'At 9 a.m. on July 1, more than a battalion-sized stereotyped missile exploded in an outdoor classroom in the periphery of No. 39, killing 28 people and wounding 6 others, including a retired veteran teacher and five cursed sons. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ’

Taken to a dark, moldy concrete building, Rentaro waits at the door.

Raising his gaze, he repeatedly looked at the words on the door number several times, trying to restore the connection with the lost reality, but his consciousness suddenly wandered, and his thoughts were dry.

The door finally opened, and a police officer in his mid-thirty-five to forty years of age, wearing white nitrile rubber gloves, appeared and waved to Rentaro weakly.

Originally, I thought that at least the Tadajima Police Department, who I knew, came forward, but it seems that this place is not under his jurisdiction.

Rentaro silently greeted and walked in.

The interior is a concrete room about the size of three tsubos.

The lighting is dim, and the smell of incense sticks fills the air.

There are plenty of stretcher beds covered with white cloth in the room, and there is a sour smell that is characteristic of summer.

There are more than 20 in total. The next room seems to have that too.

Rentaro really wants to shout at you to stop in moderation, this can't be reality, and immediately wake me up from this stupid dream and go back to my daily life.

He really wanted to yell like that.

However, no matter how much you wait, the nightmare never ends.

The blank-eyed detective spread his hands with an expression of no one else: "Well, it's great that you're willing to come along, please confirm." ”

After finishing speaking, he immediately lifted the messy white cloth.

The disgusting smell of blood suddenly spread, and Rentaro covered his mouth and closed his eyes desperately.

The object in front of you is a reality that has been evading but cannot be denied.

Rentaro realized that he would probably have nightmares every night and swallow the urge to vomit.

It took a while for the churning stomach to calm down, and the first thing I heard was the air conditioner running.

"Damn...... Such a thing was done. ”

Rentaro kept shaking his head at the corners of his mouth, and asked slowly, "Those five children...... Are they alright?"

The police officer handed Rentaro rubber gloves, and he himself wore a white gas mask, and said while writing it down in his notebook, "I was not lightly injured." It was supposed to be to increase the lethality, there were many fragments of the bomb in it, but fortunately, those children had strong vitality and had already woken up, and they were all next door. ”

Next door......

Rentaro's heart thrashed.

How pitiful must those children be to see their former companions die here?

Reminded by the officer, who seemed to have no ill will towards the Cursed Child, Rentaro finally reacted.

"The deceased was a cursed son without an identity card or household registration. Please help prove their identity. ”

The officer's voice interrupted Rentaro's thoughts, and he turned around and asked:

"Where's Mr. Matsuzaki?"

"Oh, that uncle. Although it was fine, I passed out due to excessive shock. ”

Rentaro turned his head to look at the desperate number of stretcher beds around him, and silently took the rubber gloves.

These objects used to be their own students. How could there be such a stupid thing.

Action had to be taken, but Rentaro instinctively sensed the bottomless despair and couldn't move.

It's just that such emotions are buried by endless despair after a while.

Every time Rentaro lifts the white cloth, he sees a new hell.

Rintaro cheered up his frustrated heart, looked at the detective who was holding the information folder in one hand, and wrote out the girls' names one by one.

This assignment is strikingly similar to the morning roll call.

It's just that the cheerful 'arrival' of the past will never sound again.

How do the prisoners who committed this crime feel today?

Do you laugh because you think it's going well, or do you feel very good, or do you feel a little bit of self-blame?

But......

"No matter what, I won't forgive you!" Rentaro silently swore.

The long hand of the clock is almost complete, and the hellish torture is finally over.

Rentaro was so tired that it was not easy to even maintain his standing position.

But he can't fall yet.

Dragging his tired body, Rentaro came to the next room and pushed the door open weakly.

Inside was a simple hospital bed, on which an unusually old-looking middle-aged man was lying with a hanging bottle.

At the side of the hospital bed, there was a row of girls sitting on it, the tears on their faces had not yet dried, and when they saw Rentaro walking in, they let out a low sobbing sound, trying to restrain themselves, for fear of waking up the old teacher on the hospital bed.

Mr. Matsuzaki was also at the scene at the time of the explosion, but it seemed that the disaster had just been averted, but he also fell ill due to excessive shock.

Six pairs of eyes looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Rentaro had never felt like he was so weak. But how do you deal with these children?

Do you tell them that you will bring the offender to justice?

No kidding, you don't even know who is doing it!

At this moment, the door behind it creaked open again.

"Lotus...... Rentaro?" a weak voice came in.

Rentaro looked back and saw that it was Yeonzhu, she was haggard, her eyes were red from crying, and her face was pale and bloodless.

"Why are you here!?Didn't you let you accompany Brother Nagato in the hospital?" Rentaro's heart slammed, she never wanted Yeonjoo to face the sinister hearts of these people.

