[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, can you forgive me? Next time I will definitely protect you, because I am your—"

The young man kept apologizing, and his body wrapped in military uniform trembled imperceptibly, as if doing this had exhausted all his strength.Under the short blue hair is a delicate face, but at this moment, the facial features are covered with a layer of veil, no matter how carefully you look at it, you can't see it clearly.From a close look, the actually slender body was dripping red blood mixed with black mist, as thick as coffee with sugar cubes added.

He looked at the boy in front of him, bent down as if he wanted to hug him, but the moment he got closer, the young man tilted his head in doubt.His voice floated into the boy's ears: "It seems that I made a mistake, you are not him."

Oops, going to be killed.

Edogawa Conan tensed his muscles, desperately finding that he seemed to have nowhere to escape. If an ordinary adult man stood in front of him, he still had the possibility of using Dr. Ali's invention to catch him by surprise.However, it is absolutely impossible to have an effect on this person, because he has just seen a young man slash through an iron door that is sufficiently bulletproof.

The samurai/sword/sword in his hand did not put down, and the bright red color kept sliding down from the hand that was holding the blade tightly, converging into a stream.Conan couldn't observe his expression, and the man who confronted him and was temporarily classified as friendly was missing, whether he was injured, fled, or declared dead.Many thoughts squeezed his mind, making him a little breathless.

The young man's expression returned to calm, he stood up stiffly, and did not cut off his head directly with the knife as expected.There was an inexplicable emotion on that hollow face, he passed Conan, and the soles of his boots left eye-catching marks on the ground.Morita Ryohei frowned displeasedly, and tapped his knuckles on the table, "Is Sperby Skuvalo still alive? Why don't you get rid of him!"

"..."

The young man walked away step by step in silence, his back was as hard as iron, but Ayumi tugged at the corner of Conan's clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, did you just laugh?"

The curve of the corner of his lips seemed to be a smile, but also seemed to be a sharp knife. When he looked carefully, the young man had already gone far away, and the strong smell of blood gradually dissipated in the air because of his departure.

It's an illusion.Conan read silently, and Morita Ryuhei leaned on the soft recliner, wondering what he was thinking.

They originally thought they were going to be taken there, but after reaching the direct floor of the elevator, Morita Ryuhei took them directly to another place.In this small room filled with the smell of tea, the three children sat on a high-quality sofa, looking at each other. Their right wrists were all clasped with bracelets that were said to explode if they left, and the white machine would flicker every few seconds. red light.

The blond-haired man squinted his eyes, turned on the projector with a remote control device, and an image immediately appeared on the orange wall.

In the corridor with a strange iron luster, two figures appeared. Among them, the man in black was inspecting the gun, and the other was holding the knife and trying to move away from the other party, looking like he was having a fight.Morita snorted, and turned his gaze away boredly, "It seems that Peng Lie is nothing more than that, even the ones I sent cannot be defeated."

"You are not allowed to speak ill of A Gang!" Lan Bo jumped up angrily, probably considering that he is the most unscrupulous, Morita thoughtfully equipped him with a special bodyguard, the tall and strong man lifted his clothes and let him Morita cannot be attacked.The young man glared at Morita fiercely, looking like a puffer fish.

Ayumi exclaimed worriedly, "Why is Brother Kusanagi here?"

Conan frowned, he didn't expect Akai Shuichi to stay with him for a while, and...hey, don't do such flirting in front of children.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ayumi with half doubts, but he was very focused on observing every move on the screen, and tried to cover his blushing face with his hands from time to time, peeping secretly through his fingers.

He suddenly felt that women were terrible creatures.

Conan stared at Akai Shuichi with half-moon eyes: Although he knew that he and Gin Jiu had a deep hatred, but is it really okay to poach someone like this.

"Ah."

Akai Hideichi stopped suddenly, only their voices echoed in the light blue corridor, Kusanagi looked back at him silently: "Please keep warm."

It's almost summer, how can we still need to keep warm.Akai sighed, someone must be talking about him again, but if it's gin, maybe it can make him feel a little bit happy, after all, it's a good thing if it can touch him.

"You don't need to be so far away from me, Kusanagi-kun."

"Because I'm afraid that Mr. Akai will anger me."

Without looking back, Kusanagi seriously knocked on the iron door in front of him with the handle of the knife, and the door opened directly in front of them with a distorted sound.This is already the end of the corridor, and the wind mixed with dust pours in from inside, carrying a damp smell.

Akai Hideichi looked at the road with some faint fluorescent lights, and raised his eyebrows: "It's a maze inside. I don't remember Morita having such a hobby."

"This style reminds me of other people." Kusanagi caressed the smooth wall, its height reaches the ceiling, blocking the line of sight, "Although Morita evacuated from here, it will take some time to find the way, Mr. Akai Do you want to change it?"

"It sounds like you prefer to choose this path." Akai Wenyan blinked, and walked into the tightly sealed labyrinth first, "If you don't protect you, someone will probably be furious?"

No, I suspect he's trying to kill someone by now.

Kusanagi followed behind him speechlessly, silver's faint tone was heard in the headset, and her mood did not fluctuate at all: "There is no water inside. The target is elsewhere."

