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Tsukishiro Reiji was flustered for a moment, he didn't expect that his brother would find out just by meeting him.

"Uh," he hesitated for a while, unable to find a more gentle way of saying it, and drooped his head, "Male, boyfriend."

Very hopeless and guilty.

it is as expected.

Yuecheng Snow Rabbit took a deep breath, and slowly squeezed out a few words: "I see."

The younger brother who is like Xiaodouding in memory has also reached the stage of falling in love in a blink of an eye...

Momoya Kinomoto felt the same way about Yukito's expression of having to accept it.

He put himself in his sister's shoes and thought of a brat next to his sister——Oops, his fist is hard!

Putting a bottle of ice soda in front of Yukito, Momoya Kinomoto patted him on the shoulder.

There is no way, the younger siblings have grown up and have to accept it.

"Dazai-kun is the mafia?" Yuecheng Xuetu asked with a frown.

"Former Mafia!" Reiji Tsukishiro replied immediately, emphatically, "now working for a detective agency."

Seeing his younger brother wanting to engrave the words "already conscientious" on his face, the corners of Xuetu's mouth twitched. He didn't say anything, so he covered it up.

"I don't mean to object." Xuetu said helplessly, "But you will stay at home for a few days."

Tsukishiro Reiji nodded, he actually had a question, how did Snow Rabbit find out about his relationship with Dazai?

"Obviously." Momoya Kinomoto gave him a can of strawberry milk. Tsukishiro Reiji was not there, and the strawberry milk at home was about to expire.

"?" Reiji Tsukishiro turned his head in doubt.

"Your confusion is written all over your face." Kinomoto Momoya shrugged and explained, "About how we found out—let's call it a couple atmosphere?"

Even Toya-san...?

But he and Dazai dated only for one day, or two days?Is there really a so-called couple air?

Tsukishiro Reiji thought tangledly.

"In short, the past two days..." Momoya Kinomoto glanced at the expressionless snow rabbit, and mouthed to him in a blind spot: You coax the snow rabbit.

Tsukishiro Reiji nodded slightly.

During the short vacation, he behaved like a quail, didn't go anywhere, and ordered many weird and cute things for Snow Rabbit.

"Can this cup hold a sip of water?" Yuecheng Snow Rabbit held up a cup in the shape of an ultra-small Easter stone statue, and lifted the lid of the cup made of a stone statue's skull, with an indescribable expression.

"It's cute, don't you think, brother?" Reiji Tsukishiro poured a capped bottle of mineral water, eager to pour it into the cup.

"Shiwan?" Momoya Kinomoto came out of the kitchen and took off his apron, "It's quite chic, I'll play with it later, let's eat first."

Sitting in front of the hot meal, Reiji Tsukishiro remembered that he and Osamu Dazai seem to have been ordering takeaway?

Ah, this one must be kept secret from my brother.

In the recent records of the chat software, the first few entries are all lunches and dinners taken by Osamu Dazai, and they are almost all the restaurants he is used to.

If it wasn't for Reiji Tsukishiro's reminder, he doubted that Dazai would sleep until the afternoon and order a meal after he was hungry until the evening.

In addition, Tsukishiro Reiji's contact intelligence office and hacker sent him a message.

He asked the other party to help locate the whereabouts of his previous mobile phone.

I thought it wouldn't take long, but I didn't expect the hacker to tell Reiji Tsukishiro that the traces of the mobile phone were cleaned up very cleanly, and it could only be found that it finally appeared in Tokyo.

The intelligence house said it was helpless.

The trail is broken.

In an instant, countless conspiracy theories flashed through Tsukishiro Reiji's mind, what is there to check on his mobile phone?Winery or Police Department?

When he was planning to continue tracking, he received a message from Matsuda Jinpei asking him to meet tomorrow.

Out of caution, Matsuda Jinpei was transferred to another hospital the next day.

It turned out that Tsukishiro Reiji's concerns were correct, and the nurse inadvertently mentioned that someone had inquired about Matsuda Jinpei's situation.

After lying down for two days after being transferred to another hospital, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't lie down anymore.

I didn't hurt my foot, and the injury was not serious. I called Kurodabei five or six times to report, and was finally approved to be discharged from the hospital.

"Brother, I'll go find Zhenping." Yuecheng Reiji greeted Xuetu, picked up the scarf and wrapped it around his neck casually a few times.

