Chapter 83

As the only one of them who hadn't really been involved in a relationship dispute at all, Amuro felt like he shouldn't be here.

But now he is not only here, but also standing in the middle of the C position, facing the gin with □□.

This has nothing to do with you at all, does it?!

"Boyfriend?" In the silence, Amuro hooked his lips and barely pulled out a smile, "I'm not interested in falling in love with a young master, it's just a necessary identity disguise." ”

He clearly felt that Gin's tightly knit brow relaxed a little after confirming with the person next to him.

This guy is like a wolf guarding food!

Usually Gin's emotions are not very exposed, and people always can't figure out what he's thinking, but now his emotions are much bigger in his fantasy.

But how to behave like the original partner who came to catch the adulterer! Is Gin this image in his mind?!

The thought of this adjective makes his scalp tingle.

Before he could recover from the dizziness and shock, he heard Ley, who had not spoken next to him, speak.

"Oh? Are kissing and bundling your hair part of your role-playing? ”

In the next second, the silver-haired man's dark green eyes flashed with a strong killing intent.

Toru Amuro: ......

Shut up! Damn the FBI!

Only then did he know what it meant to lift a stone and shoot himself in the foot, and at that time, he pretended to press Columbeth against the window at Château Chaolu and kissed his hair, and not long ago tied his hair, all of which had a belated price at this moment.

Gazing at him with such murderous intent, Amuro turned silently to Columbai next to him, trying to see something in his expression.

It's a pity that in the illusion, the central character is expressionless, as if the competition has nothing to do with him, and even yawns.

Can you react a bit!

"It's just misplaced." He narrowed his gray-purple eyes, and a very obvious unhappiness flashed in his eyes when he looked at the person next to him, "Compared to this, you, a lover who has done everything he can, it is better to say less cool words on the side." ”

Ley's expression changed slightly.

The muzzle of the gun finally moved away from him and aimed it at the sniper with long black hair.

Before he could start reading the joke, Columbai, who was originally not interested in anything, looked up from the screen and motioned for Gin to move the □□ away, "Don't move him." ”

After speaking, the young master turned to the blonde man in the middle, with no expression, "He is not green-eyed, if he wants to kill you, he will kill you at will." ”

Toru Amuro:.

Hate all you green-eyed guys.

The only one who didn't have green eyes felt like he was being targeted by everyone here.

He almost wanted to lift his forehead and sigh.

The scene after that can be said to be that several horses can't pull it, and all the outrageous plots come in front of him, until he finally peels off the cocoon and restores the scene back to a scene he experienced a long time ago when Gin and Ley faced each other.

At the time, he thought that Gin still had this kind of affection for people, which could be called terrible, but he didn't expect that today's hall of memories would grasp the word terrible and give him a broadcast.

All the memories finally turned to pieces, and the blonde man woke up from his sleep with a frown, and met a pair of alien eyes.

When he saw Columbai's face, Amuro, who had just experienced a melee in the illusion, choked and almost pushed people away.

After this experience, he is afraid that he will have PTSD against these people.

Amuro sat up from the floor and spoke in a hoarse voice, "How long have I been unconscious?" ”

"I don't know, I just woke up." Seeing that this 'sleeping beauty' finally opened her eyes, Ikekawa Nai put down the long stick she used to poke the other party's face in her hand and patted the dust that didn't exist between her fingers, "The fame of this place is really not small. ”

The blonde man frowned, secretly looked at the person opposite, and after seeing that his face was as usual, he barely suppressed the vigilance in his heart.

The illusion that the two entered should have been separated, otherwise if Columbeth saw the scene on the rooftop at the beginning, he would definitely doubt himself. In this situation, it is either a separate environment, or it is a disguise.

Thinking of this, he sighed in his heart, and still turned over the vigilance he had just suppressed.

If guessing alone is too passive, since this building can extract people's memories, then it is best for him to act cautiously while also grasping what kind of handle about Columbeth.

Having made up his mind, he stood up and set out to inspect the room that had already been inspected by Columbeth.

When he saw the roof in the frame, the blonde man's heart tightened.

The picture is not too obvious, the excessive rain covers the entire rooftop, and if it is not for the impressive impression of this place, I am afraid that it will not be recognized at a glance.

But Columbai will not fail to be impressed by this place, after all, he helped Zhufu Jingguang fake his death and get out, but his current memory does not seem to have recovered.

Looking away from it, he saw another painting on the opposite side of the wall.

Unlike the rainy rooftop with [pain] engraved below the frame, the painting is clearly engraved with a positive word.

[Joy]

Next to her, Ikekawa looked away.

He had seen this frame when he was inspecting the room just now, but he didn't expect that after touching it with his hand, it would become another door. But he saw nothing, and the fog seemed to be trying to steal his memories to create the environment, but nothing came out except for a flash of blue.

So the blue color also came to the frame.

After seeing the picture on this painting, Amuro's expression was a little strange.

Standing in front of this picture, you can even smell the sea breeze, with a damp and salty wind blowing in your face, which makes you subconsciously think of summer and the beach.

Inside the painting is an ocean with no end in sight.

This is the happiest memory of Columbeth......

Isn't it a bit ordinary and excessive.

Surprised, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Columbai walked into a door related to [joy], but fortunately he entered this door, and if he had come in by himself, it is estimated that there would be cherry blossoms and a police academy on this painting.

