It is often said that the older a person is, the more likely they are to be nostalgic. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info this is not because of how beautiful the years were, but because I remember that I was young.

This sentence may not be appropriate for Logan. For him, the years did not leave many marks on him, and even those deep scars could not leave any traces of the past on him.

And the fleeting and shattered memories haunted him like a nightmare in the abyss. Whenever he expects to recall something, it always brings an unforgettable pain to his brain.

Most of those memories he still remembers were not so pleasant. For example, Toyo is not a very pleasant place.

Of course, this place once brought him pleasant memories, and for a long time he had the thought that he would simply live in this place. Maybe the lost memories aren't that important.

Because here he once had a love. Or maybe he thought he had a love. Of course, sometimes, people say that the beauty of possession is based on an almost imaginary environment.

Nagoya, the fourth largest city in the East. Together with Tokyo and Osaka, they form the three most important commercial metropolitan areas in the East. Located between Osaka and Tokyo, Nagoya is an economic hub between Kansai and Kanto.

And on the outskirts of the Nagoya metropolitan area, Rogan strolls along the country lanes. This is a village between Nagoya and Kiyosu City.

The village is not very large, and there are not many households. However, because it is located in the middle of a prosperous city, it is particularly rare.

Compared to more than a decade ago, the village has not changed much from Logan's memory. Of course, this refers to the buildings in the village, the low, two-story buildings. However, the village's once only grocery store has been replaced by an expanded 24-hour convenience store.

It looks like business isn't doing very well at this convenience store. Because of the declining birthrate and aging population. The population of this village has dropped sharply from more than 1,500 people to more than 900 people.

Most young people choose to look for work in Nagoya, which is not far from their hometown. If it weren't for the village's proximity to Nagoya, it would have been more objective to make farming profitable.

I'm afraid the young people in the village will run out. Like many Oriental villages, they were naturally deserted.

In such a sparsely populated village, the sudden appearance of foreigners is very conspicuous. In particular, Logan's style itself is very eye-catching, even on the streets of New York, it is a type that is easy to notice.

So wherever he goes, as long as there are people. I can't help but look at him twice. Rogan didn't care about that, though. He just stopped by to see some of the places where he had lived.

Not far from the village office, where Logan once lived. A small two-story building with a Japanese-style rustic garden.

But now the house is abandoned. It looks like it's been uninhabited for a long time.

"Do you know where I can rest near here?" said Logan at the convenience store, buying a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Chivas Regal. He asked the convenience clerk in broken Japanese and mixed English.

Maybe it was because Logan's Japanese was so bad that the clerk didn't understand what he was saying. Rogan was only able to use his own hands and feet to draw together so that the clerk could roughly understand what Logan meant.

The middle-aged aunt in the uniform of a Lawson convenience store spread out her hands and shook her head, indicating that there were no homestays or hostels nearby. "You must, you must, go, name, koya. ”

In order to prevent Logan from hearing what she meant, the aunt also slowed down the speed of her speech. Tell Logan verbatim that if he wants to find a hotel, it would be best to take the daily shuttle bus from the village to Nagoya.

Logan had just arrived from Nagoya, so how could he just go back the same way.

Instead of following the kind advice of the clerk's aunt, Logan climbed over the wall and entered the abandoned old house at night. Although the house is very dilapidated, the furniture inside does not seem to have been touched much.

The faucet was completely rusted, and only some turbid and rusty yellow water could be spit out. The power supply to the house has long been cut off. The wooden floor was untended and walked up a foot deep and shallow, and as Logan walked through the living room to make his way to the bedroom of his memory, his heavy footsteps kicked up a lot of dust.

Tiny dust dotted the air and entered Logan's lungs through his breath, causing him to cough violently. "Ahem, ahem. ”

Logan unscrewed the cap of the Chivas Regal bottle and poured two sips of wine down his throat to calm the cough.

"Well, let's spend the night here. "Rogan doesn't care too much about the mess here. He checked a few chairs, found a sturdy one, and patted the dust with his hand. But it seems that the more you shoot the dust, the worse it gets, so I just don't shoot it. Sit directly on it.

Because there is no light pollution in the city, the night sky in the countryside is much more beautiful than what you see in the city. Because you can see a lot of second-magnitude and third-magnitude stars.

Although due to the destruction of the air by humans, it is now difficult to see the Milky Way in the summer. But every time people raise their heads and look up at the starry sky, they can't help but sigh at their own insignificance and the vastness of the starry sky.

Logan, who lit himself a cigarette and took a sip of Chivas Regal, sat quietly in his chair, looking up at the stars through the window.

In human literature and artistic renderings, the wolf is always used as an adjective as a lonely and proud creature. They seem to have been loners, like lonely rangers.

But in reality, wolves are social creatures. Like most social creatures, wolves need a social structure and status of their own.

This also includes spouses and families. Logan is a lonely and lonely Wolverine. In his limited memory, the killing took over most of the place.

If there's one place worth remembering, it's probably one. Sometimes, though, memories are interrupted by uninvited guests.

With a strong sense of smell and hearing, Logan is extremely alert to the subtle sounds of the night and the sudden appearance of unfamiliar smells in the air.

He had lost the Chivas bottle and the amber liquor was spilled all over the floor. Three steel claws made of Edelman alloy have been ejected.

As Logan had guessed, the small building was surrounded by men in uniform black suits.

Someone in the village in the middle of the night curiously turned on the lights to observe the situation here, but quickly turned off the lights after just one look. Because no one wants to get themselves in trouble.

Logan didn't think these people were here to catch up with him. He was ready for battle. His alertness is very much in line with the personality of a wolf.

But soon a flaw in this vigilance was revealed. Because he smelled a familiar smell in the air. The owner of that flavor had been with him for years, and it was the best time of his life.

"Logan, you're still the same, haven't changed at all. Nothing can leave a mark on you, not even the most unforgiving of time. Pushing aside the crowd in black, the woman who walked towards Logan was exactly what he loved and what he was hurting about, the woman named Mariko Shida.