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Knowing that she had done useless work, Shuang Ye's body suddenly trembled, and the whole world became dull.

She turned her eyes to Watanabe, who still had a sigh of relief beside her, as if she was staring at an inhuman thing that should not exist in the world, and the silver eyes that stayed in the moon shadow outside the window lost the normal attitude towards people emotion.

She slowly grabbed Watanabe's collar and lifted him from the ground.

The phantom thieves who thought she was going to kill her finally overcame the fear in their hearts, and stopped her: "Wait—don't kill him!"

Only then was Shuang Ye drawn by the voice and turned her head to look at the other group of people present.

The one who spoke was the leader among the group of people—the slender boy with curly black hair.After entering the magic palace, he is no longer quiet and quiet in his daily life, but is wearing a handsome black windbreaker and a black and white mask on his face, giving people a cool and rebellious feeling.

It's just that he, a high school student, was not deceived by the beautiful and harmless woman in front of him. After the battle just now, he could understand that the opponent's moves were neat and decisive, and he easily defeated them even after half an hour of bloodshed powerful enemy.

Ask yourself, if they were up against this guy, they wouldn't have much of a chance of winning.

At the same time, the dangerous aura that haunts Shuangye's body, who is used to taking people's lives with a knife, always makes him feel a little uneasy.

"If you want the book, we can give it to you—as long as you promise not to do anything to Watanabe, okay?"

Yu Gonglian tried her best to maintain a calm tone, not showing the slightest timidity in front of her.

Hearing what he said, a certain impetuous companion next to him suddenly lost his composure, and subconsciously said, "But, Lian—"

But Yu Gonglian secretly shook her head in disapproval, then came back and continued to stare in the direction of Shuangye, her dark eyes were as bright as the blade of a narrow knife, silently waiting for her response.

Under such gazes, Shuang Ye became a little interested in this person.

She asked the most fundamental question: "The Phantom Thieves clearly hate this kind of scum, but still think that the life of this kind of person is more important than the treasure you want?"

"Our original intention of forming the Phantom Thieves was only to change the status quo of this corrupt world, not to kill people." Ren Amamiya said to her calmly, "As long as we can reform the sinners, our goal has been achieved. "

He is probably the backbone of the entire team. After the confession was made, the companions seemed to be convinced, and they all softened their attitudes and agreed.

"Indeed, I didn't come here for fame, profit or selfishness, but because of like-minded people, I decided to do this business."

"Anyway, the loot we get every time is not a valuable thing-let it go out, let it go out, as I often say, "satisfaction" is enough, right? "

"And we didn't defeat the boss this time..."

Seeing their confession, the plagiarism dog who had been beaten back to its original shape also tightened its worn-out kimono, and came to a standard doge seat on the spot crying bitterly.

"I know I was wrong, please don't, don't kill me—"

Watanabe began to bang on the floor, comparing life with face. Obviously, the former is more important, so here he bowed his head to the evil forces with sincerity: "I know that all the achievements I made before were stolen. , I will definitely admit this to everyone, and return all these painstaking efforts to their original owners—”

As he faced the distortion in his heart, the entire magic palace began to show signs of collapsing, and the walls and floors shook from side to side.

Facing everyone's speeches, Shuang Ye looked down at the book in her hand, feeling that it was as hot as a red-hot iron.

In the face of morality and justice, these people in front of her are far more positive than her, like a strong light shining on herself, and the shadow behind her has nowhere to hide.

Finally, Shuangye let out a long sigh, and let Watanabe aside, letting him turn into star sand and dissipate in the air.

"You guys think too much. I didn't intend to kill him."

Asking her to kill someone is very expensive.

……

An Akira, Shiroba returns to the real world through the 'entry point'.

She is not interested in exchanging information with the members of the Phantom Thieves. Before being discovered by them, she used her ability to teleport herself to the countryside one kilometer away from the villa-the ability of "space movement" is basically regarded as the ability of every space system user. All necessary skills.

Shuangye had no intention of staying here. After she landed safely, she weighed the spoils of her recycling, that is, the book she personally despised, and walked quickly on the rugged mountain road, heading towards the Go in a certain direction in your mind.

No matter what, she still had to go back to the place where she placed that 'Tsushima', she had something to pry out from the other party's mouth.

Following the way back when we came, the sky began to drizzle again.When Shuangye returned to that alley, the man had already disappeared in place.

Instead, there was blood that had been dragged all over the place.

The narrow alley was dim and dark, and a suspenseful atmosphere still lingering with the smell of blood drifted over along the moist and heavy wind, making Shuangye's heart sink.

——Obviously there is her ability, so no one should be able to detect it.Even if it is discovered, it cannot be easily broken through.

Shuang Ye stared at the ground, her brows gradually forming a serious knot: "...what's going on?"

***

Two 10 minutes before that.

A series of heavy footsteps poured into this dark alley.

Dozens of burly men in black suits held guns and ran around the alley with vigilance, as if they were searching for something.

It's a pity that nothing was found, the subordinates could only sweat thinly on their foreheads, and sent a representative to the black-haired young man who was protected in the center, and reported respectfully: "Boss, the subordinates failed to find Horii's location... "

The black-haired young man who seemed to be able to blend into the night said calmly: "Get out of the way."

The subordinates did not dare to disobey his order, and at this moment they all made way for him to enter and exit.

