Red and black camp simulation game

On May 5st, the fourth day of the death of the police officer, the adjutant stood at the door of the office with a large bouquet of flowers and habitually tapped three times.

No one responded, and he was stunned for a moment before he realized that his fingers resting on the door were stiff, and they fell down on the handle with a slight twist, and the closed door was pushed open by him without a sound.

This is the blocked office of Chijiang Nayue, the adjutant's boss who is respected by thousands of people. In memory of him, the Metropolitan Police Department did not vacate it. Everything in sight remains the same, like Chijiang Nayue Never left, just stood up temporarily to make a cup of coffee.

He has been Mr. Police Officer's deputy for six years. From Chijiang Police Department to Chijiang Police Station, the time seems to have passed in the blink of an eye. He even remembers the first sentence the police officer said to himself.

"Are you the one in charge of connecting with me? Then, please—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the black-haired young man with the smell of gunpowder closed his eyes and fell on the leather seat. He almost called out Ritsu Fujiwara, who was just a policeman who had just graduated. It is said that this officer is a very powerful person. Although he is not very old, he took the shortest time to stab the poisonous nest of the seniors who hated his teeth so much that he fell down before he finished speaking. Is it true? Was it too bad? !

So he rushed through several red lights before sending the young man to the local police hospital in Okinawa, where he anxiously walked around outside the ward waiting for the doctor to come out.

After a long time, the door was opened from the inside, and the solemn doctor stood in front of him.

It's over.Fujiwara Ritsu thought with a pale face.Is his public security career going to stop here?On the first day of the transfer, the chief was killed because of poor rescue...

The doctor asked seriously, "Hasn't this police officer had a good night's sleep for a long time?"

Ritsu Fujiwara: ...?

The doctor sighed: "He doesn't have any injuries on his body, it's just that he was forced to sleep due to exhaustion. If you send him a little later, he will almost wake up in the car."

As he spoke, he turned sideways, and exposed the young man on the hospital bed to Fujiwara's eyes.

"Okinawa is a place where foreign forces are mixed with good and bad people. It is a place that needs to be visited frequently," the police officer who just woke up said calmly, as if there was no such thing as falling asleep in front of his subordinates and being sent to the hospital. New topic, "Does Fujiwara-kun have any recommended hotels?"

He didn't know why, so he said in a strange way: "What do you think of this place?"

Hearing this, a young man with a pair of beautiful red eyes stared at him with a strange look for a long time, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"It's a good idea, you... why don't you come and be my direct subordinate."

The birdsong outside the window awakened the adjutant from his memories, and he suddenly found himself standing in front of the only desk with the bouquet of flowers in his arms.

In the past few days, the Metropolitan Police Department was almost flooded with bouquets of flowers from all over the country, but the adjutant brought not any of them. It was lifeless, and he had changed the flowers for the police officer's office for three days, and it happened to be the turn of this bouquet of white roses on the fourth day.

In terms of respect, of course adjutants respect their superiors extremely, but this respect is only limited to working hours.In fact, he worried about the other party's work and rest for six years, and even thought that if he was away for more than three days, he might see his boss who worked until he was in the hospital when he came back.

Not to mention that people like them who are going through water and fire can have no security. In almost every operation he has participated in, he can see the figure of his boss who is dressed in color and injured but has not flinched, let alone Chi Jiang. The adjutant of the police, he had already imagined countless times how a guy like himself, who only had perseverance, would die in the line of duty, but he never thought that the person who would sleep forever in a black box first would appear to be omnipotent boss.

Is such a person mortal?The adjutant still can't believe it until now. His most respected police officer Chijiang didn't die in a certain extermination plan or the enemy's revenge, but fell irretrievably on a moonlit night.But he clearly knew that this was regrettable and meaningful.

Because of the Twin Towers incident on May 5, 17 guests were trapped, and only 237 person died.

The adjutant pulled back his thoughts of running away, and after changing today's flowers, he took out a snow-white letter from his arms and placed it neatly beside the vase.

It was a letter of recommendation from Kiyomi Matsumoto that had not yet been sent.

"You think I can't see it? That brat is obviously more interested in the public security police... Forget it, the left and right sides have also become waste products." Matsumoto Kiyomachi, who spent more than a month preparing this gift, looks quite old Years old, he looked out the window and said in a calm voice, "You better throw it away for me."

They were all caught off guard by this death.

When the adjutant walked out of the office, he looked up inadvertently, and seemed to see the familiar figure sitting at the desk frowning and processing documents, but the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the empty seat and the splashed water. A room full of sunshine.

