"That's it, it's done."

The black wife breathed a sigh of relief.

"yes, it's over."

Looking at Huang Quanchuan, who was talking with other guards, Mitsuki Haihara's voice seemed to be far away.

This is an unclear metaphorical expression. Unlike the black wife, what he said was the end.

It's just the end of it......

The back of his head was suddenly gently patted from behind.

Although this move was just a gesture of closeness, Mitsuki Haihara did not hide from it.

Dome blinked cutely, the black wife's action was actually very familiar to her. In fact, she herself is the one who most often encounters such behavior. She used to wonder how her brother had such a habit. Now, the answer is clearly in sight.

"Don't think too much, it's done." The black wife repeated her words. "Nothing, no follow-up. Next, it's not your business, it's not ours. ”

Mitsuki Umihara pursed his lips and glanced at him obliquely.

"I don't think I'm that noble."

Things have reached such a point that it can be said that it has exceeded everyone's expectations. If it's a younger sister, maybe I'll feel more or less responsible. But he's different, and if no one can do better, he doesn't think it's his responsibility. That's not his habit.

"Is that what you think?" The black wife smiled bitterly and shook her head. "If that's what you think, that's a good thing."

What the hell is he talking about?

Mitsuki Umihara moved his brows. But the black wife didn't explain further, he folded his wrists and turned to Gufa and the others, who were confused.

"Come on."

“……”

This is a move that could not be clearer and does not require any explanation.

Unlike Mitsuki Umihara, who is a collaborator, Kuro's wife provoked the incident on her own initiative. Whatever his purpose, there can be no doubt about it.

In other words, Kurotsuma's actions are illegal.

But Gufa hesitated, and to be honest, it wasn't like her.

"Meiwei."

The black wife urged.

No one bothered, even Mitsuki Haihara, who was originally full of doubts, temporarily put away the idea of continuing to ask.

After a moment, Gufa raised his head and said solemnly:

"Black wife Mianliu, I arrest you on suspicion of violent assault."

Yes, this is the current solid method, which is in line with the solid method in the impression of Mai Trin and others.

Dome looked at them intently, as if there was some indescribable feeling. She even sighed softly and imperceptibly faintly, and her side face was full of mixed emotions.

The only difference is the past, and in any case, the present will eventually become the only one.

"I'll intercede for you."

Huang Quanchuan said at this time. From her standpoint, this seems to be taken for granted. However, when she said this, she glanced at Mitsuki Haihara more.

Although it is just a glance, it makes it easy for anyone to understand the cause and effect.

Haiyuan Mitsuki was silent for a moment before he spoke:

"The fight from two years ago, I'll wait until the end."

For such a tone, the black wife was not unhappy. He just smiled bitterly.

"It's been delayed for too long. In the last round, you should be the one who wins. ”

"But that's only known if you've been beaten, isn't it?"

"Yes, I only know until I fight." After a wry smile, the black wife looked at him and shook her head in a sharp tone. He clenched his fists and smacked Mitsuki Umihara in the chest, speaking in a voice that only the two of them could hear. "Protect the people you hold dear most, no matter what."

The last sentence is very faint, so faint that it can even give the illusion that he didn't say anything.

For a moment, I didn't know what this meant. But after coming to his senses, he couldn't ignore the disturbing element of this sentence.

Then, Kurotsuma shrugged and turned to Gufa again.

"By the way, is the chest too tight in this leather jacket?"

Kurotsuma turns the conversation elsewhere.

After a moment of silence, Mitsuki Haihara gave up the idea of asking.

_

"Brother?"

At some point, the dome changed to an honorific.

Usually, she only uses more intimate-sounding honorifics when the siblings are alone. And this time, it's no exception.

Only this time, there was no response to his sister, who had always loved him very much, and the boy was silent.

And, it's a long, very, very long time.

Finally, I stopped returning home. Mitsuki Umihara's hand slowly lifted and reached for the pocket of his shirt.

From his pocket, Mitsuki Umihara took out something.

It looks like a shoddy part that has been discarded for years. No, it's not even a part, it's a piece of metal like garbage.

It was a key that seemed to have been made by hand with the finest hand.

Qiongno's eyes widened in surprise, she didn't have the slightest impression that her brother had taken something like this when she went out this morning.

Indeed, it does not belong to Haihara Mitsuki.

At that time, when he was pounding his chest, Kurotsuma unknowingly put it in his pocket.

Unbeknownst to the public, Kuro's wife entrusted him with this key, this key of unknown significance.

"Don't you think it's strange?"

“？”

The dome tilted his head in confusion.

"Why do you need this key?"

Mitsuki Haihara's words made his sister's delicate eyebrows tangled.