The wind was not too small, and within a few steps, the lower half of his face was buried in the warm scarf.

coffee shop.

Reiji Tsukishiro arrived earlier, and saw from afar the corner of Matsuda's trench coat fluttering in the wind, holding a piece of cigarette in his mouth, the soot was crushed by the strong wind and scattered away.

It's cool, but with a bandage on the arm, it instantly adds a touch of humor.

Seeing the person sitting by the window, Matsuda Jinhei twitched off the remaining half of the cigarette, and lightly raised his chin at Tsukishiro Reiji.

Hmm... still super cool.Tsukishiro Reiji bent his eyes at him.

When Matsuda Jinpei walked up to Tsukishiro Reiji, there was only a faint smell of nicotine left on his clothes.

"Zhenping." Tsukishiro Reiji greeted, "Have you returned to the team yet?"

"Well, the police station has been so busy these two days." Matsuda Zhenping replied.

As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, he couldn't wait to go back to the police station to join the zero team. Compared with Tsukishiro Reiji, he now knows the situation of Fuguya Rei more clearly. The other party can be said to be dancing on the tip of a knife.

"What about you?" Matsuda Jinhei glanced at the receipt, Tsukishiro Reiji ordered him a latte.

"The school gave me three days off, and I stayed at my brother's house for these two days."

Inadvertently, Reiji Tsukishiro stirred the coffee with a small silver spoon, and forgot that there were garlands for a while, and the cute puppy patterns were mixed together.

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the muddy milk, thought of what he was going to say next, and pursed his lips that were dry by the wind.

"A long time ago, Kenji suggested that I make it clear," Matsuda Jinhei scratched his curly hair, and rarely beat around the bush, "but I always thought that a formal occasion was needed..."

As Matsuda Jinhei spoke, gasping for breath, Tsukishiro Reiji's heartbeat also rose and fell.

Sensing that Matsuda Jinpei was going to say something very important, he held the small silver spoon as if he was firmly holding onto a ring on a tram, refusing to let go.

"On the day of the explosion," the coffee was served, and Matsuda Jinhei took it. The latte on the latte was a white love heart.

"I judge that my chances of surviving are not high, after all, the end of the well is almost at the innermost side of the Metropolitan Police Department building."

The highest safety factor also means that once an accident occurs, it is the most difficult to escape.

Heard that he was rescued from a minor injury because Kuroda Hei resisted all opinions and demanded that he be rescued first. The first thing Matsuda Jinhei did when he was discharged from the hospital was to thank him.

"After doing what I can, I will send you a message," after a long preparation, Matsuda Jinpei finally had to talk about this matter.

"The Metropolitan Police Department sent my mobile phone back, and there is no information about Jinpei in it, so I wonder if it is in the previous mobile phone." Seeing Matsuda Jinpei nodding slightly, Tsukishiro Reiji continued, "I am asking for help. Some gray channels can only confirm that it last appeared in Tokyo."

Tsukishiro Reiji's words made Matsuda Jinpei relax a little bit, which proved that at least he was not an isolated island, and the other party was also trying to get close to him.

Today there are no bouquets, no surprises, nothing that Matsuda Jinpei expected, but after experiencing the rest of his life, he understands that the form is not the most important thing, what is more important is the courage to speak and the other party's thoughts.

"I like you.Matsuda Jinpei murmured in his heart, like a rehearsal before the official confession, and also like facing the final judgment.

Tsukishiro Reiji moved his shoulders stiffly and embarrassingly, the loose scarf slid down along the line of the shoulder blades and hung down on his chest.

The store turned on the heating and air conditioning, so he simply took off the scarf.

Matsuda Jinpei casually glanced at the part of his exposed neck, and suddenly, his eyes were fixed somewhere.

On the fair skin, a few touches of light red showed his existence, like a mark, warning all those who coveted it.

Of course he would not admit that it was a hickey.

Suddenly, all voices disappeared.

The brain was unable to analyze any information ingested, and the blood hit the blood vessels, rumbling, blocking Matsuda Jinhei's hearing.

He stared almost out of focus at the light blue pupils that were close at hand.

"Kenji is right occasionally." Matsuda Jinhei tried to pull a natural smile, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be heavy, "It should have been earlier."

