When the United States and the United States are miserably bound to the barrage system

Bourbon himself did not see the text message because he is currently in a meeting at the police department.

The muted phone was quietly in his pocket, while he stared at the big data analysis on the screen, lowering his brows.

That is the location, frequency and analysis of various natural disasters during this period.

"...In addition to the above-mentioned disasters that have already occurred, according to reliable sources, there will be an even worse disaster in the near future." Kuroda Bingwei said in a deep voice.

A young policeman from the first search section raised his hand in confusion: "Is it the prediction made by the natural disaster monitoring system?"

"You can understand it this way." Kuroda Hei did not deny or admit it.

He didn't explain whether the system was accurate—whether it happened or not, they had to be prepared.

This is what they are supposed to do as police officers.

Hei Kuroda supported his chin with his hands, and said in a low voice, "We will call it 'witch' for the time being."

A witch who will bring about the end.

But Toru Amuro, who was standing in the aisle, could understand the answer that Kuroda Hei had never said. The so-called monitoring system did not exist at all, and the source they got the information from was Yokohama.

It's Yokohama again.He suppressed the impulse in his heart.

Kuroda Hei on the podium below seemed to glance at him, and then continued to instruct the contents of the disaster response.This undoubtedly shows that he has a lot of confidence in the source of the news.

There was nothing to stay on, Toru Amuro turned around, opened the door and walked out.In the empty aisle, he finally picked up his phone.

But the first thing he saw was a missed call from Gin.

After he left the police station in his white Mazda, he called Gin back on the side of the road.

"Gin, what's the matter?" he asked.

After listening to a few words, he frowned: "Now?"

He looked out from inside the car, and at some point, the clear sky turned dark.

...

In the end, Jinchuan Haruka got his wish and entered the dessert shop he just saw, and took a cup of hot cocoa, and took a quiet sip.

The radio station in the dessert shop is playing cheerful music, as if the sweetness is exploding on the tip of the tongue.

The three policemen who had only met after many years kept making eye contact along the way. If Haruka Tsugawa was not present, they probably would have had a good conversation about what is called "Matsuda's fist".The barrage was full of laughter, and they were all happy to hear that Zhu Fu Jingguang was about to be sanctioned.

Thoughtfully leaving space for the three to communicate, Jin Chuanyao moved aside and turned to look at the sky outside the glass window.

The sunlight became a little dim when they entered the dessert shop, and it was completely dark at this time.

Zhu Fu Jingguang followed his gaze and said, "Is it going to rain?"

"It's too much. It was supposed to be a sunny day and the sun hid in the dark clouds. Do you think you deserve a beating, the sun?" Matsuda Zhenping slung Zhu Fu Jingguang's shoulders, showing his white teeth when he smiled.

"You can't say that, Xiao Zhenping, maybe it's the fault of the Meteorological Bureau." Hagiwara Kenji shared the pressure for Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Tsukawa Haruka was quietly drinking hot cocoa for free.The dessert shop turned on the lights, and under the light, the glass windows reflected the lights in the room.

He blinked, and his reflection did the same.

It's like a mirror, separating the inner and outer sides.

The black-haired boy in the mirror and the black-haired boy outside the mirror also kept smiling.

"Snapped."

Tiny raindrops hit the glass window, splashing water in the corner of the reflection's eyes, leaving a water mark.

Tsukawa Haruka looked away.

Following this sound, the pattering sound outside the window gradually sounded.

"Oops, I didn't bring an umbrella." The customers in the store were a little worried.

The cheerful music suddenly stopped.

"A piece of news, a piece of news, typhoon 'Witch' is about to land in Japan in two hours, residents please be prepared..." The dignified tone of the news anchor came from the radio station, snuffing out the cheerful atmosphere.

The voices of discussions in the store gradually increased, and some customers had already got up and left in the rain.

【typhoon? ? ? ! ! ! ! 】

[What's the situation, why so fast!two hours? ? ! 】

[It's okay to say it's a witch, but who came up with the name. 】

[Is the 'Doomsday Witch' so scary?The realization is too surprising! 】

[No wonder it's hard to fight, even if you know the time, it's hard to predict it accurately! 】

【etc?Isn't it next Wednesday? ? ? 】

[Although the sky just got cloudy, I didn't think too much about it. It stands to reason that there are still five days until next Wednesday? 】

[In front, do you still remember that this is the world of Ke Xue? 】

【You convinced me. 】

"So suddenly?" Kenji Hagiwara said unexpectedly.

Beside him, Tsugawa Haruka stood up.

"A little something." He said in that unhurried tone, as if he just woke up from a nap, "I will inform you of the location later."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned for a moment.

However, Tsukawa Haruka didn't intend to explain further, he put down the empty cup, turned around and opened the glass door a few steps away.

The moment the door opened, the raindrops outside the window seemed to be more urgent.

A cool air came into the room, and it was obviously a cold winter in the warm season.

Then with a squeak, the feeling of dampness and the sound of frequent rain were shut out, and the feeling of warmth inside the house seemed like the last tenderness.

