[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

"Does Mr. Kurosawa know Xiao Haibara?"

Watching Haibara's back gradually disappear around the corner, Kusanagi knocked on the glass.She insisted on not letting Kusanagi deliver to the door, and as far as he knew, the place where she got off was not Dr. Ali's residence. It seemed that she would rather walk alone at night than stay with Gin.Although the girl is usually calm to the point of indifference, she is acting abnormally now, so it is not surprising that he made such a guess.

Besides, gin is really scary now.

"Your eyes are like a wolf staring at its prey. It will scare away children."

Gin was noncommittal, and seemed to have no intention of answering this question. In fact, he didn't expect to be perfunctory at all, and he was ready to tell Kusanagi the whole thing.Kusanagi grabbed Gin's strands of silver hair from behind dissatisfied, and weaved them together with resentment. He pinched the opponent's chin.

"Ok?"

The strong smell of smoke filled the face close by, and Kusanagi lost the ability to speak for a while, and could only stare at Gin's upturned lips in a daze. After a while, he suddenly recalled: "...Mr. Is there a problem, we will die for love."

"It looks like your eyes are not doing well—we've arrived."

In his playful tone, Kusanagi turned his stiff neck, barely seeing the lights outside from the inside of the glass.Now I really can't see my fingers, except for a light bulb dangling in mid-air, which was dropped by an electric wire, emitting a faint light. Kusanagi recognized at a glance that it was the arrangement of Luyinzhuang.He clearly reminded the landlord many times, but the other party always forgot to replace it with a good one.

It really looks like a scene from a horror movie at night.

Kusanagi stared blankly at the clear shadow reflected on the glass, it was impossible to deny the fact that he was seduced by the beauty.Several methods flashed through my mind, but none of them I was willing to adopt. If I describe it in words, this is the so-called irrefutable and unwilling to refuse.

Akita Fujishiro closed his eyes, waved his arms with the determination to go all out, and bit his tongue vaguely: "Stop—no, impure—"

Wuhu Tui took the opportunity to hug Kusanagi's arm with tears in his eyes. Of course, it's not clear how much of it is true.His voice was not as erratic and playful as it was a few hours ago, but the shyness of an ordinary boy. Kusanagi had to sigh that besides women, children should not be underestimated.

"Owner……"

The young man raised his head pitifully, and the strength in his hands became heavier, but a sweet smile appeared on the side of his face in the blind corner of his vision.The warm touch of the skin left, Gin withdrew his five fingers, and opened the car door in silence, how could he not know the thoughts of these little ghosts Fusangshen.Kusanagi saw a rough-looking pink rabbit pendant hanging under his rearview mirror. It seemed that Kusanagi had obtained it in a gashapon in the game hall before. Because he felt the contrast was too great, he forced it into gin.

He stood aside and watched the car parked perfectly. He always felt that it was a little funny that the killer was busy with ordinary things now.Gin sneered, and threw the car key in a perfect arc, which happened to land in Kusanagi's hand.The man lit a cigarette again, and took out the smartphone that had been vibrating from just now from the windbreaker with his leather-wrapped hands. Since he had ignored it for so long, I'm afraid that person couldn't wait any longer.

Kusanagi shook the key: "Mr. Kurosawa, do you have anything else to do?"

"Work."

He didn't say much, Kusanagi carried more pets this time than when he went out, five tigers hung on him and Wuhutui, Foxosuke was so crowded that there was no place to stay.He sighed, and took Akita Toshiro's hand, maybe because of being Fusangshin, his fingertips were cold and bloodless, Kusanagi decided to remind him not to wear shorts on the street in winter.He waved his hand at Gin, "Come back early and be safe?"

"Humph."

The silver-haired man leaned against the car, and a cold syllable came out after a while.He watched his back disappear into the junction of darkness and dimness, and pinched out the half-smoked cigarette irritably. In the night scene dyed in pure color, a black dress that almost blended into one fluttered lightly in the faint light. Down.Moths can't help but come into contact with flames and light, and her existence is just like the element that lures moths, and Belmode is exactly such a role.

She took off her sunglasses and waved her hand: "Long time no see? Don't worry, I didn't say anything. This time it's just that gentleman's whim."

"Exactly." There was a threatening coldness in Gin's eyes, "I also want to know why you concealed about APTX4869."

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The organization will often change the location of the meeting. In Gin's memory, he is familiar with all the paths.Since he accidentally fell into the turbulent river during the firefight, he naturally lost contact with the organization for a while.The undercurrent lurking in the darkness is turbulent. Of course, people like Toru Amuro do not believe that he is dead. Shuichi Akai of the FBI is also chasing after him, and he has no extra thoughts. For Belmode, Gin is death. Whether it's life or death doesn't matter much, no one knows what this woman is thinking.

As for the gentleman, he knew where the gin was from the first, and just turned a blind eye.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Bourbon is dressed as a waiter, and it's not clear whether he is interested in it or just came from a part-time job, after all, Bourbon's side job is really colorful.The young man nodded cheerfully to Gin. During the long-lost time together, no one is willing to touch the head of the number one killer. Caution is an important condition for living in this world, not to mention parties are nothing to them. pointless activity.

No matter who is the first to talk to whom, it will be deemed as "having some intentions", and mutual suspicion is really in line with their way of getting along.

