In Japan, where the average height of men is only around 170cm, Hojo Natsuki (180cm) can definitely be considered tall.
He is a greenhorn who is prone to illness, but his combat power is 5 points, which is higher than that of most ordinary men; he belongs to the Mafia, although he sits in the office every day to deal with messy administrative affairs and basically does not follow the action group, which is no different from the civilian officials of the Special Ability Department... But he is still a gangster.
So, it was natural for Chief Mori to have some first impressions that were somewhat inconsistent with the facts.
Mori Ogai: "Is he younger than you?"
Hojo Natsuki: "She should be considered a few years older than me..."
Mori Ogai: “Is he a person with special abilities?”
Xia Shu decisively denied: "No, an ordinary person."
Mori Ogai: "How did you meet?"
Xia Shu: "Keep it a secret."
Mori Ogai: Thoughtful.JPG
Soon, Chief Mori became more certain of his guess about the "cute boy of about 170cm", and this "cute boy" was an ordinary person who had nothing to do with the Mafia, so Hojo Natsuki was unwilling to reveal more, and smiled slightly: "Then I won't ask any more, go back to work."
“… When you gossip, you don’t think you’re taking up work time.” Hojo Natsuki complained.
He turned and left the chief's office. He felt that Mr. Mori had some strange misunderstanding about Kurosawa Jin, but since this man always spoke in a riddle-like tone, he did not think about it any more.
After get off work, Hojo Natsuki returned to Beika Town.
It was not surprising to find a silver-haired man sitting on the sofa, holding a laptop in his hand, with a casual posture, and no intention of explaining why he suddenly appeared in someone else's house.
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
Hojo Natsuki: "...Why are you here?"
Without even raising his head, Kurosawa asked, "Why not?"
This person is naturally not straightforward when he speaks, and his tone is cold and indifferent, without considering the cause and effect, as if someone else has done something wrong and is being questioned by him.
Hojo Natsuki was very unhappy, thinking that even though he had come to him on his own initiative, his attitude was still so bad.
He didn't say anything either. He fell on the sofa, turned on his phone, and patrolled the toy factory online.
It turned out that Kurosawa Jin was doing something behind his back.
System: [Because you are in a cold war with [Qinwa], Gua is angry at [Zero Cat] and [Jing Wang]! ]
System: [Gua suddenly got angry and decided to torture cats and dogs! Cat lovers and the Dog Protection Association strongly condemned! [Click to view surveillance replay]]
Hojo Natsuki: “????”
He had a bad feeling and reviewed the surveillance footage.
The Porsche tricycle, which originally only had Qinwa sitting on it, now had a cat and a dog. Small cushions stretched out from the left and right sides of the tricycle, like a pair of wings, and Lingmiao and Jingwang sat on Qinwa's left and right.
Obviously, this is an overloaded picture, reminiscent of some incredible Indian multi-person motorcycle show.
The green cat and the green dog had handcuffs on their paws, their limbs were restrained, and they struggled hard, like a bunch of crazy celery infecting rabies to a mad lettuce. The two cats and dogs twisted their bodies and tried to run away.
They speak righteously and never admit that they are the organization's traitors.
[Zero Cat]: Gin, what do you mean
[Jing Wang]: Even if you suspect we are undercover agents, you still have to provide evidence.
Zero Cat provoked: [Or are you relying on your special relationship with that gentleman to deliberately label us as traitors, and actually want to unite with our party and attack those who are different from us? ]
The frog had a blank expression on its face and ignored the celery and lettuce beside it, and it became murderous.
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
He remembered that the [Employee List] panel did not indicate the undercover identities of the employees, only their current status, approximate location, job position, and contribution to the organization in the most recent quarter.
Kurosawa couldn't be sure that Bourbon Scotland was the real undercover, but he had doubts about them, and he noticed the subtle difference in the species settings in the game... New and old grudges were settled together, and the two unlucky public security traitors were
Arrested on the spot.
It happened a few hours ago, and we haven't had time to do anything to the cats and dogs yet. We just locked them in the confinement room and let them think about their whereabouts.
"Why did you arrest Bourbon and Scotland?" he asked, a little puzzled. "They also want-"
Work part-time, do assignments, study for a master's degree, publish SCI—
Kurosawa Jin said, "They are rats."
Of course Hojo Natsuki knew.
40% of the employees of the Frog Organization are rats. They have carried guns for the organization, gone into the sea for the organization, and been undercover. It is the rat bosses who work diligently to steal the secret recipe of the silver bullet that hold up this sky.
