After the world of Ke Xue is full of bad luck

Maybe the fact was too shocking, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't say anything for a while, his Adam's apple slipped unconsciously.

Among the 60 billion or so people in the world, it is not a problem to find two people who look similar, and it is not impossible to find people who feel similar.

But is it possible to find two people who feel similar, and even have moles in the same place? ? ?

Still rare cinnabar nevus.

And not between the eyebrows, but at the thighs.

Is such an extremely unlikely event really possible? ?

All kinds of mixed emotions in his mind were like fireworks exploding, and the whiteness washed over his whole body for a moment, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, making people nowhere to hide.

"Mr. Matsuda?"

The person opposite continued to ask, a little cautiously puzzled.

Will the dead come back to the world and appear in front of him again? ?

Could it be the person I've been thinking about day and night? ?

He stared intently at the person across from him, his mind was messed up like a mess, and his face was in a trance, but he still refused to look away, as if if he moved a little, the little red plum on the white snow would disappear.

Matsuda Jinpei wanted to see something from those clear and penetrating eyes, he wanted to see something called impossible longing.

The evening wind blew past, making his clothes dazed, the hair on his forehead itching, and his chest feeling unspeakably sore.

is it you? ?Amamiya Chiyuki? ?

Matsuda Jinpei felt a little sad that the name that had been rolled over on the tip of his tongue was soaked in that bitterness.

After a while, when Miss Kurosawa on the opposite side walked over step by step, no, maybe she shouldn't be called Miss Kurosawa.

The corner of Matsuda Jinpei's mouth was raised, showing a shallow smile, "I'm fine."

If it's ignored that he lowered his hands behind his back and clenched them into fists, then it's fine.

"Miss Kurosawa, it's late, be careful when you go back, especially those who have ulterior motives." Matsuda Zhenping whispered.

The person opposite stopped and nodded, agreeing: "Okay."

Looking at the picture of two people leaving side by side, the weeds that had accumulated in my heart before were ignited by a strange flame, blown by the evening wind, the flames swept past, showing the trend of starting a prairie fire.

Amamiya Chiyuki, Amamiya Chiyuki...

He has said countless times on his mouth, and pondered over and over again the name countless times, this time he murmured softly in his heart.

It was like a little ripple on the surface of the water caused by a breeze, spreading round and round, and finally set off a stormy sea.

Amamiya Qianxue, who turned to leave, held her arm with one hand, feeling a little weird for no reason.

Matsuda, he looked very strange just now, very strange, it was an expression she had never seen before.

It made her feel faintly uneasy.

She recalled those gray-blue eyes, and frowned. She had just clearly seen a little tenderness in them, mixed with longing, pinched expectations, almost empty tenderness.

For a moment, her heart was tightened, causing a burst of pain.

The last sentence is also very familiar, where has she heard it? ?

"That person is a bit dangerous." Ley glanced at the sad faces of the people around him.

The eyes he looked at just now were not that simple, and Ley could even feel a little hatred.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Spomony always met such dangerous men, first Suterne, then Cointreau, and this time it was Officer Matsuda again, but her attitude was different. There is a world of difference.

Then in the next second, Amamiya Qianxue gave him a blank look, and snorted and laughed, "What nonsense are you talking about??" His tone was full of disgust.

Matsuda Jinpei, is he dangerous? ? ?How can it be! ! !

"Oh? Well, it's probably dangerous for the man standing next to you."

Amamiya Qianxue took off the ribbon, her soft long hair hung down, and she tied it into a high ponytail, "If you think about these things, why don't you think about how to explain your mission, I'm going back."

"Don't you need me to take you?" Ley pointed to his car parked not far away.

Amamiya Qianxue shook her head, "No, I'll just go back by myself." His proposal was rejected.

With one hand in his pocket and the other hand throwing the car keys, Ley said with a smile, "You are really cautious."

"Please leave after you finish speaking." Amamiya Qianxue raised her chin, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were icy cold.

Ley took his long legs and shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, see you later."

Seeing the car starting to go away, Amamiya Qianxue started to take a step, she didn't want these people to know her address, that would definitely bring troubles to Matsuda and Hagiwara, only this is absolutely impossible.

