Yokohama diva, sultry online

Kaito Kuroba scratched his hair, he still had some concerns about going to the hospital, and then dryly raised his own question, his tone was not so sure, "What will the police say when they ask?"

Can't it be said that those people showed mercy in the end and let the weak, pitiful and helpless him go?

Perhaps this question was too inconceivable for Osamu Dazai. He raised his eyes and glanced at Kaito Kuroba. Apart from the pain, there was also a slight guilt on the young man's face. Although it was not obvious, if the police really asked If it rises, it may also become a hidden danger.

No matter how you look at it, this Mr. Phantom Thief is usually so good at deceiving people. When it comes to him, he doesn't even dare to face the truth.

He tilted his head in doubt, fluttering his thick eyelashes with a sense of youthful innocence, making people feel that any questioning behavior of his is wrong, "Of course, tell the truth, otherwise what should we do? What do you think we Is what you did very shameful?"

By the way, you should tell the truth.

Kuroba Kaito suddenly realized that the simplest thing was to tell the truth, just omitting some trivial things—for example, what the red-haired boy was about to "collaborate" with the man in black just now.

If they really fabricate another reason, trouble will come. The first thing they have to face is to have a unified caliber, and the statements of several of them cannot be too different.

There are some issues that it is difficult for them to say the same.

Nakahara Zhongya honked the car horn to remind the few people standing outside that they could get in the car. Compared with Kuroba Kaito's worries, Nakahara Zhongya thought about what Gin wanted him to do.

Is there any shameful thing that requires middle school students to cover up people's eyes and ears, and killing people is not enough. The suspicious person should not let him intervene in this kind of thing at first, so it is smuggling|smuggling...

The red-haired boy stared at the steering wheel in a daze, the lights on the dashboard illuminated his cheek, Kuroba Kaito could only see the side of Nakahara Nakaya's cheek, the boy pursed his lips, and held his fingers vaguely At the wheel, the back is straight, like a bow drawn taut.

Although I really don't want to admit it, this young man who is much shorter than himself, even if he hides in the dark without showing his face, still gives people a great sense of security. trusted.

Because of the tangled strands of hair on the side of Dou's ear just now, Kaito Kuroba's eyes were condensed for a moment and then quickly turned away. He sat down in the back seat and leaned against the back of the chair, "Thank you very much for today. Just ask if you need help."

It seemed that the wound was pulled again, the corners of his lips trembled, and the wrinkles between his brows and eyes deepened, but his light blue eyes were still staring at Nakahara Chuya so intently that the co-pilot Osamu Dazai could not ignore it up.

The look in Dazai Osamu's eyes is very familiar, serious, strong, and contains deep emotions. Although it seems that this emotion is only a simple expression of gratitude, what Dazai Osamu has to guard against is that if this emotion deteriorates, it will be another one. disaster.

He's going to kill something in the bud.

"Kaito Kuroba, right? What you have to thank is Ms. Hongzi. We came to rescue you only because of her divination and her request." Osamu Dazai emphasized two points. Dou's attention was diverted and leaned towards their original purpose.

In an instant, everyone's eyes in the car seemed to have been discussed in advance and focused on Kaito Kuroba, stronger than before, as if everyone was looking forward to something.

The words were very abrupt, and the gazes were also very abrupt. A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Kuroba Kaito's mind, and he finally understood what the faint sense of disobedience lingering around him was. These days He also knew the source of all the bad things he encountered.

Kuroba Kaito's eyelids twitched crazily a few times, as if he was suppressing something, his chest heaved heavily a few times, his lips parted and he couldn't say anything in the end, he just closed his eyes and lay down on the seat The chair was motionless.

Fortunately, he thought that his charm had reached a new level in the class, but in the end it was an own goal, Koizumi Hongzi, this hateful woman!

It's utterly abominable!

Kuroba Kaito couldn't see what was going on in Kuroba Kaito's heart, Koizumi Hongko couldn't see it, but this didn't prevent her from seeing that this hateful guy was slandering her in her heart, she curled up the hair falling down her shoulders with her index finger, hesitated for a moment, her expression gradually became strange up.

"You're a thief..." Koizumi Koko looked at Kuroba Kaito's tightly closed eyes, thought about the method the two of them proposed to her before but was shelved, and then hardened her heart and said expressionlessly, "Steal Take my heart away."

Hehe, that's right, she just wanted to disgust Kaito Kuroba.

It was obviously a love story, although it was a bit rustic, but it was paired with that beautiful face with a layer of light on the skin surface, and the speaker did not have the slightest meaning of charm, but had a kind of eerie feeling on the contrary.

To be honest, like a female ghost, and the kind of female ghost that is full of lethality, Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu watched this horrifying scene in silence, looked at each other in unison, and continued to remain silent.

And the thief was indeed disgusted.

