The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

In the silence of the night.

The unremarkable black car was parked somewhere in Tokyo Bay. Two men in black in the front seat opened the door and got out of the car. They dragged a long waterproof bag from the back seat. They threw the things beside the container that had been corroded by the sea breeze. Not to mention getting in the car and leaving.

Akizawa Yoshi jumped off the top of the container when he could no longer see the light of the headlights.

He watched them leave the abandoned factory with their things, in order to confirm that there were no one following them, and then rode a motorcycle all the way to the designated location. He thought it would be slower, but he turned out to be the first.

The business level is not very good either.

He reached out and opened the zipper, revealing the upper half of Scotland's body inside, took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Rum.

Attachment: Nothing identifying him was found on him.

If it weren't for him, he would be considered a ghost. Qiu Zeyao would like to add that it's like killing a ghost, which is really unpleasant.

He could hear the ebb and flow of sea water, and the wind here was much stronger than on land. He put away his mobile phone, dug Mr. A out of his bag, put two stones in it, and zipped it up. thrown into the sea.

cold.

This is the same idea of ​​two consciousnesses.

Now that the body temperature is less than [-] degrees, Mr. A is even colder, and his joints are as stiff as a rusty machine, which creaks when it moves. It is obviously impossible to expect him to change clothes by himself. Akizawa Yao pulls him into the container , barely played a little shelter from the wind.

He took off the other person's clothes two or three times, then changed into clean ones, and sank the blood-stained ones into Tokyo Bay as well.

The two of them squeezed together like birds keeping warm, walked to the place where Qiu Zeyao parked his motorcycle like Siamese twins, and left the ice cave-like place shivering.

After taking a bath in the black hotel opened in advance, Mr. A was finally revived with full blood. When he came out, Qiu Zeyao had changed into a new suit and new shoes, and he was cleaning his hands carefully after throwing gloves on the clothes.

Although it is unlikely that someone will inspect it, it is also a hidden danger to wear clothes with gunpowder residue home. Out of prudence, he changed his outfit and disposed of the previous ones on the spot.

This is the first time Mr. A and himself are alone in a room in a complete sense.

He stretched out his hand and tugged Qiu Zeyao's back collar, straightened the folds, and straightened the white hair again, with such smooth movements that he didn't even realize that it was not him.

His two consciousnesses are independent of each other, but they are inseparable at the same time. When they are within the sight of each other, especially when they are relaxed, the interrelated thoughts of the two will intersect, such as just now.

Mr. A saw Yao Akizawa's wrinkled collar, and the consciousness belonging to the latter also received this information at the same time, and naturally gave instructions to tidy up, and this instruction was carried out by Mr. A.It took them a while to even realize the mistake.

This kind of mistake is like a person thinking that I want to use my right hand and lift up my left hand. He needs to spend a little time to distinguish, this is the left side, it should be the right side, this is the situation.

"Snapped."

Qiu Zeyao turned around and patted the back of Mr. A's hand.

It's better not to have too much contact in front of other people. Even if you have to be in the same room, try to keep a safe distance as before, otherwise he really can't explain it.

Qiu Zeyao put Mr. A near the apartment by bicycle, and the two consciousnesses soon parted ways.

Mr. A yawned, he didn't get up early today, but yesterday because of...the incident with Yoshi Akizawa and Toru Amuro, he didn't fall asleep until dawn in the early morning, and even had a dream—although he remembered Unclear content, but he just knew - so the quality of sleep was poor.

Otherwise, he could still go to class for half a day today.

The black-haired boy rubbed his eyes, walked to the door with soft steps, but stopped before the key was inserted into the lock.

The drowsiness in his eyes was swept away, and he touched lightly near the keyhole with his fingertips. He retracted his hand and stretched it towards his waist.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's revolver has sunk into the bottom of the sea, and now he is carrying the gun that Qiu Zeyao used to kill him, which originally belonged to Mr. A.

After all, Qiu Zeyao still has to be a policeman. Although he has done countless illegal operations during off-duty hours, when using the name Qiuzeyao, he is indeed a dedicated policeman.

The Burley Tower 92F, also known as the M9, has a matte Teflon coating that gives it a low-key, unassuming look.

Mr. A pursed his lips and opened the safety. The bullet was ready to go. He held the gun in his right hand and unlocked it with the key in his left hand.

With the light on in the living room, he thought it was Toru Amuro.Although unexpected, it is indeed a possibility.

And he also thought of a reason for this situation.Amuro, however, would not pick the lock when he came home.

The guy who would visit at such a time, he only thought of one person, but what was the reason?Why is it necessary for Belmode to come to meet an unknown little man in the middle of the night?

Isn't her goal the white ghost?

unless……

Mr. A slowly opened the door. He hoped that there was a daring thief who broke through the empty door instead of a dangerous and mysterious woman.

"Good evening..." The woman's smiling voice ruthlessly crushed his expectations.

All right.He took a deep breath and went to see what this woman was up to, it would be great if it was to find Toru Amuro - although he knew it was impossible.