The gloomy city under the rain is incompatible with the small shops with orange warm lights.

Matsuda Jinpei was the first to react and snapped his fingers: "Okay, let's talk about whether you are hiding something dangerous again—"

Seems to have figured it out, Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't reply immediately.He looked helplessly and sadly at the closed door for a long time.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll tell you," he murmured.

If there is a tomorrow.

[If today is the end, do they still have tomorrow? 】

[A promise that will never be fulfilled, Jing Guang, you escaped again! 】

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo want to cry. 】

【Did Qiu Ting deliberately let them have a small gathering? 】

[If it fails this time, this will be the last time they meet this week. 】

[RIO is always particularly warm in such trivial places, I cried. 】

【He didn't stay, he left in the rain.It seems that apart from Jing Guang, RIO has no relationship and can be regarded as a good person. 】

[Joke, Matsuda is not nice to RIO!It is clear that RIO himself does not want to stay! 】

【After all, he has more important things to do...】

...

"Report! The maximum average wind speed of Typhoon 'Witch' is still increasing!"

"25 meters per second, 30 meters per second, 35 meters per second..."

"It has reached the super typhoon level!"

With the continuous sound of warnings, the room of the Meteorological Bureau was red.

Then, a majestic voice shouted in a deep voice: "Issuing a typhoon red warning! From now on, enter a special emergency wind protection state!"

The news spread quickly.

...

The same text message was sent continuously and appeared on the mobile phone screens of the members in black.

The silver-haired killer snorted coldly with his cigarette butt in his mouth: "It's really unreliable."

The vodka driving next to him was as quiet as a quail. After the last mistake, he didn't dare to mention the prophet in front of the gin again, even though he wore a green shirt under his black coat.

Sitting in the backseat, Belmode crossed her legs, and her black tights looked extremely glamorous.

"Can't get in touch with the fortune teller yet?" she said, seeming to be questioning, but with a tone that made Gin unhappy, "That gentleman made such a big move for the fortune teller, and it's time to mobilize all the code members Gather a large number of armed forces. Gin, won't you stop it?"

"You who are the most loyal in front of that gentleman are not as good as the prophet who just joined the organization?"

Belmode remained skeptical of the prophet's statement, after all, even his own ageless appearance was beyond common sense.

But this time they went too far.

"That gentleman must get the witch." Gin took off the cigarette butt from his mouth, put it in a plastic bag and put it away.

"Typhoon?" Belmode raised his eyebrows.

She heard the red typhoon warning on the radio, and the name of the typhoon is 'Witch'.

"No." Gin said in a more mocking tone at this time, "Is there anything else you don't know? Belmode."

Belmode frowned.

Vodka, who was driving, didn't dare to say anything, and the two who were strong enough had no intention of speaking again.

The sound of rain outside the window seemed to be the only sound in the frozen air.

After a long time, Gin Jiu's cell phone ringing broke the silence in the car.

"It's finally here." Gin raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes under the brim of his hat revealed a sharp light.

Let him see whether the last prediction of the prophet is correct or false.

...

On the empty road, the children's umbrella is like a small yellow flower, destroyed by heavy rain.

"You finally called me back." The elementary school student in a blue suit stood on the empty suburban road, raised his half-moon eyes, "Qiu Ting, you didn't answer the phone on such an important day!"

Holding his own umbrella, he looked up at the sky—the dark cloud that was gradually approaching the ground.

"It's just right now." The prophet on the other end of the phone said indifferently.

"Really." Conan imitated Mao Lilan's tone and complained.

God knows that he ran to a place where no one was there early this morning, and couldn't get through on the phone. He was so anxious after waiting for so long.

He found that the prophet on the opposite side was exactly the same as he remembered, and he didn't panic at all.This gave him a sense of futile worry.

But it is undeniable that at this time, the reaction of the collaborator has eased his anxious heart a lot.

Like, everything is in his plan and they can win.

The force of the rain falling on the umbrella gradually increased. Conan reported the location, then paused, and his voice became low.

"Qiu Ting." He raised his head, looking at the sky from the edge of the umbrella, "I have a hunch that she is coming."

The keys of the piano were pressed, and a long-drawn-out tone accompanied by the sound of rain came from the sky.

The black like a gear emerges from the sky, and the hollow numbers jump to the Arabic numeral ten.

The rain seemed to have stopped.

Conan put down his umbrella, and the black paint dripping from the sky seemed to be reflected in the flat glasses.Before the huge water drop fell to the ground, a gap appeared above it, expanding into a sharp circle, revealing the golden eyes inside.

The clean and transparent rainwater has been transformed into a rich black, like ink, descending into the world with a curse.

The number that took up half the sky jumped to nine.

Everything was exactly as he had seen it before.

On the mobile phone, the voice of the collaborator is still unhurried, and seems to have a wonderful rhythm.

"Get out of there, Conan-kun," he said. "Your role is over."

"Of course, if you want to talk face-to-face with Gin about your ideals in life, you can stay there."

