Red and Black Vest Play Guide

35.

"I'm in so much pain..." Ah Zhao curled up in Jing Guang's arms with his eyes closed, the moment the pain reacted to his consciousness, it actually overwhelmed the sadness that was creeping up from the bottom of his heart... Injury is a matter of self-consciousness. Shooting himself is another matter. Tsuruze has already given him the ending Ah Lin wanted. He understands the man's pain and struggle.

However, these pains are all for him to bear. The burning heat from the muzzle gave him an instant pain, even if it didn’t last long, it made him feel like a century had passed. The pain exploded in his consciousness, not only It was Akira Miyazawa's vest, and even Patus, who was far away in the organization, could clearly sense it.

It hurts.

It really hurts.

Why was he chosen?

He Ze feels tired, he is not a bad person, he was only a high school student, underage...he has done a lot of murder and arson these years, he has also been shot, interrogated, and when the electric current passes through his body , he is also in pain, he just... wants to help all the confused and painful souls.

Since when did he clearly realize that he might never go back?The confusion and pain at that time were like a stick in his throat, and it was the firm belief of Granville's vest that gave him direction.In the darkness, Mr. Undercover added direction to his confusion... like a younger brother being taken care of, so he was easily brought into Ah Zhao's mentality, but he also respected Ah Lin's own choice... …

Being hugged horizontally by Zhu Fu Jingguang, leaning tightly into the other's arms, it actually gave him a sense of security that he never had before... Just like that, let's take a break first, he slowly closed his eyes .

"I'm so tired...Jing Guang."

"...I'm here." Jing Guang's voice was rarely hoarse and sad. He looked at A Zhao who had his eyes tightly closed, and he couldn't say anything other than 'I'm here'.

I can neither persuade him not to be sad, nor can I express my condolences. They are brothers who are connected by blood. How can it be possible not to be sad?He also lost his family members, and he even suffered from aphasia because of it. He also experienced that kind of pain. How can he have the position to persuade others not to be sad?In my life, the palm of his arm gradually turned cold, just like the other party's current mood.

At the same time, the blood-sick Nishinomiya was almost dragged away by Conan to a safe place.

"Nishimiya! Hey! Minamoto! Are you okay!"

"I'm so tired." Nishinomiya Gen's black eyes were a little watery, and they were extremely fragile in the firelight of the night, "Red...blood..."

"Hey! You're not going to faint, are you... Yuan?!" Conan almost couldn't support his classmate who was more than 1.7 meters tall, so he tried his best not to let the thin-looking classmate Jun face hit the ground... ...Nishimiya fainted?Halo blood or ptsd?

"Sister Lan, brother Yuan passed out!"

Patus returned to her safe house, and after completing the anti-investigation, she lay down quietly. The great sadness that belonged to her body swept her, and she, who was already extremely sensitive to emotions, was forced to share the pain. Tired all the time, slowly closed his eyes.

Tsuruze withdrew all his consciousness, and he also wanted to take a good rest.

……

"Why hasn't Ah Zhao woke up yet?" Hagiwara rushed back from Kyoto. It has been a week. Ah Zhao is still in a nightmare and cannot wake up. There is no way.

Jing Guang took care of Ah Lin's funeral, because of the identity of the other party, even the funeral could not be held publicly, and only a few people who knew the situation were the ones who sent him off for the last time.

This is the fate of an undercover agent.

The double-faced undercover agent Zhu Fu Jingguang was in a heavy heart.

After Bourbon returned to the organization, he originally thought that he would be pissed off by the woman Patus, but the strange thing is that he didn't find that woman in the laboratory... Well, anyway, he can't resolve his anger now, Miyazawa Rin's That shot shattered the collar that bound him, allowing him to finally be free. Bourbon respected the other party's choice, but it didn't mean he wouldn't be angry or in pain.

Akira Miyazawa lost his brother!

How many undercover agents are sacrificed each year by the Public Security Bureau and Metropolitan Police Department? !

Did anyone listen to the last words of those people before they died?Is anyone restraining the bones?Even, is there a safe way to die?

"Mission completed." Bourbon texted Gin, "Glanway has betrayed and has been killed." He will not let the people in the organization know about A Zhao's existence.

Because of their incompetence, the little policeman lost his brother, Bourbon thought, he had to do something.

……

"Student Nishinomiya hasn't woken up yet?" Sonoko looked worriedly at the black-haired young man surrounded by white in the ward. It's only been a while, and he has already been admitted to the hospital twice! "Are you frightened by something so dangerous?"

