Toru Amuro, whose real name is Rei Sutani, you can call him Bourbon, you can call him Kogoro's disciple, or you can call him the waiter at Poirot Cafe, that's all him, and now, he will die as a public security officer protecting the people.
Just before the organization collapsed, he fell before dawn.
Looking back on his long but short 32 years of life, the first half of his life was bumpy and bumpy, but it was smooth sailing. The second half of his life was a bit unlucky. He squeezed all the farewells in his life together and went on and on, but in the end he never said the last goodbye to anyone.
Those five high-spirited young people did not make it to the end together. Fang Guling thought that if he really couldn't open his eyes anymore, the squad leader would have to visit the graves of four people every year.
With such regret, Fangtani Rei opened his eyes again - but he was not in the hospital.
He looked up blankly in the chaotic crowd. The first thing he saw was the Rice Flower Building. The second thing he saw was the yellow police tape on the edge of the building. Beside the police tape, the black curly man who had just emerged from the police car was poking at the phone to dial someone.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Fang Guling's eyes suddenly widened. Before questioning, he moved one step ahead of him, pushed aside the crowd, climbed over the cordon, and snatched the phone under Curly Hair's shocked eyes. He got close to the microphone, but had no time to say a word.
Just like the explosion ten years ago, the young man with half-long hair was left in that building forever, with no time to say goodbye to anyone. All that was left was the beep when the phone was hung up and the hoarse shout of the forgotten Jinpei Matsuda.
Fang Gu Zero was reborn.
But he still couldn't save anyone.
No matter how he tried, racked his brains to break the situation, and even had selfish motives, even if he could only keep his little tame dye, but without exception they all ended in failure.
And the only change he tried his best to achieve was his own survival.
On a cold and windy Christmas Eve, he pulled the trigger on his strange friend. Almost at the same time, an electronic sound sounded in his ears.
[You finally see all this clearly. Is this the result you want?
Is resentment and despair filling your flesh and blood, but you cannot speak out, because you know better than anyone else the futility of this move, because you are an unpleasant child.
[But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the torrent of time can still be reversed for you, as a reward for this ending, and some insignificant compensation.
Because,
World correction successful.
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Fukitani Rei opened his eyes again. This time, the first thing that caught his eye was the dim streetlight. When Xiao Tongran put his shoulder on his shoulder, he accidentally rubbed a piece of skin on the back of his neck. The touch was so hot that he wanted to tremble.
"Zero?"
The cat-eyed young boy leaned close to his cheek, with a warm smile in his blue eyes, overwhelmingly announcing his vitality to Jiang Guling.
"Were you in a daze just now?"
The second rebirth may be the so-called compensation. This time Jianggu Zero returned to an earlier time, and the translucent "slime" resident above his head made a solemn promise to him:
[There will be no difference in the trajectory of your life, Mr. Fukitani.
[So, please rely on the memory of the last time to save them.
[I promise you, this time it will definitely work.
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No CP, main zero perspective, systematic, the opening of the third episode is rebirth and relief, the first and second episodes are all be, but only exist in memories, it is already the past tense, the third episode is a perfect rice ball-style he that has been scooped up!
The system mainly acts as a chatterbox in a lively atmosphere. It will provide a small amount of help, but the main body is still a person who makes lunch alone.
Slowly updating, it says about practicing, after making corrections, I still decided to start with Zero first) x
Intention: We all want to go home