Gentlemen, I like chaos

Wu Tiaoxuezhi faintly heard the wind.

The cold air-conditioning wind blew past her ears, and she was in a trance for a moment. The next moment, her thoughts turned around, and the five snow branches turned their heads, squinting their eyes and looking at the man opposite: "You continue to talk."

The middle-aged man on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "No more, that's all."

"Very well, Mr. Ida is also our old customer. We believe that you will have no problem with your reputation. After a while, you will transfer the deposit to my account, and the hacker will automatically accept the task."

She put down the documents on the table, raised her head, and asked seemingly casually: "Speaking of which, how is Mr. Ida's condition these days?"

"I wanted to tell you before." Hearing this, the middle-aged man stood up excitedly: "My lord god is really useful. I have enshrined the god card you gave me at home, and I worship it every day. Recently, it really works." The luck has changed drastically, the work has become much smoother, and the dog at home is also doing well, and has been admitted to Dongda University."

"Really, then congratulations." Wu Tiaoxuezhi showed a friendly smile: "I told you before that as long as you are devout and respectful to the gods, the gods will naturally not let Mr. Ida down."

"That's right, that's right, what Miss He Gezi said is right, I'll add some more offerings to Lord Shenming when I go back."

Seeing this, the girl nodded in satisfaction, got up and picked up the briefcase at hand: "I still need to continue to pay attention to the matter from now on, Ida-kun, please let me know if there is any abnormality."

"Of course, the matter of Ms. Wakako is the matter of the Ida family, so you don't have to be polite."

"Very good." Wu Tiao Xue Zhi nodded, "Then I will go ahead."

……

Going out of the gate, facing the blowing wind, Wu Tiaoxuezhi exhaled, thinking about the news he got from Jing Tian.

Ida Shinichi is the chief of the Criminal Bureau of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. He is cautious and greedy for money by nature. The city is not deep, and he is an easy-to-control character.Wu Tiaoxuezhi had dealt with him a few times, and easily planted the seeds of hints into his subconscious—compared to a few months ago, her mental hints had become more and more proficient.

Pausing for a moment, she brushed off the fallen flowers from her collar, subconsciously lost in thought.

A week ago, the hacker sent her a special website, and she clicked in, and found that the website belonged to a very special religious group, and this group believed in a unique savior——Kira.

I have heard of Kira's name Wutiao Xuezhi. He is a genius killer who uses evil to counter evil. He was born more than ten years ago, causing a great disturbance in the world at that time, and even attracted the investigation of world-class detectives.Many years after the Kira incident, people learned that the talented killer turned out to be a Japanese youth in his 20s after a small-scale exposure by the media.

Of course, this case has long since ended, and Wu Tiaoxuezhi learned through the website sent by hackers that after Kira's death, his followers did not dissipate, but gathered in this deep web, waiting for their gods to return. Now the world.

The huge number of believers made Wu Tiaoxuezhi, the true god, jealous for a moment, and couldn't help but have other plans in his heart.

"...Speaking of which, it's really interesting whether this group of believers deified Kira into a saint."

Gojo Yukie recalls the case file he saw at Ida's house earlier, which impressively recorded Kira's real body—the son of Soichiro Yagami, the former criminal chief of the National Police Agency.

"He is really a talent, what a pity."

It's a pity that the sword took a slant, and he couldn't become her subordinate.

"Di Di-"

The phone rang.

"Moxi Moxi." Wu Tiaoxuezhi connected the phone, and the next moment, her eyes widened.

"The murderer is back." The transport worker's voice was steady and reliable: "He said that he hacked the leader of the other organization."

……

After entering the base, Wu Tiaoxuezhi looked around and saw a snow-white curse spirit squatting at the corner of the table, listlessly teasing the pot of lilies of the valley that she usually likes to water.

Seeing her enter the door, the white-haired young man suddenly raised his head, with an incomparably gorgeous smile on his face: "Angel!"

He rushed over.

Five snow branches caught him.

"Didn't you say that you are not allowed to call me an angel?" She smiled a little on the tip of her eyebrows, and stroked the young man's hair very gently.

The hooligans watching by the side widened their eyes: "Wait, isn't this plot going right?"

Realizing that he was being treated tenderly, the murderer's expression became brighter, he kissed affectionately twice, like a coquettish little puppy: "Hey, hey, He Gezi hasn't looked for me for a long time, He Gezi is a bad angel. "

"I'm not an angel." Wu Tiaoxuezhi stroked the young man's white hair: "So why did you come back, did you miss me?"

"Yeah." The murderer nodded.

"Are you having fun over there?"

"There's an annoying guy over there." The murderer tilted his head: "When I see him, I want to vomit, but Xia You always indulges him and won't let me kill people." He raised his head, his eyes sparkling Looking at Wu Tiaoxuezhi: "He Gezi said, I can kill people, right?"

……

Sure enough, after leaving it for so long, has it reached its limit?

Wu Tiao Xue Zhi sighed, and patted the young man on the shoulder like a coaxing child: "The murderers are right, they are unreasonable."

Under the other party's suddenly enlightened expression, she pushed the young man away again, and said very distressed: "But the murderer ruined my plan, and I still have to accept punishment."

She thought about it for a while: "I'll punish you... well, I'll go back tomorrow. It's just a stabbing, and the other party shouldn't mind, what do you think?"

"Angel is really..."

"What did the murderer call me?"

"...Wakako." The murderer lowered his head wearily, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rubbed her twice in frustration: "It's really cruel."

"This is the trust in the murderer. You see, only the murderer has such a task in the entire organization. After this job is over, I can agree to whatever reward the murderer wants, as long as it is not too much."

"あか (red)."

The young man grabbed her sleeve: "Like last time, I can figure it out now, will He Gezi agree to me? I helped He Gezi, and He Gezi will agree to me."

……

Wu Tiaoxuezhi was stunned for a moment, and took off the bracelet on his wrist: "Where is your knife?"

"Neck, can you?"

The murderer opened his eyes again, like a child eager for candy, he asked enthusiastically in the girl's arms:

"..."

"It's really insane."

Wu Tiaoxuezhi restrained her smile, brushed away her crimson curly hair, and was about to tie it up, but was stopped by the young man's movements.The murderer rolled up her hair, leaned close to the back of the girl's neck, gently touched and kissed that snow-white skin with the tip of his nose, his movements were ambiguous and intimate.

Then, without warning, he bit down on it.

"Hmm!" the girl mumbled.

The murderer didn't pay attention, he just hugged her from behind, feeling the gurgling of bright red blood flowing from his lips and teeth into his throat, and pouring into his lungs.

He couldn't help moaning from such a sweet taste, it was really wonderful, and his angel was indeed the best.

[I really want to kill her. 】

He thought almost obsessively, wanting to tear apart her flesh and blood, let the blood vessels burst open at that moment, every stream of blood flowing inside was his sweet bait, his poison, and his reason for existence.

What a beautiful red it was, he was almost suffocated.

His heart would break at the thought of not being able to have it.

……

"Wakako is a bad angel."

For a long time, the murderer hugged his angel like a beloved toy, and said with satisfaction.

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The author has something to say:

It’s time to cry about the booklet, and there will be some scenes in the future, but not many, it’s not like everyone hasn’t read it these years (cover your face).

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ps: The thousand-layer routine of the murderer is in progress.

Is this wave domesticating each other (wait)

Just hacked fake oil :mmp