Yu Karasawa spent the first half of the night and the second half of the night.

mottled and broken fragments flew before his eyes; Dim or bright scenes, depressed or high emotions, consciousness as it passes through those dreams like an actor, fully engaged, and then forgotten in the next second.

Some of them kept chasing him from behind, unable to shake off no matter how much they ran, and he repeated between despair and struggle, until the endless front - the thick darkness fell, cutting off the "commotion" and sound.

A warm embrace is like a river.

His feet were empty, submerged in his face, and the texture of his "woolen" coat was like river water, soft and flowing over his chest.

The part that is close is warm, and the back of the child is cold.

He didn't want to turn over, but he wanted to let this heat wrap his whole body in, so he had to drill in a daze.

So the man raised his hand and brushed it against his cheek with no light or heavy force. From the back of his neck, his back, and finally his waist, he held it firmly in his arms, not completely sunken, but it was no longer cold.

The sleeping man finally showed his posture of "revealing", he rubbed himself into the most comfortable position in the crook of his arm, and fell into a deep dream;

Deeper, deeper dreams, Tang Zeyu saw gin.

He was sitting on the wall of the police academy, and the moon hung there.

The corners of the pitch-black coat drooped down with the bent legs, hidden in the darkness under the wall, and there was a book on the knees, but there was no sign of reading. Perhaps the book was just a consolation for time, for his gaze apparently slipped more often to the watch in his right, the metal dial refracted in the moonlight with a dazzling silver glow.

In a trance, he could hear the second hand moving, tick-tock, tick-tock, answer.

Is he waiting for me? Tang Zeyu thought a little "confused".

So he lowered his hand, and now he held a window frame under his palm. Seeing the material of aluminum alloy, he remembered that the texture should be frozen; Suddenly, the cold feeling revived, and Tang Zeyu withdrew his hand.

The surrounding scene unfolded in turn, a window, a wall, a desk, and the dormitory was shrouded in a deep dark silence, illuminated by moonlight.

This is the dormitory of the police academy, although Tang Zeyu has not been here yet, but he just knows.

The desk is not empty, and in the center of the countertop, there is a book in the right place.

To be precise, it was a heavy black cowhide notebook, and Tang Zeyu reached out to hit it. Somehow, he was not in a hurry, although Gin was still waiting outside the window, but he didn't mean the door, and some kind of subconscious pampering and arrogance made him check his notes unhurriedly.

On the first page, on the blank paper, only the equation for the black "color" is written:

“6-4=1。”

What does that mean? Tang Zeyu's thoughts were briefly stagnant, and his visual comprehension seemed to be cut off suddenly.

He didn't have any reason to get anxious, and he flipped back, but every page was the same blank paper, and every page had the same equation written on it. The black handwriting suddenly caught fire, and his eyes burned in an instant, Tang Zeyu took notes, took two steps back, and in the jumping firelight, the pitch-black handwriting curled up into a rust-like red "color", like dried blood:

Da-da-da.

The footsteps of approaching came, and Tang Zeyu subconsciously didn't want people to enter this dormitory, but at the moment he turned around, the door behind him closed.

The wind in the dream came in fiercely, and the moment Gin got up, Tang Zeyu raised up and grabbed him.

Outside the window, a distant, dark night "color" rose, the moon had long sunk below the horizon, but the morning sun had not yet risen.

It was the darkest time before dawn, and the sky was nothing.

People who are still dreaming, even subconsciously don't want him to go, but the time to leave has come.

Swaying in the darkness, Gin sighed lowly, reached out and broke his fingers curled up on his "woolen" coat inch by inch, and then interlocked his fingers more tightly.

Waiting is a torturous thing.

The visible future looks like a final trial, and death row inmates tear off their calendars page after page before execution. Time flies like quicksand, he can only grasp the remaining warmth more tightly, as long as he needs, he will come, but now he must go.

The ten fingers that were clasped tightly were divided again, and Tang Zeyu's eyelashes trembled uneasily, black

The shadow of "color" is like a bird falling on the treetops.

I wish that branch was for me.

Gin thought. Before leaving, he left a kiss on the top.

The dream before dawn was finally free of waves, calm as a rest morning; Tang Zeyu opened his eyes and saw the light passing through the white "color" curtains, and the chaotic time and space made him "confused" for a moment.

I don't know why, he thinks there should be another body temperature around him.

