How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

The weather is getting warmer day by day, the branches of the street trees are green, and the well-trimmed bushes beside the road have lost the dark color of the long winter and become bright and eye-catching.

Most of the pedestrians on the road in twos and threes have already changed their heavy down jackets and put on light single clothes.

Fyodor walked among the crowd wrapped in an out-of-fit white cloak. It was cold in the spring, and the air that still had a little bit of coolness reached his fragile lungs, causing a few light coughs from time to time.

Yu Gongcui quickened her pace, and ran in front of him, tidying up the furry collar of the cloak, loosening and retying the ties, and tightening them even more.

Seeing the young man leaning over slightly, honestly allowing himself to fiddle with it, he couldn't help educating a few words.

"I told you not to go out due to the cold weather today, but Fei Jia just didn't listen. Is it cold? Will you catch a cold if this continues?"

His chin was submerged in the raised snow-white fur collar, and Fyodor smiled as his cheeks gradually warmed up.

"I won't catch a cold."

Reluctant to stretch out his hands wrapped in the warm cloak, he simply lowered his head and gently rubbed the boy's cheek.

"Because Cui is next to her, so no."

The overly intimate behavior made several girls in high school uniforms passing by couldn't help but look sideways. After speeding up and trotting away for a long distance, there was a burst of excited frolic, and they turned their heads to look this way frequently.

The restaurant where you come out to drink tea is not far away, and it only takes a few minutes to walk back.

I deliberately chose a route without a camera, and more or less changed clothes. Amamiya Tsui and Fyodor walked slowly on the sidewalk, chatting about insignificant topics from time to time.

Sliding her fingertips over the rough brown bark of the trees beside her, Amamiya Tsui looked up at the looming greenery on the branches above her head, against the cloudless blue sky of Yokohama today in the background.

"This, is the ginkgo tree?"

The young man who slowed down turned his head and gave a positive answer.

"It's just growing new leaves now, and it will look better in autumn."

Yu Gongcui imagined that the whole street was covered with golden tree crowns.Thousands of lovely fan-shaped leaves will sway rhythmically when the wind blows, and from time to time, they will whirl and fall on the floor tiles of the sidewalk. They will be picked up at home, put in books, and gradually air-dried. A silhouette of an autumn landscape.

When the imagination was over, he sighed.

"Autumn...can't wait until then."

In just a few more days, these silent trees, along with the whole of Yokohama, will be destroyed by the flames of war.

In order to build a new world, the old must first be destroyed.

Looking at the front of the street, Amamiya Cui went through the plan carefully in her heart, and realized that if there is no accident, it is almost inevitable that the "book" will fall into Fyodor's hands.

He doesn't care about big dreams like saving the world.

There is only one thing that can never be let go.

"Doesn't Fedya like the scenery in autumn?"

Although he couldn't figure out the real meaning of this question for a while, the young man gave an answer truthfully after a simple weighing.

"No. Although I don't pay special attention to it, it's not annoying."

Yu Gongcui got angry and continued to ask: "What about black tea? If you even say that you don't like this, you must be lying."

"If the quality is good..."

Fyodor nodded helplessly, "Why, what's the problem?"

"Well, I was just thinking that there are still things in this world that can make Fei Jia happy."

Bright lazy warm sun in the afternoon.The freshly brewed tea on the table is steaming with white mist, and the temperature is just right when it is delivered to the mouth.Walking alone on the wide street covered with fallen leaves, every step you take, there will be a soft sound of curly dry leaves being crushed.

It was precisely because he was moved by these clips that he became more determined to completely wipe out the person with supernatural powers that brought disaster.

Watching the young man's calm and deep face after a brief moment of stunned, Yu Gongcui pursed her lips knowingly, and did not continue this topic.

How could a martyr who was fully prepared change his mind just because of a few words of his own.

One's own happiness has never been taken into consideration from the very beginning... As a reason to persuade the other party, it is too weak.

He silently followed behind the young man, and walked back to the stronghold step by step.

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Pushkin's special ability "Plague Banquet" can make a specially made virus invade the human body through the wound, causing high fever and dizziness, and will soon be dying.

The only way to cure the disease and survive is to kill another person who is also infected with the virus.

Originally, a place was prepared for the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency, but the former was too vigilant and never caught any loopholes.

