"My father has asked the Parisian side to expedite the search, but the chaos is not yet fully controlled." Keigo Moan for a moment and said, "What if there is a ...... Bad news, you must be optimistic about her first. ”

Shinobu had already understood the reason why Keigo had to wake him up at four o'clock in the morning, and if he and Maki suddenly found out the news, they would inevitably be out of proportion. Especially Maji, no matter how carefree she usually is, she is still a fifteen-year-old girl after all, and if she hears the bad news of the death of her dear parents, she will inevitably fall into a state of grief.

That's why Keigo Jibe will give him a preventive shot first, so that he won't be at a loss when the time comes, and he can calmly help Maji calm his feelings.

"I'm not going to rush to you, lest she notice something unusual." Of course, the news of the Jibe family is the most well-informed at the moment, Keigo Jibe sighed, "I hope it's too much, anyway, let's talk about it when she wakes up, maybe there will be news of safety in this hour." ”

"I see, I'll try to delay as long as possible and wait for your letter." Shinobu rubbed his temple lightly with his other hand, and it was not easy to clear his mind in the headache that woke up, and promised, "Don't worry, Jibu, I don't think anyone knows her better than me now." Also, while hopefully not, you'd better call for a mobile medical emergency first. Although she did not inherit my aunt's disease, it is better to be careful at this time. ”

Keigo Keibe took a sip, "Okay." ”

As soon as Shinobu hung up his phone, he saw the push news on the screen.

Visually, it's just a short line of small print.

"Black Night in Paris - France Suffers a Terrorist Attack and Massacre."

The tragedy occurred at 8 p.m. local time and has not stopped. Due to the time difference, Japan in the East Kowloon Ward was still in the early hours of the morning, and most people were unaware of distant explosions and shootings. Only the time-sensitive journalism industry responds in such a timely manner, and the news is quickly transmitted to every terminal through the convenience of the Internet age.

If it weren't for Keigo's phone call, he would probably not have gotten up until after six o'clock to know about this sensational news. But Paris is too far away, and perhaps he will only have a light sigh that has no real effect, and he is not as naturally responsible and ambitious as his sister Erina. Terrorist attacks, as crazy and terrifying as they are, are not painful and may not be as urgent as the upcoming classroom test for students.

But today is different.

Umagaki Kiyowa traveled from London to Paris a few days ago because of academic exchanges, and Akaji Mashi also talked to Keigo Trace's father on the phone at about seven o'clock, saying that he knew that Umagaki Kiyowa was going to the theater in the 11th arrondissement of Paris with his colleagues from the university tonight, and he was going to give full play to his expertise and wait outside to surprise her.

If it were normal times, the forbearance would also knowingly complain about his ex-uncle's shameless specialty.

But now, Mashi Akaji has lost contact.

Neither he nor Uragaki Kiyokazu could reach their mobile phones, and they happened to be in the 11th district at the center of the riots.

Shinobu soon received another call from his parents, and it seemed that it was a morning that was destined to be impossible to sleep on. The Shinobu couple learned about an hour after the incident broke out in neighboring Germany. On the one hand, Shinobu Eishi comforted Shinobu Kazumi, who was crazy and out of control when he heard the news of his sister's death, and rushed to Paris, and quickly took the time to call his son.

Shinobu and Mei have been dependent on her little sister Kiyowa who is fourteen years younger than her since she was twenty years old.,It's not so much a sister as a daughter.,And once regarded Umegaki Kiyowa as the spiritual pillar of an unfortunate life.。 She had almost collapsed in her early years due to the critical illness of Umegaki Kiyokazu, and she and Shinobu Eishi did fall in love at first sight, but a large part of the real acceptance of his pursuit was actually due to his dedication to helping his sister's condition.

After so many years, even if he already has his own family, he still can't accept the fact of losing his sister.

The shinobi who took over the double entrustment got dressed simply and quickly, and opened the door of Maki's house lightly first.

The bedroom door was closed, and Maki didn't seem to wake up. Shinobu knew that her biological clock was roughly accurate, and it was not yet six o'clock when she should be awake, when he opened the door and found Maki asleep. There was silence in the room, except for the soft sound of him opening the door just now, only the sound of Maji's breathing.

Because it was too quiet, he quickly and keenly heard the anomaly.

It is not the long breathing that normal sleep should have, and it is somewhat rapid and accompanied by noises.

Shinobu walked to the side of the bed and leaned over to look, and found that Zhenji's cheeks were already flushed with a thin layer of flushing, sure enough, it was Zhenji who was making trouble yesterday instead of him, since Zhenji didn't even want to drink ginger juice, let alone take medicine to prevent colds when he came back. She snorted in her dream, an honest reflection of her physical discomfort.