"Thanks for your hard work."

he said softly.

Without the flowing water, Gin couldn't determine the optimal path, but could only be sure that Morita was indeed hiding in the depths.

Akai stopped at the corner, and rubbed off the stains left on the wall with his gloved fingertips. He looked down at the ground of the route on the right. On the smooth blue floor, irregularly scattered drop of blood.

"It's very fresh, someone has been here." Akai twisted the color of his fingertips, "Ryuhei Morita was not injured. The bodyguard died in front of the elevator. He was the one who fought on the thirteenth floor."

"The road on the left is very clean, Mr. Akai can choose by himself." Kusanagi said, he had already walked into the road on the right, and when he walked further, there were small scratches on the two solid walls, and the Taidao in his arms trembled slightly , seems to be ringing.

Akai glanced at the pitch-black weapon, and immediately looked away, "Mr. Kusanagi, you are neither my subordinate nor a member of the same camp. There is no need to keep calling such awkward honorifics."

"Okay." Kusanagi didn't turn his head, "Be careful where you step, Xiuyi."

"..."

Akai's eyebrows were rarely tangled together, "Did I... hear me wrong?"

"No." Kusanagi stood at a position a little ahead, standing on tiptoe and gesticulating the splashed blood marks, a few eye-catching knife marks were also left there, and the depression was stained with black and red, "Let's move on, Xiuyi."

Akai pondered for a moment, "This is revenge, Kusanagi-kun."

"Then do you like titles like big brother Xiuyi and senior Xiuyi? I'm not very good at role-playing, so please give me your advice."

"It's a good thing you can say such words without expression." Akai complained with a headache, but the gun in his hand was already raised, and he pressed Kusanagi's right shoulder, signaling him not to continue walking.

After the new corner, there is no passage as imagined, but a mess of ruins. The neatly cut walls collapsed, leaving a mess everywhere.It's hard to imagine simply relying on cold weapons to cut this special material, but someone who was also in it did it.Akai bent down to check the cut mark: "The knife has not become dull."

He looked suspiciously at the black and red blood covering the ruins, which hadn't completely solidified.Akai pulled out a torn black corner of his clothes and clicked his tongue, "According to this amount of bleeding, if it is a human being, it should be on the verge of death."

After all, it might be the work of Fu Sangshen.

Kusanagi was not surprised, he rummaged through the finely crushed stones, the sharp edges and corners left small wounds on the skin, until he dug out a not so obvious metal-colored utensil.It was a severed hand, which should be the cut off part of the prosthesis. The long sword that was also installed on the prosthesis had been broken, and small fragments fell from it with a slight shake.

"Is it still possible to pick up your hand while walking on the road?" Kusanagi shook the thing in his hand, and decided to keep it here for the time being.

Akai Shuichi suddenly thought of someone who might also be on this floor, "Sberby Skuvalo, is he still alive?"

Maybe it's more admirable that the Nobody can beat him than wondering if he's still alive.

Although the amount of bleeding was huge, the wounded seemed completely unaware of it, and didn't even have the slightest thought of bandaging it up. The footprints walking out of the ruins were still blood red.This completely unreasonable behavior made Kusanagi even more sure of the guess in his heart. The Fusangshin used by Morita may have a rather problematic mental state.

Is he the purpose of Tsurumaru Kuninaga?

The pitch-black sword did not answer this question.

Akai's eyes darkened suddenly, he grabbed Kusanagi's back collar, the young man lost his center of gravity and fell short, just in time to avoid the bright-eyed knife light.The bright white pierced into Akai's arm, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the approacher, even under the pain, he still did not lose sight.

The orange shell casings fell to the ground, and the muffled grunt of the person who was shot could be clearly heard.

Kusanagi held Akai's left arm that was about to be reloaded, and shook his head, "Mr. Skuvalo, it's me..."

Before he had time to finish shouting, the silver-haired swordsman's second sword came straight towards his throat, Kusanagi couldn't dodge it in time, so he had to block it with the unsheathed sword.There was a light red sword wind on his neck, and the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock. He fell back due to the force of the blow, but Akai was ready to shoot in the second round from the corner of his eye.

Kusanagi took the opportunity to change the direction of the weapon, and the blade of the sword hit Akai's abdomen, "Calm down!"

"Which side are you helping?" Akai suffered from pain, dodging his combo, "Don't be so naive at a time like this."

"You fired first, okay, Akai-san, your allies are bleeding out."

Kusanagi pointed out the new wounds on Skuvalo's body with disgusted eyes. Apart from the knife marks left in the battle, the most striking ones were the bullet holes.The black clothes were almost completely dyed red, and being able to stand was already an extraordinary spiritual support.

The word "sincere apology" doesn't seem to be in the FBI's dictionary. Akai's eyes wandered, and he didn't put down the gun that was locked on Skuvarro.The silver-haired swordsman was silent for a long while, as if feeling bored or insulting his IQ, he put down his still intact sword, and one sleeve drooped limply.

He looked at the half of the prosthetic Kusanagi put into his pocket and almost fell out, and said hoarsely, "Why are you here?"

"...Uh, to fight back?"

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It feels like two people will fight each other when they are together (Thinking)