12 years zero soul

"Ah, sorry, did you get burned?"

Accidentally, Qiuren didn't notice Makoto Yamazaki standing beside him.The spoon that had been stirring the hot sauce just now hit the opponent's arm.

Akihito grabbed Makoto Yamazaki's arm and put it under clean water to rinse.

The water was rushing, and La Yamazaki frowned and pursed his lips tightly, as if holding back something.

"It's, it's okay, don't worry, it's okay."

Having said that, Yamazaki Makoto relaxed his expression slightly.He was probably really in pain before.

"I'm really sorry..." Qiu Ren blamed himself deeply. It was because he was thinking about other things that he hurt the other party. "Let me do it, you go and sit first."

"But..." Yamazaki Makoto was worried that something would happen if Qiu Ren looked out of his mind.

"Come on, come on! Sit down."

Qiu Ren pushed Yamazaki Makoto away from behind, and placed him on the seat.Then continue with today's dinner.

Makoto Yamazaki's eyes kept chasing Qiu Ren's busy figure, the waist of the pleated apron filled his vision, but his thoughts drifted to the distance.

As early as the first time they met, Makoto Yamazaki discovered that the man in front of him had a lewd body... he was always inciting others.

Makoto Yamazaki raised his eyes to look at each other.

The voluptuous waist curve, the firm buttocks, always unconsciously too sexy... Maybe it's because the top is a bit short, the moment the other party lowered his head - he saw the lines between the buttocks.More overwhelmed than joyful.In order to suppress the throbbing in his heart, Makoto Yamazaki avoided the angle of view just now.

Suddenly, Makoto Yamazaki clenched his teeth and clenched his right fist.

"Hey, senior..."

Perhaps because the sudden voice was too cold, Qiu Ren froze for a moment.

"Well, what?"

"Can I... ask you a question?"

Qiu Ren stopped, "It's ok...what do you want to ask?" The gaze behind him made him a little uncomfortable.

The room was suddenly enveloped in silence.Qiu Ren felt that the other party seemed to take a breath, but he held his breath instead.

"Have you ever been troubled by the boundary between good and evil?" Yamazaki grimaced and clenched his jaw.

Qiu Ren suddenly turned his head, and his only gaze met Makoto Yamazaki.

Qiu Ren opened his lips hesitantly, but he didn't make a sound after all.

After a long time, Qiu Ren gently turned his head away, "...Of course."

After Yamazaki nodded with a look of unrelieved expression on his face, he continued to ask Qiu Ren: "What about the person who killed someone?" Qiu Ren's shoulders visibly trembled, Yamazaki pretended not to notice, "Is it good or evil? "

"This behavior is simply wrong!"

"Then they deserve to die?"

Damn, this is more than a question, right? !But Qiuren couldn't think of any reason for refusing to answer.

"Is this question really that difficult?" Makoto Yamazaki faced Qiu Ren, but looked at other places besides Qiu Ren.He murmured sadly: "Ah...is that so, that's why you are so troubled."

After being silent for a long time, Qiu Ren pretended not to have a clear expression and asked, "What, what?"

"Hmm, I said I'm a little hungry." Makoto Yamazaki stretched exaggeratedly as if he didn't care, but his eyes were peeking at Qiu Ren. "Ah, by the way, senior. Thank you very much for helping me find that lost bag."

Qiu Ren just nodded in silence, he should be speechless.Then he sighed, feeling uneasy.

I always feel that it is inappropriate to talk about the ins and outs of the incident on the phone now.Kuroda proposed to meet at a cafe near Akihito's apartment.

Kuroda took a sip of coffee, put down his cup, raised his left hand, and frowned while looking at the time on his wrist.He turned his face away and looked out of the French window, where the rain was pattering.Since it was the evening off-duty time, and thanks to the rain, the coffee shop seemed to become lively, and the customers who came in all had traces of being wet by the rain to varying degrees.

The surface of the floor-to-ceiling glass is covered with transparent beads little by little, refracting pedestrians on the street into distorted shapes.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

The person who came didn't even say hello, and just sat in the seat opposite to Kuroda. Except for the slightly wet shoes, he didn't see any embarrassment caused by the rain on his body.

"Did you read the report of the forensics class?" Seeing the other party squint his eyes, Kuroda continued: "Don't interfere." His tone was very light, but with an unquestionable tone.

"Didn't the police treat this as an ordinary traffic accident?"

Hearing the sarcasm in the other party's words, Kuroda didn't care, "Normal?" Then he snorted coldly.

There is an unusual atmosphere in the coffee shop, and you don't have to search around for the source.The two prominent men in black suits sat in this kind of common people's coffee shop, and they were already very out of style. In addition, the stern expressions on their faces made everyone have to look sideways.

"There's an obvious..."

Kuroda took out several photos from the kraft paper bag and put them on the table. He pointed to the photos and asked, but the other party didn't say anything.When he looked up, he realized that the other party's gaze was all the way outside the window.

"you--"

Kuroda frowned dissatisfied.

However, the other party only stretched out his palm slightly, as if asking him to be silent first, and did not look away at all.In the deep eye sockets, a sharp light looms.

A big umbrella hit him head-on, and the position of his shoulder was instantly stained with a deep color.

The man holding the umbrella let out a soft "ah", lowered his head and said "sorry", and planned to leave.The man was wearing a dark work uniform and appeared to be a freelance worker.He was still very tall, and he was carrying something like a heat preservation bag in his hand. He didn't seem to notice that the rain had stopped, and he was still holding an umbrella, and this big umbrella might make him unable to see clearly ahead.

"Do you want to run away after bumping into someone?"

"Ah... sorry."

