Crimson Blade

The body froze in place, and Kaito's breathing stagnated for a short time due to the oppressive momentum. At this moment, Conan rushed out of the gate of the exhibition hall and shouted at the same time:

"Kid!"

The sound of the waves crashing away from him, watching the surging sea towards him disappear, Kidd, who was covered in cold sweat behind his back, said from the bottom of his heart:

"Thanks, Detective!"

The phantom thief in a white suit took a few steps back, glanced at Giyuu who was standing there calmly with lingering fear, and then shrank his neck in fear and ran away nimbly.

Thank you for what?

Because the heroic aura rushed towards Kidd alone, Conan didn't notice anything wrong at all, but scratched his head blankly.

Is this intentionally only teaching the strange thief a small lesson and letting him go?Fei Cunren, who was standing behind Yiyong, blinked, and had some guesses in his mind.

"That Kidd's father used to be a member of the hidden army"

As if knowing the confusion in Himura Ren's heart, Yoshiyuki slowly let go of the wrist he was holding, and said in a slightly ups and downs tone.

Because the evil spirits have been killed, the modern hidden troops are not only logistics personnel, but also non-staff personnel who are responsible for collecting intelligence or have special skills.

Among them is Black Feather Pirate One who was once a world-renowned magician and the first generation of phantom thief Kidd.

"That's it!"

Muttering suddenly, Fei Cunren raised his eyelids slightly to meet Yiyong's eyes who were close at hand.

too close…

After belatedly realizing that the distance was not right, Fei Cunren felt a little embarrassed at this moment, touched the tip of his nose, and quietly took half a step back.

Although the emotion contained in this Giyong's eyes is indeed moving, and Himura Ren almost fell into it just now, but now he is sober, he knows that this emotion that has been brewing for hundreds of years does not belong to him.

To have such a relationship, I don't know if I am lucky or unlucky in this world.

The distance between the two was opened, looking at the mature and stable Yoshio in front of him, Himura Ren's mood was a bit complicated, and he still had hesitant guesses in his heart.

If the volunteers in this world have such mellow feelings in their hearts, what about their own world?

In his world, there is still some young Yiyong, does he also have the same feelings?

"What happened before, sorry."

Yiyong's voice had a gentleness that he didn't usually have. He looked at the young lover in front of him, and while joy and joy were intertwined in his heart, there was also an unimaginable struggle in his eyes.

No one knows how he suppressed the grief in his heart and tried to live after the death of Fei Cunren in this world.

Naturally, no one knew how much he wished he could give up reason and regard the other party as his beloved lover when he saw the sword of Feicun in another world.

But this Ah Ren is not his own Ah Ren after all, no matter how much he looks like it.

There was a little sourness in his heart, and the waves that had just risen in his heart calmed down again. Giyong tried his best to calm his voice, and then said the word "sorry".

Is this a distinction?

Realizing that the feelings brewing in Yoshioka's heart in this world are deeper than he imagined, Himuraba took a deep breath and shook his head, then slightly moved his lips and replied:

"It's ok…"

"Ha ha!"

The short conversation between the two people in front of the exhibition hall exhausted all the turbulent emotions in their hearts, and above the roof of the exhibition hall, the seemingly unreal Yuko Ichihara was lazily smoking a pipe, exhaling a smoke ring and letting out a chuckle.

"It seems that things didn't go as you expected, but I won't refund the transaction price because of this." Stretching her graceful and tall body, the witch said in a charming voice in one direction.

"jingle!"

The crisp and melodious bells rang under the night sky. The young man in a platinum staggered safari jacket with a crimson underclothes looked down at the ground, and the figure standing above the exhibition hall seemed to disintegrate in a blow.

"It's okay, at least it can dissipate the obsession in his heart a little bit."

The crimson hair fluttered in the wind, and the face grew a little longer. It was obvious that the grown-up Fei Cunren had vermilion eyeshadow painted on the end of his eyes. He said lightly with a hint of divinity:

"What's more, the price is only a part of the world's belief in me."

Looking at the bravery on the ground who has been widowed for him for hundreds of years, the god Feicunren's tone is full of indifference, as if the belief that is the foundation is just a feather.

human emotion

Ichihara Yuko didn't speak, but had a charming smile on her face, and then took a puff of the pipe, her expression flickering in the smoke she exhaled.

No one noticed the conversation that already belonged to the gods in the exhibition hall, and no one even saw that there were two god-level guys in the exhibition hall.

On the ground, however, it was very lively, because Kidd had already escaped, but Giyuu, who had been disguised by Kidd, stayed where he was, so Nakamori Ginzo, who rushed out of the exhibition hall, naturally regarded Giyuu as Kidd.

"Haha, finally caught you, Kidd!"

The middle-aged man in a gray suit laughed triumphantly, took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, and strode forward to arrest Yiyong.

"Uncle, I made a mistake, hello!"

