Red and black camp simulation game

On the eighth day of his death, people held a farewell ceremony for him in a sunny day.

According to the entrustment left by Mr. Police Officer, his funeral did not follow common sense, but drastically cut off the wake on the eve of the farewell ceremony, and even the altar of ashes left after cremation on the first day was enshrined at home (or just It took seven days to prepare for the burial, and a large part of the public was extremely dissatisfied with this practice that could be called "blasphemy" of the police officer's heroic spirit and body, and then the Metropolitan Police Department protested A note was shown.

"If I die, I'll be buried on the eighth day, and the remaining seven days will serve as a buffer, so send me off with a smile."

It was the officer's last message.

So they spent the long seven days with regret and mourning, and on the eighth day, under the rising sun as usual, they changed into solemn black clothes and went to his funeral.

Hiroki Sawada was carefully arranging his bow tie in front of the mirror, and he was a little worried about what flowers to wear on his chest.

[How about the white rose?Mr. Fujiwara put a big bunch in Yuege's office. ] Noah's Ark in the headset suggested.

Brother that month.Hiroki froze for a moment, this was the first time he heard this name again in so many days after that desperate night.

Hiroki has always been a precocious child, which also means that he has more feelings about "life and death" than his peers.When his mother passed away, Hiroki was only seven or eight years old. He looked blankly at the pure black coffin, and ignorantly followed the adults to bury the strong and vigorous woman. Realize.

After being adopted by Syndora, his vision has become wider and wider. Until now, when facing the corpse, Hiroki can call the police while regretting the loss of life without changing his expression. It seems that his understanding of the word death stops here.

Until the police officer leaves too.

They met in Boston in the afternoon, and parted in Tokyo at night. The police officer pulled him out of the breathless control and pushed him into the sunny freedom, and finally went to death alone without hesitation, without leaving a trace of his back For him—Hiroki knew very well that he was just one of the countless lost souls that the police officer pulled up from the sinking, that person never felt that he was doing something worthy of boasting, because in his eyes, it was just an adaptation The ordinary action of his mind, for Hiroki, was an action that changed his fate.

As if he got some information from his pause, the familiar voice simulated by Noah's Ark brought a gentle smile: [He said he wanted everyone to meet him with a smile, Hiroki. ]

When the little boy came out of the room, he had already inserted a full and bright white rose on his chest, and the appearance of holding the earphones overlapped with someone for a moment, and he seriously warned the artificial intelligence he created.

"Don't do things that you will regret, Noah." Knowing that this cross-age AI has already had a growing emotional module, the developer's tone is serious, "He, that month brother will not want you to do this."

The AI, which has only a mind of a teenager, didn't reply.

The police officer himself has no religious beliefs, and several people at the same time decisively deleted the option of the traditional funeral ceremony. Since the burial on the eighth day is already extraordinary enough, no one objected this time.

"If that guy sees so many unknown people standing in front of his tombstone, he will definitely be very annoyed," said Matsuda Jinhei, sitting in the car with the urn and driving to the funeral venue, turning his head and looking at the black window. Glass said to You Shunran flatly, "It's enough for us to go."

In view of Chie's special status that month, he held a position in the Metropolitan Police Department and was also named in the Security Planning Division. After discussing with the mysterious chief through Matsumoto Kiyosaga, they decided that although they did not intentionally conceal it, they did not follow the public's petition. The location of the final burial is revealed, and the normal process of the funeral can continue.

Kaito Kuroba asked for leave and slipped out. He remembered that today was the day of the police officer's burial, and there was always a voice in his heart urging him to take a last look, so he changed into a solemn black suit and went to the police officer. After all, at the funeral of the police officer who had only met him twice.

In the past few months when he discovered his father's secret and became Kidd's second generation, the police officer he had the least acquaintance with was the one who left him the deepest impression on him, even if they even tried the few conversations ( He unilaterally), if you have to say it, Kaito Kuroba respects this police officer very much.

Tokyo is a big city, and crime is inevitable. He himself is Kaito Kidd, and dealing with the police is naturally indispensable in this situation. Generally, a lesson in cases like homicide and robbery can barely stay at the stage of knowing that there is such a department.

But he remembered that from a certain day when he was in elementary school, the media that only reported on the so-called detectives kept adding words of praise to a new policeman who had just graduated from the police academy at that time, even if he was a policeman. The elites of the Career group who passed the extremely difficult civil service exams are also very surprising.

The police officer has become a police officer who has been admired by thousands of people step by step by relying on the countless piles of cases he has cracked, his righteous style of never condoning crimes, his reasoning ability to see the truth at a glance, and his reassuring strength. 'Light of Metropolitan Police Department'.Kaito's impression of this person at the beginning was almost a deified urban legend, until he was caught by the police officer and his companions on the cruise ship, and witnessed the other party's wickedness towards criminals.

