The black Ducati rushed out of the tunnel, the driver in the helmet twisted the throttle to overtake one car after another on the road, and the police car with the alarm bell on his side whizzed past and hurried towards the 'arrest scene' at the other end of the tunnel, and no one realized that the fugitive had already slipped away from him.

"Are you sure my senior sister is okay? He has blonde hair and won't be regarded by the Metropolitan Police Department as a terrorist infiltrated from abroad, right? Lin Nian, who was also wearing a helmet in the back seat, was a little worried.

"My family can make a voice in the Metropolitan Police Department, and the police, the military, and even the political circles speak together, and it is not a big problem to get a prisoner into their hands. Besides, our charges were probably all temporarily set by Kaguya, and it was a matter of thought to want to remove them, and then we would excuse that the internal system of the Metropolitan Police Department was wrong and they caught the wrong person. Ryoichi who drove said.

"I feel a little sorry for my sister." Lin Nian couldn't help but think of it again, in the tunnel, Mandy sat in the driver's seat with a confused expression, and with a shocked expression on his mother's face, the two waved goodbye and jumped out of the car. At that time, Mandy probably wanted to die, but she really couldn't help in the next action, and being a substitute for the dead was probably the biggest help she could provide.

"There is a relaxation in this family, besides, Lin Jun, you also know that your senior sister can't help us much, and she will probably drag her feet if it's ugly." Ryoichi thrashed the throttle again and headed in the direction of leaving Tokyo.

"I'm tempted to say, 'Mandy isn't a stepping stone,' but that's unfortunately the case." Lin Nian did not deny this, he also knew very well that this time he deviated from his family to find the danger of the fierce ghosts, this is the work of the dead, for a girl whose biggest dream is to stay at home and have endless TV series, it is too inconsistent with the painting style.

"I still don't understand why Lin Jun came to Japan with a drag oil bottle." Ryoichi said: "At least in my own home, the team members of any mission need to be strictly inspected, and the test of various indicators is completed to prepare for the emergency measures that each member performs his or her own duties in response to emergencies, with all due respect, it is difficult for me to see what help Mantesan can provide in Lin Jun's mission." ”

"I didn't hope that Senior Sister could help me - although it seems a little hurtful to say so." Lin Nian wanted to scratch his head, but he scratched his smooth helmet and had to give up: "Senior sister will graduate in the future, she heard from her friend that she can mix credits in the field, and it just so happened that I was going to go out in the field, so I brought her with me." ”

"Is that so?" Such a simple reason made Liang Yi speechless, maybe it was really because of the difference in three views, in his opinion, every mission is a life-threatening danger, this kind of self-insurfacing situation is naturally as harsh as a thousand choices for the teammates around him, but Lin Nian's attitude is just 'take a senior sister to mix a credit', a 'S' level can actually have a 'B' level out of the field, what is this, 'SB' combination?

Lin Nian on the back seat of the motorcycle can see that Ryoichi's mood is very unstable now, maybe, it's just a possibility, after encountering an irreparable tragedy, people will speculate about all kinds of 'ifs', at that time the only person who was with the young generation Chihiro was Mandy, if Mandy was a genius like Lin Nian, an elite, if Mandy had studied Japanese before coming to Japan, and didn't even need too good skills, just needed to understand the 'box', then all the tragedies could be reversed, and the inner cracks in the heart would be sewn apart like a broken mirror reunion.

But there are so many ifs in the world.

"Ryoichi, this kind of thing is going to cool down." Lin said in a young voice, regardless of whether the noisy wind would drown out his voice.

