Very good, the Central Plains must also be sent by God to restrain him.

Yuichi Takigawa had another nightmare that night, so much so that when he was assigned the task the next day, he almost wrote a few words of lack of energy on his face.

"Dazai."

"Um?"

"I didn't seem to say that I would go on a mission with you."

Perhaps because the weather was a little hot, Yuichi Takigawa tied his long hair into a high ponytail today. He was wearing a shirt with two loose buttons at the neckline, and a slightly broken face on the graceful neckline.

But Dazai didn't feel his extreme sadness at all, instead he rolled his eyes in a good mood: "I know, I came here by myself."

good guy. He didn't even pretend.

Takigawa Yuichi masked his pain, and could only comfort himself with "maybe Dazai's weakness will be found throughout the day".

"Whatever you want." Yuichi Takigawa said, he threw out the spare communication tool in his pocket, and only turned around when he confirmed that Dazai had received it, "Remember to wear headphones when you act."

Dazai Osamu blinked, he neither refused nor agreed, just tightened the small object in his palm and put it into his pocket together with his hand.

The guy who was brought back from Zhongya took poison and committed suicide——Osamu Dazai only got the news this morning.

While complaining that the recent subordinates are really becoming more and more useless, he used his position to call up the report submitted by the torture team.

——There is someone else who wants to kill Yuichi.

This is the conclusion that Osamu Dazai came to after reading 2,000 words of nonsense.

Although the easiest way to verify is to find out the evidence of the original poison transaction, but the other party cleverly used false information, which caused him to work hard for a morning without a clue.

That's why Osamu Dazai is standing here.

The boy looked gloomy as he stared at the white back in front of him, but he showed a well-behaved smile when Takigawa Yuichi turned back strangely.

...Help, Osamu Dazai definitely wanted to kill him just now.

Yuichi Takigawa pretended to take his eyes back unaware, trying to ignore Dazai's existence and focus on his current mission.

——Kunihiko Kitahara, 34 years old, former head of the sales department of Dongjing Shoji Co., Ltd., and the biggest suspect in the current serial murder case.

When he walked out of the police station hall under the reporter's flashlight, Yuichi Takigawa was standing beside him at a distance.

A cunning guy who can turn the police, and even society as a whole - there is only one way to catch him.

There is a reason why Kitahara Kunihiko put the victim's body in a garbage bag and placed it in the middle of the road.

In criminal psychology, they often call such criminals narcissistic paranoid personality.

This type of guy not only tends to return to the crime scene after the incident, but is even satisfied with the exposure of his "work".

Takigawa Yuichi sat down at a roadside cafe and glanced blankly at the news broadcast in the window.

"Now there is an urgent news, there is a major homicide near Ichimoku-cho in our city, the police remind, if it is not necessary..."

It's about time.

Takigawa Yu glanced at the gloomy sky.

Huge crowds gathered outside the yellow cordon, and swarms of reporters scrambled to take pictures.

When the hour hand reached 5, Yuichi Takigawa finally turned off the phone.

He released his hand holding his chin, and his indifferent gaze followed a figure in the crowd.

The boy laughed suddenly, his eyes did not move, but he said to Dazai next to him: "I didn't lose the earphones I gave you just now, Dazai-kun."

"Listen carefully. If you encounter a difficult person, I expect you to save me."

This is a commercial building. If you take the sightseeing elevator next to it, you can go directly to the top floor.

Yu Takigawa stood up unhurriedly, watching the crowd shrinking under his feet, knocking off the lock on the rooftop door with one shot, and then slowly walking to the other side of the building.

boom

At a height of fifty meters, the teenager took a shortcut, and when he stood up with his legs bent, he was already in a rugged alley.

Kitahara Kunihiko was obviously taken aback by this supernatural scene, but his strong psychological qualities quickly brought him back to his senses.

He squinted at the boy in front of him for a while.

"I thought who was it, you weren't the police officer who didn't graduate before." The man's face under the cap was half-lit, and he laughed contemptuously, "Isn't that wrong, why are you still coming to me after I'm released? trouble"

"How do you say that? The police are..."

"Don't get me wrong," Yuichi Takigawa said, "I showed the reporter what you left in Uchimoku-cho yesterday."

Kitahara Kunihiko stopped talking.

He watched the boy in front of him kick the rat at his feet in disgust, and his actions were completely different from when he stood in the police pile a year ago.

["Don't be impulsive, Zhenping. Interrogating him is what the seniors have to do."]

"Tsukino Mayumi, female, 21 years old, company employee."

