How I was forced to be a boss

This is really a bit surprising.

Was it Mr. Kawaguchi's subordinate?

Speaking of Mr. Ito who has a relationship with Mr. Kawaguchi, then I might really know this poor hapless guy.

Before I recommended Mr. Gutian, I had recommended this Ito, but in the end he seemed to have other arrangements and had to be replaced by Mr. Gutian.As a result, Mr. Ito just missed the post of Governor of Kanagawa.

Unexpectedly, when we met again, Mr. Ito was already lying on the ground, cold.

"It's okay, Kudo, it's okay to show everyone." He handed his bag forward.

I thought I was an acquaintance after all, so don't embarrass them, it's better to show them my bag.

The real murderer is the organization with a rather simple name, since this task was completed by Amuro Toru, and there is that partner who may exist somewhere.Then this case must be full of thunder and rain, and nothing will happen.

"No, no need." Kudo Shinichi smiled awkwardly, then turned his head and said something in Officer Megure's ear.

Police officer Mu Mu looked surprised and looked at me again and again.

"That lady over there can't be the murderer's, so there's no need to investigate further."

Of course Miss Secretary is not reconciled.

This young lady has been biting me so hard that I am a little suspicious.

So I glanced around and there were still corpses, and finally understood what was going on from the dodging eyes of the secretary and the driver.

The person was not killed by the black organization, but Mr. Ito's own hands, and it was a conspiracy, with love and money each accounting for part of the reason.The lady secretary was trying to cover her lover, and she wanted to let her lover destroy the evidence of the murder when everyone's eyes were on me.

Meeting Kudo Shinichi's gaze, I stretched out my finger and pointed at the driver, "Hurry up, I have other things to do."

Kudo Shinichi was speechless, but he still showed the qualities that a detective should have, and solved the case in the fastest time.

Miss Secretary didn't understand until she was about to be taken away with Mr. Driver, why her method of diverting her eyes didn't work at all.

When passing by Kudo Shinichi, he still couldn't bear to answer this question: "You work beside Representative Ito, and you know that Representative Ito is loyal to Mr. Kawaguchi, so why don't you know who that is?"

The secretary froze.

She never thought that there might be someone she couldn't afford to mess with in this restaurant.

"who is it?"

"That's Teacher Zhuxi."

Kudo Shinichi looked at the woman who was taken away in a daze after getting the answer with pity.

Even if Senator Kawaguchi came in person, he had to think carefully about whether he could offend this teacher. What gave the secretary the courage to think that she could use this teacher?

What happened not long ago at the hot spring hotel flashed through his mind again, and suddenly his stomach churned, and he felt like he was going to vomit again.

The complex and straightforward evil of human nature is hard to forget.

However, the one who counts everything is the most impressive.

Kudo Shinyi thought of a sentence - she doesn't use "knife" to kill people.

My chat with the professor was almost over. Since someone had just died here and the place was messy, we left after we left our contact information.

The remaining details can be communicated by phone or with other people.

"Looking forward to meeting you next time." Bowing down respectfully, after parting, he walked in front of Kudo.

As soon as he saw me passing by, the Mumu police officer walked away as if something happened.

"So what did you tell people?" I was a little curious.

"Just told Officer Megure your pseudonym."

That's not the right reaction, is it?Even if it's my black fan, it shouldn't be like this...how should I put it?

"Afraid?" Kudo Shinichi replied.

It turned out that I actually expressed my doubts.

"Aren't you clear about this?" Kudo Shinichi widened his eyes in surprise.

I honestly shook my head.

Kudo Shinichi hesitated to speak, and finally covered his face helplessly, as if giving up on himself, "Forget it. It's nothing, it's not a big deal, Miss Kitano still has things to do?"

In the end, I still don't understand anything.

But I'm not that much of a digger.I just like the process of exploring questions, the unknown is always more interesting than the omniscient.

Of course, this kind of unknown should be limited to the extent that it will not affect the current life.

For example, the death of Mr. Ito is very problematic.It's not about the two collaborators, but about the fact that the black organization is going to attack Ito.

The only two possibilities I can think of are that Ito has something to do with the organization, or Ito's next actions will be harmful to the organization.

"So, which answer do you prefer?"

Without turning my head to look at the person who appeared next to me at some point, I walked forward slowly, answering his question as I walked, "Of course - both."