And the young man with a bandaged left eye walked forward slowly, standing at the end of the dark alley, observing and thinking for a while, then he suddenly moved a few inches to the empty space next to him, towards the Logically speaking, there was no place to hide people, and he stretched out his finger.

"it's here."

Where the fingertip touches, the world seems to be split apart in an instant, and the illusion is turned into sharp fragments, which gradually disappear into the invisible.

His eyes touched the exposed person, and there was a hissing sound all around.

That may no longer be called a human form, but a cold corpse that has struggled in the sea of ​​death.

His body seemed to have been greatly swollen and twisted during his lifetime, the buttons of his clothes were all torn apart, the fabric of his suit was also torn into rags, and his body was covered with knife wounds and hideous scratches—not to mention the former, The latter seems to be caused by being scratched severely by oneself because of the great pain.

Dazai was not frightened by the bloody and horrific scene in front of him, he raised his thumb against his thin lips, while thinking, his eyes gradually sank into the dark ocean.

"Did you send a special supernatural person to carry out the assassination just to seal the silence..." Dazai put away his thoughtful expression after having figured this out, turned his head and ordered to his subordinates, "Clean up the scene."

"Yes, chief—"

The scene has lost valuable information, and staying any longer is a waste of time.

Dazai let his subordinates hand over the body to the cleaners to take it to the garbage disposal plant, then turned and left. Seeing this, the team behind him immediately dispatched most of the people to follow behind him, escorting him out of the alley.

The safety of the leaders of Hong Kong gangsters has always been the top priority of the entire organization.

Unfortunately, tonight seems destined to be a sleepless night.

The force that usually led the dark side of Yokohama suffered an unexpected attack the moment it stepped out of the deserted street.

There was only a plop, and the people who fell behind the entire team began to fall to the ground one by one.

"Why... Ugh!"

Someone realized that something was wrong and wanted to look back, but the moment he turned his head, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his heart.He only had time to subconsciously press the trigger, shooting bullets into the air, and then his vision fell into eternal darkness.

Not surprisingly, several other people received the same treatment. The strong smell of iron immediately swayed in the wind, and a few pale street lamps cast light mercilessly, turning the road surface splashed with the blood of the dead in the middle of the night into The street view, illuminated to take in everything in a glance.

It only took a few minutes to react, and all the black suits that got in the way were killed by the sharp knives in the hands of the assassin.

"Leader, leader... get out of here..."

The subordinate who was still warm forced to open his eyes blurred by blood, and said the last sentence in his life to the last man standing there.

After finishing speaking, he finally broke the breath hanging in his throat.

But even though the last wish of the subordinate who was concerned about his own safety was to let him run away, the black-haired young man did not follow his advice.

At such a time, turning your back on the assassin is the most stupid thing to do.

"The purpose of your killing Horii is not just to keep your mouth shut—it's also to lure me out of Kokakuri."

Dazai's slender figure stands under the street lamp, the shadow cut from his body drags long behind his heels, and the loneliness that melts around him is as thick as the perennial fog at the bottom of a cliff.

Facing the envoy who came to assassinate him alone, his eyes were calm, as if he already had the consciousness of facing death.

"The mercenaries hired by the overseas warlords in the concession to rob the goods of our Hong Kong gangsters are just a cover on the surface. You just use this as a cover, and what you really want to implement behind the scenes is the Central Committee. The minister planned the assassination plan against the head of the port Mafia, right?"

The assassin was dissected out of the truth so calmly, and his heart subconsciously tightened, but he was obviously not stupid enough to admit it.

"Stop wasting all your nonsense. I have only one purpose in coming tonight, and that is to kill you."

Seeing that he was alone, the assassin fell into a cat-and-mouse mentality, while tossing the dagger in his hand, he taunted: "It's just that I thought that the legendary port Mafia is so powerful, at least it will let me see If you look at the strength of "Gravity Envoy" or "White Death", even if the dignified leader is about to die, there will be no one around him..."

The assassin summed it up pitifully: "It's pathetic."

After he said these words, the air seemed to suddenly become heavy.

The red full moon in the sky was reflected in the dead right eye of the black-haired young man, burying all the painful memories and emotions in the grave.

"Poor...you may be right."

Dazai laughed softly at himself, no one knew what was going on in his heart at the moment.

However, after a while, the trance in his eyes returned to the coldness of the past, and he smiled and maintained his demeanor and retorted: "But the real fact is that they don't need to be dispatched just to deal with a useless mosquito."

The assassin couldn't bear to be belittled to such an extent in his mouth, and in an instant, he threw one of the daggers with dark green blades in his hand, and threw it in Dazai's direction.

"Then see, when you become a monster and have to watch yourself being tortured to death, can you still say such big words—"

As soon as the words fell, the dead bodies around him gradually swelled up, hair began to grow all over their bodies, and then they crawled up from the ground in a crooked shape.

But Dazai remained motionless in the face of the strange current situation and the attack, and let the misaligned dagger brush the hair on his cheek and fly away. Seeing this, the assassin couldn't help but secretly groaned, and decided to leave on his own. , rushed towards Dazai's direction.

The blade reflected in the bottom of Dazai's eyes became bigger and bigger, and at the moment when the blood came, the dagger that had just staggered to his side suddenly flashed from behind, and retaliated at the original owner at a more fierce speed.

While Dazai was stunned, the familiar cool voice behind him burst into flowers in his inner world.

"—Are you so weak that you can't even hide?"

She is coming.