me and my vest

Bei Cunsong was just sent out by the boss of an organization with good words, and now he is on his way back.

He completed the task step by step according to Shi Li's instructions, and he was already covered in cold sweat, and at the same time, he could no longer think of resisting.

After being separated from the silver-haired man, Mr. took him step by step to complete the plan. He saw crimes in Kanagawa that he had never seen in his previous life, and he saw with his own eyes that the man named Makoto Yamashita fell into a crime that had been made up a long time ago. cobweb.

In the evening, after the husband left, he spent more than an hour running around the sites of various local gangsters with the mobile phone given by the husband. Your honored guest.

The huge relationship network and extremely delicate design are shocking.

Father, Izumi Kitamura, who is he?Why are you sending me here again?How did you do it?What is the price?

Whether it was the doubts or fears buried in his heart, he knew that he could no longer escape. Fortunately, as a standard otaku who can complain about himself, he has not collapsed yet.

He rang the electronic bell for the gate of the villa.

It was the blond butler who opened the door.

"You're back."

"Ah, what kind of expression do you have! Why do you look surprised! Damn it, do you wish I could die outside!"

"……NO, I have not."

"You absolutely stopped just now..." Bei Cunsong scratched his head, and he didn't want to worry about it any more, and turned to complain about the culprit, "Why did I get involved, damn dad."

"Probably decided by fate a few years ago."

Bei Cunsong glanced at him, although he didn't understand what it meant, he still remembered this sentence well, maybe it would become a clue in the future.

In short, this guy should not talk nonsense.

"Anyway, I went up first."

"Good night, Kitamura Matsu." Ogata Toru thought he was going to sleep, and politely said good night. After all, if he came back alive, he would probably be a colleague in the future.

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"Come in."

The man relaxed his whole body, propped his head on one hand, and leaned on the high-backed chair, as if he was watching a mime show. Although the TV was on, there was no sound coming out, and the room was eerily quiet.

Kitamura Matsu, who came to deliver the documents sorted out tonight, didn't even dare to show his breath. He kept his eyes on his nose and nose, tried to minimize his sense of presence, and stood still after handing over the documents respectfully.

The momentum is really strong, how could I have thought that he was an ordinary rich man.

"Clap."

what's ringing

Oops!Could it be that my cold sweat fell to the ground?

shit! ! !

will be killed!Kitamuramatsu's face suddenly turned pale, and he felt a chill rushing from the tailbone straight to the top of his head.

Under extreme tension, his sense of smell became acute, and a scent of blood drifted into his nose.

Then out of the corner of his eye he noticed the knuckle hand in the shadow of the chair, and the slightly thin wrist above it.

A hideous wound was cut deep there, and dark red blood gushed out and flowed down from it, dripping drop by drop on the wooden board.

"Clap."

"Clap."

The blood was dripping very rhythmically in the silent room, gradually converging into a small pool, if you don't observe carefully, you can't find it at all.

How is this going?Mr. was obviously not injured before...

Kitamuramatsu raised his head cautiously.

A pair of dark red eyes were looking at him.

He smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm sorry! Sir! I shouldn't have peeked at your wound!" The young man fell to his knees decisively with a plop, and a standard taxi came to sit down. "Please forgive me! Please! I'm really, really sorry!"

"Oh? Are you looking at this?" The man narrowed his eyes, as if a little surprised.

"Yes! Because I didn't find out that you had a wound before! As a subordinate, I really failed my duty, and I didn't even know that you were injured! I'm really ashamed!"

Having said that, his voice became a little louder, "Please let me bandage you."

"It turns out that you don't care if you are oppressed to the limit. It's such a character. I didn't expect it. It's so interesting."

Then the man didn't speak any more, he seemed to be watching his expression, and after a while, he passed his hand silently.

After a long while, the bandages were already wrapped around her beautiful wrists. Against the background of her pale skin, she looked full of sickness.

"Do you have anything else?"

"Ah? No, no more."

"Go out."

"Well, yes, no, hi!" Kitamura quickly closed the door and backed out.

Before closing the door, he saw his husband go and sit down again, and he seemed to be very tired and closed his eyes.

When he walked back, he found Toru Ogata at the corner of the corridor looking at him in surprise.

She almost had the word shock written all over her face.

"What you said was to find Mr.? How did you do it? Isn't Mr. in there?"

"Of course it is, what's the matter?" Kitamura asked confusedly.

"Mr. Time never lets people into the room, not even Alice." Ogata Toru really didn't understand what was special about this kid, and a raging flame of jealousy ignited in his heart, burning his reason to death, "You can still live come out."

"Ah... I think Mr. is pretty good..." Kitamuramatsu said confidently to him.

After all, this new boss has almost no shortcomings except that he is moody, wicked, likes suicide, and is a criminal mentor.

There are no downsides to this new job other than being vulnerable to injury and death.

so perfect.

"Why... are you crying?"

"You read it wrong."

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Put it in the small theater where the text counts. To be honest, when I saw Conan in the morning, I almost hung up without taking a breath...

Survived unexpectedly, the person who died was random, who knows if he will die on the spot next time I meet him.

Gotta figure out a way.

I was actually mocked by Gin Jiu for the sense of time. Damn it, your organization’s undercover agent can open a mini-United Nations, have I ever laughed?

This time, I just watched you get pissed off by Shuichi Akai and the undercover operation.

Have you ever heard of Gin's Nightmare?

In the afternoon, I took Beicun to carry out planning activities. This person's talent is not bad.

Beating the disobedient subordinates at night softened my heart, and I had to cut my wrists. That's fine, but I accidentally let Beicun in! ! !

The TV is still muted, playing SpongeBob SquarePants! ! !

Luckily he only noticed that I was bleeding.

What a beautiful day :)