[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

"Huh, what a scary look."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga sighed playfully, and he even waved to the black-clothed bodyguards in a good mood to say hello, but no one realized that it was unusual, they all seemed to know Tsurumaru, and they were no strangers to him.Kusanagi thought gloomily, maybe he shouldn't trust Tsurumaru so much, Fu Sangshen quickly recovered after a moment of loss, and the bright eyes like an urchin were close in front of him.

Their hands were still holding each other, Tsurumaru looked at him sideways, and said softly: "Don't let go of my hand? They all regard you as my person, so as long as you appear at the same time, be more intimate, I won't stop you."

"I always think you're joking." Kusanagi complained indifferently.

Tsurumaru didn't intend to deny it, he pressed the button of the elevator and waited silently.

Kusanagi looked at his delicate side face, and couldn't help but sigh that it really was an existence similar to a god being enshrined. He coughed twice and asked, "What is Mr. Tsurumaru obsessed with? You have been revealing that A very sad expression, as if you have made a mistake, and you are waiting to be blamed and resented by them."

"Is that so in your opinion?" Tsurumaru sighed and raised his head, staring at the elevator shaft built through the glass, "Because of sin. I misunderstood the previous generation's thinking, which led to this result, whether they were left behind Whether it's here, or losing myself, it's all my fault."

The empty elevator opened the door in front of them, Tsurumaru stopped talking, his figure was reflected on the glass, forming a lonely blur.

"Mr. Tsurumaru, although I don't know what happened, but Tui-chan and the others didn't blame you. It would be even more arrogant to want to take all the mistakes."

Tsurumaru took a deep look at him, the elevator creaked and closed the door, and moved towards the height of the thirteenth floor.The pure white youth seemed to want to put on that nonchalant smile, but the face in the glass twisted and failed.

The slender five fingers gripped the human hand even harder, Kusanagi was a little taken aback, and before he asked Tsurumaru if it was important, a huge breaking sound sounded from above his head.When he turned his head, he could see that countless tiny fragments were falling from the world outside the glass.

The crystal clear residue made him suddenly worried about the children who had been taken away.

"It's already been fought." Tsurumaru stared at one of them, and there was an unknown murmur on his lips, "Some troubles."

Ding.The number of floors showed that it was already on the thirteenth floor, Tsurumaru seemed to be relieved, outside the elevator door was a dim corridor, and luxurious carpets were laid according to Morita's interests.However, at this moment, it can be seen that the chandelier on the top of the corridor has been completely shattered, and together with the light bulb, the fragments fell all over the ground.

"Come on now, Master God Judge." Tsurumaru let go of his hand abruptly, Fu Sangshen seemingly effortlessly pushed his shoulder away, and easily pushed him from the elevator into the dim corridor .The silver-haired young man smiled distressedly, and said leisurely, "I will keep an eye on you."

In Kusanagi's sight, his white clothes were quickly blurred with black, and the light in his golden pupils gradually dissipated.Tsurumaru Kuninaga still maintained the posture of reaching out his hand, as if telling him to hold him, and as if admonishing him to abandon himself.When Kusanagi came back to his senses, the elevator was already empty of sunlight.

Tsurumaru does not exist here.

As if it didn't exist here.

Correspondingly, he suddenly gained weight in his hand.

"Mr. Tsurumaru...a sword?"

Kusanagi looked down at his bosom, and there was a pitch-black sword lying there. The strange thing was that the ink-like blackness was like a layer of clothes, covering its surface.The exquisite design of the Taidao when it was originally forged has been completely covered up. Such a knife can only make people feel unknown.

The cold and hard color wordlessly stimulated his nerves.

Even if the sheath is pulled out, the silver-white blade, which should have been made of iron, is pitch-black like decay.Kusanagi sheathed the knife, and the faint anger disappeared in the bite.

Gunshots rang out from the room, and he froze for a few seconds. There were no guards or bodyguards left on this floor. Maybe they had been told that a fight would take place on this floor.Kusanagi randomly found one of the doors, all the doors were exactly the same, his fingertips touched the handle, "Excuse me?"

Another gunshot interrupted him, and the wall collapsed. Immediately afterwards, a bony monster rushed out of it, almost crashing through the glass from the thirteenth floor and falling down.If you look closely, it is not quite the same as the lower ones, and the human part is very complete, including the blue-purple muscles.

The flaming blade slashed across the top of Kusanagi's head, he suddenly lowered his center of gravity to dodge, dense bullets poured on the monster's body, it can be seen that there were some gaps in the blade used for parrying, but for a monster as solid as a rock It's still a drop in the bucket.

"Get out of the way!"

The male voice came out from the smoke and dust of the destroyed wall, and the other party reloaded and fired without hesitation.Kusanagi hurriedly avoided the stray bullets, the black shadow grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the shattered luxurious room with an unobstructed view.

Kusanagi was dragged in by him in a daze, only to find that the monster did not attack again, the man turned his head to look at him, and the two looked at each other.

Even if Kusanagi had a bad memory, he could tell the difference between blonde hair and black hair. The person in front of him was skilled at reloading, but clicked his tongue when he saw the stock.The two sides looked at each other and spoke at the same time:

"Why are you here?"

"who are you?"