As a last resort, the virus could only be put on the detective agency president Fukuzawa Yukichi and Taneda Shantou, the chief of the supernatural special affairs department.

At the same time, news that the only beneficiary, the Port Mafia, was secretly instigating was also released.

The situation has completely turned into a pool of mud.

The leader who is seriously ill in bed can no longer control his subordinates who are floating in their minds. Seeing that the former's condition is getting worse day by day, and the attacks against the port mafia are becoming more and more fierce. I'm ready to chop off the chief farmer with a knife to rescue my own president, and then I'm ready to wander the world.

The Ability Secret Service Division hastily launched an investigation, but it was only natural that the arrogant attitude that had already identified the suspect had some conflicts with the Hong Kong/Black affiliation who were already resentful because of the scapegoat.

In addition, Akutagawa finally couldn't hold back, and appeared murderously outside the farming chief's ward—although he failed in the end, the two forces of order in charge of day and dusk also completely tore their faces and became vigilant against each other.

Then, Yu Gongcui received the news that the "Hound Dog", a special operations force belonging to the military and police, was about to dispatch to suppress it.

An elite team composed purely of people with supernatural abilities, each member has undergone body modification surgery by supernatural technicians, and their physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people.

Looks hard to deal with.

Yu Gongcui took the information and ran to Fyodor bouncing around.

"An unexpected factor has appeared! Kami SAMA, the plan to save the world seems to be forced to stop!"

The young man who had been jokingly called Lord Shenming from a few months ago just hummed without any other superfluous reactions, as if he had expected this a long time ago.

He was standing by the study window, holding a piece of paper in his hand, looking down at the few lines of black writing on it intently.

"Is it the news from 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man'?"

Yu Gongcui leaned over curiously, instead of looking at the handwriting on the paper, she just stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Fei Jia's eyes a few times to make sure that the other party heard what she just said.

"The 'Hound Dog' is about to be dispatched, and the heated situation will cool down again? It's really a pity." He handed over the information in his hand, and his tone was still lively and light, "What should I do? Do you want to lurk again? ?”

[However, this is also good. 】

What filled his chest was not the annoyance that his plans had been thwarted, that kind of thing didn't even have a shadow.

In addition to the usual excitement and happiness, there is only a subtle ecstasy left.

[In this case, we can wait until autumn, right? 】

I went to drink tea at the shop I frequented with my favorite young man. On the way back, I could see the ginkgo trees on the whole long street covered in gorgeous gold, and the leaves with jagged edges looked like small fans. , falling silently to the ground.

What Yu Gongcui cares about is this person, every minute and every second spent with this person, but not the lofty ideal that is out of reach.

However, Fyodor raised his head and did not take the information in his hand.

"There is good news, Yugong."

The pupils between purple and red reflected magnificent splendor in the sunlight, because the young man was rarely in high spirits, exuding a shimmer like gemstones.

"—I know the whereabouts of the 'book'."

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That news seemed to be sent by "Shenwei", the leader of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

The "book" was once kept in the Supernatural Secret Service Division. At that time, a page was torn from it for research.

Although the main body has been transferred away, the page still quietly stays in the research room of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, waiting to be used by others.

The characteristic is "the ability to turn written words into facts" - if Fyodor's dream of erasing supernatural powers is to be realized, a mere page is enough.

Having a considerable degree of confidence in Amamiya Tsui's loyalty, he took it for granted that the other party was happy for him. Fyodor tore the information in his hand into unrecognizable pieces and threw them into the trash beside the desk. bucket.

"The situation has changed. The original plan, if it is suspended, it will be suspended."

"Contact the remnants of the 'Assembly' and completely muddy the water. When all the hounds are dispatched to suppress the gangster, sneak into the Supernatural Secret Service Division and get that page—"

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the window in front of him. The blood color faded from the fingertips due to too much force, and turned into a sickly pale.

As if wanting to hold the glimmer of hope faintly flickering on the horizon in the palm of his hand, the five outstretched fingers gathered and clenched tightly, and put them back to the side again.

"Finally, it's time to bring all evils to an end."

On the side, Yu Gongcui watched the young man with an expression of anticipation, her Adam's apple slipped slightly, and her eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly twice.

In the end, with a vague expression, he lowered his eyes without saying a word.