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The spotlight shines on the dark corner, and even the profile of gin covered by the brim of the hat is clearly visible.

The beautiful girl smiled lightly and stretched out her hand, the back of her smooth hand was inviting to kiss.The strangely colored pupils add a bit of dark color, and the black hair contrasts sharply with the fair skin.

Standing with the tall Gin, Yukimi Mie looked extraordinarily petite.Her aura was not weak at all, and the hand she handed out didn't look like a shy invitation from a noble lady, but more like a condescending order from the queen.

Would you like to ask me for a dance?

It's your wish, not hers.

What an arrogant anti-customer.

Gin looked at her coldly.

"Huh?" Xuejian Wei Zhixu raised her hand, she seemed to have never thought about the possibility of being rejected-yes, how could she be rejected?

How could anyone reject her?

Even killers often have two points of gentlemanly demeanor, especially the big men who occupy high positions in the organization.

To achieve this status, apart from simple and brutal force suppression, negotiation, negotiation, and cooperation... The blood-colored appearance wraps the gentle skin, and a complete set of custom-made suits has become an indispensable symbol of Mafia. The association is more elegant.

Of course Gin can dance ballroom dancing, and he's even good at Viennese waltzes.

The killer's physical fitness is several times stronger than that of ordinary people, which is suitable for such a fast-paced, complex and rotating dance.

"My honor." Gin took off his top hat and handed it to vodka. He bent down and kissed the back of Yukimi Mie's hand, and forcefully pulled the girl onto the dance floor.

Conan's eyeballs were about to fall out, he dug a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth in confusion, and shivered from the cold.

Didn't you say yes to investigate the case?What on earth are you going to do!

Gin was wearing black leather gloves, and his body had a lingering tobacco smell, mellow and deep, but it didn't please Xue Jianweizhi.

She can appreciate the damp, dead, heavy and cold water-colored fragrance on Osamu Dazai's body. Every time she smells it, she seems to be close to death, just like the continuous rain under the gray sky.

She also likes the sweet aroma of Gojo Satoru who is influenced by desserts, as if the most advanced chef blends countless high-end flavors together, so sweet that the tip of the tongue is trembling, which is the ultimate pursuit of the sweet party's supremacy.

But Wujo Satoru's taste is not as simple as it seems.Sweetness is the most superficial illusion. Only by sniffing like throwing yourself into the pillow and taking a deep breath can you smell the coldness under the sweet fragrance.

It was as cold as ice and snow, like the sunlight reflected on the snow field, dazzling but without a trace of warmth.It is also like a fir growing on a snow-capped mountain, with a lingering breath.

It's nothing special if it's just sweet or cold, but it's amazing when mixed together.When I was captured by sweetness, I stuffed a handful of snow into my collar coldly, making my teeth chatter from the cold, and when I was too cold to bear it, I was wrapped up in sweetness, so comfortable that my hair was trembling.

The thief is exciting, and Zhizhi likes it.

Adolescent girls must have the courage to pursue excitement.

Like gin, it smells bad, bitter and choking, and mature is quite mature, but it is not the type that Mie Xuejian appreciates.

However, a dance means nothing.

Gin's dance steps are similar to his own, strong, aggressive, unambiguous, and terrifyingly ruthless.

But sorry, he's a ruthless guy at best.

Zhizhi is a wolf.

Three points more than Ruthless.

"You like the feeling of dominance, and taking the initiative makes you feel at ease." During a round of rubbing shoulders, Yukimi Mie's hair brushed against Gin's cheek, she said with a smile.

"That's good," she said approvingly, "I like it too."

The girl staggered her dance steps and took a step forward.

Changing from the obedience and following at the beginning, Xue Jian Weizhi's dance steps were fierce and majestic. She staggered half a note, exerted force on her wrist, and directly switched positions with Gin Jiu.

It is still her who takes the female step, and Gin takes the male step.But in the dance music, the movement of the male step leading the female step is completely reversed, and the entire rhythm is completely taken away by Yukimi Mie, who forces the gin to follow her steps.

She wanted to move her skirt slowly to the soothing music, but Gin Jiu could only help her up with the hand that was persistent with Xue Jian Weizhi.She wanted to spin in the air at the peak of the music, but Gin could only lift the girl high with strength, watching her gracefully raise her hand under the dazzling light.

Even the orchestra conductor who was playing music at the edge of the ballroom was led away by the two people in the middle of the field. He was sweating profusely waving his baton, not daring to look at the music score, but only staring at the girl's staggered footsteps.

"I don't really hate being dominated by others." In the low-pitched ending tune, Yukimi Mie spun around lightly, her hand touched Gin's chest during the twirl, and then without any hesitation push him away.

Facing the man's dark green eyes that were filled with aggrieved fire, Xue Jian Weizhi still had a smile on his face: "It's just that you are not qualified."

"Did you touch the cocoon on my hand?" The girl said indifferently, fearless at Qin Jiu's expression full of murderous intent and vigilance, "It's not a spear cocoon, it's left over from practicing kendo. I didn't Touched a hot weapon."

"It's you." At the end of the last note, she suddenly approached Gin, as if whispering to him, "The holster in the windbreaker is exposed."

Gin suddenly let go of Yukimi Mie's hand, and stretched out his hand to draw his gun.

"boom!"

The champagne flutes shattered.

"It was you who made the trouble first," Xue Jian Weizhi raised her eyebrows, "Don't blame me."