When the door closed, there was only a soft muffled sound, as if a rift had been completely opened between him and the police officer. From then on, there was no 'Adjutant Fujiwara', only Officer Fujiwara who walked down with that person's wish on his back.

When the dust settles, so does their story.

—

Date looked out the window, but the city center at two o'clock in the morning was still full of brilliance. Large and small neon lights illuminated the night sky of Tokyo. From the perspective of his relatively high apartment, he could just see the street scene at a glance. Undoubtedly, those star lights slowly converge into a river in the city, and their shapes can be pieced together from a higher place-this is a bright light that will not be extinguished, and it is also a wide and bright road.

A way home.

His friend died three days ago. On the night after the police officer’s obituary was issued by the Metropolitan Police Department, no matter whether it was official or private, no matter whether it was a shopping mall or a residential building, everyone turned on their lights at the same time, making Tokyo a real city that never sleeps. For three days.

Just because they know that there is a person who will never see the lights of thousands of families light up with their own eyes, and will never watch for them again. The person who was as bright as the sun and the moon died in the dark night, and it is their turn to mourn for him this time, It was their turn to light the way home for him.

Datehang was unprepared for Chijiang's death in that month. Unlike other friends who had less heavy tasks, he ran to four crime scenes that day in the first search class, knowing that Chijiang escaped from the hospital in that month. It was the morning of the 17th.

He missed too much, and even because he stayed in the Metropolitan Police Department to search for the young man's footprints, he finally missed the setting of the sun, the death of a star, and the last chance to talk to his friend of seven years.

Regarding Chijiang's death that month, Datehang didn't have much sense of reality, even though he had watched the last video countless times for the case in the past few days, but the thin screen between his friend and him was separated. But he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

Is the death of the police officer enthusiastic?Is it willing?He hardly felt it at all, he only knew that at least for him, it was a cold and painful obituary, the black and white words marking the end of a living person's life.

Unlike other people who faced Chijiang's death that month, Yi Dahang did not refuse to accept the reality. He just accepted the leave note from his superiors with a wry smile, and went back to the police academy alone—the building that held a group of six people. The utopia of one month's youth.

The cherry blossoms have long withered.He looked at the tree trunk in a daze, and what flashed in his mind was the group photo taken by six people under the tree when they graduated. The cherry blossoms will bloom again next year, but the person in the photo will never come back.

It was only then that Datehang discovered that their last group photo was still in the police academy period. The sun was just right that year, and a group of young people who were striding towards the future stood under the cherry blossom trees and laughed heartily. At that time, there were still many young people in them. Frivolous, even if you get hit on the road you choose, you don't think it's a big deal. How can there be a hurdle that a young man can't overcome?

He accepted that Chijiang died the fastest that month, but Takagi was even more unbelievable than him, and carefully sent a text message of condolences.

But Datehang was thinking, what is there for him to be consoled, since he didn't see the scene where his friend tried to commit suicide, and he missed the last 11 seconds of his friend's life. Could the belated mourning bring the great detective back to life?

When it comes to the degree of pain, Yi Dahang is no different than the others. They have seven years of time with each other, 2556 days and nights. Chi Jiang’s death that month made him lean against the window at night and stare at the flow of light in a daze. It's just that besides sadness, there are more important things for him to do.

"I'll leave it to you to keep an eye on those idiots, Brother Hang, I wish you a happy wedding!"

Said the audio that Detective Boy sent to his phone.

Sure enough, a little bastard.

—

On the second day after the sun went down, Zhu Fu Jingguang began to pack things in his friend's room.

He was not wearing a disguise mask, and he was sitting on the bed in his most authentic appearance at the moment, flipping through the books on his knees. The quilt that had just been dried in the morning was soft and fluffy, making Zhu Fu Jingguang a little subconsciously in a trance , In this silent room, there was only the sound of his shallow breathing and the rustling of the pages turning, but he felt that there seemed to be a clear and smiling voice.

"If you are bored during the day, you can try to make the dishes in that cookbook, just as a meal for Jinpei sauce and Hagi, or... I guess you prefer to read in the sun in my bedroom? There is the best lighting The room, the important part of the bedroom will be left to Jing Jun and you to protect it, remember, curly hair and idiot—"

"...No entry." Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head helplessly and smiled as he continued the second half of the sentence. After all, he was no stranger to this sentence, and his friend had used the same rhetoric from seven years ago to now.

