[Comprehensive] The world is being reset

"Come on, this way."

"Bring that guy back, you must settle the score, damn it."

In the narrow corridor, the delinquent teenagers, who were very scary just by looking at their momentum, rushed up like some mobile troops.The neighbor who was carrying the vegetables and fruits he had just bought was taken aback. The hand that was holding the key to open the door shook. The vegetable basket in his arms hit the door, and a bright red apple fell from the edge, slightly shaking on the ground. It bounced twice and rolled to a person's feet.

"Excuse me."

The young man in a red denim jacket bent down to pick up the apple and handed it over. A few strands of short light-colored hair were exposed under the black peaked cap, and the fingers holding the apple were clean and slender.

"We're here to find the family across from you, do you know them, beauty?"

The young man looked over from under the brim of his hat, with a lazy smile in his brown pupils, and an inexplicable affinity in his tone of voice.Because of the other party's outstanding appearance, the neighbor's face blushed slightly, and he reached out and took the apple unconsciously.

Oops, shouldn't I just say this and send you off at this time?Why did you just pick it up like this? !

The palm of my hand was pressed by Apple's heavy force, and finally realized that the neighbor who was accosted by the handsome guy screamed in his heart, the redness on his face deepened, and he stammered, "Ah, that, are you Are you talking about the Yamada family? I, I just moved here not long ago, although I have met several times, but I am not familiar with it."

"Is that so." The handsome guy wearing a peaked cap saw her nervousness, but obviously understood another aspect.He smiled at her and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, although we are with the family opposite. Well, to be precise, her son has some festivals, but it won't involve other people."

He said as if joking, "Don't look at us like this, we are actually very disciplined."

"Yes Yes!"

While talking, the girl from the neighbor saw that the first few unscrupulous boys who ran up knocked on the door several times and got no answer. One of them stood up and waved to the surrounding companions.The people around the door took two scattered steps back, only the tallest person looked up at the door lazily, and then put his foot on the lock.

"Boom."

The sound of something exploding resounded in the air, and the neighbor watched dumbfounded as the high-quality anti-theft door opposite was kicked open by the other side.The door panel slammed against the wall and made a loud noise. At that moment, she almost suspected that the entire floor was shaken.

The family at the opposite door owed usury to the underworld, right?The neighbor shrank back in horror holding the vegetable basket. This level of force value is really not like an ordinary bad guy who only blocks people in the alley and collects protection laws.

The unscrupulous teenagers crowded in the stairwell rushed into the opposite room, and soon there were loud chants of "No!", "Not here!", "Damn it, did that guy run away?!" sound.

Over the shoulders of the young man standing in front of him, the neighbor saw the man who was walking last.Unlike the delinquent teenagers who rushed in hastily before, he has an unusual calmness. His black hair hangs on the edge of his glasses, making his skin almost pale, and the profile of his profile is handsome and too neat. It's just a person who is not easy to get along with, even the fluffy collar protruding from the edge of the jacket didn't add any softness to him.

As if sensing his sight, the man glanced sideways.The neighbor was startled, and leaned back with the basket in his arms, almost sticking his whole body against the door.

Fortunately, the other party didn't pay attention to her and walked straight into the door.The neighbor's girl let out a long breath. She didn't know whether she was frightened or for other reasons, her heart beat faster.

Another beautiful boy who is above the standard line, why do the underworld also look at their faces these days?

Not knowing what she was complaining from the bottom of her heart, Shohei Akagi, who was standing in front of the girl, casually comforted her, and continued to ask her some information about the family opposite her without any trace.

It seems to be a single-parent family, the mother is a professional woman, and she is alone with the child.The son is called Yamada Shengichiro, and he attends high school at the nearby Youth Academy.The boy's personality is a bit naughty, but he is usually polite.

Nothing special, just like thousands of ordinary families in Japan.

With a normal smile on his face, Akagi Shohei kept deliberating the information in his heart, trying to find a lead that was not peaceful and normal.The one named Seiichiro Yamada has almost no connection with Barbara. Why did he suddenly appear and lie to Hatta when he was in the research center, deliberately leading him to find Takashi Mitsumi's laboratory?