Gin looked at him indifferently, but didn't respond, and Bourbon didn't feel bored.Belmode moved closer to the young man, and slightly evoked a soft smile, as if he was very interested in him. Bourbon smiled wryly and barely coped with her verbal offensive. Looking around, no one would be willing to help him get rid of this woman .Who likes trouble.

Most of the killers are dressed in black, come silently, and then leave silently.One of the men, whose face was so ordinary that no one would notice even if he entered the vast crowd, stepped forward and pressed something, then took a step back and stood quietly by the wall, waiting for the instrument to operate.It has to be said that the development of technology is much more convenient today. At least that gentleman does not need to worry about his identity being exposed, and can control the actions of the entire organization behind the scenes of absolute security.

The loudspeaker is specially processed audio to prevent identification, and the narration is only a plain warning.On weekdays, their work is passed on to that gentleman through eyeliners or monitors, and now there is really nothing worth talking about on such an important day.Bourbon caressed his chin thoughtfully, and set his searching eyes on the wall.

"What do you think?" Belmode whispered behind him.

Bourbon spread his hands: "Forgive me, I don't know anything."

Gin barely cheered himself up from the dry official parlance, which was totally out of character for the gentleman.He blinked, and it happened to be broadcast to the part of "Some monsters have attacked the branch recently, affecting the progress of the APTX series of experiments, so we", Gin slightly raised his head, the gentleman's speculation is still going on, but it's all Unrelated conjectures.The ordinary man who was in charge of the broadcast just now moved a little, bowed his head respectfully and opened one of the carved doors.

The leading man walked out with long silver hair hanging down softly, with a weapon in a scabbard hanging around his waist, like a tourist walking casually on the street, without any nervousness.

"Sberbi Skuvalo - the current agent of Vongola's assassination force Balian in Japan - please advise."

His wonderful syllables blended inconceivably with the slow tone of that gentleman. Belmode shook his long and slender fingers with interest, and the nails were covered with glittering ornaments. She always attached great importance to the maintenance of these details.There were gradually discordant murmurs in the room. The killers with guns all stared at the swordsman in front of him. He didn't show any timidity. The expression on his face showed that he was complaining from the bottom of his heart. This job is boring.

The gentleman's smiling voice was heard clearly in everyone's ears: "——Before Mr. Skuvalo investigates the origin of the monster, please get along well?"

After a busy tone, the communication was completely interrupted. The grumpy members cut the man who was acting as the agent up and down with sharp eyes, but the latter just shook his head silently to express that he didn't know anything about it.The gentleman's statement was as relaxed as the head teacher who announced the plan before the spring outing, Qin Jiu frowned, the sense of disobedience was too serious, and he even had some unspoken suspicions that were growing wantonly.It seems that Skuvalo has no intention of continuing the farce with them, and he only made contact with the organization because of Sawada Tsunayoshi's commission.

The monsters that come and go without a trace are not affected by rings or flames, and attack the Japanese branch and ordinary people on the street indiscriminately. They seem to be unconscious, but they have a human-like form.These monsters cannot be completely wiped out, they can only be repelled temporarily, and the summed up number is astonishingly large - if they have been lurking in the dark, they will become quite difficult, and it is impossible for them to let them go if there are already injured people .

The young Ozora looked serious, with determination burning in his warm eyes: "We can't let them do whatever they want anymore, Skuvalo, please."

The contact with local organizations is just an excuse. The technical team suspects that these monsters are man-made and can be called works of art, and there are very few organizations that can make them.Cooperating with the same organization that was said to be attacked is just to find out the truth, so building a good relationship... probably is unnecessary.This is just a branch. He didn't find a place similar to the underground research institute just now. It seems that he still needs to go to the headquarters to find information.

Thinking of this, Skuwa simply left the table, waved his hand and disappeared into the dim corridor: "Don't worry, I won't shoot you before the end—probably."

"Hmm." Bourbon pondered for a while, "Then I'm going back too."

Belmode approached Gin, rolled up his wavy hair that had recently been permed and dyed maroon with his fingertips, and looked coquettishly at the surveillance cameras lined up in the corner.The machines glowed icy red, as if thousands of eyes were staring at her through the glass.A smile leaked from the corner of her lips: "That gentleman really pays attention to fun."

Gin glanced at her silently, the black boots stepped on the ground, and the crisp sound of collision echoed in the empty facility.

"What do you think that gentleman wants to do?" Belmode asked softly, "Gin, do you want to die?"

The man turned his head slightly and looked at her.He didn't answer, but his own answer was already written in his eyes. Few people in the world could refuse the temptation of immortality—but Gin shook his head.

Belmode smiled: "What if rejuvenation is also a kind of immortality?... Like the lighthouse jellyfish, it will always cycle between childhood and adulthood, and have an immortal life. There will always be people who cannot resist this temptation, even if they are desperate He is a gangster, and also has a selfish desire to preserve his youth forever."

"... Who is the person in charge of researching the APTX series."

Da, the footsteps stopped.

If Shirley is still alive, she should know—Bermod stretched her waist like a playful cat.

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Happy Spring Festival little angels! ! !Hope the new year goes well!

I also have a lot of deficiencies and hope to improve. The skills and OOC in all aspects are too much. Thank you for your tolerance... I will work hard and continue to practice!