Matsuda Jinpei finally chose from the fast food in the kitchen - turned on the stove and stewed a bowl of egg porridge.

It's not because the patient wants to eat lighter, but because he can only make egg porridge.

I opened the refrigerator and luckily there was still some leftover food.

Pour some water into the pot, add leftover rice to make porridge, and then beat an egg...

Matsuda Jinpei picked up the small plate, took a small bite and tasted it: although it was not extremely delicious, at least it was still edible.

——Fortunately, I’m not unfamiliar yet.

He felt inexplicably relieved.

Don’t forget it. Whether it’s how to make egg porridge or...

He filled a bowl of porridge, let it cool down a little, and then walked into the room with it.

The "familiar" lady on the bed looked like she was not sleeping peacefully, and her symptoms seemed to be a bit worse than before. He could hear her heavy and trembling breathing clearly from the door.

...So, patients should go to the hospital honestly.

Matsuda Jinpei put down the porridge bowl, reached out and peeled off the fever-reducing patch he had just put on Furukawa Kumisa, and the scalding temperature of his tentacles made him pause.

...How did this person keep his fever from going down, but instead used the fever-reducing patch to increase the fever?

Matsuda Jinpei once again thought of calling an ambulance for her to go to the hospital, but thinking about his cell phone that the little girl had hidden somewhere...

"Can't... treat it as a game..."

The little girl on the bed suddenly muttered something incoherently.

"What?"

"You can't...kill people..."

After working on it for a long time, are you still thinking about the case just now? Aren’t you a police officer from Section 2? You are too dedicated to homicide cases, right?

He reached out and pushed Furukawa Kumisa on the bed: "Wake up, it's time to get up and have some porridge."

Furukawa Kumisa was not sleeping peacefully. Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes drowsily: "...well..."

Matsuda Jinpei helped her sit up and gave her the porridge: "Drink some porridge and take medicine."

Furukawa Kumisa's hand holding the bowl was shaking, and he was about to spill it on the bed.

Matsuda Jinpei sighed and took the bowl from her hand: "Okay, stop moving and open your mouth."

The egg porridge at just the right temperature was fed to her mouth with a spoon. Furukawa Kumisa opened her mouth, took two sips and swallowed, then raised her head strangely.

"...Where did you order the porridge? This store can be blocked..."

Matsuda Jinpei's hand holding the bowl froze in the air, and something else suddenly appeared in his eyes when he looked at her.

"you……"

He seemed to want to ask something, but hesitated and changed the subject abruptly: "...I made it myself. If it doesn't taste good, I'll eat it all, and then take the medicine quickly."

This time it was Furukawa Kumisa's turn to freeze: "You...why, can you cook?"

She yelled at the system in her heart: "System, if I remember correctly, Matsuda Jinpei is a kitchen killer, right? Even when I attacked him in my third life, I couldn't persuade him to learn to cook!

"

And this egg porridge - she belatedly realized what she had swallowed.

If she remembers correctly...it should be her identity in the third life, "Kawasaki Ryoko"'s specialty...

The system replied calmly: "Maybe it's the character's inertia after the world line was rewritten - you see, even Matsuda Jinpei's death can be rewritten, so what's wrong with being able to cook?"

Knowing what she was worried about, the system tried to persuade her: "Don't worry, host, there is no trace of the existence of 'Ryoko Kawasaki' in this world, and you will not be suspected."

Now that the system said so, Furukawa Kumisa felt relieved and swallowed two more mouthfuls of porridge with Matsuda Jinpei's hand.

Furukawa Kumisa was drinking porridge with her head down, and then she heard Matsuda Jinpei ask her slowly in a low voice: "...how do you know I can't cook?"

Even when she was ill, she was very good at pretending to be stupid: "Officer Matsuda's reputation as the Kitchen Killer is well-known throughout the Criminal Department."

This is not nonsense, Sato and the others often laugh at him about this.

Coupled with Matsuda Jinpei's extremely high popularity, it is not difficult to spread the word.

Matsuda Jinpei didn't ask any more questions. He just fed her some porridge and handed the medicine to her hand: "Take the medicine."

As long as he didn't take her to the hospital, Furukawa Kumisa was still a qualified and obedient patient. She took the medicine obediently, wiped her mouth and continued to lie down.