"Yuta Kato, male, 8 years old, third grade at Metropolitan Elementary School."

"..."

"In addition to the unidentified women who were discovered just yesterday, there are sixteen people in total."

When Takigawa Yuichi accurately called out these names, Kitahara Kunihiko took a step back.

There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes, but his tone was still as arrogant as ever: "I have never heard of these names, why, you police officers are starting to wrongly wrong good people now that they can't find any evidence? Then let those outside Reporters look at..."

The man's voice was lost in the sound of the bullet being loaded.

Takigawa Yuichi put one hand in his pocket and turned on the headset unhurriedly: "Ah, how can I not understand - it is indeed what the police do to collect evidence, but I have nothing to do with the police."

"Before you come to Yokohama, let's do some research. If you make a mess here, that gentleman will be angry."

Kitahara Kunihiko's face was pale, and he seemed to understand something for a moment.

He raised his hands in surrender, and moved back slowly, step by step: "Surrender! I want to—"

The silver bullet passed through the head and hit the iron trash can.

The bright red blood gurgled down his forehead, and was scattered by the rain as soon as it hit the ground.

When Yuichi Takigawa put away his gun, Dazai who appeared behind him tilted his umbrella in his direction.

"Yuichi, you laughed horribly just now."

"..."

"Affected by the typhoon, there will be a rainfall from this afternoon to the night, the westerly wind is expected to be two to three, and the maximum temperature is 27 ℃..."

On the first day of May, it rained heavily in Tokyo.

"I said." The black umbrella opened a corner, Hagihara Kenji patted the water droplets on his clothes, and when he raised his eyes, his companion's guilty eyes had moved away, "If I remember correctly, you didn't say that yesterday morning. Are you going to sleep today, Xiao Zhenping?"

"..." Matsuda Jinping, who had been exposed to the lie, was silent, his earlobes red in anger.

He scratched his messy hair, and began to point his finger at the others: "Why are you only talking about me! The most suspicious one is obviously Zero, but this guy said he has to train this afternoon, so he doesn't have time!"

Gu Ling, whose name was named, didn't mind very much, his dark golden hair was wet from the rain, and his gentle eyes turned to Zhu Fu Jingguang: "Hiro, even if you hide behind the tree now, it's too late. "

"So, monitor Date also—"

"..."

The wind blew off one of the white daisies in his arms.

The five people from the police academy looked at each other and laughed tacitly in front of the deserted cemetery.

It has been almost a year since their comrade Takigawa Yuichi died in the Shinkansen bombing.

"Since we're all here, why don't we have a meal together later?"

"Oh! How about dropping by to sing karaoke after it's over?"

"Hey, anyway, today is also Yoichi's death anniversary, you guys should be more restrained."

"What does it matter? Yuichi said it before, anyway, death is a matter of time, just smile and look forward."

——Takigawa Yuichi, the second place in the admissions ranking of the police academy.

Hagihara Kenji lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the photo of the tombstone.

It was taken by Yuichi Takigawa when he first entered school. The teenager was a few years younger than them, and he was obviously a genius who was admitted to the police academy by exception, but he had long hair that was prettier than that of a girl.

Instructor Onizuka lost his temper, but Yuichi Takigawa was unmoved. He even raised his hand studiously in the middle of the penalty stand, showing a more sincere expression than the elementary school students in the class.

[“But instructor, some of the senior female police officers who searched the first class also had very long hair, and I didn’t see that they couldn’t catch the criminal.”]

【“You are not…”】

【“And why are you all looking at me? This is not right. It is written in the police manual. In the case of an instructor convulsing, we should care about the instructor first.”]

【"...Takigawa!! You bastard who made up this shit—!"]

Even now, Kenji Hagihara still laughs at this memory.

Probably because of this, he never thought that Takigawa would be the one to sacrifice first.

"What are you doing, Hagi, if you stay in a daze, I'll leave you." In the painful memory, Matsuda Jinhei held his shoulder.

"I know, I know." Hagihara Kenji sighed and ruffled his hair mockingly.

As the last person to call before Takigawa sacrificed, Hagihara Kenji was the clearest.

No one can truly forgive Yuichi Takigawa's death.

Even if the teenager showed a relieved smile in the footage that remained before the explosion, and joked about "go ahead".

All of this is just self-deception when the body cannot be found.

...

Hagihara Kenji put down the bouquet in his hand.He gently hooked the corner of his lower lip, following the footsteps of his companion leaving.

I really want to meet again, Yuichi.