Conan behind him was yelling and trying to stop him, but facing Ginzo Nakamori who rushed forward recklessly, Giyuu just deflected his body following his steps, and controlled the opponent's handcuffed hands at a tricky angle.

"Damn Kidd!"

Unable to hear Conan's obstruction, Nakamori Ginzo exhaled in pain while not forgetting to say Kidd, which made the corner of Himura Ren's mouth twitch helplessly and explained for Giyuu:

"He is the president of the Wisteria Group himself, not some Kidd pretending to be."

"Yes, I can also prove it, Nakamori."

A hearty voice sounded, and the short hair with golden-red gradient was a bit dazzling under the night. Purgatory Kyojuro, who was wearing a casual shirt, still spoke enthusiastically as usual.

"Hiss, Minister of Purgatory?!"

Yiyong let go of his hands when Xing Julang spoke, while Nakamori Ginzo was gasping for breath at this moment, and lightly tapped his wrist that was pinched red.

"Are you Xingjurou?"

Because the appearance of the purgatory family is really carved out of the same mold, there is a trace of hesitation in Fei Cunren's words.

"It's me, it seems I'm lucky to see you tonight!" Xing Shoulang said carelessly as he walked a few steps to Fei Cunren's side.

Like Yiyong, Xing Shoulang has not changed much except that he has matured, and the only thing that attracts attention is probably the obvious scar on his eyelid.

but…

Thinking of the title that Nakamori Ginzo blurted out just now, Himura Ren clenched his left hand and bumped Kyojuro's chest, and asked in a casual tone:

"minister?"

"This is just the head of a department in charge of confidential tasks in the bureau."

Talking modestly, looking at Giyuu who was staring at him beside him, Kyojuro tactfully opened a little distance and continued:

"Actually, I'm far behind other people!"

"Not to mention Yiyong who has become the president, Yusui who has recently become a star, and Undead Chuan who is in charge of gangsters. Even Sister Butterfly is now a giant crocodile in the medical field."

"Are they all so powerful?" Himura Ren exclaimed in amazement when he thought of Mitsuri and Iguro who were well-known in writing culture.

"Of course it is!"

Glancing at Suzuki and other ordinary people rushing to the door, Xingshourou lowered his voice and added:

"It's mainly for the stability of the country, just like Yiyong is in charge of the economy, Yusui is in charge of entertainment, Butterfly is in charge of medicine and so on."

So, has the pillar of the Demon Slayer Squad become a veritable pillar now?

Listening to Kyojuro's explanation, Himura Ren understood almost instantly how the Demon Slayer Squad integrated into the country after the final World War I.

"It's the Purgatory Police Officer!"

Suzuki Jirokichi, who came late, stretched out his hand to shake hands, and said politely on the other hand:

"Are you here...?"

"Oh, you know, because tomorrow there will be a kendo final in the square in front of the exhibition hall."

Quickly reached out and shook hands, Xing Shoulang pointed in one direction, and said in a hearty voice:

"After all, that person is coming too, so I, who is in charge of security, will also come to investigate."

"That's it!"

Jiroji Suzuki was smiling, and he couldn't see the irritable look at home when he was annoyed that someone disrupted his duel with Kidd.

It's just a kendo competition, even if Jian Xin used to have a special status, but what about such strict security?

Listening to the conversation between the two, Fei Cunren frowned, and the confusion that had always existed in his heart gradually surfaced.

And just judging from what Anjuro said just now, the pillars of the Demon Slayer Squad are each in charge of their own field, so can it be said that Xingjurou's identity should also play a pivotal role in the police department?

Calculated in this way, is it possible that something will happen in tomorrow's kendo final?Himura Ren cast doubtful eyes on Giyuu who was standing aside.

As if sensing Himuraba's gaze, Giyuu picked up the peaked cap that fell on the ground naturally, and then handed the cap over, while lowering the volume and whispering:

"According to the information we have received, it seems that someone is going to assassinate your brother tomorrow."

Assassinate Kenshin? !

Hiding the loose strands of hair back into the hat again, a trace of surprise appeared on Himura Ren's face, and he couldn't figure out how anyone would want to follow the old Kenshin.

"According to the information, it is the descendants of your brother's former enemy who want to do this."

Listening to Giyuu's explanation, the doubts in Fei Cunren's eyes deepened.Although Jianxin was a swordsman who cut hundreds of people a long time ago, how long ago was that, and how come there are still people who want revenge.

"Actually?"

"Actually, it's probably a black organization, trying to take advantage of the chaos caused by your brother's death to pick up the opportunity and do something."

With a change in expression, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Fei Cunren raised his head and said thoughtfully:

"So after knowing the Suzuki Group's exhibition, and I was summoned by Suzuki Sonoko, you moved the kendo competition here?"

"Because there is a high probability that I will be here tomorrow, so the protection can be tighter."

That's it!

Yiyong nodded slightly, and Feicun Ren, who was affirmed, had a hint of eagerness in his eyes and a cold look on his face.

But it's okay, since someone wants to assassinate my brother, then I want to see who assassinated whom.