Conan light and dark

Chapter 98 Postwar Psychological Syndrome

At night, the night is as dark as ink, there is no moon, no stars.

When the night is so quiet, the four seasons have no rest, and there is no way to rest in peace.

Still outside, still alone.

In front of a huge rock, he clenched his fist and pounded on the rock.

The hard rock seems a little fragile under the blows of the four seasons.

And the bandaged hands of the four seasons became bloody again.

The blood of the four seasons is also stained on the rock.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

One punch, another punch.

Four Seasons doesn't know why he wants to fight, but he keeps fighting, it seems that only in this way can he eliminate the hostility in his heart.

But it seems that there is still no use.

"Boom..."

The sky, which had been silent for a long time, finally resounded with thunder.

It has not rained for a long time, and tonight, it may be a good one.

But this season is irrelevant.

His eyes were red, as if covered with bloodshot eyes, and seemed to be the evil spirit in the legend.

At this time, if there is someone who meets his gaze, he will probably be so frightened that his heart will stop beating.

Those with a poor heart capacity may really be scared to death.

According to the legend, there seemed to be some fierce men in history who could scare people to death with their livers ruptured just by staring and yelling.

Of course, legends are legends after all, no one knows whether they are true or not.

"Rumble..."

The thunder became denser, the wind also blew, and the clouds in the sky seemed to become more low-key.

A rhythm of mountain rain coming and wind filling the building.

However, Four Seasons still doesn't care.

Punch after punch, continue to hit the rock.

"Drink!"

"boom!"

"Crack..."

With a low shout, he punched the rock with a fist.

It seems that it finally can't bear the continuous blows. Even if ordinary people use a big hammer, they have to hammer the hard rock for a long time, and cracks appear one after another.

Although not big, the traces of cracks are very obvious, like spider webs.

With the departure of Siji's hand, several blood-stained gravels fell off and fell to the ground.

"Bang bang..."

"Boom...Boom..."

Did not care, the four seasons are still hitting the rock.

In the sky, there are bursts of thunder and flashes of lightning, bringing a moment of light to the world.

However, the world was soon submerged in darkness.

When there is darkness, light will quickly disappear, and when there is light, darkness will quickly disappear.

But darkness breeds in light, and yearns for light in darkness.

Light and darkness are such contradictory existences.

Four Seasons was supposed to be a person living in the light, but chose the path of darkness.

Perhaps those who choose darkness will not end well. If they kill more people, this may be considered retribution.

Buddhists say that karmic reincarnation does not mean that there is no retribution, and that the time has not yet come.

Four Seasons didn't know what he was doing, whether it was right or wrong, but he just felt that he had to do something in his whole life, so he chose this path.

You can't stay at home like you did in your previous life, and then just die out. What remains in that world is only a gradually decaying body.

In the end, there was still nothing left.

What can be left of the path chosen in this life?
Siji didn't understand, and didn't want to know, because that was after his death.

Just as the saying goes: merits and demerits, right and wrong, there will naturally be future generations to comment on.

However, even the descendants may not know the existence of the four seasons, or what the four seasons have done.

After all, in the organization, he is someone who doesn't even have a record file. Except for a few people, no one knows his existence.

However, this is the path chosen by Four Seasons.

"boom!"

"Crack..."

"Rumble..."

"Whoosh..."

The sound of blows, rocks breaking, thunder, wind.

But these voices did not make the world noisy, but made the world more silent.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The bean-sized raindrops still started to fall.

Soon, the downpour drenched the four seasons, the rocks, and everything in the world.

The blood on the rock was washed, mixed with rainwater, flowing along the rock, falling to the ground, and seeping into the soil.

People come into the world with nothing, and then pass away with nothing again, ashes to ashes to ashes.

But Four Seasons, I don't want to die so soon, there are still many things that I haven't done yet.

"what!"

"boom!"

"boom……"

The huge rock standing there still couldn't bear the heavy blow, broke into two pieces, and collapsed to the ground.

"Huh...huh..."

Panting, but the four seasons did not take too much rest, and came to another rock, continuing the previous work.

There's not much of anything here, just rocks, a little too much.

……

Because of the sound of thunder, wind and rain, Shile Lianxi woke up from her deep sleep.

Hurry up and close the windows to prevent the room from being blown up by the wind and rainwater from falling in.

The villa is for rent, not too big, but there are quite a few rooms.

By the time the windows were closed, it was raining heavily.

This made Shile Lianxi heave a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to go back to his room to rest, he suddenly heard a "bang", which seemed to come from the room of Four Seasons.

"Didn't Four Seasons close the windows? Or something happened?"

Thinking of this, he walked directly towards the room of the four seasons.

It's not far, just a few steps away.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, shouting.

"Four Seasons, Four Seasons, are you awake?"

Waited for a while, no response.

Feeling a little strange in my heart, I knocked on the door again and shouted a few times.

But still no response.

With a bad premonition in my heart, I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, and the door opened directly.

Push open the door, go in, and turn on the light.

