For them, that may be the beginning of tragedy.

Boy... no, at 18, he can no longer be called a boy, he should be a teenager.

The boy left the orphanage and came to the big city he had been waiting for.

For an inexperienced soul, this place is noisy and prosperous, with tall buildings standing there, the setting sun and neon haze complementing each other, and the streetlights shining brightly. I thought it was the light-sensitive response that was turned on, but a closer look revealed the glow of the setting sun, which foreboding

The hustle and bustle of the day has settled down, and the feasting nightlife is about to begin.

The young man stood on the busy street, with a crowd of people in front of him. Even though he did not have a place among the thousands of lights here, he was still so happy under the bustling night, with impatient anticipation on his face.

He is waiting, waiting for a promise made many years ago.

Just when his thoughts were racing, the left side of his face suddenly felt itchy, as if he had been lightly poked by something.

He turned around and saw nothing.

The right side of my face felt itchy again.

I turned around and saw nothing.

He showed a knowing smile, turned around 180 degrees, and threw himself into the other person's arms: "Sister~"

The girl stood behind the boy, smiling sweetly. Three years had changed her appearance a lot, and her temperament had become more mature. The only thing that had not changed was her beautiful rose-red eyes.

The girl stretched out her hand and gestured above the two of them: "Hmph, little one, you didn't drink enough milk, and you're still not as tall as me."

The young man quibbled: "That's that... that's because you are too tall, it's not my problem! I'm not short among my peers!"

The girl looked like she was vomiting blood and showed a distressed expression: "Don't say that! Just because I am tall and my legs are too long, many men said that standing with me is stressful, and no one dares to chase me, which hurts me.

I have been single for so many years."

The young man heard this and asked cautiously: "So, sister, you haven't been in love in the past few years? So, what kind of boy do you like?"

The girl deliberately put on an arrogant look: "Anyway, you can't do it if you are younger than me, and you can't do it if you are shorter than me~"

After hearing this, the young man's eyes obviously dimmed, and he lowered his head under the afterglow of the setting sun. It seemed that a corner in his heart was missing, feeling empty and a little at a loss.

The girl chuckled and kept rubbing his head: "You're kidding! There are so many demands. I have so many cases on my hands. It would be nice to have a smart and cute boy to talk to me~"

After hearing this, the young man showed a silly smile and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, is the job of a detective very busy? All the detectives among us have time to travel..."

The girl couldn't laugh or cry: "Wow! Don't be deceived! Are you traveling? This industry is so busy that you vomit blood. You work overtime, collect evidence, and stay in the office all day... The most troublesome thing is the kind of emotional disputes.

If one party suspects the other party of cheating, you are asked to follow up and investigate 24 hours a day, which is really tiring."

The boy was jumping up and down with a very excited expression: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of getting tired! I made a promise to you three years ago that when I grow up, I will also be a detective! Sister, please help me get into the industry!"

For some reason, the girl suddenly fell silent. She pushed her wind-blown hair behind her ears and said softly: "Actually, I don't want you to be a detective, at least don't do it with me..."

The young man was stunned and asked at a loss: "Why?"

The girl pursed her lips and looked into the distance, her pupils reflecting the sky that was gradually being swallowed by darkness: "Our firm recently joined a joint investigation to track down a professional processor, and several people have already died."

The young man trembled unconsciously: "Can people still die in this profession..."

"Well, because the object of pursuit is quite special. This professional processor, codenamed 'Smiling Devil' in the gray world, has a very high IQ, a cunning and cold-blooded personality, and our companions died in his hands." The girl gently held her hand.

The young man's shoulder said softly, "So, I don't want to involve you. Even if you must become a detective, it is best to go to another agency and not get involved with the smiling devil."

Death is too strange and far away for the young man, and therefore frightening. He lowered his head and kept rubbing the corners of his clothes: "In this case, why don't my sister and others quit?"

"Do you still remember what I told you? I want to be a just person like Detective Poirot. All my colleagues in our agency share this ideal." The girl showed a warm holly smile, and the next words changed.

"If the detective is scared away by the devil, how can we maintain justice?"

The hot blood surged noisily in the body, turning into huge waves, hitting the young man's heart again and again. His eyes became more and more determined, and finally, like steel, he said unwaveringly: "I'm here to help you!"

The girl was stunned: "Huh? What I just said, did you..."

"I'll help you!" The young man interrupted her firmly, "I'll help you hunt down the devil!"

Under the young man's firm gaze, all the girl's negative words were melted away. She hugged the boy she had grown up with into her arms and murmured softly to herself: "Good boy."

Good boy.

Good boy...

...

"Good boy..." 11 woke up from his sleep and raised his head blankly. He was in a daze, like a child who had lost something important, looking for something in a loss.

In his blurred vision, those rose-red eyes became so conspicuous, and familiar shadows began to overlap, making him subconsciously reach out to touch that little face.

But as his consciousness became clearer and his vision became clearer, the familiar shadow suddenly disappeared. Even though the pupils were still there, they were not the faces of old friends.

"Bai..." 11 murmured the name of the person in front of him, subconsciously looked around and found himself lying beside the hospital bed.

11 quickly remembered that Bai's injury worsened yesterday and he took care of her here until midnight. Later, he made a lot of arrangements. Because he was too tired, he just fell asleep.

What makes people laugh or cry is that he was a little confused in his sleep. He used Bai's little hand as a pillow while sleeping. In addition, he had always been in a bad sleeping state, so there was a lot of drool on it.

11 touched the back of his head to apologize, quickly got a wet wipe, and wiped Bai's hands clean.

Bai's injury has improved a bit now, and her fingers can already move. She gently held the mobile phone under her palm and typed out a line of text: "You were talking in your sleep just now."

11 tilted his head: "Oh? What did I say?"

Bai typed: "Sister, good boy."

11 couldn’t help but smile: “I just remembered an old friend.”

Bai typed: "Tell me your story."

11 was a little hesitant. Only Lao Gao knew about those past events, and he had buried that figure in his heart long ago, not letting anyone know about it.

But the wound in your heart is like this. You may not feel anything if you keep it hidden in your heart, but one day you see the shadow of your old friend again and you can’t hide it anymore. It will drown out the daily noise, mixed with sadness, and make you hide.

Don't fall off.

Looking at those familiar rose-red eyes, 11 felt as if the wall in his heart was melting, and he unconsciously spoke slowly: "I used to love..."

[The reincarnation of our side confesses his identity to the rejecter personally, and the A-level reincarnation disguise has expired]

[Extra time reset to zero]

【Enter the official countdown】

【168:00:00】

When these prompts appeared on the task interface, Bai couldn't help but be stunned, and 11 also fell silent.

Rapid footsteps sounded, and Lao Gao opened the door and ran in. He couldn't hold back the joy in his voice: "Succeeded! The disguise is lifted!"
Chapter completed!