But creation is often designed by mediocrity, and the more you run away, the more it will come to you, as if it wants to turn the sky completely gray.

Yanzhu pursed her mouth: "He asked the family to come over...... The concubine wanted to see them for the last time. ”

Rentaro's brow furrowed.

Such a tragic death......

"Yanzhu, don't go, they've already..."

"People know. But that's why people want to see it even more. ”

Yanzhu struggled to hold back her tears, her eyes firm: "People must always remember." ”

Rentaro felt like he was about to breathe in pain.

Yanzhu looked very calm when she looked at the bodies of her companions, but she still couldn't help but whimper.

Twenty-eight people, all of whom watched them all, remembered their faces firmly.

The children may have been broken, but there was no fear on their faces, and they were calm.

According to the five survivors, it was the children who teamed up to protect Matsuzaki after they completed their mission.

Eventually, Yeon-joo seemed to have lost all her strength and fell into a deep sleep in Rentaro's arms.

After placing the crying Yanzhu, Rentaro walked to the top floor, pushed open the iron door, and the strong wind blowing from the side hit him.

As in the morning, the clouds are still moving frighteningly fast.

Rentaro walked over to the barbed wire, grabbed it with his left hand, and looked up at the albino megalith.

The civilian police cannot cry for everyone who dies.

You have to learn how to freeze your emotions.

Before leaving, Yeon-joo even smiled calmly to avoid his worry, but Rentaro's sense of crisis only increased when he saw this.

He was not at ease with such a Yanzhu.

He pulled out a stack of exam papers from the backpack in his right hand.

It was the "Future Dream" that the students wrote after the quiz in order to pass the time.

Idols, actresses, pastry chefs, nurses, brides.

There is a lot of hope on the top, but those dreams will never come true.

The murder was followed by the bombing, what is it that makes the hearts of the residents of the Tokyo area so devastated in their hearts?

In Rentaro's past understanding, human beings are truly social creatures with a high degree of intelligence and morality, and they are also the beings closest to God.

So why kill each other like animals?

Why do they destroy each other's dreams and hopes?

What is the reason for repeating such stupid acts?

Bastard - Rentaro cursed in his heart. What the hell are you thinking?

。 Those who really need help are the children.

Suddenly, a strong wind blows through the roof, filling Rentaro's uniform.

The exam paper in his hand was also blown into the sky, drawing arcs in the air, turning and flying.

Rentaro desperately grabbed the barbed wire, and his body was still shaking.

I'm sorry everyone, it's all my fault, I'm really sorry.

Rentaro gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky.

A huge stone monument in the distance seemed to press against his chest.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his arms vibrate.

Seeing the caller's name, Rentaro hesitated a little, and finally pressed the call button.

It's a tendo wood.

“...... Are you alright?"

"I'm ashamed to be a normal human like those guys. Those guys are laughing and trampling the Cursed Son, but on the other hand, they are expecting us to take down Aldebaran...... And I had to do it...... Damn!"

"That kind of thing should be understood from being a police officer. You're going to keep it going, Satomi-san. Because you are a police officer, you must uphold the ...... of justice."

"Kigen-sama-sama!" Rentaro suddenly interrupted Kisara-chan in a rough tone, he had never been angry with this childhood sweetheart, "Tell me, what justice is in this dunghole-like world!?"

"It's not like that, Satomi-san, that's why we have to fight. After we win to save the Tokyo area, perhaps more people will change their minds and abandon their hatred. Didn't Satomi also say in front of the children, 'Be patient.' Besides, don't think about revenge or anything like that?' Did you say that in front of your children just to be handsome? Probably not? Please, Satomi-san, let the right light shine on your spirit, and don't give up your righteous heart. ”

"Hehe, righteous heart...... What a high-sounding statement. Rentaro reached out and pressed his temple and shook his head: "What other face do I have to fight beside Yeonzhu......"

"I don't know. But you can't escape Yanzhu. ”

"The police industry is really rotten. ”

But because of this, there is value in engaging in it. ”

Rentaro looked at the sky and exhaled heavily.

"Have you calmed down a bit?" asked in a soft voice.

"Well, thank you, Miss Kisara. ”

Mu Geng let out a narrow laugh: "It seems that I am also a woman who does my best. But I'm going to tell you a piece of news that's not so good. ”

"What?"

"I have a way out of this bombing. Those metal missiles were transferred from Army Unit 13, and the colonel commander of the unit was a member of the cabinet family, so ......"

Rentaro's breath stagnated.

The cabinet family, the family of the guy who has a more marriage contract with Tiantongmu.

Not long ago, they had disclosed the atrocities of the Cursed Son, and Rentaro had been wondering why they had suddenly disappeared, only to hear them again, and it was actually this thing.

It should have been thought of a long time ago.

Rentaro squeezed out murderous words from between his teeth.

"Atsuro in the cupboard!"