The palm touched her forehead, and it had warmed up a little, but fortunately it wasn't scorching.

I'm going to pick up the medicine when Jinji wakes up, but the top priority now is to delay the time so that she can get the news later. After all, Keigo was just saying that he had lost contact, and now that he knows, it's either a false alarm or an expectation that has been disappointed.

People with colds are obviously less likely to be woken up, he took Zhenji's mobile phone, just pressed the wake button, and saw the push window when the screen was locked at a glance, which happened to be this news, but it was more updated than his one, and it was already specific to the specific location and scale of the attack.

Shinobi's dark blue pupils suddenly constricted.

-- More than 100 hostages at the Bataclan Theatre were shot and killed.

He believed he couldn't be mistaken, and it was this theater that Keigo Keibe had just mentioned.

Since there was a show that night, the crowd in the theater must have been quite dense, so it's no wonder that the terrorists chose to shoot here. No wonder the 11th arrondissement of Paris is so big, and there is a faint hint of hope in Keigo Keibe's tone just now. The muzzle of the strafing gun has no eyes, and once it happens to be hit, it is trapped in the theater without treatment, and there is basically no chance of survival.

At this moment, all I can pray for is the most ethereal luck.

Because I didn't enter the unlock code for a long time, the screen went dark again.

It wasn't until darkness fell into his pupils that Shinobu stiffened and pressed the top button again. He could feel his hands trembling slightly, and his mind was also blank just now, and it took him nearly ten seconds to take a deep breath, barely calming himself.

No matter how calm his mind was, he never faced death so unexpectedly.

Compared with the bumpy life of his mother, who became an orphan at the age of eight and became an orphan, lived awkwardly at her grandfather's house since she was a child, and her adoptive parents who loved her died unexpectedly, although his parents often regarded his son as a "third party", they also gave him a friendly and free family environment because of their deep affection. What he is familiar with is nothing more than the strangeness and alienation caused by frequent moving, which allows him to draw a safe distance from the people and things around him in a calm and rational manner, and integrate into the new environment as quickly as possible.

But this way of life, what he is facing now is what he thought he would finally be familiar with after going to college and becoming a medical student - death.

Since he has chosen this path, he has long anticipated the adaptation process that will come in the future, and he believes in his own ability, but not now.

Moreover, Umagaki Kiyowa and Akaji Mashi are not only Maji's parents, but also the elders he has known since childhood.

He saw Maki rubbing lightly on her soft pillow again, although his breathing was a little unsmooth, his eyelashes were motionless, and his eyeballs were also peaceful, obviously sleeping soundly, and he would not wake up for the time being. She didn't make too many small movements when she slept, and the whole person was obediently sunk in the bed, like a newborn baby in swaddling clothes.

She didn't know anything.

Will this be the last sweet dream?

He was familiar with a girl who was forever happily floating in the clouds, and she could always find an alternative to all unhappiness. Shinobu used to think that Maki was a merciless person, and no one could keep her footsteps, not even her parents. But it turns out that she will also cling to a certain feeling, and will stay in the arena for the ultimate charm of that moment.

So this time when Mashi Akaji returned, she didn't say anything about her mother's love decision, and almost took it for granted that it was "their business". He vaguely sensed that Maji was indeed unwilling to bind his feelings to his parents, but not only because he wanted to chase absolute freedom, but perhaps he still wanted to avoid becoming a burden to himself.

She's done well enough.

Perhaps this heavy medicine was stimulating enough, and the forbearance also grasped the fleeting vague feeling of yesterday for a moment.

The strange reaction equation that flashed through him when he tried on his first outfit in the real season.

She was wrapped in the tightly layered skirt.

-- like a private treasure that refuses to be shown to men.

But will she be forced to fall under the hammer of death, and then shatter with a bang?

Shinobu resisted the rising cruel thoughts, and finally entered the unlock code heavily on the screen of Maji's phone. Maki knew that he liked to use Shinobu Erina's birthday to make those passwords that weren't particularly important, and a few times he unlocked them in front of him. Because Erina is four years older than him, few of his peers will know the birthday of his college sister, so it is much safer than using his own birthday.

And the lock screen password of the real season is - 1015.

It's the birthday of Shinobu Yushi.

According to Maji's explanation, this is completely inspired by him, and she triumphantly says that this is rarely guessed, and she will not forget it at all, so as to avoid the stupid thing of forgetting those messy passwords for a while, and having a miserable forced lock like she used to do at the back desk of Diguang.

After unlocking it, the first thing I saw was a photo of my aunt Uragaki Kiyokazu used as a background.