As the night passed, the symptoms of Tang Zeyu's fever finally subsided, and the school doctor was still observing, so he had to wait boredly in some practical classes.

His spirit was still sluggish, not sure if it was because of his illness, or because of the frustration of not waking up at night.

"Hey, little Tang Ze, give me the basketball!" Kenji Hagiwara shouted from afar.

"Listen to him! The penalty is ours, what are you doing with the ball? Matsuda scolded, "Throw it this way!" ”

Yu Karasawa on the side of the basketball court, and finally threw the ball to Zero Valley.

The four people on the field are 2v2, and there is no winner until the end of the lunch break, and Ban is in love.

There is no sign of ending in the retrospective, "shooting" classes, English classes, and culture classes...... The time spent at the police academy is like an unreasonable summer day, which makes people warm and melt quickly.

Time passed unconsciously, and half a day passed, and Tang Zeyu had completely integrated into the original team of five.

This is a kind of youthful rampant enthusiasm, unreasonable and vibrant, like a star that cares about the heat. As long as they recognize you—and don't even need your attitude to reciprocate—the friendly invitation will come menacingly, like a kraft candy that can't be shaken off.

Tang Zeyu pondered for an afternoon, but he couldn't find a reasonable way to refuse to leave, and by this time they had all changed their names to kara.

"When I first learned," Zhu Fu Jingguang sat down next to him wiping his sweat, "we all think you're quite cold." ”

"It's happening, right?" Hiroshi Karasawa.

"But it's not hard to get along with." All the scenery is light at the same time.

Tang Zeyu's words paused, and Zhu Fujing smiled gently.

The blue cat's eyes made him look a little cunning: "Motor Zero made a bet, but now it's the motor that loses-"

Matsuda Jinpei shouted, "Hiro! Nope! ”

The bottle of water was thrown over with these words, and the words that followed disappeared in the action of Zhu Fu Jingguang pouring water, and he: "I won't spoil it, you can go and ask them." ”

Tang Zeyu was still a little unclear, and the bell for class rang across the campus at this moment.

Until the sun went down at night, the words of the light of the day still lingered in his mind.

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In fact, Tang Zeyu was a little surprised, in an unfamiliar environment, he subconsciously put on the usual expression and attitude of the "Tang Ze Police Department" after many years, but he didn't expect that there was such a big difference from himself in the police academy.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's description, he is completely a flower of kaolin that does not ring; As a result, there is a huge contrast between his performance before and after amnesia, and this change in attitude may be the reason for his rapid acquaintance with others, and the five-person signal has received feedback.

But when he stood in front of the window of the dormitory, belatedly trying to figure out this matter, it was too late, Tang Zeyu's existence had already been integrated into the five-person group by default - now it was a six-person team, and it was hard to imagine that this was just a passing day.

Karasawa Yu was silent for five minutes at the night breeze, and then decided to hand over the mess to his former self - you made me sick anyway.

I don't know how long there is left in the backtrack, and Tang Zeyu plans to turn over his dormitory.

This was the first time he had seen his dwelling.

A simple and clean single room, which looks deserted because it is too neat, folded into tofu blocks, the wardrobe only has uniforms, and the bookshelves are empty.

After Tang Zeyu rummaged through the cabinets, he felt that this was not like a living person.

The remnants of the dream made him vaguely recall a black cover, and he didn't remember the rest.

Tang Zeyu opened the drawer, and there was a black-skinned notebook in front of him.

The "sex" pen in the branch next to it

, has been written to only half a centimeter of refill, strangely enough, the notebook is torn in half, but there is not a word on it.

On the floor of the bathroom, there was some black ash scattered, and Tang Zeyu turned in, and his thoughts were at this moment.

- He seemed to realize how the half of the tore up notebook was gone.

This is his habit when thinking, always holding a pen and a piece of paper in his hand. He seems to be able to see his former self at the table: in the dead of night, he sits in front of the window, slowly using inflection points to fold lines, connecting the deductions of the cuts.

The chaotic thoughts are constantly revised according to the details and events of life, and then he holds up the paper, and the image memory will engrave the content of the drawing into his mind.

Tang Zeyu lifted the locket above the pool, and saw a lighter in front of him.

At the end of each thought, the ending is that he walks into the bathroom.

The tongues of paper slowly devoured and the ashes rushed down the drain, leaving no trace.