"Are you the FBI, CIA, or the public security?" Qin Jiu pointed his gun steadily at Mie Yukimi, and nearly half of the people in the dance hall followed him and raised their guns.

The other half were people from Mafia at the port. They cooperated with the Black Organization, but they were still somewhat competitive, so they didn't intervene rashly.

"Where's Mr. Nakaya?" One of them said with a walkie-talkie, "Go to the lounge and report to Mr. Nakaya!"

Compared with the turmoil nearby, the center of the ballroom is the calmest.Yukimi Mie, who was pointed at by dozens of guns, chatted leisurely with Gin like a normal person.

"Neither." Xuejian Weizhi waved his hand, "I'm just a messenger of justice out of interest."

Conan hid under the tablecloth when the gin was drawing his gun, and was desperately dialing for support with his mobile phone, and at the same time unscrewed his Super God electric sneakers to prepare.

He knows it!Yukimi Mieda's alias is uncomfortable if he doesn't make trouble!

"There are a lot of people." The black-haired girl looked around, and her smiling eyes swept over everyone who pointed a gun at her.

Facing her coquettish bright red and black pupils, almost everyone was shocked for a moment, and subconsciously shifted their gazes to the scarlet carpet, no one was immune.

Gin gritted his teeth: A group of useless things!

"Does Port Mafia know that you secretly brought 'medicine' to Yokohama?" Yukimi Mie asked Gin enthusiastically, "As far as I know, after Mr. The trash A who likes to play tricks the most among the cadres doesn't even dare to reach out and touch the restricted area."

A: Whoever I provoke, you and Osamu Dazai will catch me and make trouble, right?

Don't supporting villains have human rights?Wuwu.

"Could it be that there is a 'former faction' secretly connecting?" Xuejian Weizhi said in a little surprise, "No way, no way, how long has the former leader been buried in peace, and there are still people who refuse to obey Mr. Mori's jurisdiction? You are very brave. .”

If it is believed that there is still a "Dazai faction" inside the port Mafia, Mie Yukimi, her best friend can be seen as a man who can successfully usurp the throne and reach the pinnacle of life.

"Or." Xuejian Weizhi frowned with a smile, "Mafia at the port was innocently blamed, this matter is purely an ally's backstab."

"You have wanted to explore the Yokohama market for quite a long time. After all, it is a coastal area, so it can be easily produced abroad. This piece of fat meat has been monopolized by the port Mafia for too long, and everyone is very greedy."

"Am I right?" She spread her hands.

Completely correct, Gin tightened his hand on the pistol.

This woman must die here!

"You seem very angry, are you going to shoot?" Xuejian Weizhi walked into the gin wine step by step, and gently pressed his forehead to the muzzle of the gun under the man's solemn gaze.

The audience was shocked.

Hey, hey, what are you doing—Conan showed a terrified look under the tablecloth.

Don't go crazy!

The petite girl's head was lightly lowered, and her fair and delicate neck looked like a milky white lamb dedicated to the evil god under the light.

But looking at her smiling face, who is the sacrifice tied to the altar?

"Shoot." Xuejian Weizhi held Qin Jiu's hand, raised her eyes slightly through the barrel of the gun, "It won't hurt to try it, what if it kills me?"

The treacherous eyes contained unresolved joy, Qin Jiu didn't think that Xuejian Weizhi was a person who loved death, she was just excited and crazy in her heart.

The murderous intent that enveloped the entire audience and aimed at her alone aroused madness.

If possible, I hope that Gin will remember a famous saying - "All magicians are crazy, there are no exceptions."

Occupational harm.

"One should be brave enough to try." Xuejian Weizhi's voice was full of bewitchment.She seemed to be dissatisfied with Gin Jiu's dazed action for too long, so she took the initiative to say, "Do you want me to help you?"

The girl's sallow fingers passed around Gin's hand wrapped in leather gloves, and she squeezed the trigger with a thud.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Metal shell casings fell to the ground and rolled into the depths of the scarlet carpet.

Xuejian Weizhi, who touched a gun for the first time, emptied the gin magazine in a novelty. She was more interested in guns than the killer with a gun: "Your gun is very beautiful."

"...Monster." Gin gritted a few words between his teeth.

The red flames melted the bullets into molten iron, which dripped onto the carpet, scalding hideous holes.

"It's not fun." Xuejian Weizhi let go of her hand in disappointment, she slightly loosened the choker tightly fastened around her neck to breathe, and said depressedly, "Murderousness excites me, but you can't satisfy me."

useless man.

The feeling of not being able to get up and down is really unpleasant enough, Xue Jian Weizhi turned his head to look around, trying to find a useful man to come out.

"It would be great if Teacher Wutiao was here, no matter how bad the world is, I can make a living..." Xuejian Weizhi muttered.

"Huh?" Her eyes lit up.

Outside the lounge door at the corner of the ballroom, Mafia, wearing a dark red three-piece suit, raised her head to reveal her delicate and flamboyant facial features. Her orange hair was pressed under a black top hat, and her blue eyes met Mie Yukimie's sight. .

"Not bad." The girl's pupils dilated slightly, like an excited cat seeing a toy, and the tip of her tongue licked the corner of her lips.

"Nakaya-kun, it's great to see you." Xuejian Weizhi sighed happily.

Facing the orange-haired young man's eyes widening suddenly, she said happily, "If it were you, would you be able to satisfy me?"