The man bowed down again to apologize to him, and turned away again.

Stopping to stare at the hurried back of the other party leaving, the expression on his face finally changed...

There was a dull knock on the door, and Qiu Ren thought that Yamazaki, who was in a hurry to leave just now, forgot to take something, so he walked to the door.Suddenly thought of something, he said nonchalantly: "Who?"

After an anxious silence, the person outside the door slowly replied: "It's me."

Before he could think, Qiu Ren's body shook, and he pressed the doorknob hard, "Please go back!"

There was a violent sound of "thud, thud, thud" from the heart, and Qiu Ren suddenly felt hot in his head.

"Open the door."

"Leave quickly!"

Qiu Ren roared loudly.Although it was a roar, the sound betrayed him, and it had no deterrent effect at all.

Why? !That commanding tone of superiority!Qiu Ren couldn't tell whether the trembling of his body was due to anger or the shock in his heart.

"You can choose to come out by yourself. Or, I will tear down the door."

Even though Qiu Ren was given a choice, speaking in such a tone with no chance of rebuttal was not convincing at all.

Qiu Ren thought for a while, perhaps because he was frightened by Ma Jian's strength, he reluctantly removed the anti-theft chain.

Later, the door opened, and Qiu Ren appeared with an even more vigilant look than yesterday.

Ma Jian didn't speak, just looked at Qiu Ren calmly.

Seemingly unwilling to be underestimated, Qiu Ren plucked up the courage to stare back at him.Even though the rain outside has stopped, why is Ma Jian's shoulder still wet?won't it be cold?Qiu Ren couldn't help but worry about the other party.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Ren couldn't help shrinking back slightly when he accidentally caught the other party's gaze.

Looking at him with such blatant eyes? !Qiu Ren looked away in shame.That dangerous greed seemed to eat away at him gradually, and the longer they were alone, the worse it was for him.

Qiu Ren was startled, and suddenly lowered his head, turned around and fled into the house.He quickly closed the door and pressed it tightly with both hands, but the opponent's strength was stronger, and the door was pulled open again.

【Crab, crab...】

【Crab, crab...】

【Crab, crab...】

【Crab, crab...】

【Crab, crab...】

【Crab, crab...】

......

Under the dim light, Qiu Ren's body froze.

At this moment, she regained her composure a little bit, and Ma Jian remembered that she was holding Qiu Ren tightly in her arms.He leaned down, "And..." As soon as Ma Jian spoke, Qiu Ren's body immediately tensed up.

For a moment, Qiu Ren opened his eyes wide, showing a puzzled expression.

Seeing Qiu Ren's terrified appearance, the slightly dimmed left eye, the scar is clearer than usual.Asami just smiled back.

"...The cherry blossoms in the hot spring are blooming."

After Ma Jian finished speaking, Qiu Ren was stunned and speechless.The long silence faithfully conveyed his expression.

Finally, Qiu Ren asked, "And then?" His voice was surprisingly calm.

Looking up at Ma Jian, his clenched fists trembled slightly, Qiu Ren was trying his best not to let the ups and downs in his heart show on his face.

Ma Jian didn't say anything, stared at the other party for a long time, finally let go of his hand, and turned to leave.

Closing the door and staying in the house quietly, Qiu Ren didn't eat anything, but she had no appetite at all. Not only that, but also her stomach was hurting like a pinprick, and she felt like she was about to vomit.

About three and 10 minutes later, the phone rang, showing an unfamiliar number.Qiu Ren pressed the call button, and a voice came from the other side.

Just about to step into the conference hall of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, Kirihara caught a glimpse of his colleagues smoking in the smoking area ahead.He walked over, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smoked it, both of them looked melancholy.

Two colleagues from other departments passed by in front of them, their eyes fell on their side, and then they whispered something.

"Looking at our expressions, it shouldn't be hard to guess, right?" Kirihara smiled wryly, the dark bags under the eyes seemed bigger than the eyes.The investigation was only completed late last night. He went home and took a nap before rushing back to the police station.

"The situation is not good?" The colleague next to him speculated.

Tong Yuan raised his lower lip and nodded, "The man hasn't been found yet, and the tracing team is not optimistic. Really, I thought it would be done in two or three strokes."

"Have you found out your identity?"

Colleagues followed Kirihara's conversation and asked questions.

"The missing student's name is Yamazaki Gaku, and his brother Yamazaki Makoto is a reporter. It's the tall young man who came here last time." Kirihara threw the cigarette holder into the trash can and smoked another one, " What about your investigation?"

Hearing Kirihara's question, the colleague scowled and scratched his chin, "As usual, nothing happened."

"Really?" Tong Yuan narrowed his eyes, trying to find out the truth with sharp eyes.

Unable to resist Kirihara, he hesitated and muttered: "That person is hard to say... After all, anyway... the final decision is beyond your control. We should do our part. Understand?" Said Finished, he anxiously put out the unfinished cigarette.

The other party obviously did not continue this topic.Kirihara, with a face of reluctance, was just about to agree perfunctorily, when the vibrating sound of the phone came from the inside of the coat. "Sorry!" He took out his phone and got up to leave his seat.

("Oops! Kirihara-senpai, Yamazaki is not at home!")

Kirihara instantly felt as if all the blood in his body was boiling.He ran while talking, years of experience made his mind fast and calm.

"You must not leave, guard Yamazaki Makoto's apartment, and ask around nearby, ah, yes, Yamazaki Gaku seems to have a girlfriend, bring her back, remember! Don't let go of any clues, be sure to ask Makoto Yamazaki's whereabouts."

("yes!")

[I would rather you hate me and remember me; than you love me and forget me. 】

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