What's wrong with the mouse? The harder you work, the luckier you are. A hard-working mouse is a frog!
"That's not the point." Hojo Natsuki refuted righteously, "Let's talk about the facts. They are highly contributing employees. Their surplus value should be squeezed to the extreme without harming the interests of the organization."
Kurosawa interrupted coldly: "Why, you can't bear to let go?"
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
It starts again, it starts again!
He was speechless for several seconds before he said, "Why do you think so? Are you doubting me again?"
"I really don't understand why you would lower yourself to compare yourself to something that is completely unnecessary."
This wasn't the first time this had happened. Hojo Natsuki was getting more and more annoyed as he spoke, his voice becoming dull. "They are game characters, but you are not. Just like I played with sand on the beach for a long time and built a sand castle carefully. If you suddenly came over and destroyed my castle at will, I would definitely be unhappy. Am I a person without temper? How could you do this?"
When he really showed his unhappiness, it was often Kurosawa Jin who compromised.
The silver-haired man nodded and said calmly: "I won't touch them."
Natsuki: "Really?"
Kurosawa: “… Yeah.”
Natsuki: "Let it go now."
Kurosawa: “…”
There was a hint of anger in the other person, but he was controlling himself very well. He took out his cell phone to edit a text message and put it down half a minute later.
Hojo Natsuki knew that he would not lie to her about such a small matter, so she continued, "I haven't finished yet. Not only did you destroy my castle, but you also forced me to choose between the castle and you. What's the point of choosing? Anyone with a discerning eye knows the answer, and I've told you many times."
He felt a little aggrieved and emphasized it again seriously, "I have never crossed the line with anyone. Please don't think of me like this anymore."
Kurosawa raised his chin and bent closer.
The breathing of the two people was like invisible lines, closely connected and entangled with each other.
Slowly, in Hojo Natsuki's vision, only his pair of cold and gloomy green eyes remained. These eyes were fixed on him, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, swimming on his skin like a substance, slippery and ominous.
Kurosawa looked him over from head to toe, nodded, and said slowly, "I know."
The other party smiled, revealing his white canine teeth. That was Gin's cold expression, and the fake smile only stopped at the corners of his mouth.
"—if he had, he wouldn't be alive now."
Hojo Natsuki asked: "Then why did you..."
"I can not endure."
Kurosawa Jin stared at him intently, "Even a little bit."
—Can’t stand you projecting your attention onto others.
Even if it's just a tiny, insignificant amount.
Hojo Natsuki understood the incoherent statement.
He couldn't tell how he felt. The remaining half of his logical defense and powerful accusation was stuck in his throat.
After a long time, he became even more depressed and said, "You are hopeless."
Kurosawa: “Yeah.”
"You're going too far."
"… "
"You won't change. You will only go further and further in the future."
"… "
"If I were an ordinary person, you would lock me up.
I love you, even though you know it very well. "
"… "
Faced with the accusations, Kurosawa responded in silence.
His motives were clear, and he didn't bother to hide his crimes. He just lowered his green eyes and rubbed his knuckles.
After Hojo Natsuki finished speaking, he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "I thought you understood."
He was born with endless suspicion and possessiveness, which flowed through every vein, making him unable to stop plundering and attacking at all times; some people were born cowardly and timid, some were extroverted since childhood, and Kurosawa Jin... was born a bad seed.
For ordinary people, good qualities depend on acquired cultivation, and all virtues can be learned.
Only the bad seeds are beyond cure.
Cruel, trampling on life, and difficult to empathize with ordinary people.
They can pretend to be kind and harmless, but beneath that bewitching appearance, lives a demon who despises the laws of the world.
Kurosawa will never feel comfortable and secure because of his unique preference. His sense of security has always grown only on a soil that is destined to be barren - completely satisfied possessiveness and desire for control.
He wrapped Hojo Natsuki tightly in the web and stuck him to it. From then on, he could feel and capture every struggle, tremor, and rise and fall of the prey's chest during breathing. He was under his surveillance at all times.
He is born a bad person, even his way of loving is so twisted.
He was gentle in not doing so immediately.
Hojo Natsuki met Kurosawa Jin's gaze, and fatigue and helplessness surged up at the same time. But after thinking about it, he felt that this was a reasonable answer.
He had known this for a long time, but every time he thought about it, he found it quite difficult to deal with, so he once again resorted to the most effective method: escape.
Skip this topic.
“… I got angry first, and other things will come later.”