Belmode had Amuro's contact information, but not his.

Mr. A walked to the living room holding the gun, Belmode sat on the sofa when she came last time, and he sat in Amuro Toru's position.He stared at the smiling woman with unwavering eyes, without opening his mouth.

The other party didn't care about his silence, and raised his hand to gently lift a strand of blond hair. Belmode said leisurely: "This is the second time we have met. Last time I was in a hurry and didn't have time to say hello. I hope you don't mind... Little Mr. Ghost .”

Mr. A: "!"

He said calmly, "My real name is not a ghost."

"Hmm, not a bad reaction." He has perfected his expression management in terms of deadpan.

But the immediate subconscious reaction could not escape the eyes of a master performer. Belmode stood up, and the stilettos fell on the wooden floor with a dull sound, "But since I'm here, you don't care about what it means." I understand."

Mr. A's face is cold, he can't read any information from the other person's face, and there is no way to confirm whether she is bluffing through this, but one thing is certain——

The white ghost tonight is not him. No matter how powerful Belmode is, she is only guessing at most, because this matter itself is not true.

"I don't understand." He said, raising his gun to the approaching Belmode, "I only know that you should go now."

"I really don't understand the style, Mr. Ghost." She didn't look like she was being pointed at by a gun, her posture was relaxed and elegant, "I came here with good intentions, and I also helped with tonight's matter."

Mr. A was unmoved: "I have nothing to help."

"Ah, did I misunderstand?"

The woman's tone was surprised, and her expression was indeed diametrically opposite with a smile on her face. She looked down at the boy on the sofa and said with a light smile, "Bourbon missed a big contribution for this."

So Ley arrived, but Toru Amuro didn't show up.

"Uh..." Mr. A silently clenched the gun tightly and put it down for a while, "Why did you think it was me?"

"It's a simple reasoning." That's all she said.

Belmode is a group of people with the highest rank in the organization.What's more, the relationship with the boss is extraordinary, and there is very little information about the organization that can be hidden from her.

For example, she knew that the ghost was just a shelved idea at the beginning, and Rum could be said to have contributed to its formation. The identity of the ghost must be inextricably linked with the latter. Among the three people, one of whom died in the last month, she chose the least like one.

And now, she knew she was right.

Belmode walked to Mr. A's side, and stretched his hand to his shoulder under the vigilant eyes of the latter, "Details determine success or failure, and carelessness can sometimes kill people."

She let go of her hand, and a strand of white hair floated down in front of Mr. A.

"It's a good idea to buy a lot of hair dye at once. But it's suspicious to only use one bottle all the time. Bourbon is not the careless type."

She was talking about the colorful disposable hair dyes neatly stacked in the bathroom cabinet, and a bottle was visibly missing.

She thinks it's white.

But it was actually black, and it was bought by Amuro Toru.

Mr. A: ...

He wouldn't be stupid enough to do such a suspicious thing!

"Don't talk about the extra nonsense. Your purpose?" So in the end he didn't know how he was suspected, and now it doesn't matter if he thinks about it.

This would be a precise threat, but he obviously couldn't let Belmode know it.

Belmode sat back on the sofa, one leg resting on top of the other, with a lady's cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't intend to smoke.

"You and Bourbon really have a good relationship." This is the second time she said this sentence.

"Our relationship is not that good, are you happy?" Mr. A heard what she meant, curled his lips, and urged again, "If there is nothing else, I want to sleep, you can come back at another time .”

"Okay..." Belmode stopped circling around and said happily, "I want you to do me a favor."

"what?"

"Kill someone. An arrogant and cautious, egotistical, nihilistic, talented but difficult to control, very annoying guy." She used a long adjective, and she could hear that she was annoyed by this person.

"People from the organization?" Mr. A originally wanted to try to play psychological tactics to see if he could make Belmode think that he was not threatened-although it was unlikely, but now this idea has changed.

If Belmode wants to kill members of the organization, this should be considered internal strife, right?Although there is no way to use this as a threatening handle.But as far as the matter itself is concerned, he is actually quite interested—as long as that person is not an undercover agent.

Anyway, this description doesn't match his known undercover agents.

Belmode hooked his lips and smiled: "You will know."

"When that guy comes to Japan again, I will notify you." She took out her phone and blinked slightly, "Leave a contact information, Mr. Ghost."

Mr. A suddenly dropped his hand when he took it, and the phone fell to the floor with a muffled sound. Belmode raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding his frightened reaction. This is indeed an ordinary phone.

The black-haired boy leaned over to pick up the phone, and when he looked up, his expression was normal, but his unnaturally clenched fingers showed his complicated psychology.

"Uh……"

"Who are you? Where are you?" The black-haired, cat-eyed man jumped up from the bed, and unexpectedly pressed the white-haired young man next to him to the ground, with his knees on his waist and his hands behind his back. Asked in a low voice, "Why am I here?"

Akizawa Yo: ...

Didn't the prop say it would allow him to sleep peacefully until the early hours of tomorrow?