The fiery red Ferrari FF is running on the road again, Sakurai Akira sat in the back row, beside him was a law enforcement officer wearing a black windbreaker, and at this moment he felt powerlessness that was about to die.

The beautiful woman said she wanted to take him out for investigation, but she could choose the location. But she knew that this was definitely a lie without thinking about it. You should know that his birthday was still half a month, and it was said that it was an investigation, but

It's just another statement of execution.

Akira Sakurai is not the kind of slow person. On the contrary, at the age of ignorance, he knew that green represents safety, while yellow and red represent dangerous colors, so he learned to deceive law enforcement officers when he was investigated.

But how did they know? It turns out that deception is a dead end? Sakurai Akira didn't know what to do. There were five law enforcement officers coming this time, and he didn't even dare to have the slightest idea of ​​resisting.

It was obvious that they had just found an excuse to deal with him and planned to quietly deal with him. But by the way, Akira Sakurai said such words.

"I think...I want to go to my former home to see it."

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The atmosphere in the car was a bit dull. Sakura was driving the express train attentively. There were still threesomes sitting in the back row, while Sakurai Aki was sitting by the window, Lu Mingfei was sitting next to him, next to him was Caesar and Chu Zihang

.

Sakurai Aki was visible to the naked eye, but even so, he still widened his eyes to look at the scenery outside the car window, as if he wanted to put everything he saw into his head as much as possible.

"Boss." Lu Mingfei whispered in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

"This person named Akira Sakurai looks so nervous." Lu Mingfei whispered.

When Erie saw such a scenery for the first time, she was very greedy, as if she wanted to remember everything in her heart. But Akira Sakurai's performance was completely different. While he was looking at the scenery, he was accompanied by a slight tremor all over his body, and

It's not excitement but fear, because Lu Mingfei could see the cold sweat on his forehead.

It was like a death row prisoner who was greedily trying to remember all the scenery along the way.

"Nervous?" Caesar was stunned for a moment, then observed Akira Sakurai.

The latter almost stopped hearing their conversation, but the tremor could not be suppressed forcibly, so he shook even more like a sieve.

"It's really a nervousness that can be seen by the naked eye..." Caesar said.

"Are you afraid of law enforcement?" Yuan Zhisheng, who was in the front seat, said, "Sitting with you, he is under a lot of pressure."

Then he changed to Japanese, "Akira Sakurai?"

Akira Sakurai straightened straight, "Yes!"

"Don't be nervous," Gen Chiho's voice was a little stiff. Obviously, he had never comforted a ghost like Akira Sakurai. "I have always kept my promises and will satisfy your wishes."

"Yes!" Akira Sakurai replied loudly.

Among the law enforcement officers sitting in the back row was a law enforcement officer with blonde hair and blue eyes. Akira Sakurai felt that he should be a mercenary of the family, and the foreign language they used to communicate made him confirm this idea.

Is it necessary for mercenaries to observe and learn how to deal with ghosts? But even the family feels this kind of thing is too cruel, so they give a statement that they can fulfill their promises, just like some hospice care.

Forget it, it would be better to live for yourself once than to die in the mountains that unknown.

Akira Sakurai only understands the outside world through Japanese dramas. In a certain drama, he saw a flower called Epiphyllum, which grew for many years but only bloomed for a moment. When it bloomed, it was extremely gorgeous and brilliant, but it only bloomed in

In an instant, it will wither.

But even the ephemeral that can only bloom for a moment is better than the grass that dies silently in the cracks of the rocks.

Akira Sakurai was unwilling to be a grass. He was crushed since he was five years old and has grown up as a grass to the present. Now that he has such an opportunity to experience the world again, he must firmly grasp it, even here

Will die later.

——For a moment of blooming.

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Ferrari stopped. This was outside Osaka, and not far away was a beautiful two-story villa.

When Sakurai Akira saw the familiar building, he was in a flash of consciousness.

Regulation is still the same as before, but it is much worse than in memory.

"If you get closer, you may be noticed." Sakura said, "We are wearing a law enforcement officer's windbreaker today."

"It's okay. Just be here." Akira Sakurai said softly.

Under such circumstances, he no longer fears the law enforcement people. At this moment, he just vaguely recalls the memories before he was five years old.

In my impression, his parents respect each other, his mother can play the piano, and his father is a good chef. He has a pile of building blocks and toys. Whenever his mother plays the piano, his father operates it in the kitchen, while Sakurai Akira is with him.

Climbing around the castle made of building blocks and toys, both the architect who created the castle and the monster that destroyed the castle.

Sometimes my mother would hold him in her arms, hold Akira Sakurai's fingers with her hands, and let his little hands press on the black and white keys one by one, so the sound of the piano slowly flows out like a clear spring, the simplest joe

Omifa Salasi.

At that time, my mother laughed happily and said that Akira Sakurai would definitely become a musician in the future.

But Aki Sakurai did not become a musician. He only lived to be five years old and was judged by his family to die in a mixed-race career. The next long years will be Sakurai's life as a "ghost".

A figure suddenly appeared on the window on the second floor of the villa. It was a tall man, but he looked like he was hunched. Because the distance was too far, Akira Sakurai couldn't see his face clearly.

"Takasaburo Sakurai." Genjio said softly, "He is your father. In fact, before he was married to your mother, he had a daughter with his ex-wife."

"Do I have a half-sister?" Akira Sakurai asked in a daze.

"Her name is Sakurai Komu, and he is already clearly a ghost. Just like you." Genjiso said. Due to the Caesar trio, he concealed that Sakurai Komu had joined the fierce ghost crowd.<

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"It turns out it was because of my father." Akira Sakurai sneered. "But he is really a good chef. I love eating the food he cooks very much, although I have forgotten the taste now."

"Do you need a telescope?" Yuan Zhisheng asked, "If you want to see clearly."

"Thank you, no need." Akira Sakurai shook his head. "I have almost forgotten his face and don't want to hate a specific image anymore."

"Because of giving birth to two ghosts, your father no longer allows him to have children. Your mother has not divorced him."

"Why..." Akira Sakurai looked at the figure in vain. At this time, the sound of a piano came from the second floor of the villa. It was a sad tone, like a cold clear spring flowing directly into people's hearts.
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"Your mother, name is..."

"Stop talking." Akira Sakurai interrupted Genjiso's voice, "Please stop talking."

The young ghost was filled with tears. Amid the sad piano sound, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms.

"Let's go."
Chapter completed!