"Something that burns up, it won't go out unless it burns itself out." Liangyi said: "Lin Jun, this is a journey of nine deaths and one life, in fact, your help to me is enough, my biggest trouble on this road is not to get rid of the pursuit of the Executive Bureau, and the next thing basically has nothing to do with Lin Jun and you, I think it is better to die alone." ”

"Is this trying to persuade me to get out of the car?" Lin Nian shook his head: "This is no longer your problem, I am also responsible for your sister's death - don't think I'm comforting you, I'm telling the truth, you and I both know that it is not you and your sister who are looking for the ghosts tonight, but the commissioner of our headquarters." ”

"It's a lot better to be angry." Ryoichi tugged at the corners of his mouth, but in the end he didn't make any expression: "Please don't lower my temperature anymore, my sister's tombstone should be dripping with the blood of the enemy, not my tears of mourning." ”

Lin Nian said nothing more, and Ducati roared and accelerated, sailing deeper into the night.

*

Deep in the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka.

The big house in the mountain is located on the mountainside, the small bridge in front of the big house is scattered with a few early cherry blossoms in February, the stream flowing down the mountain and the bridge side of the stream, reflecting the lights in the big house and the steep spring color in the early spring in the mountain, everything seems to be clean like a painting, pure and no scum - there are still some, that is, the crowd at the end of the bridge is gradually bustling.

Most of the guests in black suits and leather shoes puffed into the clouds with large cigars in their mouths and swept the picturesque mountain seclusion with a star-like gaze, and the cold-faced bodyguards beside them carried metal suitcases full of cash without saying a word, and the slight drums at the waists under the suits concealed sharpness.

Once a month, the day of the trial camp of the Paradise Pavilion is today, and the people who can learn about this place must be the top people in Osaka, Tokyo, and even the entire Japanese rich circle, and they will receive a phone call on this day of the month, and the female manager of the house gently invites them to come to the feast.

Everyone regarded this feast as a symbol of their own power and recognition, and here they could also get indulgence and depravity that matched their status, so they came every month as scheduled, and on this day of every month, there were always girls in kimono standing in a row at the end of the stone bridge with a smile on their faces, and the red costumes dressed the stone bridge as a bright flower garden like a mandala in full bloom, and the guests stepped on the stone slabs and strode towards the other side of the bridge, without hesitation.

Sakurai Twilight watched this scene quietly, she knelt by the window on the fourth floor of the Great House of Paradise, carefully watched the white moonlight misty on the woman's face, the molten gold lamp fell on the man's shoulder, the man's burning breath, sweat and the woman's rouge and perfume melted into a visible hot 'tide' that grew straight to the sky, and even the cold wave of the spring night was washed away by the smell of drunken gold.

She just stood and watched, as if waiting for something.

Behind him, there is silence in the top floor pavilion where tatami mats are spread, and a bouquet of peach blossoms in a porcelain vase on the table is tender and fresh, and a photograph is quietly placed on it.

At this time, a withered and powerful hand slowly reached out in the darkness, picked up the picture on the table and put it in front of him, and after a long time, he sighed:

"What a young couple!"

His words were full of relief and emotion, and Sakurai Twilight by the window subconsciously turned his head back after hearing this, and saw the photo that the old man gently caressed.

It was in the lobby of a hospital, where countless wounded and sick people were clustered together, and people in black who maintained order were running back and forth, everything seemed so chaotic, and in the corner of the hall a boy and a girl were sitting on a bench, talking and laughing as if they were chatting about something, and both of them had a smile on their faces that had escaped and been reborn.

If Lin Nian is lucky enough to see this photo, then he will not be unfamiliar, because the boy who is holding the photo is looking at him is himself, this is probably the only photo in the Chicago North and South Hospital incident that has survived in the secret party's all-out blockade of information, and in this photo he and Helena are laughing and talking with each other, like a warm couple for the rest of their lives.

Sakurai Twilight knows the ending of this picture, it is a predestined, poignant ending, one person is eager to speak, and one person is brandishing a knife and does not want to hear it, until the knife pierces the chest and the bullet passes through the forehead, and everything settles... However, the words of the old man who are now staring at the photo are as happy as if they have come early, which is simply chilling.

"Obviously, everyone is so eager to kill each other with a knife, but they want to hug each other so comfortably to keep warm." The old man looked at Lin Nian in the photo and smiled, then looked at Sakurai and said something she didn't understand:

"Looks like him used to be, doesn't it?"