In the headphones, Tang Zeyu's voice was brisk, "Then let's do it first."

The recording of MD Yao came to an abrupt end, and the back seat of Yao Gin said, "Finished listening? ”

Kir's thoughts stopped at that moment, like a human encountering an apex predator in the wild, and the danger of not having a top leaf overwhelmed her, she even trembled with her teeth, but the remnants of her body were only instinctive.

Instinctively manipulated Yao Shui had no mercy and nodded stiffly.

"Then let's meet." Gin said, "Dassai, come out."

See you.

Who to meet?

Why do you have to show yourself?

Gin Yao Action Group, hasn't it been a long time since there been any new members?

Kiel still had a glimmer of thought, so he frowned and doubted at that moment, and before the surface of the consciousness caught an answer, the doubts had quickly fermented into a huge panic.

The blood is connected to Yao's family, so she catches all the movement from the back seat, rubs the clothes when she gets up, supports the window with one hand, and is in the small space, and her head is on the roof of the car in a daze.

She was taking off her headphones, and that hand froze in the air for a moment, petrified from her fingertips to her shoulders, and suddenly there was a huge force that fixed her in place, as if she didn't look back, and time could freeze together, and not let the people in the back seat get up.

However, in the next second, the black-haired head immediately poked out of the seat. Black round-framed glasses, blue eyes and tails raised, Hondo Yingyu Yao's face is still a high school student's confused and shy look, and the smile on the corner of her mouth is so joyful, just like the two of them are at home in childhood, waiting behind the door every day to wait for Yao's younger brother, and see Sister Yao, who goes out early and returns late.

He was delighted and excited, exactly the same as the child who had greeted the porch, and even the arc of the Yao was familiar, but such a familiar arc should not appear here, on the gin Yao Porsche!

"Sister," Eisuke Hondo smiled happily, "Welcome back!" ”

*

The MD recorded the content of the leaf, which was enough to make the hearing of the treasure kill panic. In the midst of the nervousness, fear, and the accompanying huge tinnitus, it took a long time for her to understand what Tang Zeyu had said, and she couldn't notice that many MDs inadvertently recorded the details of Yao.

The sound of the soft clothes rubbing against Yao, and Yuyu Tangzawa's gentle voice, another breath behind Yao.

When he was recording, Tang Zeyu leaned on Gin's arms.

With a malicious expression, and a gentle and gentle tone, it is hard to believe that one person can accomplish two such contradictory things at the same time, and when he opened the door of the master bedroom, Tang Zeyu was still buried in the quilt, only a messy and soft black hair was exposed outside.

Gin followed his mouth and took the MD machine over and sat down on the pillow.

So the uplifted quilt moved, and the sleeping one was like some kind of warm liquid that went up against the current, unconsciously burrowed out of the quilt, and lazily rubbed on the gin.

He used to pill the back of his head on the pit of the gin neck, which was a position that Tang Zeyu loved to love. Not only does he like to lean here when he is awake, but also when he is more chaotic and upside down, his nose ...

The tip will also subconsciously lean over there.

- At that time, he probably didn't realize what he was doing, and he was even ignorant in his eyes, dazed like a newborn animal, instinctively looking for solace.

The warm snort spits on the skin, and there will be a little itching.

Just like the black hair on his head that was messy and rubbed on his face at this moment, the subtle touch sensations of the leaves were clearly reflected to the cerebral cortex through the nerve endings, magnifying into another, more subtle hints and impulses.

It's just that now Yu Tang Zeyu is too tired, so Gin just reached out to support his waist.

Gin had no doubt that the traitor would be too frightened to move by the implicit meaning of the words, and she might not be able to understand the meaning of the surface of the words. But under Tang Zeyu's calm voice, there is still a deep tiredness, in addition to the gentle and calm voice, his whole person is half-awake, the posture is not so much leaning, it is more appropriate to change to hanging, Gin Yao held him in his hand, so that he did not slide into the quilt again.

After saying a paragraph, Gin took him up: "Don't be in a hurry to record today." ”

In such a lazy and harmless state, Gin didn't want him to be seen by outsiders.

I can't hear it.

Even when he recorded MD Yao, his voice was sober and no longer like last night, everything was vague on the tip of his tongue and sobbed.

After Tang Zeyu finished speaking, he suddenly pressed his backhand to pause, raising the MD machine high. "No," he said willfully, "there won't be a chance next time." ”

At this distance, Gin could reach it as soon as he stretched out his hand, but he wrapped both hands around his waist, and there was no room for snatching Yao, so he had to shake his head and let him record.

After the recording, Tang Zeyu put the MD machine aside, and it took a long time before he didn't wear a good police uniform.

