Ms. Quan, who is male

Inside the city is another prisoner hidden in the recent serial murder case.

The two detective agents informed the police about the incident and successfully retrieved the surveillance video of a certain section of the road - that is, near the coffee shop where Quan works - in the past week.

By observing the secretly photographed photos of Izumi in the photo album of Kawazawa's mobile phone, and then making inferences from aspects such as angle, light intensity, and shadow direction, Dazai Osamu quickly figured out the location and approximate time of the photo taken in the city at that time, and then from the surveillance

A car was locked.

Osamu Dazai pointed directly at the car and said to the police: "Arrest them."

After stretching his muscles and bones, Dazai Osamu noticed that Izumi had sent him an email.

There was only one photo in the email. The first thing that caught his eye was a very beautiful fondant cake. However, after a careful glance, Dazai Osamu knew that the focus of this photo was not the cake, but the corner that was about to fall out of the camera.

A string of small license plate numbers.

That's an unfamiliar license plate.

Taking advantage of the surveillance footage provided by the police near the coffee shop, Osamu Dazai took Izumi's license plate number and found the black car parked diagonally across from the coffee shop from the surveillance footage.

Naturally, he also noticed that before the rose in Shanjing's hand started to burn, the car suddenly lowered its window.

Although there was nothing wrong with the surveillance that could be seen with the naked eye, Dazai Osamu knew in his heart that the bouquet of roses would burn, and nine out of ten of them would be caused by this guy.

When he saw a gloved hand holding a cigarette sticking out of the car window, Osamu Dazai had a "sure enough" expression on his face.

He couldn't restrain his gloating smile, and quickly replied to Quan's email, asking hypocritically: I seem to be entangled by some weird guy, do you need help?

After seeing Osamu Dazai's reply, Izumi basically had an idea.

Currently, the two detectives from the detective agency are investigating the serial murder case. Jonouchi has not been arrested yet. If the license plate number he photographed before was from Jonouchi, then Dazai Osamu would not have reacted this way.

Sure enough, next, Dazai Osamu sent him the license plate number in the city and reminded him to stay away and call the police after seeing it.

From this point of view, the guy who was following him before must be that person.

Quan thought about it while clearing all his incoming and outgoing emails.

But……

Why would he do this?

At that time, Izumi said to him, "We don't owe anyone anything," and that guy should have understood what he meant.

And no matter what the other party said, he had his own pride, so he couldn't be entangled like Shan Jing, or even follow him personally?! Turn into a stalker?

People in the Central Plains are not like that.

Quan is very sure about this. Putting aside all personal factors, Zhongyuan Zhongyao will follow him. It can only be related to work.

If it's a job, what does the Hong Kong gang want from him?

With amnesia, he can be said to have nothing. In the eyes of Hong Kong and Black, he is just an "ordinary person" with no special abilities, and the benefits he can bring to them are minimal... No, it should be said to be negative - after all, he has nothing

He got the money for eleven bottles of good wine from Nakahara Chuuya, and also asked him to provide Mizuno Chotaro with the opportunity to stay in a private nursing home for free.

Looking at it this way, why did the Hong Kong mafia come to find him, and why did it come to him, and it was Nakahara Chuuya who had "had a relationship" with him?

The first thing Quan thought of was: what did they discover about himself before he lost his memory?

It's either profit or lies, or... both.

Quan bit his lower lip gently.

This may be an opportunity for him, an opportunity to regain his lost memory...

Of course, he must also prepare for the worst situation.

Thousands of thoughts go through my mind, but reality only lasts a moment.

Quan's footsteps suddenly paused.

Because...he saw a shadow.

The streetlight behind him looked over, and the shadow fell on the ground, already folded at Quan's feet.

Obviously, the other party is not far away from me.

But what Quan thought about was not "danger" or "escape" issues, but the burning roses outside the cafe and the idiot with his broken hand on the subway.

An idea flashed in his mind.

Not as good as...

To outsiders, Izumi just stayed where he was for a moment, and then suddenly started running instead of his slow manner when checking his emails.

The man following him seemed stunned for a moment, but soon he started running.

The man took bigger steps and faster, and soon he closed the distance with Quan.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, Quan ran into the alley around the corner in panic.

The alley was dark and quiet, and the only sounds he could hear were the messy footsteps and his own rough breathing.

Every time he took a breath, his trachea felt as if it had been scraped by a sharp knife, tingling endlessly. Quan soon couldn't run anymore, but the approaching footsteps behind him made him dare not stop at all.

The surrounding light was too weak, there was a stalker chasing him behind him, and his physical strength was quickly passing away. Quan couldn't even care about looking at the road. Suddenly, he stepped on something unknown, his foot slipped, and he fell heavily on the ground.

land.

He was knocked unconscious and lay on the ground for a long time. It wasn't until the pursuer who was chasing him came to him that he returned to consciousness and subconsciously tried to get up.

But as soon as he propped himself up with his hands, his ankle was grabbed by the stalker.

"Let me see, are you injured?"

