02/07, 3 a.m. street.

Ritsu Sasashima, who was racing in the suburbs, slowly drove the car back to the hotel where he was staying, parked the car in the underground parking garage, and took the elevator to the floor where he was staying.

He dragged his tired body towards the bathroom, stripped off his clothes and turned the shower on the fullest, still flowing from his hair to his collarbone, sliding down his chest and into his waist.

Turning off the shower, picking up the white bathrobe placed aside, and trying to find the hair dryer in the hotel with wet hair, Ritsu Sasashima realized that his hands were trembling slightly when he held the hair dryer.

What would have happened if I hadn't been there just now?

The blurred image of flesh and blood came to mind, and after a moment of fear, Ritsu Sasashima took two steps back, his back against the cold marble wall, and his slender fingers reached into his hair to lift the bangs hanging in front of him.

The gaze was unfocused, staring vacantly at the tiled floor.

- "Is it past midnight?" Today is the day of that guy's death. ”

If it hadn't been for Ida's squad leader, Ritsu Sasashima would have forgotten about it.

It turns out that he has been dead for a whole year, and February 07 is his death day.

On this day last year, I thought of the four bullets that sank into my body, and the experience of being locked in a transparent glass cabin. He closed his eyes and didn't want to think about it, even though he already knew that the deadly bullet wasn't fired by him.

However, it was he who fueled the fire and sent himself into the abyss where there is no light in sight.

Bad memories can't be sifted out of her mind, and Ritsu Sasashima looks at herself in the mirror, clutches the hair dryer in her hand and begins to dry her hair. Since you have made up your mind to go to the cemetery, you have to dress modestly.

Two hours later.

Ritsu Sasasshima, who was resting in his hotel suite, walked out dressed and walked out, and instead of getting on a motorcycle, he hired a taxi as before.

After all, no one would ride a motorcycle in a suit, that would be too off-the-beaten.

He had searched for information about the name of "Sasashima Ritsu" with the laptop in his suitcase, and under the dual protection of the Metropolitan Police Department and the National Police Agency, he finally found the only piece of information about "Sasashima Ritsu".

That is an ordinary criminal policeman named "Sasashima Ritsu", who died in an accident on February 7 last year, and was buried in a monument in the rice flower cemetery.

I really didn't expect that they would prepare a tombstone for themselves, but the body was not found.

White shirt, black suit jacket, and pure black tie are also well tied, Sasashima Ritsu is rare to wear such a solemn outfit, and when he sees the words "Rice Flower Cemetery" after getting off the bus, his mood is inexplicably heavy.

How many people can understand the feeling of sweeping their own grave?

Ritsu Sasashima curled the corners of her mouth self-deprecatingly, and walked unhurriedly towards the cemetery.

Eventually, he found that his tombstone was placed in the center, which must have cost a lot of money, right? Is it because I am afraid that I will be lonely under Jiuquan to choose such a position?

The granite tombstone is dark gray and has no photographs on it, but it reads "Tomb of Ritsu Sasashima" very plainly, and even the ring name tablet below only has the name, age, date of birth, and date of death.

It's very good to be able to erect a monument, and Sashima Ritsu is very content, but it's always a little subtle to sweep his own grave.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the monument of the ring, as if he was feeling the life of Ritsu Sasashima .

What would they say here? Will anyone shed tears for me? ”

Ritsu Sasashima stared at the tombstone for a long time, and couldn't help but muttered to himself: "I guess that guy Jinpei should be the one who cries the most, you tell me, did he scold me here for a long time?" ”

"Hagiwara's words shouldn't make a sound of crying, he's quite face-saving. And he is not suitable for crying, crying for too long is not good for his eyes, he has already lost one eye, and he can't miss another one. ”

"The squad leader will definitely not cry, at most his eyes are red. It's because he's the class leader that he should be an example of 'not crying easily'. ”

"As for Jingguang......"

After Zero learned the news of his death, he must have reported it to the National Police Agency as soon as possible, right? Most likely the second person to know the news of his death, what kind of expression will he show?

Ritsu Sasashima was a little afraid to think about it, after all, in his heart, Jingguang was the person who pulled him out of his boring and meaningless life, a relatively special existence, like a brother who was not related by blood.

He must be very sad.

Thinking that Jingguang once suffered from aphasia, would he be so painful that he lost his language.

Ritsu Sasashima clenched his fists slightly, withdrew his gaze and turned his back, and as soon as he raised his head, raindrops fell on the tip of his nose.

It's raining.

Is it okay to cry at this time? But there seems to be no way to cry, his tears have dried up a year ago.

He slowly turned to look at his tombstone, and said in an indifferent tone: "You are really a sinner, let so many people grieve for you." ”

The flowers in his hand were not put down, after all, he didn't sleep here, did he?

Ritsu Sasashima stretched out her black umbrella and walked towards the entrance of the cemetery, it was almost time to report to the Metropolitan Police Department, and she couldn't be late for the first day of work.

"Matsuda, are you not careful? Last year's Calpis, this year's Calpis too! ”

"Long-winded! Have you forgotten that guy is Calpis! Who made his hobbies so few ... It's not my fault. ”

"What I prepared for Sasashima is flowers, it's still the freshest bouquet, and if he holds a bouquet of red roses, he can definitely charm thousands of girls."

"What about you? You didn't bring anything last time, but this time it's in this lunch box? ”

"The fish and chips that Ah Lu likes to eat, I didn't have time to prepare them last year, so I won't forget them this year."

Zhu Fu Jingguang has a strong dark circle under his eyes, and his temperament has changed a lot in just one year, and he has converged a lot of edge, if he is paired with a pair of round-framed glasses, he may be mistaken for a young professor at a university.

He smiled mildly: "It's just right to match your Calpis in Jinping, and you have everything you need to eat and drink." ”

The left hand holding the handle of the umbrella quietly switches to the right hand and lowers it down to hide its appearance as much as possible. Ritsu Sasashima just passed by the four of them, without saying hello or making eye contact, like strangers.

Maybe it can't be described as "like", they are indeed strangers who don't know each other now.

He can be called Ogier, or he can be called Akazawa.

Only it's no longer the one they say loves Calpis and fish and chips... A high-spirited teenager.

He stopped and turned around, his scarlet eyes staring at the four in the distance.

They weren't the only ones who passed by... And the light of hope he longed for.

He reached out and threw the flowers into the trash can at the entrance of the cemetery—

I woke up from a dream.

After all, he is the only one left on this road.