Maybe his expression was ridiculously contorted.Matsuda Jinpei thought.

The only thing he can do is to rely on black pupils to capture light-sensing information, and even the visual center temporarily loses the ability to integrate information, so that the picture is almost blurred.

Matsuda Jinhei almost forgot to breathe, but immediately, icy air poured into the trachea, creating the illusion of being burned.

The phantom pain pulled him into reality.

He found out very clearly that it was already too late.

"Huh?" Tsukishiro Reiji didn't know why Matsuda Jinpei suddenly changed the subject, "Jinpei, you're short,"

"Zero said something interesting." Matsuda Jinpei interrupted him unexpectedly, and Tsukishiro Reiji was really attracted by his poor excuse.

"Amuro?" Tsukishiro Reiji was quite surprised, so the text message told about Toru Amuro?

"Zero told me before, let's call it an urban legend?" Matsuda Jinhei pretended to be relaxed, and his lips were unconsciously pursed into a straight line.

He couldn't help himself from looking at the very light red on Yuecheng Reiji's neck and shoulders.

Matsuda Jinpei took out a five-yen coin from his wallet.

"He heard from the information dealer that if you make a wish, a god will respond to you, and the price is five yen?" He maintained a brisk tone.

The shiny silver coin rolled and twirled nimbly between Matsuda Jinpei's unshot fingers.

Undoubtedly, Toru Amuro was talking about Yato, and Reiji Tsukishiro took out the same five-yen coin: "Maybe it's not an urban legend?"

"What wish did Jinhei make? If the wish is too excessive, the gods may not agree." The small shrine at home is well enshrined, and he has also developed the habit of carrying a few coins with him.

The warm light used to create the atmosphere above his head was projected into Reiji Tsukishiro's eyes, causing fine ripples. Matsuda Jinpei stared at him deeply, trying to scoop up the starlight from the lake, but was doomed to find nothing.

"Wish..." He didn't know what to say, but simply followed the words.

If nothing happened to the Ferris wheel that day, would you be with me?

However, no if.

"Zero finished his mission early and came back? That guy Zero has become watertight now, I really should show Kenji what he looks like now." Matsuda Jinhei wanted to ask a lot, but he could only chat about unnutritious topics repeatedly.

"It's a bit difficult." Tsukishiro Reiji thought distressedly, the strike against the organization is a long-term front, and although the situation is good now, Amuro Toru will not be able to finish his undercover mission for a while.

I don't know how the time passed.

After sloppy drinking a cup of coffee, Matsuda Jinpei got up first.

When he opened the store door, he said habitually, "Shall I take you home?"

"Ah," a short syllable came out of Matsuda Jinpei's throat, and he laughed at himself, "It should not be my turn now."

The wind chimes hit the glass, jingling, crisp and cheerful.

"I didn't catch what Zhenping said." Tsukishiro Reiji turned his eyes away from a bird, and looked at him suspiciously.

"No, nothing." Matsuda Jinping lowered his eyes, "Let's go."

"I still have something to do, so I won't see you off." Matsuda Jinhei took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it between his fingers and did not light it.

"Be careful on the road, pay attention to rest, and don't be too tired." Tsukishiro Reiji walked to the other side of the street and waved to him.

Clenching teeth lightly, holding the filter of the cigarette, Matsuda Jinhei touched the lighter twice before touching it.

No, it didn't ignite.

Cha, the gust of wind blew out the flames.

The third time, it didn't light up.

He flicked the lighter irritably,

Chacha, a handful of small flames finally burst out, lighting the cigarette tremblingly.

The nicotine burns, and the rich flavor of tobacco rushes through the lackluster filter and rushes into his mouth, with a bitter taste.

Not reconciled, the self who didn't confess earlier.

Temporarily retreating myself, not reconciled.

But Matsuda Jinpei couldn't do anything to step in as a third party.

Putting the lighter back into his pocket, his fingers touched the cold metal.

It's the five-yen coin.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at it for a while, put the coin on the thumbnail, and with a little force, the coin spun and flew into the blue sky.

If there really is a god of wishing, he just wants to ask, if he can do it all over again, will he be the one who confesses first, will there be a chance?

"I heard your wish."

In Matsuda Jinpei's astonished sight, a hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the soaring coin.

The god in dark sportswear landed lightly on the ground.