"This kind of joke is not funny." Conan stepped on the skateboard and slid towards the boundary of the sky wheel.

The extremely oppressive number on the back jumped to eight, and the long sound of the cello was added to the sound of the music in the ear, which seemed strange and broad.

It's like a sky infested with blackness.

...

With the movement of Zhu Fujingguang, the camera brought the audience in the live broadcast room to witness the changes on this road.

He stood beside the members of the organization and raised his head. The blackness that filled half of the sky and the rising symphony in his ear turned the desolation into the style of children's paintings.

The sweetness and warmth on his body from the dessert shop had been dispelled by the heavy rain on the way here. Zhu Fu Jingguang's face was cold, and he seemed to be a lot colder now that he was no longer smiling: "Twelve o'clock direction, 600 meters . 4 minutes to go."

"Bomb team, get out of here within 4 minutes." Qin Jiu said coldly.

['Doomsday Witch'! 】

[So nervous, so nervous, have they brought enough ammunition to organize them?When Xiao Meiyan dealt with Witch Night, she emptied several arsenals! 】

[Believe in the organization, they are Mafia spanning half a century! 】

[Hemaste, organization, come on! ! ! ! 】

[I actually will cheer for the organization one day, what the fuck. 】

【Master Qin, come on! ! ! ! ! ! 】

Beside Zhu Fu Jingguang, Qin Jiu picked up the binoculars and looked at the sky.The strong wind blew his long silver hair, as if refusing his approach.

He saw the pitch blackness, and the ink that was deeper than black and so thick that it couldn't be melted.

"That thing?" He who couldn't see the specific situation clearly could still perceive the weirdest anomaly.

Belmode, who was staying behind, folded her arms, and her words were transmitted from the connection to the headsets of Gin and Zhufu Jingguang.

"Witch, that's an apt description," she said.

The gears kept turning as the time passed, and the numbers jumped to zero after the last minute.

"It's time." Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed softly.

Everything is like a dream in a fairy tale book, or like a piece of paper homework cut out by a child's mischievousness.

The magnificent picture scroll slowly opened towards them along with the sky covered by the skirt.

{'Naritai! Kawaikunaritai! '}

The child's voice rang in my ears.

Ink dripped to the ground, and golden eyeballs rolled on the ground.The resin dolls bent down, picked up the eyeballs, and played with their rigid bodies like kicking a football.

{'Naritai! Kawaikunaritai! '}

The lace edge of the skirt was rolled up, and the slender and jet-black hair covered the white gauze.In this densely populated area, the eyeballs opened in the gaps, turning to look at the empty ground.

They seem to be looking for the delicacy that attracts them, looking for the dessert they fancy.

The dark clouds turned into paper-cuts, trembling and wandering in the sky.

Wardrobes like children's drawings rise from the ground, like high-rise buildings in the city, turning the empty ground into a witch's dollhouse.

Familiars circled the city laughing and singing their songs.

{'Naritai! Kawaikunaritai! '}

The lace trim of their skirts was ink-stained by eyeballs.

They raised their eyeballs, let the ink slide down their faces, and laughed with crescent-like mouth corners.

A new city is being built.

The black filaments are condensed into a huge long skirt, and the huge eyeballs are gazing at the city. Her long skirt is like the sharpest knife cutting through the paper and tearing the sky.

The door has been opened, and the witch has come to her paradise.

Embrace this chaotic and disorderly new world of hers.

"Why is there a child there!" Chianti exclaimed from the headset, sharply cutting through the suddenly magnificent symphony.

In the telescope, an elementary school student in a blue suit is walking on a skateboard in the streets of the witch, like a dwarf who has strayed into the kingdom of giants, and also like a 3D [-]D model.

"Never mind, fire!" Qin Jiu said indifferently.

In the next second, flames bloomed from the corners of the new city.

And Conan, who was struggling to avoid the abnormal movement, turned his head, and the wind blew up the broken hair on his forehead, almost covering his sight.

"Oops." He gritted his teeth, trying to avoid the firing range of the artillery fire.

Suddenly, a trace of silver appeared in front of his eyes.

"Huh?" He froze for a moment.

A hand passed under his arm and lifted him off the skateboard.

In an instant, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The paper-cut city disappeared before his eyes, and he saw the flames that had gone away from him.

"... Hiiragi!" Conan turned around in surprise.

And behind him, the silver-haired Hiiragi Wuyue quietly watched the firefight ahead.

【Hiiragi-chan! ! ! ! ! 】

[An instant sense of peace of mind comes! 】

[Long time no see, I miss you to death, woo woo woo woo! 】

Conan was taken aback.

He saw those muddy, quagmire-like eyes.

"Stay here and don't move." Hiiragi Wuyue said.

The voice was as cold as ever.

But the supposedly bright rose-red gemstone on his chest was now smudged with ink, mottled with strange colors.

The author has something to say: Red envelopes will be given out from the comments on this chapter until the next chapter is posted ≥v≤

I hope it can be finished before the 20th, come on, come on, come on