This is the environment Kousei lives in now.

In a high-end apartment, it is a relatively crowded and cramped life, with an exclusive living room, kitchen, bathroom, plus two single rooms.

Putting down his backpack, Mr. Gongsheng sat on the computer chair and took a long breath.

Cover your eyes with your hands to eliminate fatigue.

Although the brain cells are active at night, resulting in a better state and ideas than during the day, it is also overdrafting some things.

He took out his notebook from his backpack, slid the computer chair under his feet, and moved closer to another desktop computer.

The black LCD widescreen slowly opened after a blue box icon appeared.

"By the way, I need to find another mouse."

The old mouse was taken away by Lan and used on her new computer.

Gongsheng opened the bottom drawer of his computer desk and took out a small square box from among a pile of unopened graphics cards and motherboards.

A mouse with a sense of technology, pure black color, and Batman design pattern.

Connect the laptop, slide it a few times, adjust the sensitivity of the mouse, and finally determine the feel.

"Okay, let's get to work."

It was late at night and extremely quiet.

When I close the door to the room, the bed next to me is still the same as it was ten years ago.

I could hear water rushing outside the door...

Gongsheng picked up the headphones, switched to the previous song, and then called up a document.

And after connecting to the Internet, my mailbox is once again filled with various data reports, information and intelligence fed back from various places.

These need to be sorted out gradually, and finally elaborated according to the laws and regulations of each project, combined with the laws of both regions, and some mentioned policy guarantees.

In the end, the decision lies with the big bosses.

Time passes slowly...

The sound of water running outside the door disappeared, similar to the roar of a tornado, and the sound of Tokyo news playing on the TV.

Nine thirty, ten o'clock, ten thirty...

Lazy steps dragged the soles of his cotton shoes without any rhythm until they reached the door of Kousei's room.

Opening it, footsteps moved forward slowly.

Get close to the boy who is concentrating on his work at the moment.

"Go to bed early, school will start tomorrow."

Gently press the Qingming point with your fingers, touch it very gently with the flesh surface of your fingers, and rub in a circular motion in one direction.

Little by little, little by little.

Kousei closed his eyes. There were no words in the darkness in his glasses, and his head fell into a state of emptiness for a moment.

Following the guidance of the force, lean back.

It's so soft that the entire back of the head sinks into it, and the heat from the bath that hasn't dissipated yet is transmitted from the cervical spine, mixed with a sense of moisture.

There is also a light and fragrant smell, the fresh smell of shower gel, and the aroma of roses.

While it is fascinating, it also carries a charm that is difficult to pry into. The charming fragrance is the most arrogant disguise.

"Well, I'll take a shower later."

Slowly opening her eyes, the look of a beauty who had just come out of the bath appeared in her pupils.

She was just wearing a simple purple pajamas with a knot tied around her waist, wrapping her exquisite and graceful figure.

The waist-length hair was hanging down and scattered. Gongsheng stretched out his hand, and gently touched it with his hand, but it fell down very smoothly and softly.

Only a trace of the stained fragrance is left on the palm of your hand.

Fei Yingli looked at her son leaning in her arms, with a trace of worry in her eyes.

"Don't do it too late."

There is no way.

Fei Yingli knew that she could not persuade her Gongsheng at all.

Then he turned away from the boy's face and looked at the computer screen. On one side was neon text, with legal provisions slowly listed on it, but there were no neon law books on the desktop.

On the other side, there is Zhongzhouwen, purely hand-written methods and explanations.

"Okay, my queen mother."

The queen of Didan.

Kousei lowered his hands and closed his eyes again.

Then, on the forehead, there was a piece of warm skin, and soft and fluffy hair covering the cheeks.

Fei Yingli bent down, her forehead was in contact with the forehead of the child who was leaning back, and the tenderness after contact was felt, and her hair slowly fell on Kousei's face.

The pervasive smell of shampoo, as well as the heat and moisture that the hair dryer has not blown away, is extremely rich.

After a few minutes...

The corners of Gongsheng's mouth formed an arc, his fingers pressed the auto-save key on the keyboard, and then he touched the standby button in a familiar move many times.

The computer temporarily goes into hibernation.

Fei Yingli raised her head again, opened her charming eyes, and looked at Kousei who was leaning forward in front of her.

A boy born from himself...

One of the two best gifts in the world, one is a daughter who inherits his appearance, and the other is a son who surpasses his own abilities... At this moment, he is being held in his arms affectionately.

Fei Yingli stretched out her hand, and her palms touched Gongsheng's face.

"Good night, son."

When you let go, the warmth on your cheeks will gradually cool down, but the subtle fragrance permeating the room has never weakened.

The master bedroom opposite the door to Kousei did not close the door, but was left open like that.

Then there is the "pop" sound of the quilt being opened and closed, the "click" sound of turning on the bedside table lamp, and the "swish" sound of turning the pages of a book.

Slowly getting up from the chair, Gong Sheng looked at the dim light of the desk lamp in Fei Yingli's room.

He took off the headphones that had no sound, took out a change of clothes from the closet, and the Didan school uniform that he had already obtained.

The school uniform is placed on the chair, waiting for tomorrow morning.

...

"Mommy mommy!"

In the police station, Fei Yingli was controlled by the prisoner, with a pistol pressed against her temple, with a hollow black muzzle.

The opponent's other hand strangled Fei Yingli's neck tightly.

The struggle was weak and breathing was difficult.

"Husband...save me..."

Fei Yingli's raised hand had no follow-up strength and quickly fell down, with her fingers in front of her.

Kogoro pulled out his pistol and aimed at the murderer in front of him, with sweat pouring down his face.

As the top shooter in the police force, but this time when faced with his wife as a hostage, the muzzle of the gun trembled...

Xiao Lan, who was beside her, was tightly hugged by the Mumu Police Department, preventing her from running to the murderer again.

Otherwise, after the criminal hurt Fei Yingli, it would be more convenient to use the child's Xiaolan as a control.

Children are used as hostages to facilitate escape.

"Don't come over, don't come over, don't force me, I don't want to go to jail!"

Murakami roared crazily, and at the same time pressed Fei Yingli's hand harder, and her hand continued to tremble.

His fingers trembled crazily at his fingertips, fearing Kogoro's pistol in front of him.

The constant stalemate accelerated time, and was threatened to compress the respiratory tract. Fei Yingli gradually began to breathe less and turned pale.

But Kogoro didn't dare put down his pistol...

Silently pointing the pistol at Fei Yingli's leg...

"Mom! Mom! Dad, hurry up and save mom! Brother! Hurry and save mom!"

Xiaolan's cry for help made Kogoro even more confused. At the same time, his eyes were filled with pain, his teeth bit the tip of his tongue, and he became heartbroken.

"I'm sorry, Yingli..."

The teeth bite the tip of the tongue to break away the blood, and the pain at the tip of the tongue stimulates the clarity of the brain nerves.

Kogoro struggled, but was determined to aim!
To be continued...