Edogawa Conan was entrusted by someone to send him this recording. Zhu Fu Jingguang accepted it with a smile in the morning, and sat in this room with a book in his arms in the afternoon.

He should have sorted out Chijiang's relics that month, but he didn't; he should have calmed down and read a book, but he didn't, as if he just sat here and completed some task, and Zhu Fujingguang couldn't read a single word of the novel in his hand.

He was recalling the death of Chijiang that month, the black-haired and red-eyed police officer died over and over again in his dreams and eyes during this day and night plus one morning, including but not limited to committing suicide, shooting himself in the head, Hanging dangling from the ceiling... and jumping happily towards the window, either way, the police officer always has a smile on his face, like he's not heading for a silent death , but a grand and beautiful banquet.

Yesterday's Zhu Fu Jingguang would try to stop it, but today he gave up, because if he really did that again, the psychiatrist that Kenji Hagiwara had made an appointment with someone in advance might give him up.

What's more, every Chijiang will suddenly disperse with a "puchi" at the end of that month, until he looks away, and at the next landing point, he can see the brand new police officer continue to try the new suicide method of human limit with a smile It was weird, but Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't care that much, he would just sneak a glance, subconsciously thinking if this was reality, would the blood shed like this stain the bedroom floor.

He knew that he was in a bad state. Years of vigilance as an undercover agent and his quality as a policeman were always urging him to face up to the reality and not to slide into the abyss. But who could reject a living phantom so decisively at this time? Zhu Fu Jing Guang sighed, at the very least, let him look at that month one more time, right?When it's all over, he'll go to therapy on his own.

He has only returned to the light for more than half a month, but he has lost more than when he was crawling in the dark.

At this moment, Zhu Fu Jingguang thinks back to the fake death planned by his friend, and he is only full of fear and regret. After exchanging those strange dreams with Matsuda and the two of them, although there are more things that are confusing, I didn't understand them before. On the contrary, those things became clear. The Chianti bullet may have really passed through the head of his friend, taking that life where he could not see it.

He didn't know how he did it that month, even if he could 'resurrect from the dead' unreasonably, wouldn't it hurt?Why didn't I crawl out of the fire this time, and then laughed at them and said, "Are you crying? I just played a bungee jump, and I was joking with you."

...Maybe the dream is just a dream, or maybe not, it doesn't matter now, all they have to do now is to investigate the truth of their friend's 'voluntary' death.

Who told the young man they wanted to settle accounts and ask the truth to have gone to sleep forever.

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't have the illusion of diverting and diverting his eyes, he was being attracted by something that suddenly fell from the pages of the book.

It was a pink flower-petal bookmark. When a friend gave it to him, it was a rare six-petal bookmark, but a small petal was torn off in front of him by that month.

"Cherry blossoms are really beautiful with five petals."

No, the six petals are obviously the most beautiful.Zhu Fu Jingguang squeezed the space between his brows, and when he put the bookmark back, he saw the last sentence of the novel he took out at random.

[If you have a chance, please put some flowers on Algernon's grave in the backyard. 】

Still don't need to pack up the relics, that month probably doesn't like her things being rummaged.He closed the book and thought to himself.

—

They sent off their friends six hours ago, and it is now four o'clock in the morning of May 5th, Tokyo time.

Chijiang died too hastily that month, as if not long ago they were still laughing and arguing with each other at the festival, and in a blink of an eye that little devil who could calm Matsuda with one mouth and was eager to fight, turned into a handful of ashes that he couldn't hold .

Because the subsequent collapse of the contact bridge caused a chain explosion of bombs that had not been dismantled, all the people who were originally downstairs were evacuated, and the scorching flames were burning vigorously. Only the firefighters were still fully armed and trying to put out the fire. Forcibly held down by the helpless young boy, he could only stand a little farther downstairs and watch the young man fluttering down from the sky, and finally fell heavily into the sea of ​​flames where he could not see, leaving them with only one A tattered charred corpse.

What Matsuda Jinpei used to fear the most was receiving the obituary of Young Shunran one day, but who would have thought that it would be Chie Nayue who would get it in the end?

He seems to have just come out of a nightmare, and he is about to enter the next one in a daze. If Hagi hadn't grabbed him forcefully, maybe there would be another one next to the obituary of "Akae Nayue" in today's newspaper Poor little board for criticizing a certain DOD cop who's dazed and willing to kill himself.