After all, he knew that his happiest memory was probably related to the group of guys at the police academy.

If this picture really appeared, Ikekawa Nano could shoot him here and kill him directly.

But he really didn't expect that the happiest memory of the person next to him was actually just ...... Sea?

If you look closely at the rainy night that belongs to him, you will find a very faint black shadow, which is the person who has been smeared, and he also knows that it is the light of the scene.

But there is no special place in this painting that belongs to Columbai, and there is not even anyone else, and what is even more strange is that from the perspective of the painting, there is no beach below, and there is no object, and from this perspective, you are either sitting in a small boat or floating directly in the sea.

Even if you like the sea very much, you don't think that the memory of the sea is the happiest memory, right?

He looked at the black-haired man next to him with his peripheral vision, and found that a trace of confusion also flashed in the other party's eyes, as if he didn't even know that this memory was about the ocean.

Why the sea?

In fact, after the picture was formed, Ikekawa Na was confused at the same time.

He had never had such a vast ocean in his memory, or rather...... There was no sea in his memory.

It's a strange thing, or is it part of a forgotten memory, but why the sea? Would he really go to such a place under the gentleman's restrictions?

However, the man quickly suppressed the doubt in his heart, and interrupted the blonde man's thoughts in a cold voice, "Have you seen enough?" ”

"Seems like an important memory?" Amuro's gray-purple eyes flickered, and the smile on his face faded a little, "Since we don't want each other to probe into this kind of thing, it's better to take a step back." ”

Ikekawa nodded slightly, "Let's go." When you wake up, the door will open. ”

When he was inspecting the room just now, the blonde man noticed that there was an extra door in the room that was originally full of fog, which was obviously an exit. It's just that if the back is still this mode of handing over a memory to open a door, it will be more troublesome.

He walked to the door and didn't take the lead, and Ikekawa Na, who was next to him, frowned, and after looking at each other, he pushed the door open with him.

The moment they pushed the door open, all the lights dimmed, and when they walked out of the room, even the room behind them with the painting was gone.

The two of them stood in a long narrow hallway.

A huge explosion came from overhead, because it was so deafening, Ikekawa Na at first thought it was the sound of a huge building collapsing, but after two seconds of reaction, he realized that it was just thunder.

Thunder blasted through the windows and illuminated the corridors and the rooms in front of them, and in the blinding white light, everything changed its original color.

Amuro was turning his head to confirm the location of the person next to him, but when the lightning flashed, his gaze flashed over Coron's white face, and then quickly observed the corridor that was briefly illuminated.

He couldn't tell what it felt, it was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this hallway.

After waiting for everything to fall silent, the blonde man frowned, still not remembering why it was familiar, but his mind couldn't help but flash the lightning-illuminated face of Columbai just now.

Under the light, the color of his two eyes tended to be the same, but the center of the one on the left showed a strange and cumbersome pattern under the strong light.

Those eyes were like flowing silver.

After the lightning disappeared, everything in the hallway, including the figures of the two men, was hidden in the darkness.

Ikekawa Nai's completely cold expression was also masked by the night, he frowned, and briefly closed his eyes that couldn't suppress the killing intent at all.

Amuro couldn't tell what it was, but he could see it completely.

This is his villa, the place where he has lived for more than ten years and is closely linked to most of his life.

Even if all the decorations and all the ornaments were replaced with a medieval theme, he could tell from the layout at a glance that this was the villa!

After all, no villa has so many floor-to-ceiling windows in the hallway, and the gentleman who made him come overnight to modify it after he moved into the villa, just so that he would not find a reason to go out to see the scenery.

But why ......?

He just thought that the mechanism here was just whoever touches it first will merge into whom's memory, but when he pushed the door open just now, he even deliberately used the obscuration of his line of sight to be a little slower than the person next to him, and now it is his memory that merges with this strange building.

It's just like it's intentional.

Thinking of the virus that Dr. Nozawa mentioned earlier, he secretly gritted his teeth, and the sharp tips of his teeth slowly ran through his mouth, bringing a burst of pain that was much weakened by the virtual space.

He wanted to see what the electronic ghost that had made him choose the church was going to do something.

Suppressing his anger for a moment, he pretended not to notice anything and walked forward with Amuro, a corridor with many oil paintings, and the latter wanted to catch some clues from them, and stopped and looked through the light of lightning along the way.

"Huh?"

Upon seeing an oil painting, the blonde man stopped his movements and let out a brief question.

At this moment, the light of a new lightning bolt was about to dissipate, and the surrounding scenery was hazy, Ikekawa Na leaned over and quickly showed the same condensed look as the person next to him.

On the painting, there is a small freshly baked handprint, which seems to have been deliberately printed by a young child.

He is estimated to be about the same age as the boy named Conan Edogawa.

This trace was so new that it didn't fit in with an oil painting that was already a few years old, and after thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand and slowly clicked the picture with his fingertips.

Chongqing!

Perch!

The paint-covered surface of the paper was now slightly sunk into it like rain-soaked soil.

The light disappeared again, and the two stood still and waited quietly for a while, and when the lightning appeared again to illuminate the painting, the depression that Ikekawa had poked out just now had disappeared.

Instead, next to the disappearing depression, a freshly baked question mark.

(End of chapter)