Kaito Kuroba sat up startled from the dying illness, his face was extremely ferocious for a moment, and he could faintly see the bulging veins on his forehead, then his body trembled, and he couldn't bear to look directly at his face, closed his eyes, and refused Face the scary witch.

The surroundings suddenly quieted down.

When the vehicle started to run smoothly on the road, Osamu Dazai turned his face to the side. He looked at Nakahara Nakaya who was driving seriously. For some reason, he just wanted to look at him like this, and he didn’t need to say anything. It’s good to be quiet .

In the past, Osamu Dazai felt that apart from the possibility that he lived to pursue the pleasure of falling into the darkness forever, other things were boring to him. It's hard to get him to really care.

Now he feels that staying with Chuya like this will not be boring, the little slug has a hot temper, and it is interesting to tease him a little bit, Dazai Osamu will never feel bored.

If the two had to be classified into one level, Osamu Dazai felt that this stupid little slug was at most on the same level as his lifelong pursuit... no more, and he would not know what to do if there were more.

The windows of the car were fully opened, there was no one there at night, the speed of the car was still as fast as ever, and even the howling wind rushed into the car desperately, the movement of the boy staring at the front was interrupted.

It was the tangled hair just now, which was messed up by the wind, twisted and twisted more tightly, and slammed on Nakahara Chuya's neck, with a slight itching feeling.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't think much about it, just scratched it with his hand. As soon as he raised his hand, before he had time to move, his neck was scratched twice by the other hand as if to comfort him.

The force was neither light nor heavy, just enough to make him feel comfortable, and he accurately moved in the area hit by the hair, Osamu Dazai said solemnly, "Driving seriously, I don't want to leave because your skills are not good enough." what is the problem."

Hearing this, Nakahara Nakaya turned the steering wheel to let the car take an "S" turn. He glared at Osamu Dazai who still didn't forget to hurt him, and forgot to say what he wanted to reprimand the dead mackerel just now for not doing unnecessary things.

However, being soothed was indeed a bit too comfortable. Dazai Osamu was too familiar with Chuya Nakahara. He watched the expression of the red-haired boy gradually soften from the initial tense state, like a big cat that has been rubbed all the time.

It would be more like a "snurling" sound from his mouth, but unfortunately, Osamu Dazai knew that he would not have such treatment.

There is something wrong with the designation of these two people.

Kaito Kuroba thought to himself, he didn't think about that at all because he was full of straight male thoughts, but he really felt weird when he held back, as if there was a little hook scratching in his heart, "Do you think the two of them are Something weird? Doesn't feel like a friend."

Koizumi Hongko's expression was as if she was looking at a mentally retarded person. After a long time, she raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly, her eyes darting around Kuroba Kaito, wanting to teach this person who doesn't understand anything a lesson, look at him The expression that subverts the three views.

She deliberately lowered her voice, and said guidingly, "The relationship between them is like I am to you."

"........."

Kaito Kuroba was extremely shocked, and blurted out, "This can't be done, and it won't be to the point of life and death, right?"

Koizumi Hongzi: "Hei-yu-kuai-dou--, you go to hell!"

in the hospital.

Koizumi Hongzi was questioned by the police who rushed over. She calmly recalled, "I am a classmate of Kuroba's classmate, and this is my friend. We found him on the way from school... that person is probably in his 30s, Tall, with long silver hair, and a shorter one."

The answers of Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu were similar, except that they added a few other characteristics about the man in black, but it didn't help the matter. I don't know the killer's face, and a person of this size alone can find thousands of them. Hundreds.

Officer Mumu's chubby body felt like it was going to explode. He suppressed his anger and said, "You are students, the most important thing is to protect yourself first. If you encounter such a thing, you should call the police first. Some things can't be left to chance."

"It depends on the situation to act bravely!"

Although they were being preached here, none of the three people over there were listening, and they were all absent-minded, not as if they were frightened, Kudo Shinichi thought.

"Even my famous detective, Kogoro Mori, can't solve the case." Kogoro Mori had a sad face, unable to deal with this incident with a small amount of information. He also happened to handle a case with Police Officer Megure today. Just after the incident, Ke Ke received a call from the hospital.

On the one hand, he also attaches great importance to this vicious murder, and while thinking about it, he saw Conan Edogawa who was standing next to him at some point, "—Conan, you stinky brat is running around and annoying me again!"

The body was suspended in the air suddenly, and Kudo Shinichi flailed his legs wildly, but he couldn't stop the fate of being thrown out of the door. He just stood still when suddenly there was darkness in front of him.

Osamu Dazai slowly squatted down, with a casual posture, and pointed his index finger at the tip of his nose. On the surface, he was just a big brother joking with children, but what he said made Conan's fingers cold.

"Little friend, come and tell big brother what you found? You seem to be very interested in me."

It's not the kind of joking ridicule. Although there is a faint smile on his face, the smile does not reach the cold eyes at all. The clothes are bright colors, but they don't add a bit of softness to him. On the contrary, they are bright. is rendered dark.