The forum wrote the Shura field script for the real wine

[The night is deep, and the black Porsche is embedded in the darkness like a stubborn stone.

At this time, the Porsche was parked on the road in the middle of a residential area.

The home of Akira Sakurai's high school student vest is within sight of the Porsche.

Qin Jiu was sitting in the car, the dim light illuminated half of his face under the brim of his hat, but the cold pool in his eyes could never be illuminated, it was always so cold, deep and chilling.

He flipped through a few pages of the information collected by Vodka, and these thin pages were full of the black-haired pink-eyed high school student's resume and past in detail.

Nothing suspicious.

Sakurai Tsuki's identity is an ordinary high school student.

Parents are not around all the year round, or they have abandoned him.

In the end, he came to Didan High School from abroad alone.

The image of him drugging this high school student in the amusement park that day flashed through Gin's mind.

Even if he was held hostage and kidnapped by him, this high school student was arrogant and arrogant, and even threatened him in turn.

All these made him feel vaguely strange. The existence of this black-haired, pink-eyed high school student was like an invisible and invisible claw in the middle of the night, sticky and moist, cold and hot.

Vodka's voice came from the driver's seat, "Brother, this high school student is very close to Bourbon."

Qin Jiu's eyes froze, and the atmosphere around him became more tense and dangerous.

Vodka went on to say: "On the day when the undercover undercover Teru Takahashi was eliminated, there was also a little boy with black hair and pink pupils in the shopping mall. The little boy looked very similar to this high school student, and he seemed to know Bourbon and... Belmode .”

"This high school student has no younger brother, and has always been alone. But he seems to have a certain purpose in approaching Bourbon..."

After Vodka finished speaking, the temperature in the compartment suddenly dropped several degrees.

Qin Jiu's eyes became colder and colder, his eyes were full of angry and turbulent undercurrents, he stepped on the information under his feet, and the voice he made was ruthless and cold-blooded like a god of death announcing his death.

"Destroy him."]

Akira Sakurai lay on the soft bed, sinking his consciousness into the forum.

And the forum happened to be playing the feature film, in which Gin's bleak face was rendered even more terrifying in the perilous atmosphere.

But the long silver hair and handsome and superior facial features are always pleasing to the eye and rippling in the heart.

Even Gin, who is now camped a block away, wants to kill him.

Akira Sakurai squinted her pink pupils, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a playful smile.

"Destroy him..." Sakurai Akira read along with Gin's words, then he opened his eyes, pulled his consciousness away from the forum, and got up from the middle of the night.

Akira Sakurai looked around, he wanted to start destroying "himself" before Gin "destroyed him".

【Oh, friends, let me bet on what method Xiao Ming will use to destroy himself. 】

[jump off a building?set fire?Faking a car accident?Or take sleeping pills? 】

[It's so scary, how could Xiao Ming choose the above methods, it's too scary...]

【Then let’s guess what method Qin Jiu will use to eliminate Xiao Ming~】

[Vodka kidnapping?Chianti shot with a sniper rifle?Or Master Qin himself? 】

[It's so scary... Daba, the shadow of childhood can't appear in our Xiao Ming's script. 】

Looking out the balcony window, Akira Sakurai could see the gin-pink Porsche parked just down the street from his apartment building.

Akira Sakurai raised his hand and looked at his mechanical watch, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

The floor of his apartment is not high, there are not many residents, and they are all young people.

The apartment has been built for a long time, although the developer renovated the old apartment in disrepair at the request of the residents the year before last.

But the developer cut corners and only painted the walls of the apartment, and installed a fire alarm with fluctuating sensitivity.

Akira Sakurai took the lighter and called the emergency number. He lied a lot but spoke the truth, "Is there an emergency center? My friend is going to set fire to himself!"

After Akira Sakurai received a response from the emergency center, his anxious face suddenly returned to calm and indifferent.

He went outside and lit the lighter over the fire alarm.

The weak flame of the lighter reflected Sakurai Akira's face, and the pink under his eyes began to melt under the fire, his eyes were like a pink ocean, and the rapidly spinning vortex seemed to be able to instantly sink people.

A few seconds later, the harsh police academy resounded throughout the apartment.

The noise immediately exploded from the apartment.

"It's on fire! It's on fire!"

"Run, everyone! There's a fire!"

Everyone else ran out of the house amidst the sirens of the crisis, but Akira Sakurai went inside.

He poured alcohol on the ground, then threw a few lighted matches onto the alcohol.

The flames roared up, and the ruthless flames immediately swallowed Sakurai Akira's frail young figure.

The people who ran outside looked at the smoldering apartment building and blocked the road with discussions.

Ambulances and fire engines also arrived later.

"Is it an accidental fire?"

"I remember the house that caught fire was a high school student who lived alone."

"I just heard that the high school student wanted to commit suicide by setting fire. It was his friend who called the emergency center in advance!"

"Didn't this implicate others? Was anyone else injured?"

Firefighters were evacuating the crowd, while paramedics checked for injuries amid the chaos.

A male rescuer in a medical uniform and a medical mask

Medical staff carried a fainted black-haired boy out of the crowd.

The crowd shouted: "This is the high school student who set fire to commit suicide! Catch him!"

"What are you talking about! Human life is the most important thing! Get out of the way, the doctor wants to rescue him."

The black-haired boy was being sent into the ambulance on a stretcher. The firefighters were also trying to put out the fire, and the fire alarm played a song like a prank.

Residents began to target unscrupulous developers amidst the absurd singing.

