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The black organization, which has always been like a shadow hanging over the police in various countries, has been hit. Some of the high-level people who cooperated or controlled were reported with substantive evidence, and a small number of companies and smuggling routes were compiled into a list and sent to the police. to the police of various countries.

After receiving these anonymous evidences, countries began to test with skepticism, and finally found out that it was true and rewarding, and then began to launch ecstatic attacks on the black organization.

Cutting off their capital flow, imprisoning those who colluded with each other, and shutting down those companies, one by one was done quickly and quickly, and the black organizations that had not received the wind lost a lot of money by surprise. Wealth and manpower, too angry.

It all started with those anonymous letters.

No one knew who sent it, and the camera didn't capture even a tiny bit of that person.

All he knew was that in the next day's mailbox, he would receive a new confidential information about the black organization.

But in the eyes of the black organization and the undercover agents who knew it, this person who kept providing information to the police in various countries didn't even need to guess, he knew who did it at a glance.

There is only one person who can know so much information that only the backbone members of the black organization can obtain, deliver letters silently, and have this kind of motivation.

That is the former code-named member of the Black Organization—Yue Jian, who is currently being hunted down by the Black Organization.

Thinking of this, Zhu Fu Jingguang wanted to sigh helplessly, and he also thought about helping Yue Jian to repay his love, but he couldn't even meet him face to face, let alone find him.

He can't see through the moon, he can't see through anything.

It was Yuejian who saved him in the crisis, it was Yuejian who helped him, it was Yuejian who attacked the black organization, it was Yuejian who obeyed the black organization, and it was Yuejian who was ruthless.

He can be good or evil.

He only followed his own mind, wandering between the two sides, not being influenced by the world, he was extremely free and easy, and it seemed that there was nothing that could make him pay attention, except his elder brother.

If Remark heard Zhu Fu Jingguang's thoughts, he could immediately tell him why.

[It turns out that this is Er Wu Zai's off-fan back stepping, it looks so exciting. 】

"?" Xingzhou heard a word he hadn't heard before, tilted his head in doubt, and avoided the attack from behind, "Take off your fans and step back? What does this mean?"

[It is a new vocabulary I learned.It means that he was originally a loyal supporter of the organization, and he was extremely crazy.But one day I suddenly realized that this goal was a castle in the air, unrealistic, not only broke away from the organization and stopped working for it, but also stepped on this goal hard, chasing after it. 】

Xingzhou was silent for a moment: "Stop learning weird things."

"Boom—" There was a loud noise, followed by bottomless moats.

Entrusted by Gojo Satoru, Xingzhou came to Tokyo, which had become a paradise for cursed spirits, to help him eliminate the cursed spirits and return the city to humans.

Gojo Satoru used spells to break the seal he had set for Xingzhou.

As soon as the seal was released, the seductive scent that only the curse spirit could smell was carried by the wind and spread to every corner of the city.

All the curse spirits wandering aimlessly raised their heads the first time they smelled the fragrance, and turned to where Xingzhou was.

They frantically rushed towards Xingzhou, as if seeing a meaty jackal, tiger and leopard, their eyes almost glowed green.

But what greeted them was not a delicious meal and friendly hospitality, but Gojo Satoru, who was eager to try.

Gojo Satoru plowed the land over and over again, as if exorcising the curse spirit was an activity to vent his emotions.

Although most of the pressure was on Gojo Satoru, occasionally a few lucky ones who slipped through the net managed to step on the body of the dead mantra and come to Xingzhou.

Then the vortex sent by Xingzhou Cave was mercilessly sent back to the battlefield, and continued to welcome the pouring spell power from Wujo Wu.

After such a deafening thunderstorm for a long time, these seemingly continuous curse spirits were finally wiped out by Wujo Wuxie, and the city was returned to its original owner.

"Thank you, Teacher Wutiao." Xingzhou stepped forward and handed him a bottle of mineral water.

Gojo Satoru took the water, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and gulped down, "Thank you."

"Next, this place will return to its former prosperity, Mr. Wujo." Xingzhou squatted down, looking down from the center and the highest tower.

His pair of black eyes stared at the scorched land under the sun, as if he could vaguely see past happiness through them. The laughter of children, the chatter and laughter of adults, and the sound of car horns were intertwined together to form a A wonderful ensemble.

