Scottish bass sounds really good.
Kawakamiji felt that his little friend was too righteous, so much so that his conscience of unknown existence ached a little.
Halfway through the playing, Tsumugi Kawakami picked up his guitar and joined in.
Soft music mingled together. The scale of the guitar is higher than that of the bass, and it sounds like the sound of scattered rain rushing into the ground, stirring up layers of vibrating sounds in the air.
Scotland didn't know how things turned out like this. Both parties remained silent in a tacit understanding, as if they were really just two ordinary people who loved music.
"It's very surprising, Yingjun." After finishing the song, Kashasha commented, "Music can always make people feel better. In a sense, musical instruments are external organs of human beings."
Music can make people feel better.
Scotland didn't know if Kashasha saw anything, he just smiled and responded with silence.
It was a little late, so the two said good night to each other.
In an unfamiliar environment, Scotland thought he would lose sleep. But the reality was completely opposite to what he imagined. He fell asleep very quickly.
Perhaps it was because his mind was rarely relaxed, but the nightmare came quietly.
Scotland is back on the rooftop.
Blood, blinding blood, smeared on the ground connecting him to the mission building, as if the arteries extending along the human body were ruptured, and the wave of blood surged towards him, swallowing him up.
The next second he was in a hail of bullets again.
It was still blood, and warm corpses fell next to Scotland. The blood was overflowing and warm, and as sticky as mud. He trudged forward in it——
Scotland saw Bourbon, he saw Falling Zero.
A bloody hole was dug out on Young Tongran's forehead, but his expression was still full of vitality. Just a pair of purple-gray eyes looked at him blankly.
"Jingguang, you're here."
Fang Gu Ling sank in front of him. Blood gushed out from the bullet hole in his forehead. Zhu Fu Jingguang rushed forward in embarrassment, trying to grab Ling's hand——
But it was in vain. Countless hands pulled him and dragged him backwards. The distance between him and Zero became farther and farther——
"No! Zero-!"
Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't even know what he was shouting. Blood poured into his mouth and nose, dyeing his vision red——
But he could still see the bullets, corpses, the resentful eyes of his dead men, countless people staggering around, the pale and purple faces of the dead...
Their mouths opened and closed, from vague and noisy murmurs to deafening pronouncements——
"Go to hell, Zhufu Jingguang."
"Go to hell."
...
Scotland awoke from a restless sleep.
His muscles were spasming, he was sweating profusely, and the smell of blood filled his mouth. The dream was like a ferocious beast tearing him apart with its fangs.
Scotland wanted to vomit, but it took him a few seconds to realize that he must have bitten his lip unconsciously.
For countless nights of tossing and turning, he fell into such nightmares again and again.
One, two, one, two…breathe out, breathe in…relax, relax…
The rapid breathing made Scotland's eyes darken. He slowly adjusted. This was included in the police's undercover training course.
He thought of the rooftop, the ground stained red with blood, the bourbon-burned back, and Kashasha's pure black eyes looking at him, like a black hole that could swallow the soul.
There are also musical instruments, guitar and bass, and blood sticking to the strings will only produce dirty music.
Scotland was ashamed of the relief, and even a little bit of joy he had felt before.
And amid the shame was a twisted sense of accomplishment—he had found a way to never let up.
It's enough to keep this in mind:
Wherever he was, there was an abyss as far as the eye could see.
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At one o'clock in the morning.
Kawakami couldn't sleep, perhaps because he absorbed a lot of information after conducting on-site reconnaissance. His brain was in a state of high excitement, constantly sending him a message:
Why don't you get up when you sleep?
Kawakamiji got up calmly.
With an extra roommate, Tsumugi Kawakami naturally cannot have fun in a way that disturbs the public. He crept to the living room, turned on the TV, and randomly picked a movie to watch.
Three forty-seven in the morning.
Kawakamiji felt someone walking into the living room.
There are only two people in this safe house, and by enumeration the other person can only be Scotland.
Kawakamiji turned around.
Scotland stood at the door of the room, noticed the dim light of the TV and looked at him with a dark expression.
His hair was messy, his eyes were dull, there was a cut on his lower lip, and his clothes were stained with sweat.
It seems that his new partner is a little bit into bed.
"Having a nightmare, Kage-kun?" Kawakami Tsumugi guessed.
Scotland was stunned for a moment, as if waking up from a dream.
He looked at Kawakami Masakazu, who was dozing on the sofa, and looked at the TV screen.
A female ghost wearing a blood-stained white dress with long trailing hair got into the camera, scaring the unlucky protagonist so much that he cried for his father and cried for his mother to pee...
Watching ghost movies in the middle of the night is really relaxing and elegant.
"Aren't you asleep yet?" Scotland asked softly.
"Ah, why sleep more during your lifetime? You will sleep forever after you die." Kawakami explained lazily, "The colorful nightlife has just begun."
"——So is it a nightmare?" Kawakami asked softly again.
Scotland was silent for a while and replied: "I just can't sleep."
Can't sleep? Kawakami Tsumugi chuckled: "It seems like a coincidence, I can't sleep either. Want to watch a movie together?"
Watch a ghost movie?
Scotland subconsciously wanted to refuse.
With his head spinning and the nightmare still whispering in his ears, Scotland didn't want to see anything related to blood and corpses right now.
It seems that he is not adapted to ghost movies. Kawakami analyzed the answer he wanted from Scotland's hesitation, and he exited the film and sort of started another one.
Documentary.
The photo was taken of the vast ocean. The lens extends into a blue, transparent sea water filled with colorful fish.
"Don't be too busy refusing, Shadow-kun, this is how newcomers come."
Kawakamiji persuaded him without hesitation, his voice was as soft as talking in sleep. The gray-haired young man half-closed his eyes. The abyss was covered by meager kindness, and reluctantly restrained its true appearance.
It’s all here, don’t be too busy refusing.
The fluttering words made Scotland's back tremble. He even had the illusion that all his thoughts had nowhere to hide in Kashasha's insight.
Denial, cover-up, obfuscation...pointless.
Rather than rejecting, a better choice is to face it calmly. Scotland hesitated for a moment, but still sat next to Kawakami Tsumugi.
Kawakami pressed the play button, but he didn't turn on the sound.
The sun is clear, and golden lines swim on the seabed full of fine white sand. The camera passes through the coral and scares away schools of orange tropical fish.
Scotland looked at Kawakami Tsumugi out of the corner of his eye. The latter was curled up on the sofa, squinting his eyes, seemingly awake, and even his breathing could not be heard.
He is more like an inanimate object than a human being.
Scotland looked away, immersing himself in the blue ocean.
The energy from the hard fight gradually faded away, and the unchanging blue water light was too hypnotic. Beside him, Tsuyoshi Kawakami's presence was as low as a shadow.
Scotland kept reminding himself, but still lost in sleep.
The alluring darkness came over and Scotland fell asleep.