Gin went to the kitchen to bring him water, and when he came out, he was struggling with his tie, and the dressing mirror showed his hair, and like himself, yawning and making a mess. Gin said, "Or is it the Metropolitan Police Department?" ”

"Yes," Karasawa Yu said to him

Tsuyo took a sip of water, "Nakamori." He took a leave of absence tonight. ”

The black hair was curled up on the top of his head, and Gin reached out to help him press it: "If you don't want to go, you won't go." ”

"Isn't this a part-time job to support you?" Tang Zeyu said lazily, "I'll go back tonight." ”

His tie hadn't been tied until this time, and when Gin put down the water glass, Tang Zeyu consciously came up. The slender fingers of the leaf walked through the gray-brown cloth, and the messy strips of the leaf gradually became clear, and the gin Yao suddenly moved: "Is the time almost up?" ”

There was only one last step left in the tie, and Tang Zeyu sighed and looked up at him.

The dark green eyes were reflected in the dark black pupils, and at that moment Gin felt that he was staring at himself intently, and he was the only one in the whole world.

Yuyao Karasawa Yuyao's right hand gently covered his left hand holding the cloth Yao, so the last movement of Gin Yaoyao stopped.

"I'll come back," Tang Zeyu suddenly smiled: "Why don't you pick me up?" ”

When he avoided answering, Gin knew that he was actually subconsciously running away. Gin didn't say anything, holding his tie in his hand, but he tightened it quietly for a moment. Then Tang Zeyu said again: "Come here." ”

This sentence dragged on for a long time, and he was used to using the coquettish technique.

Gin said, "What if it's tonight?" ”

That's a...

The sun is faint in the afternoon, the evening breeze is dull and the clouds are overcast. Whether the building on the other side of the window was illuminated by the setting sun, he couldn't remember clearly, everything in the picture was gray, only Tang Zeyu's dark eyes, except for the fog as clear as glass, and would appear in the gin dream for countless times after that.

"But that's Pandora," Tang Zeyu's eyes curved, and he said helplessly and tolerantly, "You know, I can't risk your life." ”

"What if?" Gin whispered, "Or did you go as planned?" Wouldn't I be a bad person? ”

"Aren't you?" Tang Zeyu blinked innocently, "Me too." ”

He walked backwards out the door, and until he left, he had been looking at Gin Yao, his eyes were focused, his eyes were unblinking, and in the last few steps Gin finally caught up, so he pulled his sweater and gave him a kiss at the door.

*

There has never been such a moment, Tang Zeyu hated his own observation so much, all Yao thoughts were windless and automatic, and they disturbed Yao and set aside the appearance, pointing directly to the answer behind the fog.

Tang Zeyu whispered, "It's him...... Is that right? ”

Under the pouring rain, the fire still burns. The swaying shadow had disappeared, and it seemed that a long time had passed, and when the heavy rain had stopped, the blades of the helicopter blades had rotated again, and the same shadow had come against the light...... He withdrew his eyes as if in burning pain.

On the other end of the phone, he breathed silently.

Rubbing shoulders in a dimly lit tavern.

Look at each other behind the dark windows.

In the background of the burning leaves, block the hands of the debris.

Tang Zeyu said firmly: "It's him." ”

But in the past, Yu Tang Zeyu couldn't see himself now, so he naturally couldn't answer. It's all like an absurd mime; Outside the transparent barrier, the scene of reincarnation and death; Lighting a cigarette, the past is a Yu Tang Zeyu; Throughout the gin, and I had lung cancer.

Tang Zeyu lowered his head and turned to the ground, where there were already many cigarette butts, countless cigarette butts connected into a trajectory, extending from his feet to another person's hands.

Farther away, the cigarette had rotted and decayed, blending into the pitch-black floor, and then the cigarette butt gradually freshened, until the cigarette was lit between the index and middle fingers of Hiroyo Karazawa.

Holding a cigarette, it is a pair of cartoonist hands with a pair of hand of cartoonist, the index finger and middle finger are twisted and deformed due to the perennial holding of the pen, and when it picks up the cigarette, it has another extremely strange beauty.

The time and space here is chaotic, and in the past, Yao himself was in the chaotic time and space, how long did he experience it?

A week, a month, a quarter or even years?

Tang Zeyu is difficult to judge.

He didn't dare to look back, so he had to look at himself silently.

It is indeed a very suitable hand for holding a cigarette, with slender knuckles, thin joints, and pale blue veins under the skin, like some kind of silently dormant animal, it seems that it will break out of the body in the next second. In the past, Yu Karasawa exhaled a long puff of white smoke, from the chin to the neck, it turned into a tight angle, like a swan desperately looking up at the end of life.

So desperate, so beautiful.

...

After countless setbacks and failures, he will still come here, at the end of countless parallel times and space, the cause and effect overlap on the other side, lonely and silent, watching himself die to his lover.

Even if there was no Karasawa Yu in the Conan Yao world at that time, Gin didn't know him.

He just stood there, lit a cigarette, and watched silently.

Over and over again.

Case5 FIN.