How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Saka met him again on the Shinkansen. He didn't remember me at all. Once again, he looked at me with those familiar and unfamiliar eyes. "

"Is that the time of restarting around November?" Matsuda suddenly remembered something and asked.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes lit up slightly. "It was about that time, how would you know?"

"…"

Matsuda fell silent.

Very simple, when in the cafe that day, Xin Haikong once again showed a great sense of strangeness to him. At that time, he was just accustomed to ignoring the past. Now that he thinks about it, it should be that the other party has experienced a memory restart again.

"Several, the Mr. Okiya Subaru you sent to the hospital has already come out of the operating room."

A little nurse pushed open the door of the ward and said excitedly.

Amuro looked sideways and asked calmly, "Is he awake?"

"Wake up, the doctor said his injury is not serious."