The ambulance drove slowly, and the man standing in the narrow alley took off his white coat and mask, revealing that familiar face, but his eyes were red.

Akira Sakurai rubbed his eyes, his eyes were smoky when he was saving the internet-addicted teenager next door, and now wearing colored contact lenses is even more uncomfortable.

But Akira Sakurai raised his eyebrows, and immediately put aside the little annoyance caused by the sore eyes, watching the Porsche parked on the side of the road with a happy mood and had already left.

And he also told exactly the vodka that mixed into the crowd and pretended to be a passerby-"The one who set fire to suicide was the black-haired high school student with pink eyes."

[Vodka, who was sitting in the car, suddenly heard the siren, and he was vigilant, "Brother, there seems to be an accident."

Gin shifted his gaze out of the window, and saw that the high school student's room was emitting thick black smoke.

After a while, the residents filed out and blocked the street with noise.

Gin frowned.

Seeing the ambulance coming, Vodka asked Gin: "Brother, I'll go over and ask about the situation."

In the chaos, Vodka saw a boy with a white cloth covering his face lying on the stretcher. He had black hair and thin, and he looked like a high school student.

And the crowd talking about it also corroborated his conjecture.

"That high school student may have been stimulated by something. I have long felt that something is wrong with him."

"People who can set fire to suicide are very normal people."

"Please step aside, I'm going to take the injured into the ambulance." A male ambulanceman passed by Vodka, and the male ambulanceman's eyes were red, staring at Vodka with "please don't Hindering our work" has a cold meaning.

Vodka returned to the car, and he said to Gin: "Brother, that high school student seemed to be stimulated after being kidnapped by us, and now he set fire to himself."

A trace of surprise flashed in Qin Jiu's eyes, but then a more sinister chill appeared in his eyes.

"I actually solved myself first..." Qin Jiu's voice was extremely cold.

The willpower of this high school student to resist in the corner turned out to be too weak to withstand a single blow.

Gin opened the corner of his mouth sarcastically, he thought this game of cat and mouse could be played for a few more days. 】

Didan High School.

Suzuki Sonoko and Mori Ran are discussing plans to go to Tokyo Tower this weekend.

Sera Masumi passed by and just heard them discussing going to Tokyo Tower for sightseeing, and joined in the chat, "I also plan to go to Tokyo Tower, do you want to go together?"

Mao Lilan smiled and said, "Okay."

Sera Masumi suddenly looked at the empty seat next to him, "I remember this seat is occupied by a male classmate with pink eyes, he doesn't seem to come here for a while?"

Suzuki Sonoko sighed, "That's right, Sakurai has gone abroad. It's a pity that our class lost a real handsome guy."

Inside Poirot's Coffee Shop.

The Boy Detectives sat inside and ate dessert together in a leisurely afternoon, and the chirping and laughter of the little devils brought a lively atmosphere to Poirot.

Toru Amuro served sandwiches to the brats as usual.

Conan looked left and right in the store, he looked up at Toru Amuro, "Brother Amuro, isn't Brother Yue working part-time here?"

Toru Amuro suddenly heard someone pronounce this name, he paused for a moment, then calmly and gently replied to Conan, "Yue-kun, he has left Mihua Town."

At night, it rained heavily in the dark.

Toru Amuro was sitting in the car, the noisy rain was beating on the car window, leaving silent marks one after another.

There are soothing songs playing in the car, but it is difficult to cover the sound of the storm outside the car.

Amuro received a call from Belmod. He woke up from the silence and returned to his firmness and gentleness as before.

"I can't imagine why you called me today."

Belmode's voice was cold and charming, "Bourbon, Gin is very concerned about that pink-eyed high school student who is walking very close to you."

Toru Amuro remained expressionless, because he clearly knew that this high school student was not simple.

The "Zero" that Sakurai Tsuki called out while buried in his arms made him hard to forget the shock and bewilderment at that time for a long time.

Belmode continued, his tone suddenly tinged with sarcasm, "But this high school student seems to have committed suicide by arson."

Amuro Toru's hand became cold in an instant, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Obviously at that time, he was still vividly talking to him in the car some inseparable words.

how come……

The violent wind and showers washed the road and the shops along the street.

A silver-haired boy was holding an umbrella and standing in front of Poirot's coffee shop. There was a warm atmosphere inside the shop, but a cold and dark atmosphere outside.

He didn't go in, and seemed to be waiting for someone at the door.

But the person he was waiting for in the store had already left.

Amuro drove the car back to Poirot. When the car passed the door of Poirot's coffee shop, he saw a silver-haired boy who stopped when he saw his car.

Amuro Toru's hand holding the steering wheel was still, and he could clearly see the boy's face through the car window.

Strange silver hair and red eyes, but with that familiar face.

The car braked, but then Toru Amuro turned his gaze and stepped on the accelerator.

In Amuro Toru's last line of sight, he saw the boy almost resolutely abandoning the umbrella on the ground in the heavy rain.

The boy was drenched in the rain, standing on the road watching Toru Amuro's car drive away into the distance.

Akira Sakurai blinked his rain-drenched eyes, touched his faded hair, and the red contact lenses were also a little slippery.

He hugged his head and squatted on the ground in frustration, his body was getting colder and colder from the rain, but the umbrella was at his feet, but he didn't pick it up.

Because there is no reason to pick it up after losing it.

Akira Sakurai buried his face in his hands and laughed silently.

Suddenly, the rain on the top of the head disappeared.

Akira Sakurai looked up to see the squinting-eyed man holding the umbrella above his head.