[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows, and there were only a few unopened letters on the desk that belonged to Kudo Shinichi and Okiya Subaru.I don’t know if it’s a bad idea, but they are all stained with different perfumes, which strongly repel each other. The newly trimmed flowers are made into decorations and glued to the corner of the envelope.

With one exception, a dead lily takes on a deathly hue, which can be displeasing to the eye.Rotten blotches covered its fully twisted leaves, shrunken into an inexplicable mass.

"Hmm. Is he sure we won't open it all at once?" Akai Shuichi pulled out the letter with his name written on it, and raised the corners of his lips mockingly. However, he soon realized that there was a terrible breath is brewing.

The FBI ace's vigilance brought his attention back to the oddest letter.

It seems that this letter is... a gift from a scumbag father to his son.

He doesn't need to guess who the name written by Zhengzheng is. After all, even facing Gin Jiu's honest provocation cannot make him so angry.He was suddenly a little curious about what would be inside, but of course, these things were definitely secrets that they didn't want each other to see.

Akai Hideichi roughly tore open the seal with sealant.

What slipped from it was not the threatening letter he imagined, nor the provocative words, but the developed photographs.Due to the reflection, he couldn't see it clearly for a moment, but Akai Shuichi's heart began beating violently almost out of his chest for a long time, and this bad feeling made him suddenly increase his grip on the photo.

The girl in the photo has long straight hair and a pure smile. She tilts her head slightly, as if asking the photographer a question.

No matter how long it takes, the fresh look will not fade.

It was as if a woman named Miyano Akemi still existed in this world. In a trance, Akai Hideichi mistakenly thought that her slender hands were touching his shoulders, still calling some characters that did not belong to him.And when he turned his head, there was only an empty darkness there.

He knows Miyano Akemi's fate better than anyone else.

And no one wants to succumb to such a fate.

"...do you think this will shake me up?" He lowered his head, and suddenly laughed, holding back the weak sigh that was about to overflow.He glanced at Gin very quickly, and then pulled out the second photo, his fingertips trembling slightly for a moment.

As an extremely restrained human being, he rarely fully reveals his likes and dislikes on the bright side.

The picture is still Akemi Miyano.

It is too cruel to call this Miyano Akemi, her body is limp, and the dry, bright red blood is like a blooming bouquet, completely freezing her posture at this moment.The layout of the scene was the same as before. In Akai's view, this was more like a bad and poor imitation show, full of self-evident malice.

In what mood did she send the text message, and in what mood did she die?

This is something Akai Shuichi has no way of knowing.

The culprit is by his side, even so, reason can stop his once warm blood from burning.He couldn't help but think to himself that as long as it was for profit, he could tolerate anything—not to mention that there are so many mistakes in the world that cannot be explained by black and white logic, and they are also involuntary.

He turned over the thin paper, and the back was written with flying characters in water pen.

You must be very angry when you see this.

It's a pity that even revenge can't be done, Mr. FBI, have you ever thought about how your justice should be done after I am defeated by you?

The lower right corner depicts a bright red rose playfully. Because the paint is too hard, the color seems to penetrate directly, connecting with the illusory blood stains in the photo, creating a deeper chaos.

"Gin—"

Akai opened his mouth to speak, but he suddenly realized that when he was immersed in it, the gin had long since disappeared.Only the letter that was handed to Amuro Toru was left on the empty table. He sniffed the unnamed fragrance, but retracted the moment his fingertips touched the surface of the letter.

He knew what Kusanagi was going to show him without guessing, Akai hesitated for a while, he heard the sound of the key being inserted into the lock, and finally he took the letter away as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Akai?"

The moment he opened the door, Kusanagi called his name.

Behind Toru Amuro, a strangely dressed young man with an all-encompassing smile was looking at the interior of the house.The accessories on his body are not what modern people would wear, and the samurai/sword in his arms undoubtedly showed his identity, so Akai was only stunned for a few seconds: "As expected of that Kaitou Kidd."

Even things that he himself finds strange can no longer shock him.

"I think he dropped chains so many times that he exploded." Kusanagi said, suddenly remembered something, he suddenly took out his phone and approached Akai, "Where is Zhensang!"

Akai was forced to take a step back by his menacing appearance, bit the bullet and made up an explanation: "He has something to deal with..."

He fixed his eyes on the bright news narrative on the screen, and looked away guiltily.

"Mr. Akai, you should also explain."

In the end, the incident was defined as a targeted terrorist attack. A certain two men in black and masked youths with swords were completely regarded as suspects. According to statistics, the stolen ones except the scarlet eyes that Kaito Kidd had predicted earlier. , only Sanri Yuezong, who is a priceless treasure, is near.

