[Three Days, One Issue] Little Date's Flower

When Mr. Yiqi was found, he was in the studio with Mr. Sanriyue.

The canvas is about eight or nine feet wide, and the background is painted deep red. It seems to be a work to be exhibited at a school.

Seeing me running in a hurry, he was startled first, then moved away from the chair.

"Date-kun?"

"It's me, Mr. Yiqi. Yesterday, I accidentally knocked over the flower pot and saw the root of the flower, which seems to have some black spots. I would like to ask you to explain the reason, so as to judge whether it is necessary to save it."

"...the fungus did it. But the root itself isn't rotten, so keep your faith in him."

"Okay, then I'll observe for a while longer."

I nod.Mr. Sanriyue listened quietly beside him. After changing into the police uniform, he looked very elegant. Looking at that calm posture, for some reason, four words came to mind inexplicably: famous nobleman.

"Date-kun, have you ever read fairy tales—"

Before leaving, he asked.The fairy tale is called "Little Ida's Flowers". Of course I have read it. The flowers dance like people at night and say goodbye to their masters. It is a romantic fable.

"No, I don't read much. What do you mean?"

"A relationship between flowers and people. When I heard about growing flowers, I thought that many things would be much easier to solve if plants could talk to people. For example, the fire in Jiaodao—haha, I just don't know that miracles will happen in the world ?”

At a loss for words, I scratched my head pretending to be ignorant.

"However, wouldn't it be cruel for Hua to remind them of the fire? It's better not to."

Mikayue-kun smiled.

He said he was smiling, but he just bent his eyes in a polite arc of slight scrutiny, just like the cold moonlight shining through the interrogation room described in the novel.

Being looked at by that gaze, I couldn't help feeling that everything was exposed.

"Well, you and Yiqi are both artists."

In the end, he just turned his head to look at Mr. Yiqi and said this.

On the way to leave the campus and go to Hulupo, I kept thinking about the meaning of "du".There is no doubt that Sanriyue-kun must have known the secret between us and understood what Mr. Yiqi was trying to hide.But he didn't question, didn't investigate, just stayed by the gentleman's side, as if he was waiting for him to tell the truth himself.

Will Mr. Yiqi not notice?No, I think he must have noticed it, but he can't say it, and he doesn't want to say it.

The two seem to be playing a game of pushing palms.The hands are connected, but the heart is far away.The fire at the Fujiwara mansion not only destroyed the bodies, but also built a wall between them.The fire wall formed a circle, people inside couldn't get out, and people outside couldn't get in, as if there was no solution.

No, no, there is always a way.Just haven't found it yet.

At this time, I suddenly wanted to see the old man Kinoshita very eagerly, to see if he had written anything down, and to know the truth buried in the fire.

Yes - since then, I've only dabbled in it as fun, funny, irresponsible.It is to regard oneself as God, and proudly appreciate the pain of others as a bystander.It's a very despicable act.

But now, seeing those two companions buried in silence, even I can hardly remain indifferent.

What kind of past happened on Jiaodao that made Mr. Yiqi prefer to bear it alone and put the ground in prison, rather than handing over the criminal to the police so that he could be punished as he should?

Yes, yes, at this moment I am convinced that the Kinoshita family must be Mr. Fujiwara who made a mistake.He was judged to be dead by a coincidence, which made Mr. Yiqi see the opportunity to save his life, and finally took the risk.

The lights of Hulupo came on.The blossoms are in full bloom at sunset, stretching all the way to the sky.

Stepping on this ladder, I rushed to the flower of heaven.