Matsuda Jinhei sat in a daze in the small attic on the roof. His clothes had been changed to black since last night, and then he went back to the Metropolitan Police Department non-stop to deal with the following matters. He didn't finish everything until early morning. Without saying anything, I crawled to this place without saying a word, and sat alone for an hour.

Chijiang celebrated his birthday here last year last year, and brought a group of big men to watch the sunrise by the small window of the attic. Matsuda Jinpei scolded him for being mentally ill, and he was punched by three other people. Sanctioned by force, forcibly pressed in the 'best viewing position'.

"I'm giving you the sunrise, Jinping-kun." Last year's Chijiang Nayue smiled slyly, and his serious tone failed later, "How is it, isn't it very touching?"

Matsuda was fed the dog with the slightest touch that he should have been moved by him, and rolled his eyes angrily and hummed twice in response.

"Oh, I thought it would be great to give me the starry sky." Kenji Hagiwara said intentionally.

"And my 'sunset'." The squad leader added without hesitation.

It ended with the two aggressively running to the gym for another fight.

Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei twitched the corner of his mouth.

He was thinking, why the little bastard Chijiang died so easily, so relentlessly, so...irreversible that month.

On the night of the ceremony, he should have punched him a few more times, so that this guy didn't even have the strength to escape from the ICU.

In the final analysis, the most important thing Matsuda should do now is to find A, find out the reason why Chijiang tried to "suicide" that month, bring those who should be arrested to justice, and those who should be scolded should step on the grave and scold them severely.

But he doesn't want to do it now, he just wants to find a mirror and scold himself first.

If he didn't leave that morning, could he have brought his friend back to this world? If he ran faster last night, could he have punched the police officer and tied him up?

There is no such thing as if, but he is deceiving himself and others.

When Matsuda Jinpei was still dizzy under the Petronas Twin Towers, a piece of paper was stuffed by the little detective. The extremely pale child stubbornly delivered the note, and was taken away by the ambulance before he could say a word. , He looked down, and there was an address written on it in familiar handwriting. Matsuda remembered a certain safe house in Chijiang that month.

He went there with the worried Hagiwara companion, and finally found a cardboard box from the unlocked safe room, containing a neatly pressed and handsome black suit.

"Send your birthday present in advance, you're welcome."

As he was wearing this dress, Matsuda Jinpei looked out the window in silence.

The sun has risen.

Sitting against the wall under the attic that he didn't see was Hagiwara Kenji, the young man who was calm and calm in front of everyone seemed to be finally able to take off his disguise, and lit a cigarette for himself with trembling hands.

Hagiwara's perception has always been keen, and he knows that something has been killed before the summer comes—whose self is it, or is it a free soul?Funny how all he was left with in the end was that tattered shell.

He knew that death dragged his friend down like a swamp, a hotbed of dead leaves and rotting leaves that couldn't wait to swallow a star for nothing.

He knew that death was always with them, but he never thought it would be so close and so fast.

Thinking of the psychiatrist he had made an appointment with, Kenji Hagiwara laughed at himself, maybe Xiao Nayue didn't think about going with them at that time.

This friend can always make promises and promises in the most sincere and sincere tone, and finally break them regardless.

"Hagi-kun, next time you dare to defuse bombs as you like without wearing an explosion-proof suit, be careful to be beaten up by Jinpei-kun?"

This is a regular email that Hagiwara received a few minutes ago, and the sender is "Xiao Nazuki".

He really lost to him, isn't he doomed to die from the very beginning, that's why he left such a 'last word'?

The title of 'the best at sensing other people's emotional changes' is really useless, Hagiwara thought.How could I not realize it until that person died.

Failure, an unprecedented failure... really lost to him.

—

Chi Jiang sat on the sofa on the morning of the 17th that month and thought for a long time. He had to do something on the last day.

What's good?

He thought of the friends he hadn't said goodbye to, the child who had made an agreement with him, and the little detective who still subconsciously relied on him.

It’s decided, as for the parting gift, let’s do it——

So he hummed a song and recorded a few voices, some set the timer, some saved in a USB flash drive, and went to the suit shop again to ask for a birthday gift he had customized a few months in advance, and put a big big on the box bows.

And finally use death to teach the little detective a lesson... By the way, I can put a USB flash drive and a small note in his pocket—hope it won't be broken.Think that month.He has no backup.

This feeling of preparing for his own funeral has to be said to be wonderful, so wonderful that he was still thinking about it when he dialed the call from Belmode.

"Wouldn't it be too hasty to give a recipe as a parting gift?"

The topkiller on the opposite side hung up the phone decisively without saying a word.