“……”

What was I thinking at the time?

Returning to the table, Yutakawa pulled the chair, and his muscle memory allowed him to quickly find the most comfortable position on it, so he knew that this was the state he was thinking in front of his notebook. Subconsciously, he lifted.

In the most conspicuous part of the windowsill, there is a thin vase of glass, and a rose is "inserted" on the face.

"In the past, in the police academy, there were flowers on your desk, but I didn't expect that after so long, your habits still haven't changed."

Tang Zeyu was slightly crooked. Why didn't he see it before?

Is it that the vase has been there for too long, so the habit of "sex" is neglected?

The deep darkness of the night rises, and the glass bottle glows as if it is holding a bottle of moon.

With this rose, Tang Zeyu gradually remembered more things from the past, and this morning he woke up in the infirmary, but he forgot the nightlight.

Why would I forget about it?

Because it was no longer in place when it opened its eyes, it was placed on the ground, avoiding direct gaze.

Tang Zeyu suddenly realized something and stood up urgently.

The chair thrust and screeched.

The spring night outside the window is like a picture scroll, and the light gray clouds are lit up, like transparent ice and snow.

The clean and lonely canopy of heaven showed a deep blue that slowly faded from the paint, and a silver light sprinkled it all over it, from which a few stars emerged, and farther away, the black "colored" sea of trees lit up the outline.

This is the lowest level of the scroll, when there is no wind, they are as silent as the deep sea, no silk shines through, but the sinking moon "color" is clothed with a layer of silver veil for them; So the top leaf tips swayed slightly, and the outline emerged from the darkness in a smooth arc, then the second piece, then the third piece. The whole sea of trees is illuminated exquisitely, every leaf is clear, it comes from a distant place, slowly transitions from dark black to dark green, and finally stops on the brick wall of the police academy, on the dark "color" wall, there is a silver "color" person.

This is a low wall on the edge of the police academy, which has collapsed in the middle and is abruptly recessed. Countless people sneaked past it, and the instructor turned a blind eye and didn't care.

Gin had a book on his lap, and he was waiting for him.

Man's backtracking seems to be for this moment.

The whistling wind swayed the whole sea of trees, the silver "color" tulle was scattered and woven, and the wind brought his breath, cold and solemn, the smell of tobacco sunburned by the moon.

Hearing the movement, Gin put down his book, just in time to see Tang Zeyu running over with an unsteady breath, his speed should have been running, and when he reached the end, his steps became slower and slower, slower and slower, and finally stopped a few steps away from Gin.

His eyes flickered and hesitated, his gaze was familiar, but there was no intimacy as usual, and Gin Eye understood what was going on.

He closed the book.

"Coming back?"

Tang Zeyu froze for two seconds, as if there was a fierce conflict of contradictory thoughts in his mind, and a long time passed.

As soon as he came, Gin walked over, and he put the Sherlock Holmes detective book on the wall casually, and as he approached, Tang Zeyu retreated uncontrollably, and then his current evasive attitude may also be a kind of injury, so his half-raised steps also stopped.

"Did you see him?"

Tang Zeyu shook his head, and immediately said, "...... It's almost there. ”

A few steps away from him, Gin's footsteps finally stopped, and his dark green eyes looked at him heavily. Tang Zeyu suddenly realized the true intention of setting up this backtrack, and his eyes widened in an instant.

Back seven years ago, he already knew the conditions of not being recorded and observed by the comics, and all the meetings after this were safe...... This is the reason why Gin waited after seven years!

But after the first year of Conan, with the beginning of the comics, some dates are blurred, and even Valentine's Day is repeated over and over again, how should he tell Gin this time?

Yu Karasawa blurted out: "Movie! ”

The curtain that he had experienced appeared in front of him, and after thinking about it at high speed, he finally found the only certain date: the date between "Mao" Leland and Kudo Shin, the premiere day of the movie "Red Line"!

The beating heart finally gradually subsided, Tang Zeyu's eyes briefly darkened, his control of his body was disappearing, and the time to go back was almost over.

Suddenly, his eyes were inexplicably sour, the belated pressure of grievance, and the misty light filled the entire field of vision in an instant, and he tried his best to open his eyes, trying to engrave the last image into his mind.

"......," Tang Zeyu gritted his teeth and said, "You will come." ”

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