It is common sense that the key is used to pick the lock. But the problem is that no matter how you think about it, this key seems redundant, very redundant.

What kind of lock can be opened by such a shoddy key? Taking a step back, what is the need to use a key to open such a lock?

No matter how you think about it, this is not normal. It's too abnormal.

"Unless ......"

Mitsuki Umihara raised his head, but closed his mouth as if he had nothing to say. It was so obvious that it was not even necessary to say it.

Unless, there is a reason why the lock cannot be opened. Then, the meaning of this key is even more worth playing.

"Brother......

Qiongno didn't know what to say, and she felt a little worried.

"It's fine." Mitsuki Umihara gently touched his sister's head, "If there is something wrong, it is impossible for the eldest brother of Kurotsuma to hand over the key to me." You know, he's the kind of guy who would rather face danger himself......"

Suddenly, the melody of Aino-P's famous song "Observing the Sky" sounded. The siblings reached for their pockets at almost the same time, but Qiongno's hand stopped in mid-air - her phone had not had time to be replaced with a new one after it had been broken.

After shaking his phone to his sister as a gesture, Mitsuki Umihara pressed the call button on his phone.

Eavesdropping on someone's phone is undoubtedly rude, and Dome takes a step back. She wanted to look away.

That's the only thing she wasn't able to do.

It's not polite, it's just because of my brother's side face.

I don't know what was said on the other side, Mitsuki Haihara's side face was full of complicated expressions.

Hesitation and joy, uneasiness and determination, fear and determination, whether contradictory or not, can be found on Mitsuki Umihara's face.

Hanging up the phone, Mitsuki Umihara put away the phone with a very slow movement. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

Then he silently stared at his sister, meeting the unbelievably beautiful two-colored eyes.

"Senpai is awake, but ......," he said, his words full of inexplicability, "she's gone." ”

_

"Huh?"

The black wife, who was sitting in the guard's car, clearly felt something.

This road seems too quiet.

The road is the circulation, the blood vessel of human society, and the materials passing through it are the blood flow of human society.

In Gakuen City, the distribution of roads is very scientific, so unless there is an accident, each street is burdened with the skill of 24-hour operation. This is an inevitable and irrefutable characteristic of a highly developed society.

But now, it's all perfectly still.

There was no clamor of people in a hurry, and no irritation of an impatient driver pressing the tweeter, it was just suddenly banned.

Monotonous, unbelievably monotonous.

This is certainly not true. Because just across the road, there is a lot of traffic.

The car stopped. The black wife watched the scene and tried to open the car door.

The door, which was supposed to be locked, was strangely opened at this point. The black wife didn't seem surprised, he got out of the car and moved his legs on the still road.

Two years ago, he had seen the same scene.

On the side of the road sat an old man, dressed as a traveler, with a large suitcase beside him. A snow-white flock of doves surrounded him. The old man pinched the finely chopped corn kernels and threw them to the ground, attracting the pigeons.

The black wife narrowed her eyes, and slightly, somewhat unnaturally, her expression flashed.

Then, he stepped forward.

It stands to reason that he can't leave the guard's surveillance at this time. But at this time, there was simply no one to stop his actions. As he went, the alarmed white doves flew up like waves, like parting the sea.

After a while, the black wife who came to the old man stopped.

Two years ago, he had the same scene, on his way to rescue Snake Valley.

“…… Thank you so much. ”

Facing the old man, the black wife said.

Bent down and thank the old man.

Slowly, the old man's hand at the corn stopped. He didn't even lift his head.

"I haven't done anything to be thankful for."

The old man's voice didn't sound as old as he looked.

"Yes, no."

The black wife reached out and carefully placed an item on the ground in front of the old man. It was an old, small piece of wood.

I don't know why, but two years ago, it was this little fragment that saved his life. In return, he kept the fragment and something for two full years.

The old man opened his palm and placed it on the side of his head, and then lowered it to the level. It was a gesture to let him go.

After confirming the old man's intentions, the black wife turned and left. He returned to the guard's vehicle and closed the door.

At the same time, the still streets began their daily operations and became noisy again.

Gradually, the white dove that had flown away flew back again. The old man still sat quietly on the side of the road, waiting for another visitor.

A few minutes after the guard's vehicle drove away, a young girl stepped out of the corner of the street. She walked quickly to the old man, and after giving him a puzzled look, she picked up the small piece of wood.

Then the girl saw the "secret".

She saw an "answer", a fragment of the world.

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It's been too long this time. Because at the request of others, I received an essay asking me to help write a history of Mu'awiyah's fortune. As a result, I wrote myself half to death, and I really shouldn't have accepted the commission casually.