Matsuda Jinpei took out a thermometer and took her temperature: "412."

Seeing this temperature, Matsuda Jinpei's face darkened: "If you don't go to the hospital, you're going to get sick. Give me your phone."

Furukawa Kumisa shook his head desperately: "No, really no need..."

"Now is not the time to fool around, cell phone."

Furukawa Kumisa could tell that this was Matsuda Jinpei's tone when he really became serious, but she would never go to the hospital.

"I'm really fine... What, this is an old problem..."

She turned her throbbing head and racked her brains to think of something to say.

"I, I just need to take a nap...another two hours, no, just one hour...just wait until I wake up. If I'm still not feeling better, can you take me to the hospital?"

Matsuda's face was expressionless: "If you keep burning at your temperature for two hours, you won't be able to wait to go to the hospital."

"No, no...I'm really fine..."

Furukawa Kumisa was also anxious. She grabbed Matsuda Jinpei's hand, her eyes full of pleading.

"I know you are worried about my health, but I...I am actually different. You see, a normal person with a fever of 41 degrees would not be able to talk to you so clearly, right?"

...This is indeed the truth. A normal person has a fever of 41 degrees like her for more than an hour. He is already lying in the emergency room. How can he still have the strength to bargain with him?

Matsuda Jinpei was really shaken by her and couldn't do anything, so he took his sleeves out of her hand: "Okay, okay, just lie down."

He glanced at the clock on the wall: "If you sleep for another hour, if the temperature has not dropped, I will take you to the hospital."

Furukawa Kumisa estimated the time based on past experience. Although the fever would not be completely gone after an hour, at least it would not be as scary as 41 degrees.

"Okay! Deal!"

... He was obviously asking her to see a doctor for her own good, so why did he act like he was forcing her?

Matsuda Jinpei sighed - he couldn't count how many times he sighed tonight.

He tucked Furukawa Kumisa into bed, stood up and walked out, but suddenly Furukawa Kumisa grabbed his sleeve again: "You, where are you going?"

Afraid that he would call an ambulance while she was not paying attention, Furukawa Kumisa stared at Matsuda Jinpei warily.

Matsuda Jinpei almost wanted to throw the hot fever-reducing patch on the quilt: "Go and change the fever-reducing patch for you!"

…

When Matsuda Jinpei came in with a new fever-reducing patch, the person on the bed had already fallen asleep...or passed out.

He sighed again in resignation - tonight he was going to have to spend the whole night with Miss Furukawa.

He changed the eldest lady's fever-reducing patch, covered her with a quilt, then found a chair next to her and sat down, planning to make do with the chair all night.

Having said that, when he actually lay back on the chair, he couldn't fall asleep.

Matsuda Jinpei turned his head slightly and looked at Furukawa Kumisa who was not sleeping peacefully on the bed, and felt dazed for a moment.

——Where did you order the porridge? This store can be banned.

He had heard this from another person once.

That was the first time he "remembered" cooking. After the horrific finished product was brought to the table, the other party bit his spoon and frowned as he asked this question.

Matsuda Jinpei never touched the kitchen again.

until……

Matsuda Jinpei closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he saw again the grand explosion that exploded into a sky full of stars.

He clearly knew that he lost someone in that explosion, but everyone around him told him that the person in his memory never existed.

No one had ever secretly given him a love letter in the police academy, no one had ever worked hard for him to pass the investigation class, and no one had ever brought him that bowl of egg custard when he was almost defeated by the death of his friend.

No one ever threw him away and got into the carriage of the Ferris wheel.

"Although I don't have the skills of my seniors to defuse bombs in three minutes, six minutes is enough for this kind of bomb, right?"

When she stepped onto the carriage leading to death, she even turned back and smiled at him.

"Don't make such an expression, Matsuda-senpai."

The flowery smile shone in the shadow of the backlight, instantly lighting up his life that had been darkened by the death of his best friend in the past three years.

"Ogiwara-senpai is also my senior, don't think you are the only one who wants to avenge him."

She never considered the possibility that she would end her life in that narrow carriage.

"We have waited three years for this opportunity, and I won't let Matsuda-senpai get there first."

Hatred, regret, regret... In the past three years, he has become accustomed to walking alone in nightmares every night.
To be continued...