magician under the moon

The last touch of crimson in the sky was forced back by the boundless darkness, but the pure moonlight was blocked by layers of mist. In the era when the sun rises and sets and rests, this is a night that is not suitable for returning home late.But now moonlight has become an unimportant accessory in the dark night. When the night cannot be called the dark night because of the bright lights, the moonless night is not silent as usual.

Every night, the bustling streets of Tokyo are filled with endless crowds and traffic. The neon lights of various shops and hotels are brightly decorated, and the night it gets, the more enchanting it becomes.However, what I want to talk about tonight has nothing to do with the prosperity, brilliance, and coquettishness in front of me, because it belongs to the most original and primitive night for thousands of years. The darkness of the night may be covered up and forgotten, but please Remember, the black night never goes away.

On the side of a noisy street, there is a low-rise building standing quietly. Its location is not hidden, but due to the lack of lights, it becomes an inconspicuous place at night.The building has no name, and it is dubbed the title of "office building". This thirteen-story office building is owned by the government, and it is leased to those small companies that are still weak at cheap rent to support their development. , This situation can be described as common in Tokyo.

Actually speaking, such a small building with no distinctive features is ordinary in both appearance and function, but there is quite a topic here that the white-collar workers in it talk about—— The top floor and the thirteenth floor of the office building.As usual, in a location like Tokyo, every inch of land should be expensive, but the top floor of this building has been vacant since the first batch of companies moved in.The word "13" in the elevator was replaced by a bright red fork, and the door leading to the thirteenth floor in the stairs was also blocked by a rusty iron lock.People who repeat their boring life every day often hope that a miracle will suddenly happen one day and break the peace in front of them, just like people who have experienced big storms often long for a quiet and peaceful life. Gradually, young white-collar workers in the office building have rumors about There are all kinds of legends on the thirteenth floor, such as haunted, secret rooms, alien bases, treasures, midnight singing and so on.

So one day, a few brave young people took advantage of the night to quietly pry open the common unopened copper lock.It's a pity that everything in front of them disappointed them. The layout of the whole space is the same as other floors, but it is covered with dust and cobwebs because it has not been cleaned all year round. Sometimes there are puddles of water on the ground. If you look carefully, the ceiling seeps heavily for some reason, and the walls are peeling off in large pieces, with a musty smell blowing your face. The scattered cement and tools in the corner remind you of the scene of workers leaving without repairs. .The second day after the disappointed white-collar workers went back to work, there were rumors that the thirteenth floor was abandoned because the roof leaked seriously and could not be repaired. People's curiosity was extinguished and they complained a few words about the government. Being stingy and stingy and refusing to deal with this matter properly, the rumors on the thirteenth floor were completely forgotten by people like countless clarified rumors in the city.It's a pity, it's a pity, if the curious young people could be more careful that night, they might find that the layout of the thirteenth floor and other floors is only roughly similar rather than the same. Room-sized spaces exist but are out of sight, hidden behind off-white concrete walls.No, maybe it's not a pity, because no matter how careful these white-collar workers are, even if they are as keen as detectives, they will never think that the space hidden behind the mottled wall is actually connected to a cafe opposite through a secret passage. They would never have thought that what happened in the 77-square-meter space that "disappeared out of thin air" is determining the fate of themselves and the country.

The floor-to-ceiling windows that have been specially treated on all sides quietly hide such a "space" but are unreservedly placed in the center of Tokyo. The so-called artistic conception of a great hermit hidden in the city is nothing more than this.Therefore, although this is not the most hidden stronghold of Kuroba Robouichi in Tokyo, it is one he likes quite a lot.He enjoys this process. In the middle of the night, he sits quietly in front of the window, watching the hustle and bustle unique to the metropolis with cold eyes, feeling a wonderful sense of disobedience mixed with the faint smell of alcohol in the air, a kind of his taste.

GIN has been standing here, with his head slightly lowered, neither looking at his back that was haloed by the neon lights of that night, nor opening his mouth.He understands that in the "space" that belongs to that person, silence is a commonly known theme, and no one will break such silence, except that person, of course.

When the hustle and bustle of Tokyo gradually subsided as the night deepened, that person's unique voice with seven parts cold and three parts sexy finally broke the silence in the room.

"What's the matter, tell me"

"BOSS" GIN's voice was deep and respectful, but his wolf-like sharp eyes flashed a cold light in the night as always. The elders who know the inside story are a little worried."

"What did the old men say?"

"Phantom Thief Kidd is too famous, and this incident has whetted the public's appetite. The elders are worried that the existence of the organization may be in danger of being exposed."

"These old men care too much. You tell them this matter in my own way." A sneer flashed from the corner of Black Feather Pirate's mouth, and he suddenly changed the subject. "By the way, the new government election is coming soon. Bar?"

"Yes, Boss, what are your orders?"

"Double the political donation this time. If there are still talkatives, it's okay to give a little warning, but don't kill people."

"Yes, BOSS." Sensing the displeasure of the man in front of him, GIN's tone became more respectful, "I'm just asking about Kaito Kuroba, how are you going to deal with it?"

"Don't worry." After a long time, Black Feather Pirates' deep voice fainted in the empty room, firm but somewhat ethereal, like the prophecy of a priest in the temple who can talk to the gods, "Sooner or later he will return By my side!"