Big guys are my vests

Tsukimi Rito's words plucked Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's mind like strings on a piano.

His eyes lit up suddenly, as if the light of the sky tore apart the doubtful clouds, the dusty memory gate opened, and memories flooded.

"Kurolo" was covered in blood in his appearance, and the hot flashes of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and "Kurolo" touching the bloody fingertips came together with the memory.

The temperature of the dagger inserted into his heart was icy cold, just like "Kurolo" standing in front of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who couldn't see the true meaning until the last moment, which made people obsessed.

I really want to see his expression when he dies, what will it look like... Fear?Can't believe it?Shibusawa Tatsuhiko thought about it distractedly.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko fixedly stared at Tsukimi Rito's smiling black eyes, expecting them to dim little by little until they completely lost their luster.

"I remembered." He was obviously at a disadvantage, but he smiled strangely.

"You lied to me every single time..." He closed his eyes, recalling the words of "Chuya Nakahara" in his mind, "Neither an advanced reformer, nor a lunatic who destroys everything..."

"Ha, haha——he's right." As if admitting defeat, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, and his laughter got out of control and overflowed the corners of his lips.

"Let me ask Shibusawa-kun, who should I be?" Tsukimi Rito stared at Shibusawa Ryuhiko, his mind parted, paying attention to the ups and downs of Shibusawa Ryuhiko's trust level on the board.

With his soul returning to his old body, Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who was completely awake, no longer had the previous sense of uncertainty and drifting away.

He vaguely noticed that Fyodor was in a dark corner behind him, paying close attention to the situation here.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko clasped his fingers inwardly, crushing layers of masks attached to the face of "Kurolo" in his heart, "You are no different from me, the desire that drives me also drives you, how about Said that you played with others by taking advantage of the mission of the Church of the Holy Church."

"The worse person is you, Kuroro." "

On the point of not being a human being, Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who has no sense of morality, has to admit that he is no match for the other party, not even Fyodor. At least the Russians are serious about "solving all supernatural beings".

And what about "Krollo"?He is a complete liar, messing up the muddy water!

Shibusawa Ryuhiko felt amused by himself, and the other party tricked everyone into entering the scene.

They went back and forth and thought over and over again, but they still fell into the trap.

Tsukimi Ritsuto smiled softly, playing a cello-like voice, "Excellent. But my mission is complete, isn't it?"

"The extremely unbalanced approach of suppressing heresy should not be proposed by the Church of the Holy Church. I am afraid that your original purpose is to maintain the balance of people with special abilities in the world?"

Shibusawa Ryuhiko didn't notice, he focused his attention on Tsukimi Rito himself, he broke through many lies, touched part of the truth, but he didn't have any doubts about the existence of the "Holy Church".

The trust level on the page slowly rose to ninety, fluctuated for a few minutes, and then completely stabilized.

"Is the content of the agent's task still important?" Tsukimi Ritsu's tone was a bit boring.

That’s right, all his lies and truths are based on the logic that he is the representative of the Holy Church.

He throws out one setting after another, diverts his attention, repeats only one thing behind each lie, and embeds the concept of "Holy Church" deep in his heart.

A lie repeated thousands of times becomes the truth.

If Shibusawa Tatsuhiko rejects the Holy Church as the starting point, all the logic of "Kurolo"'s behavior will collapse, and there will be no reason.

When Shibusawa Tatsuhiko tried to deduce his intentions from "Kurolo"'s intentions, he had already fallen into a trap.

So far, Risu Tsukimi is one step away from the finish line.

He sighed softly, paying attention to Fyodor all the time.

He was afraid that Fyodor would do something to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who couldn't die yet.

Rather than waiting for a poisonous snake to ambush in the dark and explode at any time, he prefers to take the initiative.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko saw that the person in front of him suddenly relaxed his muscles, his whole body was full of flaws, and he took a step towards himself.

The dark red eyes narrowed slightly, and the alarm sounded in his brain, but Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was on guard instead.

"Krollo" rarely showed a playful smile, "Does Shibusawa-kun still want to kill me?"

He lifted his chin lightly, the tight and smooth curve protruded slightly at the Adam's apple, his skin glowed with a jade white luster, like a sacrificial offering, alluring Shibusawa Ryuhiko.

There was a warm touch from the fingertips, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko came back to his senses and his pupils constricted. He didn't know when he put his hand on the neck of "Kurolo", just like when he first met.

The people who think about it day and night are under his control, and the gurgling blood is rushing in the veins.

Unknowingly, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's eyes dimmed, and his hands gradually tightened.

He heard the fragile neck squeezed under his hands, creaking and screaming, and he saw the eyebrows of "Kurolo" furrowed, and the hot breath rushed out from the slightly parted red lips, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko felt An illusion of being burned.

Would he really let himself kill him?Shibusawa Tatsuhiko asked himself.

of course not.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's expression froze, his red pupils were as cold as water in the mist, and his fingers staggered.

Click,

The two people in the game were in a calm mood, but Fyodor was distracted by the subtle dislocation sound.

No, how could Shibusawa Tatsuhiko take the initiative for "Kurolo"!

The thick white coat was wrinkled by him, with the beating of his heart beating, he suppressed it, and stood in the dark calmly, but his toes quietly poked forward.

The black-haired youth still didn't resist, half of his face could be seen from Fyodor's perspective.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the eyes of "Kurolo" faintly felt a bit of connivance...

Time passed by, and the two were at a stalemate, "Kurolo" trembling eyelashes, slowly fell into Shibusawa Ryuhiko's arms as if releasing strength.

Seeing that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was about to take people away, Fyodor finally came out from the shadows.