Then shut up at the same time.

The man in the knitted hat glanced at him. Although the breath was familiar, Kusanagi was sure he had never seen this face before.Kusanagi had a sad expression on his face, and Kusanagi got closer, and felt that the more he looked, the more he looked like Gin, so he made a serious conclusion: "Where have we met, Mr. Akai Shuichi."

"...you don't even need to think about it."

Akai Shuichi said in frustration.

However, he never thought of concealing his identity. After all, Gin and the others may have shown Kusanagi the video and photos, and the rescue of him was not purely out of goodwill.

"Because I have a deep memory of your name." Seeing the monster slam into the wall again, Kusanagi let out a sigh of relief, "Silver Bullet, the hunting dog of the FBI, cough, you probably have two or three gossip books .For example, this killer is not too cold, love and kill each other if you can't reach it."

"It's Belmode again." Hideo Akai felt his temples twitch, and the bullet shot at the muscles of the marching army again, but was blocked by the iron wall of his body.

During the organization period, out of ten rumors about him and Gin, nine out of ten were Belmode's good deeds. I saw that Akemi Miyano hid magazines from him before, and it turned out that a carton was full of Belmode's doujinshi. , he suddenly felt that this actress was a bit too versatile.

"So you are the man who may become my rival in love."

Kusanagi was serious.

Akai Shuichi held Kusanagi behind him, raised his eyebrows, "You misunderstood."

"You have made many ambiguous speeches."

Is it a thing to talk dirty while sniping?Belmode likes to record even this kind of thing, why didn't she give up the statuette and go to win the best photography award.Akai Hideichi was very depressed, he raised his hand and shot, the retrograde army was swept away as soon as he pulled out his head, no matter how emotional he was, he knew where to vent his anger.

The long knife lingering around Ziyan slashed at Akai. He planned to push Kusanagi away and make further plans away from the attack range, but a violent force came from his left shoulder.On the side of his neck that was slightly deviated, a weird black warrior/knife almost pierced through the skin. Just as the two blades came into contact, the cracks began to spread from that point until it was bigger than the black sword. Double the blade.The purple mist seemed to have weakened a lot, and as the sound of cracking was crisp and sounded one after another, the weapons of the retrograde army were completely dispersed in the smoke and dust.

It stared at the knife without saying a word, and there was no emotion in its pupils shining with strange light.While he was in a daze, Kusanagi tentatively slashed the knife at Su Xingjun's right arm. The opponent's hard muscles could not be easily broken by a layman, but the black tip of the knife cut off his flesh and bones effortlessly. Some cloudy liquid that looked like blood splashed out immediately.The retrograde army glanced at him, and suddenly stopped moving. To be precise, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he stood there sluggishly.A thick purple mist sprang out from the wound, as if a disaster was coming out of Pandora's opened box.

The mist swirls around the pitch-black sword and gradually fades away.The tall body of the marching army also turned into a shriveled and thin skeleton. He fell to the ground, and the place where one arm was missing was stained with dried blood. The oil-like dirty color already showed the bright red of human health.

Like... monsters were once humans.

Kusanagi made another blow to his heart, and slowly drew out the bleeding sword, "I misunderstood the relationship between you and him, I am very sorry, I will be cautious in my words and deeds in the future."

Don't say such things to me with red eyes while wiping the blood, please show a little expression, this look is more like wanting to kill me.Akai Shuichi didn't bother to complain, he simply tore off the strip of cloth to bandage the scratched side arm, and saw Kusanagi retract the blood-red sword back into its sheath.I don't know if there is an illusion, but he seems to see a hazy, almost overflowing color that disappears the moment the sheath is retracted.

The bad air in the room is also a bit of a relief.

The man glanced at the corpse of the slain monster or human, wondering whether to confront him.

The young man blinked, "Mr. Akai, are you injured?"

His aura was completely different from the moment he pulled out the knife, Akai was still puzzled, Kusanagi had already snatched the clean cloth from his hand, and tied up the ruptured blood vessel with ease.The bright red from the corpse wet his clothes but he didn't realize it. The young man put his hands together and said contentedly, "Okay, Mr. Akai, do you know where Conan-kun is?"

Only now did he have time to look around the space. The floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sun that were used for light transmission were almost all destroyed, and crystal fragments could be seen everywhere on the ground.The remaining blood red has dried up, obviously not belonging to the human body that was killed just now, and the beautifully decorated wooden floor even left many traces clearly cut by sharp knives.

On one side of the empty conference room, a solid iron door was half open, and the outside was already covered with traces of deep inlays. Obviously, someone had fought on this floor.The empty dark room suggested that the children may have been taken.Akai Shuichi groped on the wall, tapped with gloved fingers, and took out some delicate tool from his pocket. In a short while, an object that looked like a cipher machine had been stripped out.

"Mr. Akai's skills are very professional, and he is indeed the old enemy of Jin-san."

"I feel that the way you praise people is very strange." Akai unscrewed the screw, feeling helplessly that someone behind him was so curious that he almost fell on his shoulder, "Kusanagi-kun, has your personality changed from just now?" ...Ah, don't move around."

The man sighed and realized that he really couldn't restrain someone's actions:

"At least put the knife down and don't keep poking me with it."

"Ah, sorry."

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