Ito is about to use the handle of the organization in his hand to do something harmful to the organization, so the organization sends a killer to kill him.

"Bingo!"

I stopped suddenly, sighing silently.

Turning around, he looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to be in poor health. "Long time no see, Fyodor Mikhailovich," he said after a pause, "Nice meeting."

Standing in front of me, the seemingly harmless sick boy was Dostoyevsky, a literary master from another world and troublemaker in this world, who had almost no direct contact with each other.

He took my hand and kissed me gracefully.

"Nice to meet you, Kitano-san."

This is the most important purpose of my coming to Mihua Town this time.

I threw away the useless note in my hand.

There is only one reason why he appeared in front of me. The note was all fake except for the words Mihuacho.

I did not tell others about this man, but came to see him alone.But he didn't believe that I would keep this matter so strict.

"Why didn't you tell anyone else?"

He took me through all kinds of paths that I can't remember at all, like casually asking questions.

"Because you are special."

……

Well--

I rubbed my sore nose, not understanding why he stopped suddenly.He looked up suspiciously at the boy who turned around.

The gloomy alley was pitch black, only the occasional flashes of passing cars hit his face, his handsome face could be vaguely seen, but the expression on his face could not be distinguished.

"Do you think so?"

After a little thought, he still gave an affirmative answer.

"You are special." I repeated word by word.

Fyodor's suppressed low laughter sounded in the alley, and then he raised his arms and opened his arms, and I saw the strange look in his eyes through the flashing light, "Sure enough, you understand me ,Right."

He took two steps forward, hugged me suddenly, put his chin on my shoulder, and spoke in a soft voice, like some kind of hint or some kind of temptation.

"Come to me, let's realize our common ideal together."

Even though I am so close to him at this moment, the two of us have caught each other's body temperature, but I still feel chills in my heart.

In this way, I was finally sure of one thing.

I can't change the mind of the man in front of me, and he can't change mine.

We cannot understand each other.

Lowering my eyes, I hugged him back.

"Okay." I replied softly.

"Your wish will definitely come true, Fyodor."

Fyodor's residence has the same name as his organization. It is in a place that ordinary people can never imagine. The route is as complicated as the base of Bishuiliu back then.

However, Mr. Bishui is still a king after all, and he is not so afraid of being discovered, but Fyodor's base is different, it is almost impossible to be discovered.

"If you expose the location here to other people, I may be in trouble." Fyodor warned me who was sitting on the sofa and fiddled with the phone with my head down, but it was more of a reminder than a warning. He wasn't nervous at all.

I looked at my mobile phone, which had no signal at all and could only use his wireless network, and complained: "It's obviously being monitored by you, don't you know if I have sent a message?"

I can guarantee that as long as I dare to press the number of Hong Kong black or the king of gold, whether the mobile phone can be used in the next second will be a problem.

"How come, you are free to do whatever you want, you are my guest, my companion."

The way he looked at me was as gentle as the way I looked at the cabbages.

"So what exactly do you want to do? What do you want me to do?" asked the boy sitting in front of the computer, staring at several screens.

"Supernatural power is evil." He sighed.

Then I finally understood what this guy was going to do.

He wants a world without people with supernatural powers.

I couldn't help but look at him strangely.

"What's wrong?" He tilted his head and looked at me with a smile.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence: "So you don't think that everyone in the world is guilty and want to destroy the world."

For a moment, the room was eerily silent.

"teacher……"

Now it was his turn to look at me hesitantly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

I think we should not discuss this topic, it is a bit embarrassing, so I quickly changed the subject, "So how do you want to achieve your goal?"

Probably seeing that I don't want to talk about the topic just now, he responded cooperatively: "Have you heard of the 'book' that appeared in Yokohama?"

I must know the book, but what he said and what I understood should be different, so I shook my head.

Then I listened to the explanation about the 'book' in his mouth, and my mind went blank in surprise.

I never knew there was such a thing in Yokohama.

But I don't really like this kind of thing in Yokohama.Even if this "miracle thing" does not really exist, just a plausible news is enough to become a source of disputes. At this time, we can see the importance of Mr. Chang Lu from the country.

It is not an exaggeration to say that a 'miracle' without guardians or restrictions can turn the world upside down.

But these are not the most important, those are futures that may or may not exist.

What horrifies me is what "books" can do to the past.