As he spoke, he kicked the tip of Kurosawa Jin's leather shoes, "Cheer me."
Kurosawa Jin lowered his eyes, the dim light reflected on his face, like ripples rising from a quiet lake. He thought for a moment, then moved closer, his lips pressed against hers, the tips of their tongues touching and then parting.
Hojo Natsuki wanted to laugh, but he held it back and asked in a disgruntled manner, "How come you only know this? Did you learn it from me? You don't know anything else?"
"No." Kurosawa admitted frankly.
"I do not believe."
"No." The silver-haired man repeated, took Xia Shu's hand, kissed his finger bones, and said in a casual and lazy tone, "You teach me."
Hojo Natsuki paused: "..."
In order to appear not so easy to deal with, he pondered for a long time, and finally found something that could serve as "evidence". As if Kurosawa had no reason to suspect him, Hojo Natsuki made up a random and nonsensical retort: "When you fed me, weren't you very skilled? ... You must have taken care of others like this before, right?"
Kurosawa: “No.”
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." The other party responded in a deep voice.
Hojo Natsuki was inexplicably happy, thinking that he had mastered a good technique of giving someone a taste of his own medicine. After hearing his reply and looking at the other person's cold and serious expression, he stopped smiling and recalled the details one by one.
Kurosawa tied the scarf for him.
She scooped a spoonful of soup and handed it to his mouth.
Thinking back carefully, Kurosawa Jin's movements were actually quite awkward, but his attitude was so calm and natural that he easily covered it up.
Despite his lack of experience, he never showed any fear, and he concealed his abilities quite well, seemingly self-taught.
For no apparent reason, Hojo Natsuki lost his temper and easily forgot about his ambitious Cold War declaration.
"Well," he said awkwardly, "I can stay calm if you agree to three conditions."
Kurosawa Jin answered nonchalantly, “Oh.”
Hojo Natsuki: "Then the first one—"
Kurosawa: “Not going to the University of Tokyo.”
Xia Shu: “?”
Natsuki
: "You just said 'Oh', Mr. Killer, are you totally untrustworthy?"
Kurosawa: “Yeah.”
Xia Shu: “…”
Considering that he might not be able to resist taking action against the two undercover police officers, and the SCI points, or public awareness points, that were about to be obtained would be lost, Hojo Natsuki had to put his idea of having fun on hold for the time being.
"You have to publish in SCI," he said seriously. "That shouldn't be a problem. After all, you are a student of Tokyo University."
Kurosawa Jin knew this matter by heart after hearing him repeat it over and over again. His cold face showed an expression of "I'm so annoyed, why is it this again?" He was speechless and could only nod.
"My second request is... next time if I do something wrong, no matter how angry you are, you have to pay attention to me and tell me why. It's an equal exchange, isn't it fair?"
Kurosawa looked even more dissatisfied and said expressionlessly, "I know."
"For the third one, I haven't thought of it yet." Hojo Natsuki thought hard and said, "Save it for later."
This cheating behavior was also condoned by the other party.
The other person nodded, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and the dimple on his cheek sank softly and sweetly.
"What are you laughing at?" Kurosawa pinched his cheek with his fingers.
Hojo Natsuki continued to smile: "I'm happy to do so."
If Kurosawa is a bad seed who spreads poison in his flesh and blood, then he is just the opposite. He is born heartless and a happy puppy. He may hold grudges occasionally, but he can be happy for a long time if he is coaxed or patted on the head.
However, the happiness ends on the eve of work.
"I-"
"In no mood-"
"Go to Work-"
Hojo Natsuki dragged out his voice and complained loudly in a weary voice.
He faced the mirror, saying this, but his hands were quickly and skillfully fixing his hair. He separated the soft black hair that was stuck to his forehead, ran his fingers through it, and when he saw the right fluffy curve, he sprayed it with styling spray.
Kurosawa Jin crossed his arms, looked at him from a distance, and asked, "Why do you need to use that?"
Hojo Natsuki shook the bottle of hair spray: "This one?"
"You have to maintain your hairstyle," Hojo Natsuki answered matter-of-factly. "If you don't style it, it will droop and you'll look like... a student? You know? Not mature at all."
This young man, who would secretly stuff shoulder pads into his suit when wearing the Sad Frog suit, always has an aesthetic that leans towards completely unnecessary angles and has an unusual obsession with some strange details.
Kurosawa Jin obviously didn't want to understand, and a sound filled with sarcasm and disdain came out of his throat.