The wind was blowing in through the open window, and it was messy.

The rain also flew in and wet the floor and the curtains on the other side of the window.

Taking a closer look, there is no one on the bed at all, and the four seasons are not here at all.

"How... how? Where are the four seasons? Where did you go?"

The bad premonition in my heart seems to be getting stronger.

I didn't close the window either, and ran to the bathroom or something to look for it.

However, I searched all over the villa, but couldn't find it.

In the living room, I stood there for a while, then looked directly outside.

"Could it be...he went out?!"

Thinking of this possibility, he didn't think too much about it. He found an umbrella, opened the door and ran out.

Such people also exist.

……

Tokyo.

It is also windy and rainy here, and the thunderstorm weather also makes people feel a little chilly.

Maybe it was cold, or maybe it was a bad dream, Suzuki Ayako also woke up from her sleep.

Standing by the window of the room, looking out at the world with heavy rain pouring down.

Wind and rain, thunder bursts.

The rare heavy rain blocked people's sight, making them unable to see clearly the world further away.

"four seasons……"

Say something in such a low voice.

But there is no other way but to miss.

Four Seasons didn't tell her where he was now, nor what happened to her, naturally there were Four Seasons' considerations.

So the only thing she can do is wait.

Perhaps tomorrow, we will be able to see the boy wearing the clothes with "Virgin Lover" printed on it again.

Or maybe...

……

Maori Detective Agency.

It was raining, but the office lights were still on.

Xiaolan came down from upstairs, opened the door and went in, only to find Kogoro Mori still sitting there.

"dad."

It seemed that he was taken aback, but when he found out that it was Kogoro Mori, he couldn't help complaining.

"It's so late, what are you still doing here?"

He said and looked at the time.

"It's already past two o'clock in the morning, are you still drinking? And you don't even close the windows, the rain is coming in, and the documents are messed up by the wind."

"Ah, I couldn't sleep, so I watched Yoko-san's video, ahahaha..."

Mori Kogoro laughed, then continued to eat snacks and drink beer.

For this, Xiaolan pouted, expressing some displeasure.

But still didn't say much, just sighed.

It is indeed a helpless thing to have such a father.

But looking at Mori Kogoro, he doesn't look like Okino Yoko committing a nympho like usual.

Is there something on your mind?
Thinking of this, he shook his head again.

Her father lived a more unrestrained life than anyone else, so he wouldn't sit here alone at night and drink because of something on his mind.

Go straight over and close the window.

Then I brought a rag, tidied up the messed-up documents, and wiped off the rainwater that drifted in.

But suddenly, as if thinking of something again, he raised his head and looked at Mori Kogoro.

"By the way, Dad, I want to ask you something."

"Well, what?"

"The spirit has been in a state of high tension, coupled with the killing and killing, will it cause a mental breakdown?"

"Eh? Why do you ask that?"

Mori Kogoro looked at Xiaolan strangely.

His daughter, he knew, didn't seem like someone who would care about these issues.

But Xiaolan explained a sentence.

"Because I saw it in books or newspapers, it was said that many soldiers were suffering from a kind of "post-war psychological syndrome". You thought you were still in war, and killed the innocent people you met as enemies, right?"

"Well... yes."

Kogoro Mori also seemed a little uncertain.

Watching the TV, Okino Yoko was still singing and laughing.

That is a beautiful smile.

After a long time, Mori Kogoro let out a long sigh.

"Yes!"

"Really!"

Xiaolan looked thoughtful.

It's kind of scary to think about something like that.

But didn't say much.

After tidying up, Xiaolan yawned and went upstairs.

Before I leave, I don't forget to say something.

"It's late, Dad, don't drink any more, go to bed early."

"Yes, I know!"

……

"gentlemen."

"Any news from Cider yet?"

"It seems to be in trouble now, but it shouldn't be a problem."

"Is it……"

The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a long time, probably thinking about something.

Calvados didn't rush, just waited.

a long time.

"Find a way to get Cider back. If there is any problem, the organization will find a way to help."

"I understand, sir, I will look for Cider's whereabouts, it's just..."

"what?"

"Sir, do you know about 'Post-War Psychological Syndrome'?"

"Of course I know, what's the problem? Hmm..."

Just as he was talking, the gentleman over there seemed to have thought of something.

"Are you trying to say that there is something wrong with Cider's mental state?"

"It's not hard to imagine, sir."

Calvados said so.

"From China to here, Cider has killed a lot of people. Some time ago, he continued to challenge him continuously, and the matter of the little girl in Yoshida's family seemed to make him very entangled. Hundreds of people were killed, and the corpses found in the mountains later were appalling, obviously tortured and killed, maybe..."

"Is that so..."

The gentleman over there was also silent.

After a long time, he sighed and said.

"Even so, I have to get Cider back. I will have the best psychiatrist on standby. Once I find Cider, I will provide him with psychological counseling and treatment immediately. Cider's parents died for the organization, so we cannot let him become that Kind of like."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)