"Shohei." A head protruded from the door behind the two of them, "Fushimi asked you to ask if this family left early this morning?"

"Ah, yes... yes." Under the questioning gaze of the young man, the neighbor stammered and replied, "It was less than eight o'clock this morning, and the mother and son from the opposite house went out together. I went downstairs to buy something and came back early. .”

"Did you drive out?"

A cold, languid tone floated from the opposite room, and the people lying at the door and the young man standing in front of her collectively looked at her.The neighbor girl nodded in bewilderment.

In the hall of Yamada's house.

Fushimi Saru Hiko was the last to go in with his hands in his pockets, the sound of the door being kicked open in front of him and the chaotic shouts of "absent" and "has anyone run away?" came continuously.

He walked around the living room, came to the side glass window, glanced at the tightly locked hinges, reached out and pushed the latch to open the window.The wind from the street outside blows in through the window frame, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains hanging on both sides of the glass window are blown up by the wind.

Standing by the window and looking at the street downstairs, Fushimi took out his phone.

"Misaki."

"Saruhiko." As soon as the call was connected, Hatta Misaki's angry voice came from the other end. Of course, the emotion was not directed at him, "That kid didn't come to school today, the school teacher said He called last night to ask for leave. Damn, did he really plan to run away?!"

Fushimi held the phone in one hand, turned around and walked in, passing the dining table in the center of the living room, his clean and slender fingers casually slid across the shiny wooden tabletop.He looked down at his fingertips, which were not stained with a trace of dust, "Is it Yamada or his mother who called for leave, what reason did he use?"

"It's Yamada's mother. She said that she suddenly received news that her grandmother in the country was sick and had to rush back to take care of her."

Fushimi walked into the second bedroom connected to the living room while listening to the phone. It was a very standard teenager's room.There are star posters on the wall, the quilt on the bed in the middle is messy, a desk is placed by the window, a basketball has rolled down under the desk, and a few coats are casually draped on the backs of the desk and chairs.Fushimi glanced at the desk, the trash can was empty, the ground was clean, and the windows of the room were locked.The family really seemed ready to be out for a few days.

"I can't get through to Yamada's phone, so I asked the head teacher for Yamada's mother's contact information, and asked her if she knew where Yamada's hometown was."

Hatta Misaki over there said "Oh" and turned around, "Chitose, ask that kid about his mother's phone number and hometown."

Hiroshi Chitose, who was chatting happily with Seiichiro Yamada's female class teacher, gave him an "OK" gesture with his back.

"What are you doing, this guy, is he here to look for clues or to pick up girls?"

Hatta Misaki was muttering softly, when suddenly there was a loud bang of something hitting the ground on the other end of the phone.Hatta was taken aback and almost thought they were being attacked, "Saruhiko?"

"It's okay." Fushimi Saru Hiko's still calm voice came through the radio waves.

The drawer that was pulled out from the desk fell off, and all kinds of small things "cracked" fell on the floor, Coke bottles, playing cards, and various small gadgets that were probably given by the restaurant for events, colorful The ground piles up a sense of déjà vu as a garbage mountain.Fushimi glanced at the ground before looking away, casually threw the empty drawer aside, and opened the next drawer.

"Uh, Fushimi, do you want to help?" A companion who was attracted by the voice stood at the door and looked around.

"No." Fushimi refused in a cold voice.

The boy at the door seemed to be used to his appearance, and he didn't leave after being rejected, but stood there and watched his movements curiously.

Turning out all the drawers on both sides, Fushimi glanced at the locked drawer in the middle, holding the phone in one hand and taking out two wires from the trouser pocket with the other hand.

"Misaki, hurry up and ask." He casually inserted the wire into the keyhole while urging the person on the other end of the phone.

"I see! Hey, Chitose, when are you guys going to chat?"

"Click."

The shrapnel in the lock cylinder made a light sound of being dialed to the correct position. Fushimi opened the drawer with one hand, just lowered his head, and happened to meet a stack of neatly stacked magazines on the right side of the drawer. The cover girl in cool clothes was lying A seductive smile appeared on his skin.

