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 he was halfway through the race, his father put his brother down, and 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.
His brother took him far away, but he was so hungry and tired that 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 blurry-faced brother hid Ruomu Wenren in the trash can at the corner of the street, 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 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 listening to the sound of his harmonica.
Ruomu Wenren hid, 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 had asked his parents to search for his brother, but without any clues, searching for a child in a slum full of street children was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He had kept the harmonica well. Even before he was caught, when he was unconscious, he was glad that he didn't bring the harmonica with him, otherwise it would be 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 Ruomu Wen has often held it in his hands to remember it, and it has become so worn that the original color can no longer be seen.
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's one other person who gets it.
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 was sadness in Kuroki Jin's eyes, which meant he was sad for Wen Ren, 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 a harmonica on the harmonica that made him dream back in the middle of the night - it was the tune that his brother used to lull him to sleep.
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:
"elder 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.
Bei Daohanghei felt that this was a perfect match.
He didn't look up when Ruomu Wenren was taken away by the ambulance. 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 Ren stood up from behind Kitajima Kohei and handed him a piece of paper.
Bei Daohangping closed his eyes slightly, "No need."
The DNA comparison results may be false, but his memory cannot be false. He remembered who he had promised to come back to find him, and 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.
"How ironic, Kuroki Jin," Kitajima Kohei closed his eyes and looked up. "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."
"Perhaps." Two lines of tears streaked down Bei Dao Kohei's raised cheeks. He didn't seem to notice it. "People like me are used to looking for the dark side in people's hearts. It's painful and desperate to see them exposed." Only then will you feel a sense of reality of being alive.”
"I didn't expect that in my last despair, I dedicated myself 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 speed 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 Shibhan walked over with a smile and scratched his head, "This matter is a bit complicated. The Meguri Police Department still hopes you can explain it."
"Okay," Kuroki Jin nodded, "But I have a request, can you listen to it?"
…
When Ruomu Wenren woke up again, he saw the familiar ceiling. He turned his head with difficulty and saw his mother accompanying him on the bed, leaning on the corner of the table and falling asleep tiredly.
He gently raised the corners of his mouth to smile, but he pulled the wound on his face and took a breath of cold air in pain.
Even this small movement made Wakamiko 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 made you and Dad worry."
"Silly boy, just be fine." Wakamiko touched her son's head, made way for the doctor, and put most of her heart at ease.
She went out to inform Masato Wakagi that the child had woken up, but she saw Hitoshi Kuroki who came outside the door at an unknown time and nodded to her.