With the inexplicable integrity of a certain phantom thief, after he loses interest in the red eye, he will probably return the gem.

However, regarding the stolen knife, I am afraid that a serious search will be required.

The police also found the body of one of the accomplices testified by the witness in the alley. The scene was horrific, but the suspicion of homicide has been ruled out. It was not bullets or blades that directly caused his death, but multiple comminuted fractures and torn bones caused by the vertical fall. laceration.

The case is under further investigation. A critic even wrote an eloquent article on the incompetence of the Japanese police and the story of Kaito Kidd rescuing the hostage. What a church.

"I, uh." He organized his words, "...be careful when breaking glass."

"You blew up the statues in the museum grounds and shattered all the glass on the ground floor."

"It was an accident." Akai tried hard to recall the crime process, "Because the Suzuki Group's blockade was too tight, we originally only wanted to blow up the gate, and the power of the bomb/bomb was beyond imagination."

"A full/naked guard was found in the bathroom on the first floor..."

"Hey, that was stolen by the strange thief."

"That's right."

The two fell silent together.

Sanri Yuezong sipped his tea mysteriously, his slender eyes reflected the different thoughts of the young people.A few childlike fusangshen were introducing to him the modern desserts that they thought were excellent. During the short time when they fell asleep with or without their own will, they must have missed the past very much.Seeing them so energetic now, San Riyue naturally felt happy.

"It seems that... not just bad things happened." Sanriyue sighed, "I'm sorry for your trouble, I have been taking care of our family's God Judge."

Toru Amuro blinked, "Well, because Agong is my junior."

San Riyue's eyes fell on Yamato Shou Anding, who seemed to be a little shy, facing this familiar figure, he fell into complete confusion which was rare.The same is true for California Qingguang. After all, they are not really pure fusangshen, but outsiders who have lost their memory and identity. They only have the meaning of survival by relying on swords that do not belong to them.

Seeing the dimming of the handsome young man's eyes, they were all startled.

In an instant, San Riyue returned to his previous appearance, he covered his thin lips, and his voice was still soft, "Don't worry, you will find your own meaning sooner or later...it's not what you imagined."

It seems to be a prophet, or an elder who conveys goodwill.They couldn't bring up any rebuttal emotions. Yamato Shou'an took a deep look at him, and there was an extremely sharp sword intent in his ordinary movements. The sense of familiarity that came from nowhere made him a little dull.

"Please... give me more advice?" California Qingguang has completely let go of his defenses, his bright eyes are fixed on the dangling pendant, "Senior Sankayue!"

As if he could see dog ears popping out of him, San Riyue felt that the current way of getting along was very novel.He stroked the top of Qingguang's head contentedly, Yamato Mori hid behind the black-haired young man, and tugged at the corner of Qingguang's black clothes, as if trying to warn him of something.

Seeing San Riyue's attention on him, he suddenly felt like a big enemy, like a cat whose hair has exploded.

"Ah, ah, such a youthful feeling is also very good. Although there is a subtle difference, the taste of the soul is still so pure." San Riyue sighed, "Master God Judge,...ha."

There was a hint of confusion in his relaxed expression.

"Where did my family's god-inspector go?"

Although they knew that they were looking for him to find answers about Tsurumaru Kuninaga, but it was too unbelievable for him to simply leave him here and disappear.As the gorgeous blade, Mikazuki Zongjin was rarely inexplicably depressed.

Toru Amuro put down the tea tray and looked at the empty side. There was only one desk lamp turned on in the study, and the light leaking out of the room looked very dim.Neither Akai Shuichi nor Kusanagi Kyosuke were here, and he could still smell a faint smell of disobedience.

"Something must have gone wrong." Looking at the smooth, empty desk, he thought to himself that he might be thinking too much, "Mr. Sanriyue, do you still need cookies?"

Fu Sangshen held up the teacup, he squinted his eyes, the bitter floral fragrance and the nauseating sweetness had disappeared.

"Forget it, I'll just wait for his return."

As soon as he finished speaking, he happened to cover up the soft sound of some doors being creaked open.The door leading to the roof must have been rusted somewhere. At this moment, the chain was deliberately put on, making a twisted friction sound. Akai Shuichi was slightly relieved when he heard that there were no other unnecessary sounds.

The night wind blew the curly black hair on his forehead, and his fingertips touched something cold and hard in the wallet.

He suddenly wanted to light a cigarette, and suddenly wanted to take out an exquisite weapon that could kill people.The moment he had these thoughts, the door let out an overwhelmed groan, and Akai Shuichi turned his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Mr. Akai?"

Kusanagi closed the door, and the wind gushed into the loose gap. He raised his head and looked at Akai: "What are you doing?"