Fushimi Saru than ancient: "..."

He pulled out the stack of high school student's little secrets expressionlessly and threw them on the ground, stretched out his hands and opened other small items in the drawer, and finally, the deepest part of the drawer was pressed down by other things at the bottom , and touched what he was looking for.

Pulling out the turned off mobile phone belonging to Moriichiro Yamada, Fushimi casually threw back his own mobile phone which was still in a call state in the other hand.

"Satou, when Misaki asks for Yamada's mother's cell phone number, call her... Try it, it probably won't work."

Without hearing the second half of his words, the boy Sato who was standing at the door hurriedly caught the phone thrown by Fushimi without looking back, and looked in amazement at the person who dragged the chair behind him with one hand and sat down in front of the desk .

When Fushimi turned around, he saw the strange expression on the other side who was almost a little flattered. He frowned, "Why?"

"No, it's nothing, I just feel a little surprised. Fushimi, you actually know my name?"

Seeing that the other party raised his eyebrows impatiently, Sato explained with a smile, "Although I have heard of you a long time ago, I haven't said a word to Fushimi since I joined Barbara half a year ago. Having said that, I thought you didn't know me."

"...I still remember the name."

"Oh... Ah, Hatta-san, please slow down and I will find a piece of paper to write it down!"

The latter sentence was obviously addressed to Misaki Hatta on the other end of the phone, so Fushimi turned his head to end the conversation, kicked the basketball under the desk aside, raised his hand and opened Yamada's laptop on the table .

It didn't take much effort to unlock the power-on password. Fushimi connected the mobile phone and laptop together with a data cable, plugged in a USB flash drive, and opened several software.Rows of data are arranged in an inorganic luminescent light, brushing across the laptop screen from top to bottom.

Sato dialed the number given to him by Misaki Hatta with his mobile phone. After a few seconds of blankness, he jumped directly to the voice prompt.The other party shut down.Puzzled, he hung up the phone and dialed again, but it was still turned off.

Just as he was scratching his hair and wondering if he should try another number, the person sitting at the desk suddenly spoke.

"Don't fight."

Sato froze for a moment, raised his head, and the moment the picture in front of him was reflected on his retina, his pupils suddenly widened a bit.

"Click." There was a sound of something falling to the ground, and he lowered his head, still holding the phone in his right hand.So Sato turned his head back in a daze, only to realize that the unscrupulous teenagers who came with them at some time were all surrounded by the door.

"What are you doing?" General Bando Saburo withdrew his hand that touched the baseball bat at the door, straightened up and took two steps in while holding the door frame, and reached out to grab the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose as if he couldn't believe it, "That guy actually died?"

On the computer screen shown by Fushimi Saruhiko turning sideways, the black car crashed into the guardrail on the side of the road, and the person sitting in the passenger seat was lifted out by the medical staff in white coats, with the neck twisted back at an angle Obviously no longer alive.That half of the face blurred with blood was exactly the Yamada Seiichiro they were looking for.

"It's not just him, his mother died too, in a car accident."

Fushimi turned around and sent this screenshot from the surveillance to Hatta so that he would not have to ask questions at school.

"So, the clue is broken again?"

Shohei Akagi, who stepped in later, took off his peaked cap and scratched his hair, walked behind Fushimi with some helplessness, and leaned against the wall on the other side.

The cold light on the screen was reflected on the side face of the person in front of the desk, his black eyelashes were pressed down to cover the unspoken mockery, the expression on his face was not surprised at all, while staring at Looking at the computer, the movements in his hands are still going on.

Just when the others looked at each other and hesitated whether they were going to close the team.Fushimi paused slightly with his hands on the keyboard.

"……found it."

There was a cold, mocking voice, but suddenly a sharp edge was cut in the air.

The others immediately raised their heads and looked at the computer screen in front of him.

The dots of light converged on the screen, reverting to a green icon that was uninstalled by his master in extreme fear.

There are large and small circles on the branches and vines, like a shrub that broke out of the ground.

Jungle.