The moment he met Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's eyes, he immediately understood that the other party's memory had all returned.

"So he was waiting for you." Shibusawa Ryuhiko still didn't understand something, he immediately let go, and let the person in his arms fall to the ground with a weak breath.

Tsukimi Ritsu no longer pretended, put one hand on the ground, propped up his right leg, and touched the terrible bruised finger marks on his neck. His voice was hoarse and difficult, "The attack was really ruthless..."

The black-haired young man who has taken off the disguise has a lot of willfulness between his eyebrows and eyes, as if he has done everything from the heart after getting tired of playing, and has lost the sense of restraint at every step.

Fyodor was taken aback, caressing the scratched "Krollo" casually, showing the true appearance after peeling off the shell.

He didn't know the conversation between "Nakahara Chuya" and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, but he just didn't think it made sense.

Why should the opponent hand over the weakness to a pawn?So what if it was the bait that lured him to show up?The scales are not equal.

Rito Tsukimi stared at Fyodor, smiled, but said to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: "He doesn't know more than you."

A subtle sense of satisfaction passed over Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's heart.

Before he died, he didn't say he had the initiative, but he was not in a passive position anyway.

The resurrection of "Ryuhiko no Mama" is not a complete Shibusawa Ryuhiko, and he was so focused on his obsession that he was being led by the nose in a state of confusion.

Red eyes glanced at Fyodor, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko snorted lightly, the Russian who claimed to be a hunter was just one of the targets played by the black-haired youth.

"Your goal has been achieved. This time, what excuse do you want to come up with?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko knew that with the ability of "Kurolo", no one could stop him from leaving.

"How could it be?" Tsukimi Ritou chuckled, "Of course I went back, do you want to be with me? As an existence created by my own hands... Shibusawa-kun, I always have [-]% tolerance for you."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who really has only one life left, "..."

Your tolerance is really unbearable.

"No need." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko twitched the corner of his mouth, "Are you leaving Yokohama?"

"Go back to the Holy See. Do you remember the contract you signed? You can't feel it, but it does exist. In the whole world, you are the only one who is qualified to go back with me, and the church can reshape your body." Ritsu Tsukimi stared at him as if looking at him A novelty toy that blatantly presents the temptation of the devil.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko hesitated for a moment, then dismissed the idea.

Seeking skin from a tiger is no less than seeking death.He's already died once.

"No." He took half a step back.

The person in front of him will always have a backhand, and he should have realized this long ago.

"Holy Church, you go back alone."

[The target has 100% trust in the source of the tester.Task two completed. 】

[World View · Xingyue has been connected successfully, loading, and the current progress is 10%. 】

[Congratulations to the tester, the role card "Kurolo" task has been completed.Reach the ending, "Unforgettable Lies".

The system will recover the character cards immediately after three seconds, testers please get ready.

Three, two, one...]

Hearing the system prompt sound, Tsukimi Ritsu secretly exhaled, showing no abnormality.

Fyodor noticed the slightest change in his mood.

There were countless emotions in his dark red eyes.

What is "Krollo" waiting for?

But it doesn't matter, it's still within his bottom line.

It's not that Fyodor has never thought about "Kurolo"'s hole card, he even imagined several paths for the opponent to come back, from Dazai Osamu, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Mori Ogai...

He never thought that the opponent might put down the chessboard and run away.

If you can't get it in your bag, then go to hell.

For the first time Fyodor lost patience with him.

Knuckle fingers loosened the robe, the neckline swung open, and the cold wind poured into it, causing a chill.

The Russian, who was afraid of the cold, lowered his eyelids and firmly grasped "Kurolo"'s wrist.

In just a moment, the person in front of him will die.

He fixedly stared into the other's dark eyes, "You..."

Fyodor wanted to ask him when he started setting up the situation, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary.

Crime and Punishment was activated silently, and the first blood oozes from "Kurolo" Yubai's neck.

The black-haired young man's eyes were slightly raised, his expression was indifferent, neither sad nor happy, and his lips vaguely responded to his unspoken questions.

"..."

It's over, Fyodor thought.

In his arms was the young man's body that fell straight down, without a pulse or backhand.

The blood that flowed out scalded his cold hands.

Fyodor lowered his head, "Krollo"'s dark eyes lost focus, and the ugly wound on the side of his neck split open, spitting out blood one by one.

He will find a skilled tailor to sew back the head of the collection completely and make it into a puppet...

This is his eternal treasure.

Fyodor rolled his eyes.

All of a sudden, the body in his hand turned into countless light spots and scattered, and a little bit of starlight rushed towards his face.

Fyodor's eyes widened, and his whole body was immersed in the light spots. He was enveloped, his fingers curled up stiffly, and the light spots flowed through the gaps between his fingers, without any tactile sensation.

This is his trump card... Fyodor and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko thought of it at the same time.

Fyodor slowly closed his eyes.

He should have killed Kuroro earlier, earlier.

bad news

He was one step too late.

good news.

"Krollo" is alive.

"The Church of the Holy Church..." Fyodor said in a low voice.

//

Sitting on the rooftop, Osamu Dazai watched the mighty "Chuya Chuya" galloping in the dark night.

His dangling calf slowed down and gradually stopped.

The red mist covered the faces of "Nakahara Chuya", if it hadn't been for the disqualification from the world when Araba spit on him, Osamu Dazai would have thought that "Nakahara Chuya" organized a private army to fight against Mori Ogai.

"He who understands the current affairs is a hero...Mr. Mori, I would like to follow your teachings today~" The small phone screen lit up, and Osamu Dazai pressed a button to send.

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