Gojo Satoru put his hand on Xingzhou's head, pressed it down, and rubbed it: "Of course, you can trust me with confidence."

[You don't need to believe in Gojo Satoru, but you can definitely trust the almighty support staff and [window]. 】

Xingzhou: "" That makes sense.

Yokohama is close to the sea, and its rain always comes quickly and quickly.

It was sunny one second, and before anyone could react, it was pouring rain the next second.

Especially in Yokohama on a rainy night, the night is dark, the ground is slippery and difficult to walk on, and there are very few passers-by.

For the hounds, no matter how heavy the rain is, they are going to patrol to maintain law and order, and this fact will not be changed by the weather.

Walking on the night road, with the help of the neon lights from the surrounding shops that barely penetrated the night fog to illuminate his vision, he walked on the street with his companions as usual.

Everything was the same as usual, petty theft was caught, criminals were fought, and even fewer people committed crimes because it was a rainy night.

Until Tiaoye Caiju passed by a person who was wrapped in a wide black cloak and blended into the night.

He stopped, and heard the voice of the man's heart, beating familiarly, powerfully, and full of vitality, which was especially obvious in the tranquility of the night.

He had heard this kind of heartbeat in a certain person, the exact same heartbeat.

It was the heartbeat heard in the man who stole the "book" and heard in the port mafia.

——Belongs to the heartbeat of Xingzhou!

Tiao Ye Caiju's smiling face instantly became serious, and he quickly pulled out the saber in his hand with a "chuss", and there was a looming cold light under the dim light of the neon lights.

"stop!"

Tiaoye Caiju yelled, and rushed to catch up with that person, followed by other people who did not know what happened, but still followed with trust in their teammates.

Yue Jian, who deliberately ran into them, left and ran away after hearing Tiao Ye Caiju's voice.

"What did you find, Jono?" someone asked.

Tiaoye Caiju clenched the saber in his hand and said: "There is no mistake, this heartbeat belongs to 'Xingzhou'!"

When the others heard that the person chasing was 'Xingzhou', their spirits were shaken immediately, and they focused on chasing Yuejian.

Fukuchi Sakurachi's Yugozen crossed the distance and came directly in front of Yuejian, forming a series of silver-white afterimages while waving, heading towards Yuejian's lifeblood one by one.

Yue Jian dodged the knife left and right, and finally found a chance to activate the teleportation skill, and turned into the dark blue vortex.

Soon, Yue Jian disappeared into a piece of dark blue, leaving behind a few hounds who couldn't help but feel sorry for each other.

After they went back, they reported the news of the appearance of 'Xingzhou' in Yokohama to the Ability Secret Service Division, which aroused their attention.

Not long after leaving Yokohama, he came back again. What did he want to do when he came back again, revenge?

They speculated about the purpose of this month's return, but they couldn't reason correctly because of insufficient information.

The next day, the Supernatural Secret Service Division began a thorough investigation, but they couldn't find 'Xingzhou' no matter how hard they searched.

After a day of finding nothing, except for the missing Ango Sakaguchi, the search failed all night.

It can only be inferred that it is related to 'Xinzhou'.

On the third day, the Ability Secret Service Section did not get any information, and the loss of personnel increased by one-the chief officer Tan Tianshantouhuo disappeared, and people were panicked.

On the fourth day, the Supernatural Secret Service Division still did not get any information, and the loss of personnel increased by one more—Fukuchi Sakurachi disappeared.

On the fifth and sixth days, the loss of personnel increased, including but not limited to Mori Ogai, the leader of the port mafia, and Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency.

The people from the three organizations were all blown up, running around like ants on a hot pot, united to look for the 'Xingzhou' that took their leader away, but they couldn't find it.

After a rigorous search and Edogawa Ranpo's powerful brain under the blessing of anger and panic, he successfully found the hidden Tsukimi within a day.

When he found Yuejian, he was holding a thick book, standing by the endless blue sea, stepping on the fine sand.

The breeze blows his black hair, blows the hem of his clothes, and the bright sunlight falls through the clouds, coating him with a layer of warm gold. On the contrary, it looks like a leisure vacation on the beach.

After being surrounded by them, Yue Jian raised her head to look at the few people who temporarily had the right to speak in front of her, her eyes as black as jewels carried a clear smile.

His voice is low, like a quietly burning firework, warm and not dazzling: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."