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
He wanted to argue with Kurosawa Jin for three hundred rounds, but when he looked up, he found that he only had ten minutes left for commuting, so he could only return to Yokohama with great reluctance.
It was almost time to visit the Special Powers Department.
The regular plastic exchange session between Port Mafia and the Special Powers Agent Department, which takes place every six months, is here again.
The Special Powers Agents would not present any truly important intelligence to him, and the port authorities would not take their lies seriously. They knew it all. Just like exchanging gifts during festivals, the symbolic meaning far outweighs the practical significance.
Hojo Natsuki had been happy to go before, and he skipped work for an entire afternoon and slacked off during the meeting. The only pity was that he was not allowed to play with his phone.
After discovering the trend of world integration, he even had some expectations for it.
The Energy Fluctuation Monitoring Center, a department that is widely acknowledged as a fraudulent fund-swindler, actually foresaw the mysterious future long ago. Its existence even made this extremely boring afternoon have a little bit of light.
But from experience, this department is always the third to last to report and is very marginal.
Hojo Natsuki was drowsy, and a cup of iced American coffee was almost unable to sustain his eyelids, but Chief Taneda was right next to him, so he had to force himself not to yawn.
Before he closed his eyes, it was finally the turn of the researcher at the Energy Fluctuation Monitoring Center.
The researcher wearing a nameplate stood on the reporting platform and talked about a world that most people present thought was impossible.
Fusion conjecture—
"We have further explored the hypothesis of world fusion..."
“… Previously, this was only an isolated case of phantom phenomena, but its scope is expanding. There have been 36 known cases in the past six months. Relevant departments attach great importance to it…”
"We call it an afterimage of another world. We preliminarily speculate that the cause of the 'afterimage' is..."
“… … ”
The reporter from the Energy Fluctuation Monitoring Center made a guess: the probability of the "afterimage" appearing is very low, and it is an illusion left by people from another world in a specific place; the closer the connection between the people from another world and this place, the clearer the illusion will be and the longer it will last.
Hojo Natsuki couldn't help but recall the experience at the old hotel.
The curtains were lifted, and he saw Kurosawa Jin by the window. It was a quick glimpse, and he disappeared in about a second, as if it was an illusion that appeared in the blink of an eye. This indirectly confirmed his guess, after all, the 15-year-old Kurosawa was only staying in the hotel for a few days and soon returned to Tokyo from Yokohama.
He had some ideas, such as going to Kurosawa's previous residence, maybe he would come across some interesting scenes.
However, there are considerable difficulties in its actual implementation.
After joining the organization, Kurosawa maintained the habit of changing residence every two or three months, and the longest he could last was no more than half a year.
But from Hojo Natsuki's perspective in the game, the so-called change of residence is difficult to reflect.
Similar stick-drawn furniture, similar decor, similar garden scenery, and the same bad-tempered frog.
He had no way of locating Kurosawa's residence. If he asked, he would most likely get the correct answer. Kurosawa only had a very bad memory when it came to the people who died at the hands of the gun. Basic information like maps and building heights were easy for him to come by.
Over the past decade, the other party has moved to too many places, and Hojo Natsuki doesn't have the time or energy to visit every place. Moreover, some road names and place names in the other world are simply fictitious, such as "Yankacho". There has never been a place called Yankacho in Tokyo.
Instead of using this free time to explore unnecessary phantoms, it would be better to go to another world and chat with Kurosawa himself.
Soon, the meeting ended.
Hojo Natsuki got into the car and looked at the scenery rapidly receding outside the window. He was distracted with a serious expression on his face, and kept ruminating on the researcher's report in his head. Following the calm voice, he recalled the residence of the Qin frog in the game screen.
I found that there are still some impressive places.
“…Heiwa-an Temple?”
He pronounced the place name thoughtfully.
When the frog was first picked up, it invited a monk and a bear from there, hoping to drive away the ghost that was lingering in the house; Hojo Natsuki mistakenly thought that Xiaogua had brought a friend home, and was very happy, so he wanted to entertain the little black bear. As a result, he almost scared the unlucky monk to death. No one knows what he said to the abbot when he returned to the temple.
The mountain where the Heihean Temple is located could be seen in the distant view of the game courtyard at that time. It was a faint stroke and I think it was not far from Gua's residence.
The assistant sitting in the passenger seat heard the name of the temple and said with a smile, "Mr. Hojo, do you also want to go there to pray for marriage? I heard it's very effective."
Hojo Natsuki: “?”
What? Is there really such a temple
He asked, "Where is it? Is it far from here?"