What's more, she can't go back now, and there are still many things to do.

When the case came to an end, it was almost midnight, and Matsuda Jinpei succeeded in knowing that the poison was wrapped in transparent syrup according to the prompt.Under the slightly dim neon light, it was indeed difficult to immediately find that the glass was filled with transparent syrup. Even though the glass was passed by every friend, but the key evidence was found, and the potential friend was successfully caught murderer.

However, the reason for the killing turned out to be a factional dispute in the company, which made Matsuda Jinping frown, and the disgust and disgust on his face were very obvious.

He has never had a good look at these ignorant social moths.

The moonlight melted, like silver water pouring down from the sky, covering every corner of midnight.

Stepping into the confines of the apartment, he immediately saw the familiar figure in front of her. The moonlight hit her body, making her look a little hazy, and the transparent coat was casually draped over her body, with half of her shoulders exposed, or that was the case. Baggy design?

Matsuda Jinpei didn't quite understand this.

But he knew that such clothes must be a little cold in the middle of the night, otherwise the flying butterfly bones and round white shoulders would not have been covered with a layer of frozen red.

Maybe it's a tacit understanding, maybe it's a coincidence.

Just as Matsuda Jinpei was about to call out to the person in front of her, she also turned her head at that moment, and her high ponytail drew a dazzling semicircular mark in the night.

There was a bit of timely surprise in her brows and eyes, "Mr. Matsuda! Have you finished your work? You have worked hard."

After speaking, he nodded slightly with a smile.

Matsuda Jinpei's half-open mouth was a little embarrassed, and the lines he had just prepared were completely forgotten in this faint smile.

Why, why, can she be so calm? ?

Is she Amamiya Qianxue? If not, why is there a cinnabar mole in the same position? ?

Thinking of this, he glanced down involuntarily, the red dot loomed between the ups and downs of the skirt, like a little red on the white and soft Daifuku.

Soon he realized that this was not right, and he focused his eyes on the face of the person in front of him again.

"Well, I just finished my work. Ms. Kurosawa came back quite late." Matsuda Jinpei scratched his hair and walked forward.

"I've been delayed by something." She explained vaguely, without talking about other topics.

Matsuda Jinpei couldn't bear the boredom in his heart, and spoke faster than his brain, "Is it with that guy named Zhu Xing?" The words used in the words were also very uninhibited, not at all what should be done to treat a stranger. wording.

After he finished speaking, he was annoyed why he would say such a thing.

"Ah, no." The girl beside her blurted out a negative line, then shook the bag in her hand, "Go shopping." Her eyes were slightly curved, because of the makeup and eyeliner, it looked like Amorous peach blossom eyes, hazy.

Dangling in the lifted transparent bag were a few bottles of wine and some messy fast food and snacks to satiate the hunger.

At a glance, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't find any food that could be called healthy.

Are these things really edible? ?

Matsuda Jinpei frowned, he wondered if Ms. Kurosawa was eating normally, after all, the last time I brought her potatoes and beef stew, she was pale and weak with chaotic schedules and malnutrition.

This is what he said in his heart, and the same is true in what he said, "Is Miss Kurosawa eating properly? These things are not healthy at all, right?"

Sure enough, the girl on the opposite side froze, a little flustered, then chuckled and explained: "Although it can't be called healthy, it's still possible to eat normally!!"

The gentle words mixed with a smile sounded very unpleasant to Matsuda Jinpei's ears, or rather unpleasant.

You can't take care of yourself at all.

Is it because you are not good at cooking? ?The same is true of Amamiya, and the similarities have increased.

"Ding!"

Just when he was about to continue talking about cooking, the elevator arrived at their floor.

The girl who kept smiling waved at him, "Here, I'm going back first, I'm so sleepy, I want to go to bed, good night, Mr. Matsuda."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about his reply, and walked towards his house with strides.

A flash of panic flashed across Matsuda Zhenping's heart. He took two steps at a time and chased after her. He grabbed the girl who was about to take the key. The warm and wide palm touched the cold wrist, which made Matsuda Zhenping's heart skip a beat.

The body temperature is too low, like ice cubes.

