[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

Edogawa Conan had never seen anything like this.

Today, when science and technology occupy the mainstream, no one can imagine that cold weapons can leave such deep marks on utensils.The iron gate used to lock them has a heart-pounding thickness, but even such a strong barrier is still full of wounds that seem to be torn by the claws of giant beasts.Detectives have only seen stiff corpses, arteries pierced by daggers and flesh hit by bullets at best, and the scene of swords facing each other is completely magical.

Time went back to the loud noise that the three of them heard at the same time just 5 minutes ago.In fact, the sound insulation effect of this door is good, and all kinds of things that happened outside before this have not passed through the gap. The only reason for this piercing crack is because Morita Ryuhei opened the iron door.

He covered the gap, so it was impossible to see the outside situation clearly for a while, Conan knelt on one knee, trying to use the watch's anesthesia needle to aim at the man's skin.Ryuhei Morita glanced at him as if he didn't know anything, and the next moment, two bodyguards in black walked in and lifted Conan and Ayumi up like a restless pet cat.

Morita Ryuhei walked in, he didn't seem to be in a good mood, while grabbing Rambo, he complained viciously: "Damn, that lunatic is indiscriminate, and Skuvalo is a bastard too. I shouldn't have Looking forward to it, let him fight Pengo Lie and lose both."

"leader!"

One of the burly bodyguards seemed to see something strange. He stretched out his arms in panic to block Morita. The sound of teeth cracking resounded through the iron gate, and Conan saw a finger-deep dent left behind.Blood fell from between the flesh and bones, and Ayumi screamed in shock. The burly bodyguard's arm was almost only a piece of flesh and flesh still connected, which was terrifying and disgusting.

It's just that the wind of the sword blows by, there is such power.

Conan didn't pay attention to Morita's cursing sentence. In his sight, two weapons collided, and the double-edged sword provoked the samurai/sword/sword.One of them's silver-white long hair was blown into confusion by the cold wind, but he was not affected at all, and even the blood splattered could not change the mad smile on his face.

He is enjoying the fight.

"Report your name! Unknown swordsman!" Scovalo flicked the sharp blade away, and there was more emotion called enjoyment on his face. The confrontation with an evenly matched or even superior opponent brought supreme joy happy.However, during several silent exchanges, he also gradually understood the nature of the incongruity, and there was an inexplicable trace between his brows, "Tsk, don't you understand people's words?"

The young man is wearing a military uniform whose origin cannot be seen. The style should have nothing to do with the existing country. The Taidao he holds is not extraordinary at a glance. Even if it has been worn to the point where it cannot be seen clearly, its intact appearance must be quite gorgeous.What was even more unexpected was that Scovaro was staring at the opponent's handsome face, but there was no shadow of his eyes in his memory.

Separated by a layer of hazy fog, the fog shrouded the figure of the young man, as if he had stepped out of the darkness, and was destined to return to the darkness.

The sense of incongruity is too heavy.

The evasive actions that humans should have have never happened to young people.Although there are also schools of swordsmen who use offense as defense and seem desperate, but they will skillfully save important parts from injury.The nameless swordsman with superb sword skills in front of him almost ate every attack that should be fatal with his body. In contrast, his offensive also suppressed Skuvalo, and a terrifying tear appeared on the flesh and blood of the silver-haired sword emperor. laceration.

The nameless man didn't back down, the tachi kept cutting through all the shelters in the room, and warm blood gradually trickled from his icy body.Scuvaro felt viscerally that now it was troublesome.

Youth is not a manufactured beast, nor is it an ordinary human being, he is something in between.

In Scovalo's peripheral vision, it was Morita Ryuhei who quickly entered the password and opened the secret door.The blond-haired man grinned at him who had no time to care about him, showing a mocking smile, and the shape of his lips changed silently, "Goodbye, Balian's distinguished guest."

Immediately afterwards, his face disappeared behind the closed steel door.

Scovalo only felt that a muscle in himself was broken instantly. He coughed up the blood on the tip of his tongue unhappily, and his sharp eyes fell on the young man.Weird opponents gradually made him feel less fun. He threw away the edge of the sword and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I don't care why you wield your knife, but you will be defeated by me."

Before he finished speaking, the young man who had been silent all this time shuddered. He looked in a certain direction, and there was no one there.Through the wall, Scuvaro wasn't sure what he was feeling.From those trembling lips, for the first time, there was the voice of obsession that Skuvalo could hear clearly.

"...Are you here? Can you come and forgive me?"

A faint sigh falls into the dust.

"What's wrong? The door has already been opened, why are you still in a daze."

Akai Shuichi heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately he remembered to bring some tools.On the input keyboard of the password lock, a group of imprints traced by white powder indicated the direction for him.There was a shattering cold wind coming from the steel door, he looked back, Kusanagi was still standing there with that weird sword in his arms.

