person's eyes were always following the person beside him, and occasionally glanced here from the corner of his eye.

It's not a particularly friendly look... Ito was dumbfounded in his heart, maybe Nagasawa has messed with a character who is more difficult than soup corn...

The specially made pastries are quite good, so no matter how difficult the fulfillment of the contract is, there is a little motivation to persist.

Afternoon tea called Celebration was spent in a performance that seemed to be casual. When paying the bill, Yuki proposed to go to the pier, saying that it was a quarter of an hour before sunset, and it happened to be there to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Nagasawa nodded in agreement, after sitting for so long it was time to walk around, so he called and asked Aoba to come back later.

A group of three came to the port together. Yuxi pulled Nagasawa and insisted that he compete with him in a walking race, while Ito was left far behind the two of them.

Watching the contest between long legs and short legs, Ito shook his head helplessly.He can figure out a thing or two about the girl's mind, but in his opinion, such behavior is useless.No one can change the decision made by that man, and the two of them have experienced so much, so he doesn't need to be jealous at all.

Ito even had some sympathy for the girl, because her efforts had chosen the wrong target.

"Hey, hurry up and follow!"

Seeing Nagasawa waving at him with a smile in front, Ito couldn't help speeding up his pace, but he didn't walk far before he heard a muffled sound under his feet.

In the cold winter wind, there is a trace of scorching air that scorches metal.

After realizing what happened, Ito's expression changed instantly.He clung to the thick chain beside him so desperately that he would not fall so quickly.

The person on the opposite side seemed to have noticed something strange at the same time, and started to run back.

"Don't come here!" The almost stern roar directed at Nagasawa, terrified and desperate.

Ito felt his head buzzing, and the blood and heat in his body were like thin ice in summer, disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he saw Nagasawa running towards this side with an expression of extreme panic.

Idiot, didn't I tell you not to come here...

Then, a mass of black occupied Ito's sight.

The softness is that person's embrace, right?

"Liang... Liangjie, Liangjie!" There was an unprecedented flustered voice in his ears, and the man seemed to call out his name out of desperation.

The chill on his back didn't recede so quickly, and it took an extremely long time for Ito to feel the other person's body temperature.After he regained consciousness a little, he panted heavily, and groped his body up and down, but he couldn't find any bleeding.

Looking at the other party, it seems to be fine.

"Strange..."

The two looked at each other for a long time, then seemed to suddenly recall something, and looked in the previous direction a little stiffly.

At the end of his sight, Yuki looked down at the bloody hole in his chest/mouth with an expression of disbelief.

"I was a medical student before. I didn't get very good grades. The theoretical foundation was weak, but the operational ability was surprisingly outstanding. My tutor has never been able to understand this, but I am the only one who knows what my problem is."

Mela opened a can of beer, and the overflowing foam instantly covered her fingertips.The woman didn't twitch her hands, and seemed to enjoy this state very much.Nakajima, who was sitting across from him, did not urge him, because he knew that this story could not be explained clearly in a few words.

"Anatomy is my favorite major. No matter how complicated the internal structure of the test body is, I can always separate the parts perfectly," Mela took a sip of the wine, and continued, "White mouse, frog , Rabbits, in my eyes, they are not so-called living creatures, but an integration with a whole set of organs.

"I enjoy the process of the organ being stripped, and I also indulge in the pleasure/feeling of the blade cutting the tissue.

"But gradually, these animals can no longer meet my growing needs, because they are too small to be enjoyable at all."

Nakajima's expression was not very good, he seemed to be able to foresee what Mela would say next.

"In the end, it was my elder brother who helped me realize my wish. At that time, he and his friends jointly operated an underground clinic, which was specially designed to deal with difficult traumas for gangsters and smugglers. Died on the operating table. Knowing that the people in the same company could not afford the medical expenses, they always cut off the deceased’s organs privately as a kind of subsidy... In order to keep the organs fresh, in addition to the storage method, the cutting method also Must be smart."

"So... your brother dragged you into the gang?"

Nakajima gripped the can, and the woman nodded with a smile.

"Later, the business of organ/trafficking/selling grew bigger and bigger, and the number of donors could no longer keep up, so they gave up the simple cutting of dead bodies and turned to living people.

"No one would dislike a lot of money. Three years ago, my brother and the others found out that there was a huge demand for organs in this country, so they shifted the focus of their work here."

"Then why are you..." Deliberately staged this show on the street?

"Because I hate myself for being like this, and I'm tired of living like this," Mela curled the corner of her mouth, tears slipping from one side, "I can't sleep well every night, and I always dream about those people who died under my scalpel ...I asked my brother if he could stop here, but he didn't listen at all, and even beat me hard..."

That's why he came up with such a way to make him feel afraid?

Nakajima subconsciously wanted to wipe away the other party's tears, but was caught firmly.

"Mr. Nakajima... sorry... for hiding so much from you..."

This woman's hands are stained with so much blood, she should be thrown away, right?

Regardless of whether one's occupation is a policeman or not, as a qualified citizen, after learning about such a crime, one should send the person to the police station, right?

Nakajima stared blankly at the other party, hesitating for the first time about what he considered "justice".

The author has something to say:

Sorry, I was lazy yesterday

A piece of popular science: Manzai (Japanese: Mancai/まんざいManzai) is a form of stand-up comedy in Japan (known as stand-up comedy in Hong Kong), which is similar to Chinese counterpart crosstalk. The western region gradually developed.Mancai is usually performed by a pair of two people, one is responsible for the more serious role of finding trouble (ツッコミ) and complaining, and the other is responsible for the more funny role of pretending to be stupid (ボケ) to play dumb, and the two tell jokes to each other at a very fast speed.Most of the jokes revolve around misunderstandings, puns, and phonetic words between the two.