In the morning, Miyagawa was packing his suitcase at home in anger, in an unknown single apartment in Ashano City, Nishimus.

The sunlight at the same moment shines through the gaps in the curtains on the balcony and shines on the wooden floor. The sofa in the small living room is piled with scattered clothes. Scarves, knitted hats, down jackets, and gloves are scattered on it. And following the light, it is vaguely visible.

, there seemed to be a slender figure lying in the pile of clothes, and gentle snores came from inside.

As the hour hand turns, the sunlight leaking through the gap in the curtains gradually becomes stronger, and the sunlight refracted by the wooden board becomes more and more dazzling, as if it has turned into a mirror. Even though only the sunlight leaks through this gap,

As the sun continues to rise in the east, the dark room seems to be lit up by this ray of sunlight.

The figure in the clothes turned over slightly, as if awakened by this look. An arm with a graceful curve protruded from the clothes, and seemed to be groping for a mobile phone on the small glass table next to it. However, after a while of groping,

He knocked the beer can off the table. There was a "clang" sound, and some beer foam spilled onto the ground.

Also dropped on the ground was a pair of work cards.

Printed on the work badge is:

Research Institute of Unnatural Causes of Death; Forensic Medical Examiner: Mikoto Misumi.

The harsh sound of the can hitting the ground immediately startled Misumi and she suddenly sat up from the sofa. Even though the beauty's face was still sleepy at this moment, the tiredness of her body could not stop the exquisite facial features from emanating from it.

Her sweet look, and the drooped corners of her mouth because she had just woken up, made her even more pitiful at this moment, making people want to hold her in their arms.

When Misumi saw that what fell on the ground was just a beer bottle, her expression relaxed. She raised her hands, yawned loudly, pulled her shoulder straps, turned around and turned up the electric fan next to the sofa.

How many degrees.

"Beep." The sound of the electric fan's button echoed in the living room.

The sunlight through the cracks in the curtains stretched Misumi's figure.

For a moment, this small apartment seemed a little cold and lonely.

Misumi curled up unconsciously. She did not choose to go to work today. In a previous commission received by the Institute of Unnatural Causes of Death, she discovered that a young woman who was believed by the police to have committed suicide by jumping into the sea was actually

She was pushed into the sea by her best friend. The whole accident was actually an intentional homicide. However, the reason behind the murder was ridiculous. It turned out to be just that the so-called good friend was jealous of her seemingly happy life and could

Marry a husband who loved her very much. After the truth of the case was discovered, the deceased's new husband stabbed the murderer in the abdomen with a knife in front of the mourning hall to vent his anger.

After witnessing this scene in person, Misumi's already extremely tired heart was on the verge of collapse. No matter how strong a woman she is, she would not be able to withstand this shocking scene if she really saw the murder happening in front of her eyes.

Misumi no longer knew how she got back to the apartment.

The clothes stained with blood were still in the living room.

So tired.

very tired.

Whenever I close my eyes, it seems that the scene of the murder in the mourning hall will flash back before my eyes.

Those images haunted me like a nightmare.

Misumi raised her hand and picked up the remote control, pressed the button, turned on the TV, switched to a comedy show, and turned the TV volume up to the loudest.

The screen flashed with images of clown actors, and from time to time the laughter of the audience could be heard, which was in sharp contrast with the bloody clothes next to the sofa. As if she felt that this was not enough, she pressed her phone into social media again and switched to short video.

There, amplify the sound and let the short videos play one by one.

Voices from both sides came and went, filling the small room.

It seemed like a long, long time passed.

The feeling of depression in my heart gradually dissipated.

My mood just started to brighten up.

However, looking around, there is an indescribable feeling of loneliness in the deserted apartment.

The beautiful forensic doctor continued to lie on the sofa, her shoulders shaking for no reason. The faintly shaking shoulders seemed to wish that someone could hold her gently at this moment and comfort her in a gentle whisper.

This sounds stupid.

But...people are such strange animals sometimes.

There was only a small blanket wrapping his body.

The electric fan has also raised the indoor temperature to 23 degrees Celsius.

However, I still felt a little cold for no reason.

Misumi thought of that figure again in a daze. The figure who accompanied him for two years in college. The figure who would wait for him outside the door after every anatomy get out of class. He never disliked that he was covered in formalin. The smelly figure. The "silly" figure who gave himself the human skeleton model as a Valentine's Day gift.

Why do I keep thinking of him lately?

He must be living a good life in Kitahara.

He seems to have taken on another big case recently and is in litigation with a hotel.

He has become really powerful.

My and his trajectories seem to be getting farther and farther apart, and they can no longer intersect.

Just like the two comets intersecting in the vastness of the universe, they were very close to each other for a moment, but after they flew past each other, they no longer knew when they met.

However, memories are memories after all.

The relationship between myself and Beihara should never be the same again.

It seems that his memories can only stay in college forever.

If you could do it over again, what would you choose?

Misumi sighed quietly, put on her clothes on the sofa, put on some thick cotton pajamas, stood in front of the balcony door, and opened the glass door.

Fresh cold wind immediately poured into the room, gently blowing the hair of this beautiful female forensic doctor. This is Seimusashano City, northwest of Tokyo. The monsoon that blows here in winter will arrive in Tokyo soon.

The man in Tokyo will also feel the same cold air somewhere on the street.

When I think of this.

The world seems to have become a little strange again.

Misumi recently took a month's leave from the institute, using up all her unused annual leave. She wanted to relax and find a place to travel. This beautiful forensic doctor also felt that

You cannot trap yourself in work all day long. If you are constantly under high pressure, your heart will be sharpened. However, the human heart is not a piece of iron. The meaning of the soul's existence is not to be sharpened.

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Standing on the balcony, looking at the surrounding apartments of the same color. The urban steel jungle is like a cage locking people tightly.

Where should I go to get some fresh air?

Misumi quietly opened her phone.
Chapter completed!