"Ah, let me think..." the assistant said, "It's not too far. It takes about half an hour to drive there."
Today's meeting ended earlier than usual. It's only four o'clock now, and we have to get back to Port Mafia before half past six, which is well in time.
Hojo Natsuki said decisively: "Then let's go there."
He sent a message to Kurosawa Jin, describing the situation in a hurried manner.
[Natsuki]: When you were still in Izumi-kai, you moved after meeting me. What was the address of the house you moved to later, the one you lived in the longest
[Natsuki]：Tell me now, tell me now
[Natsuki]: Hurry up!
[Gin]：What are you doing
[Natsuki]: Don’t worry about it
Kurosawa Jin reported a string of addresses, and Hojo Natsuki searched it on his phone.
I found that the road names and street names also exist in reality, so I relayed them to the driver.
"Go check it out," he said to his assistant. "What's the condition of that building? Is it a residential building? Is anyone living there? Can we buy it?"
The assistant's fingers skillfully operated the tablet, and soon, he replied succinctly: "The house you are asking about is being sublet, and the owner has no intention of selling it. Do you need to ask?"
Hojo Natsuki waved his hand and said, "Then rent it for a year."
As expected, Kurosawa Jin's residence was not far from Heiwaan Temple, but it took nearly forty minutes to get there from Yokohama.
The journey in the car seemed particularly long because of the eager anticipation.
When Hojo Natsuki got off the car, the real estate agent who had contacted the assistant was already waiting at the intersection. He was a middle-aged man who always forced a smile, so that there were faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes even when he was not smiling. The suit he was wearing was one size too large and didn't fit him well.
"Hello, I'm Asakura."
The agent smiled widely and looked at him, his formulaic expression suddenly tinged with inquiry and curiosity.
"I'll take you to see the one-bedroom apartment you requested. There are actually quite a few quality properties nearby. If you need them..."
Hojo Natsuki answered casually while looking at the surrounding buildings.
There is a river not far behind me, with a stone step bridge across the river, which echoes the arch bridge in the background of the [Courtyard].
The agent kept selling all the way and walked very fast. In just a few minutes, he and Hojo Natsuki and his group were standing downstairs of the unit.
The exterior walls of the houses were dull in color, and each wooden door was equipped with an anti-theft door, but they used the oldest copper locks. If Dazai were here, he could probably get through three houses in thirty seconds, so it would be better than nothing in terms of anti-theft.
The agent stopped and said, “This is it.”
He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, found the corresponding one, and turned it to unlock the door.
"I'll take a look myself." Hojo Natsuki said, "You don't need to come in, go sign the contract."
It was the first time the agent had seen such a strange tenant, but before he could come to his senses and ask questions, the assistant had already walked towards him and invited him with a smile to find a convenient place to sign the lease contract.
After confirming that they had all left, Hojo Natsuki pushed open the door.
At this moment, the curtains were slightly lifted, a beam of slanting sunlight fell on the floor, and light golden dust floated in the air.
The first thing that caught my eye was the white wall with a gray tint, and my line of sight slowly shifted as I turned my head.
Hojo Natsuki took a step forward, and the next second, his steps suddenly stopped.
He held his breath.
It's the Kurosawa formation.
He once again saw Kurosawa from ten years ago, although in the form of a phantom.
A silver-haired boy was sitting on the empty bed.
His figure seemed particularly illusory in the sunlight, and his sharp face also appeared hazy.
The young boy, Jin Kurosawa, bent one leg and flipped through a book with a familiar red cover.
He frowned and looked a little impatient. He flipped through two pages and glanced at the phone on the bedside table.
Hojo Natsuki wanted to laugh, but in reality, he didn't dare to move, for fear that he would make some noise and startle this dream.
Perhaps because Kurosawa Jin had stayed here for a long time, the illusion was clearer than the one he saw in the previous hotel, and it lasted longer, almost ten seconds.
There was nothing special about it, just the ten seconds that the silver-haired boy pretended to read.
Unfortunately, even though Hojo Natsuki didn't even dare to breathe, the image gradually became transparent and eventually disappeared.
"This is the limit of 'Phantom'," he thought.
Compared to the Top Killer who remained calm in the face of everything ten years later, the young Kurosawa Jin hardly hides his thoughts. His disguise is very futile. With just one glance, you can see that his mind is not on the red book at all. No wonder I only read one-third of the book after reading it for so long.
He was waiting for a signal wave that would travel through time and space, waiting for a message that would come at an unknown time.