Uragaki Kiyowa bows his head slightly, his staggered forehead hair outlines the poetry of ancient things, and his eyes without sadness or joy reflect the ultimate beauty that makes people fascinated.

Ah, that's true.

Shinobu Foot Yushi was forced to press down by the ominous premonition that was stimulated.,Calmly crossed out the news from the message bar first.,Then open the phone settings.,Turn off all the message push.,Anyway, Maki isn't like Erina.,There's a hobby of getting up early in the morning to take the initiative to watch the news.。

After putting Maki's phone back in its place, he stood still at her desk for a full three minutes.

He suddenly turned around, slowly squatted down, and looked at Zhenji's sleepless appearance.

Shinobu pressed her slightly hot forehead, not knowing whether he wanted to test the temperature of the fever, or to comfort her, or to draw a trace of fiery courage from the unusual heat.

The tip of his nose touched Maki's cheek, so close to her, almost two fingers away, he could kiss the corner of the girl's lips, and the slight curvature was set against the possible fate.

His motions were as if he were about to transform into a smooth plaster statue.

But Shinobu finally leaned forward, and even gently pressed her soft lips as if he had to take an inch.

The self-inflicted cold made her sleep very deeply, not only did she not know anything about what was happening, but she could not wake up on time at six o'clock, because Shinobu also turned off her alarm clock. So until half past seven, Shinobu had already called to help her ask for leave, and Maji was still in a state of confusion that was about to wake up.

These two hours are like years for a sober person.

He was staring at the screen while helping Maki change the wet towel on his forehead, so he was able to receive a call from Keigo Kibe at the first moment when he was muted. He slowly turned around and closed the door, and then walked to the kitchen of Maji's house that he hadn't used for a long time and picked up the phone.

"Found it, Maji's mother is safe."

Keigo's first sentence finally made him calm his mind a little, according to Keigo Keibe's character, not directly saying who "died" means that he has not yet reached such a bad situation.

"My father has rushed to Paris in person, and my uncle has been shot and is being rescued."

11th arrondissement, rue de Charona.

The theater's performance tonight was very popular, but because there were too many people, Umegaki Kiyokazu, who was not in good health, felt a little out of breath. The Japanese colleague who was traveling with him had received a request from Maji earlier, and he was not very interested in this performance, so he persuaded Kiyowa Umegaki, who had a bad face, to leave with him and go to the neighborhood for a snack.

Akaji Mashi had been following them from a distance since they came out, and he was not in a hurry when he saw them entering the restaurant, Shi Shiran flashed to the flower shop next door first, ready to pinch the time to block people again, and took the opportunity to chat with the waiter of the flower shop and laughed.

They were halfway through their meal when a loud bang exploded in the distance.

Soon a man with a gun burst through the door, but fortunately there were not many people in the restaurant, so it didn't attract the swarming terrorists, only this one straggler. A colleague quickly pulled her to hide in the counter next to her, and several slow-moving people fell in response, splattering blood onto the legs of a nearby table.

He seemed unhappy that he had only killed so many people, and began to move around the store in a frenzied manner.

Footsteps approached.

Just when Kiyokazu Uragaki had already seen the tip of his black shoe, there was a loud sound of the door opening.

…… True History.

The delicate and beautiful door of this shop is indeed a little difficult to open, so the terrorist's rough movement when he came in just now rubbed off the pistol on his waist.

92F, Beretta, Italy.

As a military pistol in the United States, this gun is not only favored by terrorists because of its relaxed procurement conditions and prices, but also a famous gun with a high popularity rate. The moment Akaji Mashi flashed and picked it up from the ground, the experience in his eyes and mind immediately judged that its safety had been pulled down under the high-speed operation, and these outlaws could not care about the so-called safety, and only wanted to hold the butcher knife high at all times.

His right arm went straight forward, and his crimson pupils flashed with sharp killing intent.

Uragaki Kiyowa bent down to hide in the counter, in such a critical situation, but she seemed to see the thin boy twenty-eight years ago through the blatant gun-wielding Akaji Mashi.

He stood by the camellia bush that was as bright red as blood, and his expression was a little blurred against the backdrop of the same bright red hair.

She shook her head silently when she saw a mother hesitating and still holding the hand of the child who was about to run over.

Don't go over.

The innocent kidnapping due to his father's blood debt is certainly sympathetic, but it does not change that he is a terrible child who dared to take a gun and kill people at the age of ten.

She walked up to his side and looked up at him, "Are you scared?" ”

His expression finally became clear, and he smiled dumbly, "...... yes, scared, scared to death. ”

The bullet landed precisely into the executioner's left eye.

- "Bang. ”