Holding it in the palm, even made his skin feel a slight pain.

He lowered his eyes, and just crashed into the sparkling clear water, the end of his eyes was drawn up by the red eye shadow, showing a bit of meandering.

Some are too close, the space is cramped, the heart trembles, the throat becomes tight, and the mouth is dry.

"Is it you?" He asked this sentence with an almost confused expression, and there was still a little tremor in the ending.

The overly deep voice, the overly suppressed emotion, is like the heavy bass of a cello, vague and hoarse, but the emotion is also very clear.

It is also like a raindrop falling into the dust, bringing with it the dust called anticipation, ethereal like smoke.

After saying these words, Matsuda Jinpei even felt a bit of bitterness on the tip of his tongue, that bitterness seemed to be pouring out from his stomach that hadn't had a drop of water at night, as if it was going to replace all the blood flowing in his veins.

The place where the palms touched was trembling slightly, the sparkling eyes also moved, and the eyelids with a little bit of sequins trembled unconsciously, as if they wanted to cover those turbulent eyes and avoid the scorching heat. Sight.

Matsuda Jinpei unconsciously increased his strength, and with the other hand, he also supported the shoulder of the half-hanging transparent coat.

"Don't look down, look at me, okay..."

Almost an airy sound that is lighter than a heavy bass.

After a pause of two seconds, she opened her eyelids, and there was a trance and anxiety in her eyes, like an illusory dream, "Mr. Matsuda, I am not her, you are mistaken."

Matsuda Jinpei gasped unconsciously, the muscles on his face seemed a little out of control, it was impossible, how could there be such a coincidence.

Impossible, he doesn't believe it.

He wanted to say that coincidence desperately, but the words rolled down his throat, and he swallowed them forcefully.

Can't say it now, what if it scares her, what if she leaves her own world again.

He doesn't know what Yu Gong has experienced, and he doesn't know how he became what he is now, but it doesn't matter, take your time, as long as she doesn't leave quietly like before, then it will be fine, he has passed two Years without her, with a lot of patience.

"Mr. Matsuda, can you let me go? It hurts a bit." After hesitating for a while, she whispered.

As the words reached his ears, Matsuda Jinpei quickly let go of the confinement. He didn't know whether it was because of his too much strength or because her skin was too soft and delicate.

When he let go, the greasy feeling of flesh still seemed to remain in the palm of his hand, which made him feel uneasy, and the crimson color spread all over his ears.

Matsuda Zhenping stared at the red mark on the white and greasy skin, thinking that Zhu Xingda was holding her arm like this today, kneading a red mark.

Where are you coming from? ?

He scanned to find the spot.

Then, the people around him took two steps back and opened the distance.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the flustered face with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I scared you."

"It's okay, this is for you, Mr. Matsuda, I'll go back first." She was a little flustered, she randomly took a bottle of wine from her bag and stuffed it, then turned around and inserted the key, and squeezed in before the door opened much .

A set of movements flowed like flowing water, although nervous but very fast, without any hesitation.

Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously looked at the wine stuffed into his hand, before he could say goodbye, good night, etc., only the cold brown door was left in front of him.

Standing on the door panel, Matsuda Zhenping scratched his hair and said softly, "Good night."

There seemed to be a tenderness and tenderness that could pinch water out of that voice.

After finishing speaking, he went back to his home, and before he had time to change his clothes, he took the bottle of wine and entered his room. He was obviously an adult, but he looked like an underage high school student who had just received it from the girl he liked. Arrived at favorite present.Even if the eyebrows and eyes were pressed down hard, it was still impossible to suppress the joy.

In those gray-blue eyes like the sky, it seemed like a bird was about to fly out.

On the other side, Amamiya Qianxue was panting heavily, and her legs and feet were a little weak. She clutched her beating chest and sat on the ground directly leaning against the door.

The bag in her hand also fell to her feet. She rubbed the red marks and buried her head in her arms.

The cold arm touched the cheek, and it was uncontrollably hot, and the hotness could be felt through the mask, so there must be a lot of red underneath.

"Matsuda Jinpei, what do you want me to do..." She muttered, with a bit of coquettishness that she hadn't noticed in the ending.