And after waiting for it, I have to pretend that I was interrupted while reading, and use a bad and impatient tone,
Shanshan replied a few words.
The young boy Kurosawa had many flaws, but after ten years of hard work, he gradually grew into the flawless Gin.
“Watertight”
Hojo Natsuki was stunned for a few seconds.
He remembered that he found the red book on the storage rack in Kurosawa's living room.
My first reaction was also strange. The books that were usually placed on the bedside table suddenly appeared in the living room.
But as he discovered the secret hidden in the pages of the book, this irregularity was easily thrown to the back of his mind and he was not able to think about it carefully for a while.
—But Gin would never make such a low-level mistake.
There are no "coincidences" in his field; it is all deliberate.
"..." Hojo Natsuki covered his forehead, sighed, and thought: "So that's it..."
This is another open strategy of retreating in order to advance.
Hojo Natsuki walked into the room and measured this ordinary one-bedroom house with his footsteps. Although the lighting was good, it could not hide its smallness, being only less than 20 square meters.
After the phantom disappeared, the house had no attraction to him at all. Within two minutes he was tired and ready to leave.
However, when he looked back suddenly, Xia Shu saw the illusion again.
Involuntarily, he held his breath again.
At the entrance of the room, there was still the young boy Kurosawa.
He bent down to take off his boots, and his silver hair cascaded down, about to the length of his shoulders, shining like silver sand in the sun, gleaming in the sun.
He is in the period of growing taller, and his figure has a kind of immature boyish feeling. But when he takes off his coat, the illusion of thinness is instantly broken, and the clear muscle lines contain a strength that cannot be underestimated.
The silver-haired boy took off his blood-soaked coat and threw it into the basket beside the door. The dagger naturally fell to the ground with a clang. He walked quickly towards the bathroom.
Hojo Natsuki had seen this scene many times in the game and had an impression of it.
Every day after joining the organization, Qinwa would take his front paws into the house and before he took the second step, he would quickly take off his dirty coat, refusing to wear it for even a second. He would throw it into the clothes basket at the entrance with great disgust, waiting for his hardworking younger brother Fu Gua to clean up for him the next day.
Suddenly seeing the 'live version', he was naturally surprised and the corners of his lips curled up.
But then, Hojo Natsuki inevitably thought of Kurosawa Jin ten years later.
The silver-haired man pushed the door open and hung his black windbreaker on the coat rack. It was clean and there was no blood seeping down. The watertight adults remained calm even on this insignificant detail.
Or just walk in without taking off your coat.
The first thing he would do when he got home was to approach Xia Shu, talk to him, and touch him, sometimes on the cheek or the back of the neck, sometimes with his fingers, just like a cat sniffing around its owner who had returned home.
Every time at this time, his cuffs and collar were very close to Hojo Natsuki, and the scent molecules quietly spread over through the gaps between their bodies.
There was a light frost on Kurosawa Jin's clothes, a bit of the alluring smell of tobacco, and a very faint scent of detergent.
We have everything.
But there is no smell of blood.
The silhouette of the young Kurosawa slowly faded and disappeared.
Hojo Natsuki stood there, silent, his eyes fixed on the bright light.
He didn't know how much time had passed before the vibration of his cell phone brought him back to his senses.
"Beep-"
[Contact: Mr. Sen]
Hojo Natsuki went out and looked back reluctantly, but this time, there was really nothing left.
He picked up the phone and walked down the stairs: "Hello, this is Hojo..."
"Natsuki-kun, are you ready to come back?" Mori Ogai complained, "We really need your help here..."
Hojo Natsuki replied perfunctorily: "On the way, we'll be there soon."
Mori Ogai ruthlessly exposed: "Really? I heard an echo in the corridor? ... Did you go on a date during work hours? This is not good."
Hojo Natsuki: "Not really. I have a strong sense of professional ethics."
Mori Ogai: "Oh? Didn't you see it?"
Hojo Natsuki sighed softly and smiled
Laugh: "... No, I saw it."
—It’s just that I met the former Kurosawa Jin many years in the future.
After dealing with Mr. Sen, he put his phone back into his pocket and walked out of the apartment building leisurely.
The black car stopped in front of him with its hazard lights on.
He kept walking, but he felt helpless and thought: "Okay, let's just leave it at that. ... This is not the first day I've known about this."
People like Kurosawa Jin will stop at nothing and regardless of the cost until they get what they want.
After that, nothing will be different from before just because you have received unconditional love.
Love can never cure the bad seed.
He would only change his blood-stained coat before going home.
(End of this chapter)