I have to say that after that, Kaito felt closer to the police officer. He also knew that the so-called absolute justice reports in the newspapers were all made up, but it was very true that he would not let the crime go unnoticed... The corners of his mouth under the mask twitched as he thought of the reports he had read in the 'Chijiang Police Officer Support Club'.

It's good that Officer Akjang isn't interested in him.The Phantom Thief, whose identity had been exposed from the very beginning, and who seemed to know his parents, thought happily.

One reason he came to the funeral was that he really respected this person, and the other was that he missed that day... The black-haired boy took a breath, and walked forward with the crowd of people with his expression unchanged. No matter men, women, young or old, his expressions are equally solemn and sad, so he only skillfully changes his hairstyle and takes the risk of using the real face of a high school student, but he is not so conspicuous.

Everyone here is here to attend the police officer's funeral. In fact, if it weren't for the waves of citizens who went to the Twin Towers where the police officer died to lay flowers in the previous week, and the Metropolitan Police Department deliberately controlled the flow of people, this venue would Not enough to stand at all, in fact, on his way here today, whether the destination was a funeral or not, people were wearing dark or black clothes, mourning the police officer in their own way.

——A policeman who has been solving crimes and saving people all the time for seven years, and a policeman who brought two hundred people back to life before his death, shouldn't he be respected?

Kaito's feelings are even deeper. These days, he always loses his mind and thinks, if he hadn't been smart enough to help hide his whereabouts at that time, or stopped the police officer in the exhibition hall on the roof, the other party would not have died. The thought was quickly dismissed by himself.

Now, combined with the detective's explanation of the police officer's behavior, the police officer's death is definitely not that simple. Even if he didn't intervene, a very capable police officer would do it himself, and if the other party planned his death, fight him quickly How could it be possible to hold back.

So he came here today with another purpose.

With a beautiful white lily pinned to his chest, the young man whose face was mostly covered by a peaked cap walked through the crowd to the family seat by the side of the altar, and there stood a little boy with his head hanging down.

Chi Jiang's savings that month were considerable, enough to support his friends to hold him a luxurious funeral of the highest standard. However, they passed the plan without hesitation. Among other things, that little devil looked gentle but they Don't you know the evil factor in this guy's bones? The police officer who always only has a small number of people in his eyes will not like this.

It's just that the altar is of course still the most expensive grade. In the words of Matsuda Jinpei, it means that the bastard's money is not for nothing.

Mao Lilan has been haggard a lot this week. She has always been a girl with strong feelings, not to mention that the police officer has known her elder brother since she was a child. In addition to being strong, it was more for the police officer's wish to let them send him off with a smile.

Surrounded by the children of the Boy Detective Team, Mao Lilan just watched them holding back their tears, and suddenly remembered the joke-like truth that her Brother Yue said once.

"My lover is this city."

The posthumous photo of the police officer is not black and white. The young man wearing a police uniform has a solemn look on it, but the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and his water-red eyes are calm, as if they can accommodate all the people and things reflected in them. It seems that no one will be reflected in it at all.

Mao Lilan knew how tolerant and gentle this elder brother was to them, and it was rare for him to show childish teasing. The glorious and reliable police officer had always been the elder she admired and trusted the most besides her parents. She also leaned on this tree Sleeping soundly under the big tree, until now, the tree fell down.

But she will stand up.

The girl held a large handful of white magnolias, and gently placed them on the side of the altar with full of reluctance.

It was her elder brother who cared about her, and she had to do something for him too.

The farewell ceremony took nearly an hour and a half to end. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when they took the black box and got into the car heading to the cemetery. , when the car drove through the downtown area, almost everyone spontaneously gave way for them, looking at the car carrying the police officer in silence.

At the same time, several people wanted to bury their friend and his parents in the same place, but this plan was not abolished until the mysterious chief stopped them, so they finally chose Qingshan Cemetery.

"Natsuki likes to enjoy cherry blossoms," Kenji Hagiwara smiled while standing in front of the black stone tablet, and explained to Onitsuka Hachizo beside him, "The cherry blossoms on the Aoyama side are very beautiful."

Cherry blossoms, the sparkling cherry blossoms on their chests.

The fact that he came to attend the funeral of one of his proudest students undoubtedly made Onizuka Hachizo look very unattractive. He had a straight face like seven years ago, but Hagiwara saw that his sideburns had grown A few white hairs.

"That month," the old instructor thought about the little boy 20 years ago who said he wanted to be 'Conan Doyle', "...he was an excellent policeman."

He is proud of his students.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stood quietly in front of the tombstone. In the end, he didn't pack up other relics, but just put the cherry blossom bookmark that was missing a petal into this tomb.

