Ruomu Wenren has some memories from his childhood. Although it is a bit blurry because of the passage of time, some fragments still exist in his mind.
For example, although his original family was not a wealthy family, the house was bright, his parents were loving, and he had a brother who was six years older than him and loved him very much.
For example, one night he was woken up from his sleep by his father, picked up by his mother, wrapped in a layer of clothes and ran outside.
For example, when the father put his brother down halfway through the run, his mother handed him over to his brother.
They asked the brother to run away with him and never look back.
He never saw them again after that, and because so much time had passed, the faces in his memory were a little blurry. Ruomu Wenren could no longer remember their appearance.
The elder brother ran with him for a long distance, but he was hungry and tired, and he really couldn't run anymore. The elder brother carried him on his back and walked for a while before putting him down.
If this continues, none of them will be able to leave.
"..., you hide." The brother with a vague face hid Ruomu Wenren in the trash can at the street corner, and even carefully covered the scattered garbage.
"Be patient, don't make a sound." The elder brother patted his head gently, took off the thing hanging around his neck and stuffed it into Ruomu Wenren's hands.
"Take this, wait for my brother to come back, and put you to sleep at night."
It was a harmonica, and my brother played it very well. Whenever he couldn't sleep or didn't want to sleep, he could fall asleep peacefully by listening to the sound of his harmonica.
Ruo Muwen was hiding, and he quietly opened the lid of the trash can to look at his brother's back, and found that he was running back.
My brother didn’t come back either.
Later, when he was drowsily asleep and felt like he was about to die, he was discovered by Masato Wakaki who was passing by. The two took him home and raised him.
Over the years, he has asked his parents to search for his brother, but without any clues, their search for the child in a slum where there are many street children is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He had always kept the harmonica in a safe place. Even before he was caught, when he was unconscious, he was glad that he didn't bring the harmonica with him, otherwise it would have been damaged by this guy.
"Mr. Masato." Kuroki Jin nodded to Wakaki Masato, and Wakaki Masato took out the harmonica from his jacket pocket.
Kitajima Kohei's eyes were immediately attracted by this harmonica.
The harmonica is silver, and you can tell that it is still silver, but over the years Ruomuwen has often held it in his hands to remember it, and it has been worn so hard that the original color is almost gone.
Ruomu Ren was also looking at the harmonica. His mind was a little unclear, and he still didn't understand why Kuo Muren asked his father to bring this over.
Not only did he not understand, but no one present except Kuroki Jin and Wakaki Masato also understood.
No, there is someone else who understands.
Ding bell - the sound of the blade bouncing on the ground, Kitajima Kohei's disabled right hand gradually trembled, his eyes fixed on the harmonica in Masato Wakaki's hand, as if he didn't realize that he had let go of his hand.
of hostages.
Kuroki Jin stopped the police who wanted to rush forward.
"Mr. Kuroki..." Sato wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Kuroki Jin raising his hand.
Wakaki Masato threw the harmonica over, and the harmonica fell into Kitajima Kohei's hands amidst Wenren's exclamations.
"I just said, you can't kill him."
There is sadness in Kuroki Jin's eyes, which means he is sad for the gentle man, but also sad for Bei Dao Honghei.
"Because he is your biological brother."
Familiar tunes came from around him, and Onito Wakamu, whose brain was shut down, looked up. Kohei Kitajima, who was originally arrogant and violent, was playing the tune on the harmonica that made him dream back in the middle of the night - it was the tune his brother used to lull him to sleep.<
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There was a lot of noise around, maybe it was the policemen surrounding here who heard the explosive intelligence, but Ruomu Wenren didn't care anymore.
He couldn't even hear what Kuroki Jin said after that. The music was echoing in his ears, and he murmured before falling into coma:
"Brother?"
Kitajima Kohei was handcuffed, and he was holding the harmonica tightly in his hands. The blood in his palms soaked it, and the original silver turned into blood red.
But Kitajima Kohei felt that this was a perfect match.
When Ruomu Wenren was taken away by the ambulance, he didn't look up. He just stood there in silence until Ruomu Masato passed by him.
"Thank you." Kitajima Kohei whispered.
"That's my son." Ruomu Masato didn't look at him. If he hadn't learned about this before coming, he would have killed him on the spot with the first shot.
Those two bullets were considered as the interest he, a father, asked for.
"DNA comparison results." Kuroki Jin stood up from behind Kitajima Kohei and handed him a piece of paper.
Bei Dao Hangping closed his eyes slightly, "No need."
The results of the DNA comparison may be false, but his memory cannot be false. He remembered who he had promised to come back to find him, and he also remembered the song just now.
The harmonica in his hand was even more familiar to him. Even assuming that all this was an illusion created by someone, he wanted to sink into this illusion.
Just...hehe.
"What an irony, Kuroki Jin," Kitajima Kohei closed his eyes and raised his head. "Did you design this too?"
"You think of me too darkly." Kuroki Ren said calmly, "Wen Ren and I are not in a relationship of mutual use."
"Maybe." Beidao Kohei's raised cheeks streaked with two lines of tears. He didn't seem to notice it himself. "People like me are used to looking for the dark side in people's hearts. Seeing their hearts exposed is painful and desperate.
Only then will you feel a sense of reality of being alive."
"Unexpectedly, I dedicated my last despair to myself."
"Let's go." Shiratori came from behind and gently pushed Kitajima Kohei's back.
Kuroki Ren watched people get into police cars and drive away.
"Mr. Kuroki," someone called him again. Kuroki straightened his expression and returned to his former self.
"Do you want to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department with us?"
Takagi Shehan walked over with a smile and scratched his head, "This matter is a bit complicated. The Mumu Police Department still hopes you can explain it."
"Okay," Kuroki Jin nodded, "but I have a request, can you listen to it?"
……
Ruomu Wenren woke up again and saw the familiar ceiling. He turned his head with difficulty and saw his mother who was accompanying him beside the bed and fell asleep tiredly against the corner of the table.
He gently raised the corners of his mouth to smile, but he pulled the wound on his face and took a breath of air from the pain.
Even this little movement made Miko Wakamaki wake up.
"Wen Ren, you're awake." There was excitement in her beautiful eyes, and she quickly rang the bell to call the doctor to come in and conduct a detailed examination.
"I'm fine, Mom." Wen Ren said obediently, "I've made you and Dad worried."
"Silly boy, just be fine." Wakamiko touched her son's head, made way for the doctor, and relieved most of her worries.
She went out to inform Masato Wakagi that the child had woken up, but she saw Hitoshi Kuroki coming outside the door at some unknown time and nodding to her.