kill a detective

After the night when Okinawa met Kaoru Nishikujo, Toru Amuro would always have a river in his dreams.

The river was rushing, he was standing on the bank of the river, the lover was struggling in the water, no, she didn't actually move at all.Wearing a light green dress like a spring, she sank quietly and heavily to the bottom of the water, refusing to open her eyes no matter how he called.

In the dream, he realized so clearly that she died desolately before his eyes.And he was the one who killed her.

He jumped into the river with his lover, but the river suddenly turned into a stairway with no end in sight.

He desperately climbed up, how could the staircase be so long, like a coffin that was firmly nailed to death.The sound of his footsteps echoed in the coffin—clang clang clang!Nailed him bloody.

Then there was a gunshot—bang!

He stepped onto the roof, and his best friend fell on the black ground. The crimson blood spread into a meandering river, which stretched into the distance and disappeared under the light green skirt.

The woman whose face could not be seen seemed to be smiling at him.

When I wake up from the dream, I always break out in a cold sweat.He had to keep mumbling to himself, piercing the desolation of the night: "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't kill her. Xiao Xun is still alive, she's still alive."

In the deep, deep night, the moonlight rushed towards him like bleeding.

He imagined almost masochistically, in the cold water like the deep sea, how his lover was calling for his arrival in his heart, what kind of moonlight she would see, how the river water overflowed her slender body, In the turbulent despair, she was thinking about something and gave up looking forward to him.

She even thought about dying.

He nearly killed her—the thought made Amuro shudder.

Fortunately she is still alive.

He has lost too much, and he has nothing more to lose.

But this night, I actually had a rare dream.

Dream about old things from many years ago.

Under the splendid fireworks in the playground, gay lovers hold hands.She was wearing a light purple bathrobe, with her head slightly lowered, her slender eyelashes trembling like butterflies, and the back of her snow-white neck was rubbed red with his touch.

The eyes filled with water vapor lifted up, and the fireworks flashed into a seductive bright red at the end of the eyes.

They embraced and kissed under the fireworks.

When she woke up, her eyes were stung by the light. The woman was leaning against the window sill, only her black pupils glowing faintly in the backlit figure.That face overlapped with the memory and then separated, causing headaches.

"Xiao Kaoru..." The subconscious murmur stopped abruptly, and Toru Amuro realized that the woman in front of him was a woman from the port mafia.

Invisible monsters, injured arms, gradually losing consciousness...

"Where am I?" Clutching her aching head, she felt as if she had forgotten something.

"Yokohama, Hong Kong Black Building." The woman said slowly, neither cold nor cold.

This invisible woman saved him again.

"Let's go when you can get up. Bourbon of the black organization has been staying in Hong Kong. The black building is not a good thing."

The news that she brought a man back last night spread throughout Hong Kong Hei Building almost instantly, and now a swarm of people are waiting to see what her pretty face looks like.

Kaoru Nishikujo is beautiful, has a good temper, and is a figure comparable to the top five cadres. Usually, many young children who want to climb up recommend themselves to be pillow seats.

Toru Amuro didn't know the reason for this, thinking that the other party was worried about revealing the secrets of Hong Kong and black.

He is not in a position to avenge his savior.

Walking inside the building, the detective's meticulous observation ability felt a little strange.

In any case, there are too many people I met along the way.

Either unscrupulous or scrutinizing eyes made him feel like a monkey in a zoo.

The woman walking beside him smiled.A bright smile, like a manju flower under the sun, decadent and gorgeous.

"Don't worry about it, just treat it as my reward for saving you, let me laugh a few times, and you won't suffer."

Kaoru Nishikujo put on the bra again, no one knew that the person walking beside the little boy was the benefactor himself, so their eyes became more unscrupulous.Those who are curious will glance over it, and those who are jealous will come and snort.

Kaoru Nishikujo had to swallow the laughter back.

Amuro was full of question marks.He did know that the woman next to him was a big shot in Hong Kong and black, but even ordinary people at the bottom dared to be so presumptuous in front of big shots, which really made him look at the corporate culture of Hong Kong and black with admiration.

No wonder it can make the enterprise, ah no, the organization bigger and stronger.

After leaving the Hong Kong Black Building, Kaoru Nishikujo asked Hirotsu Liulang to arrange a special car to take Toru Amuro back.

"The monster last night, do you know what it is?" asked before leaving.

The woman's friendly attitude along the way made Amuro take an inch forward, maybe these people with supernatural powers will know more things.

"Detectives are indeed curious creatures—though, unfortunately, I don't know what that is either."

Speaking of this, I thought of the white-haired man named Gojo Satoru.

As a ghost, before meeting this man, Kaoru Nishikujo never thought that any human could be her opponent.

Think so now.

Because that guy is a monster at all.

Hope not to meet him again.

But Kaoru Nishikujo had to admit that they probably didn't have to fight last night.Gojo Satoru is so strong, if he wants to attack Toru Amuro, he won't even leave ashes, not to mention he has no reason to attack.

It's just that when she saw An Shitou collapsed there without a sound, she lost control and didn't think about it carefully.Like being drunk, knowing what I'm doing, but not knowing what I'm doing.

Fortunately, it recovered quickly.

"Hey, are you okay!" After returning to the room, he broke into the red-haired boy who was in a hurry.

"Welcome back from a business trip. What can I do? But Mr. Zhongye came in and knocked on the door anyway. What if I am changing clothes?"

The boy's face immediately turned red, the summer's sweet and sour plum color filled with a cobalt blue ocean.

When you don't know what to say, just blame Osamu Dazai.

"It's not mackerel, it said that you came back in a mess last night. Is there anyone else who can hurt you?"

Kaoru Nishikujo felt uncomfortable with the boy's eager tone.

"Don't even think about it, that guy is very strong, even I don't have 100% confidence in winning, Xiaozhong should save it."

Kaoru Nishikujo may be the only person in Hong Kong and black who is called Xiaozhong and can't be beaten. One is that Zhongyuan Zhong can't beat him, and the other is that he usually doesn't do anything to women.

Of course the main reason is the former.

The young man who was hit listlessly grabbed the newly bought snacks on the table and stuffed them into his mouth, and he uttered an intermittent sentence from his puffy cheeks: "Compared to that... the boss seems to have a new task to assign to you." We are."