What he wanted to say should not be poured out to the cold stone tablet, he just looked at the gray and white lettering on the tablet with nostalgia.

"Tomb of Chijiang"

There is no biography or epitaph on the police officer's tombstone. Several people always feel that even they have no way to evaluate this man, no way to turn his magnificent 27 years into a few lines, so they just leave it there.

In front of the tomb, there were already a lot of flowers sent by other people they moved over, all of which were snow-white. Matsuda Zhenping, who was still wearing those sunglasses, frowned, and simply strode up to put the bouquet of flowers in his arms. In front of the friend monument.

It was a bouquet of Gypsophila and Birds of Paradise, and what stood out was their crimson color.

Like a handful of blood spilled on white snow.

The curly-haired young man stood in front of the grave with his back straight and a bag of food boxes in his left hand. Of course he still remembered the 'will' left by his friend seven years ago like a joke, as well as his stubbornness in wanting to fail his wish .

Stacking the Leaning Tower of Pisa with sweet curry is really too performance art, right?Matsuda Jinpei closed his eyes, thinking.Besides, this guy has a deep aversion to sweet curry. He has been watching it for seven years.

The bag was put down by Matsuda immediately, and he began to pile them into a small pyramid seriously—this is a shape he has practiced at home for a long time, and there will be no more requests.

"Don't worry aka, here are all the spicy curry that Hiro made early in the morning, your favorite flavor," Matsuda Jinpei said in the same tone as he usually jokes with his friends, "I'm not bad enough to lie to you , it’s better for you to enjoy sweet curry without blessing for the time being... I’ve been wanting to complain for a long time, you are obviously a sweet tooth lover, why don’t you like sweet curry?”

He paused, didn't wait for the answer to react, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, finally stood up and patted the tombstone twice: "The clothes fit you well, let's go, I'll see you on the next day off."

……

After they all left, the man who wrapped himself in black from head to toe came out from the corner and looked at the monument with a complicated expression.

Kuroda Hei didn't expect that brat to die before him. In the past seven years, he survived so many fatal scenes. How could he die in such an incident?

The nameless organization was wiped out the next day after his death. Those corrupt high-level officials who tried to blame him for the serial murder were dismissed from their posts and taken away for investigation in the past two days because of corruption and bribery. The crimes in Tokyo The rate soared rapidly in the first two days after his death, but these days it has almost dropped back to before his death...

"You shouldn't have found this place, Bourbon." Administrator Kuroda said to the person walking behind him in disguise without looking back.

The blond hair was tucked under the brim of the hat, the young man's eyes were black and blue, his lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't say anything in the end, he just lowered his head in embarrassment, looked at the flowers on the ground, and hugged himself for a long time He also placed it on the edge, and slowly turned around and left towards the back door of the cemetery.

After Jiang Gu Ling woke up that day, he was already in a certain base of the organization. When he turned on his mobile phone, the news of the police officer's death came overwhelming.

Does he have a fever?Otherwise, why do you feel top-heavy?Furuya Zero thought numbly.He was not unprepared for such an ending, but in the past, the face of the corpse in his imagination was usually his own.

As an undercover agent, Jiang Gu Ling was prepared to die at any time before he entered the organization. In the worst situation, he even thought about the death of Xiao Shuran, and hanging down from the light in the darkness, The only rope that could hold him was broken with a decisive attitude, and he couldn't resist at all.

He just felt that something pulled out half of his soul, and then stuffed it into the shredder, leaving only the other half in his body, still thinking and reviewing all the experiences of that night.

And the last words my friend said to me.

Jiang Gu Ling's back looks very resolute, he can't stop here, he has to help his friend complete those investigations, and find out the reason for his friend's voluntary death.

He is not in pain, because that half of Jiang Gu Ling has been torn away, and now he can only be 'Bourbon' and 'Amuro Toru'.

They wouldn't suffer the death of a police officer, only he would.

……

In a plain black Porsche parked in a hideout outside the cemetery.

"Is it your bad taste for me to watch them give you your funeral, 'self-sacrificing police officer'?"

The long-haired man sneered and leaned on the passenger seat: "Too boring."

"Don't say that, Gin," the young man in the backseat was pale and handsome, with a false, fluffy smile on his face, "Don't you think it's funny?"

"People, they don't understand each other at all, they see each other wrongly, but they regard each other as unique and close friends, they don't understand each other's true temperament all their lives, and when one party passes away, they still cry and chant eulogies for them."*

It was the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter, but the young man was wearing a long dark red scarf loosely around his neck, and his eyes were calm: "It was a good show."

Gin suddenly remembered eight days ago, the first meeting with the young man——and Kalua.