Hearing his voice, the young man didn't respond, the pupils under the eyelashes were full of emptiness, and Akai waved his hand in front of his eyes before returning to his senses.

"Sorry." Kusanagi was stunned for a few seconds, "Someone seemed to call me just now, and before I knew it..."

"Really." Akai didn't get too entangled in this issue, he stepped into the dark room first, "Don't leave my side later."

"I know, but isn't this speech weird?"

"If you mean that too."

The man raised his eyebrows and said, the plentifulness of the elderly should not be underestimated.

Kusanagi obediently followed him down a section of the spiral staircase, and saw the elevator device used by Mr. Morita for transfer without accident. He really didn't know what to do if he encountered an earthquake.The space here is narrower than the sightseeing elevator used for hospitality, and it only leads to the only floor. Kusanagi watched the numbers change. After a long while, he suddenly lowered his eyes: "Mr. Akai, do you feel inexplicably anxious?"

"No, no." Akai replied stiffly, "Why do you ask that?"

"That's probably my illusion." Kusanagi looked thoughtfully at the spotless light gray ceiling, and then turned his gaze back to the floor of the private elevator, where a few drops of blood-red color stuck to the floor, as if suddenly appearing on white paper. The dark spots on it are extremely conspicuous.

The elevator panel made a crisp sound at the right time, and the muzzle of Akai's gun rose slightly, but there was no enemy they imagined behind the door.There was a strong smell of blood, Akai carefully stepped over something blocking the door, and stretched out his hand to Kusanagi: "Jump over here, you can see it if you want."

Kusanagi sighed, and instead of taking his hand, he leaned down and approached the corpse.The corpse was wearing a well-fitting black suit, with a burly figure. With a little gesture, he could be found to be more than a head taller than himself. One of his arms was almost completely severed, exposing a white gap.

But the cause of his death was three bullets in his eyebrows.

"Abandoned by Ryuhei Morita, one arm was crippled, and the floor was dirty, it is no longer useful." Shuichi Akai said, reaching out to him again, "This is Morita's style, nothing surprising. ...do you need me to lend you a hand?"

"No, thanks."

Kusanagi gave him a weird look, and passed over the corpse lightly, the soles of his shoes were probably stained red, but he didn't need to care about it.

In front of them was a long and deep corridor. The places where windows should have been placed on both sides were tightly covered. Only when they approached did they realize that they were metal shutters. It would be very difficult to open them.Akai Shuichi stood side by side with Kusanagi calmly, he leaned over Kusanagi's ear, the two of them were very close, from a distance it looked like an intimate couple were whispering.

However, the parties tried to stay away.

"Mr. Akai, I'm panicked when you're like this, please don't get so close."

"I don't mean anything else. Ryuhei Morita found us, here, move a little less, don't turn your head directly, look."

Akai Hideo's half-smelling voice was close to his ears, Kusanagi stiffened his neck, and glanced at the flashing green cameras on both sides of the ceiling from the corner of his eye.He pushed Akai away, only feeling a headache, "I began to suspect that Mr. Akai just wanted to play with me."

"Ok?"

Akai narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, the way he smiled made Kusanagi inexplicably familiar.

"Ah, I probably understand Mr. Akai's intention." Kusanagi took out the delicate bug from his pocket and shook it lightly.This was the compensation left to him by Gin afterwards, "Why do you have to act like a child?"

It's rare for Akai to avoid looking at him, "That has a deep connection, but you, the current personality is a bit interesting."

"Mr. Akai shouldn't be compatible with me."

"No, it's better to say that I am very interested in you."

The man pondered for a while, as if he was going to say something else, but the high-pitched radio sound interrupted the tense gaze between the two.From the sound of music spreading to spiritual pollution, Ryohei Morita gave a joyful welcome speech:

"Congratulations! Both of you! Stop flirting, I've already prepared refreshments, why don't you come to the humble house and see with me how Vongola X's lackeys deal with our new products?"

"This Japanese English is disgusting."

Kusanagi complained expressionlessly.

"Hey, that kind of slug staring hurts me so much, it's so sad...to be treated like this by such an important guest. Anyway, if you want to find me, just go straight to my room, I and These useless children are waiting." Morita Ryuhei lowered his voice a few degrees, "Let me show you Mr. Ren's works so far."

After the broadcast, which was equivalent to a declaration of war, Kusanagi glanced helplessly at Akai, and the man shrugged, "If I send you out first, I can still do it."

"No need, please teach me more, Akai-san."

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the other side:

Amuro (venting black air): As expected, Akai is not dead, I will kill him

Gin (crushing device): ...this time the prey is mine, damn traitor

Black silently covered Silver's ears: Don't listen, it's not good for children