"It's possible, but the doctor said that Yuan had a mental illness before, and it may have relapsed, which is why he couldn't wake up." Miss Lan put the fruit basket on the bedside table in the West Palace ward, "There is no one in his family... Fortunately, Mr. Subaru said that he would come over this afternoon to help take care of it."

"Mr. Subaru?" Sonoko was very interested in the boy's name that came out of Xiaolan's mouth, "Is it a new boy? What does he look like? Do you have any photos?"

"The garden..."

When Tsuruze woke up from the Nishinomiya vest, he heard Sonoko yelling for such a good-looking brother, I can do it, and begged Miss Lan to give him Mr. Subaru's contact information.

Nishinomiya: "..." He knew that Sonoko only had handsome eyes in his eyes!

——So Nishinomiya, reflect on why Sonoko doesn't see you!

Hungry QAQ

After a week of rest, he finally recovered from that trance, but he lay down for a long time, hungry!

And the three vests are hungry together!

hateful!

"Eh? Yuan, you're awake!" Xiao Lan finally felt the resentment in Mao Mao's eyes, "I'll call the doctor!"

"...Nishimiya, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the innocent eyes of her classmate, Sonoko also slowed down her voice, laughing to death, facing this guy, she couldn't afford that kind of nympho mentality at all—who would treat a fool I'm a nympho!

"……hungry."

Sonoko: "..."

Ah, I probably guessed it. After Nishinomiya was hungry, he looked at others with that kind of eyes.

On the other side, Ah Zhao also opened his eyes. The few people tacitly did not mention the dead person. Ah Zhao was discharged from the hospital and returned to work to handle the case. It was no different from before. He would still pick out carrots and feed him innocently. Jing Guang expressed his dislike for carrots, and would still quarrel with Matsuda from the third line, so that even police officer Megure knew that this bad guy Matsuda bullied his colleagues every day, and would still go shopping and have dinner with brother Hagiwara. Seriously being a cop.

"I'm a policeman." The little policeman buttoned his hat, the police badge on his chest was shining brightly in the sun, his blue eyes were covered by the shadow of the brim of the hat, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Even the policeman is an idiot!" Matsuda pressed his big hand on Azhao's head, took off the hat that the little policeman had just tidied up, and messed up the other's hair, which was simply too much.

He didn't know why he did this, probably, he just didn't want the other party's blue eyes to cast shadows. Those eyes should be as clear and bright as the wind-washed sky without dust.

"Damn Matsuda!"

A Zhao reached out to grab his hat, and the bandage was crookedly wrapped around the index finger of his left hand.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Matsuda frowned, "How could you get hurt?" Really careless, this guy, why can't he learn to take care of himself?

"Damn it!" Speaking of this, Ah Zhao became very angry!

"A screw fell off my desk!" The little policeman, who was not good at handling these things, could disassemble the gun flexibly, but he couldn't screw in a screw no matter what, and even stabbed his finger by the screw.

"Hahahaha, you're so mean." Matsuda complained, "In the future, we'd better find a professional guy for this kind of thing, such as that guy Jing Guang."

Azhao paused for a moment, some emotions surged in his eyes for a moment, but he firmly suppressed them again.

"You can't keep bothering others..."

"We are nothing else." Matsuda seemed to be very talkative at this time, and he didn't have the hateful spirit of bullying children.

However, within a few days, Ah Zhao disappeared.

Nothing was taken away, and nothing was left behind, except for a letter of resignation, a few words of farewell, nothing else, just disappeared from the sight of several 'parents'.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "...very good."

His worries came true.

Organizations may have already set their sights on Ah Zhao.However, for this guess, Bourbon thinks it is impossible. He and A Zhao are not very close, but he does not have Jing Guang's obedient child filter for A Zhao. He can see at a glance the stubbornness and madness behind that guy's well-behaved appearance. , almost exactly like his brother.

Tsk, I'm in trouble.

I hope that little brat won't really bump into him, organization, it's not that simple...

Three months later, Miyazawa Akira, who had almost changed his face, wore glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled and waved his hands, and as a mission assister, he introduced himself to the people who organized the action team——

"Ale, my name is Rin Tsuruzawa, and my code name is Negroni."

"It's the first time we meet, please give me some advice. You can call me whatever you want. You can also call me Ah Lin."

Bourbon: "?"

That white hair, those blue eyes, can they be more conspicuous?

A nameless anger ignited in his heart, but before it could be fully ignited, it was extinguished by the other party's eyes.

He remembered that Akira Miyazawa would never have such eyes. That little idiot would dodge his eyes with guilt when he called someone else's nickname, so he didn't have such a sense of oppression now. It was as cold as the Antarctic. solid ice.