Hearing this voice, Quan, who was gasping for air, froze up and his voice trembled: "Shan, Mr. Shanjing...? Why, why is it you..."

"Why can't it be me?" Shanjing's voice was very calm, "That's why I'm asking, why did Quan run away? I won't hurt you."

Quan couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said stutteringly: "In that case... Mr. Yamai, can you let go of my feet..."

"No, I haven't checked Quan for any injuries yet." Shanjing's tone was calm, but he retorted without rejection.

Quan tentatively said: "I, I shouldn't be injured, so..."

Shanjing's hand went up and covered Quan's broken knee. He pressed hard and touched the warm liquid in his hand - that was Quan's blood.

"It hurts!" Quan subconsciously exhaled in pain.

"Look, you are indeed injured."

Quan said quickly: "It's just a small injury. I can just go back and take care of it myself!"

Shanjing suddenly fell silent.

His silence made Quan feel more and more uneasy.

"Shan, Mr. Shanjing..."

"Why are you rejecting me?" Shanjing interrupted Quan with a cold voice, "Why are you rejecting me!"

"Tell me! Why!"

Although the alley was dimly lit and Quan could not clearly see Shanjing's expression, he could feel from the tone of his voice that he was getting more and more excited.

Quan kicked his hand away, got up and tried to run forward, but was caught by Shan Jing's quick hands.

"let me go!"

Shanjing ignored Quan's struggle, dragged him all the way to the depths of the alley, and then threw him into the corner with all his strength. He blocked him in front of him, leaving him with no way to escape.

Quan wanted to shrink himself up, but Shanjing refused to let him go and stretched out his hand to grab his ankle. Quan was pulled so hard that his head almost hit the ground.

"I, I..." Quan said hurriedly, "I don't like you! I can't accept you!"

"After what happened during the day today, I figured it out." Shanjing said quietly, "It doesn't matter if you don't like me, as long as I like you."

Quan really had no choice but to close his eyes and said loudly: "But I am a boy!!!"

Shanjing's hand suddenly stopped.

Seeing that it was effective, Quan immediately repeated it: "Really, I am really a boy! It's just because of some reasons..."

"I don't believe it..." Shanjing interrupted him in an erratic tone.

"I do not believe!!!"

He roared angrily and rushed towards Quan.

"Stab"

"What are you doing!" Quan was so anxious that tears almost came out, and his voice unconsciously became crying. She kicked him and said, "Get out of here!"

"boom--"

A strong gust of wind flashed in front of him, and the mountain that was originally pressing on him was like a cannonball, flying out of the alley in the blink of an eye and hitting the wall across the road heavily.

His body was deeply embedded in the wall, and spider web-like patterns appeared around it.

Pedestrians on the road were stunned for a moment, then after they came to their senses, they glanced at the bottomless alley in horror, and hurriedly left the place, for fear of being involved in some troublesome incident.

Deep in the alley.

Quan hugged his knees and curled up into a ball. He was covered with a long and spacious coat, and sobs escaped from it intermittently.

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhongya clasped his hands on his chest and looked at him condescendingly.

To be honest, he felt a strong sense of separation.

On the one hand, reason told him that Quan might not be as simple as he appeared. Even if he didn't take action, this guy might be able to solve the current predicament - just like what he saw in the video.

But on the other hand, when he saw Quan being bullied, he couldn't help but get angry and would always act faster than he realized to save him.

His mind was in a mess and his mood was in a mess. He wanted to find two sandbags to vent his anger. However, he couldn't leave at the moment.

After a long time, the sobs became smaller and smaller, and finally became inaudible.

Zhongyuan Zhongya exhaled a long breath, squatted down, and asked, "Can I still walk?"

"My, my feet...are, a little numb..." A voice as light as a mosquito came out.

"..." Zhongyuan Zhongya sighed again, this time helplessly.

He turned his back and said, "Come up, I'll carry you."

Like a rabbit, Quan sensed that it was safe outside, and then he poked his head out of the safe house - which was actually his coat.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up." Zhongyuan Zhongya muttered.

"oh……"

Quan moved his body slowly, and the numbness and soreness in his feet made him burst into tears.

No, it's not just numbness in my feet.

He took a breath of air and said aggrievedly: "I'm cramping..."

Nakahara Chuuya: "..." I really owe you in my previous life!

Izumi was wearing Nakahara Chuuya's coat and was carried on his back, walking steadily on the way home step by step.

Zhongyuan Zhongya also noticed that the little bastard's head was gradually tilted on his shoulder, and couldn't help but remind him: "Hey, don't fall asleep! Do you believe that I left you on the roadside and left you alone?"

"Well... um..." Quan responded vaguely, not convincing at all.

"Hey! Hey!" Zhongyuan Zhongya stopped and called a few times, but he didn't get any response.

"..."

"You bastard is really..." Don't worry about him... Wait a minute, is he a good person? Ah???

Zhongyuan Zhongya was sulking on his own.

And Quan, who he thought was asleep, was controlling his breathing skillfully while thinking in his mind: things went smoothly as he expected. The person was lured out, so next... he should find a way to figure this guy out.

Why did it come?