you turned on the love game

Since the conversation that day ended.

You haven't had any communication with Kurolo for several days in a row.

Intellectually, it is clear that the special soil of Meteor Street is destined to breed unique colors. They are paranoid, cunning, and have their own unique way of life. You have no right to interfere, and you don't plan to interfere.

However, you really can't accept the idea of ​​​​"doing wrong".

Kuroro probably understands what you mean, he hasn't stepped into the study for several days, leaving that space to you alone.

Late at night, you are sitting at the desk with your forehead resting on one hand.

This was originally the position of Kuroro, but now it is temporarily occupied by you, and the other hand lazily flips the old pages slowly.

The halo of the desk lamp enveloped the entire desk, and the paper had a pale yellow color under the light, and the Chinese characters printed on it seemed a little blurry due to the long time.

In the room, apart from the sound of your flipping the book, it is the ticking sound of the pendulum on the wall, which makes the environment more peaceful.

The door of the study room is open, and outside the door is the living room of the house, and a dozen steps straight ahead is the interior door leading to the yard.

The interior door was closed, but the windows leading to the courtyard were open.

Originally, there was a fresh scent of flowers wafting in from outside, but suddenly, that scent of flowers was faintly mixed with a faint smell of blood.

You squeezed the pages of the book for a moment, and quickly closed the book.

Then he stood up, walked out of the study room in doubt, and walked through the hall to the interior door, opened it, and looked in the direction of the source of the bloody smell.

At first you thought it was Madge who came back. She has recently taken over a lot of seriously injured clients, and she often returns home with a smell of blood.

But when you saw the person sitting in the yard, your eyes froze slightly.

The black-haired boy was sitting against the wall, with one leg propped up and the other stretched out in front of him.The right hand rests on the propped leg, and the left hand hangs quietly by his side.

When you opened the door, the smell of blood suddenly became stronger.

The left hand hanging by the side, the whole arm was dripping with blood, and there was a wound on the shoulder so deep that the bones could be seen.

Your brow furrowed instantly.

The moonlight was exceptionally clear tonight, dripping on his face like water.

The boy's immature and beautiful facial features are rippling in this clear light, and there is an extremely rare expression of relaxation and calm intertwined between his brows.

You push the interior door all the way open.

The door slams against the wall, and he looks at you.

Maybe it was because of the moonlight, or maybe it was because of the serious injury, that already fair face turned out to be somewhat transparent.The dark eyes were wide open, and the lips were almost bloodless.

You pressed your hand on the door frame, anger rising in your heart, walked up to him with a cold face, and said the first sentence in the past few days: "If you are injured like this, instead of going to Maggie to stitch the wound, instead sit here in a daze , do you think you have lived enough?"

Kuroro raised his face to look at you, and the clear stream of light fell from the sky into his pupils, pondered for a moment, and said, "It doesn't seem to be there either."

You laughed angrily at his answer, bent over to pick him up, and drove towards the Ninth District, regardless of whether the kid's posture on your shoulders would be uncomfortable.

He was also uncharacteristically cooperative.

You smiled and folded your arms the whole time you stitched up the wound.

You didn't say any accusations, but everyone present could feel your displeasure. March's stitching speed was unprecedentedly fast this time. As soon as the stitching was completed, he and the doctor drove Kurolo out together.

Kurolo: "..."

He glanced at the closed clinic, then at you, and walked back silently under your unhappy gaze.

Along the way, you always walked slowly behind the boy.

The hot head just now has gradually cooled down, and you suddenly realize that Kuroro might be sitting there waiting for you on purpose, and you know that your injury will not cause any problems in a short time.

He wasn't so stupid that he didn't know how to treat serious injuries.

Thinking about this, your anger gradually subsides, replaced by thoughtful thoughts about his actions.

When you returned to the house in the tenth district, you watched him sitting on the bed, and suddenly asked, "Did you do this on purpose?"

Although it is a questioning tone, you are almost sure.

Sure enough, Kuroro's eyes froze for a moment, and then he leaned his head slightly against the wall, and calmly admitted: "Um..."

You raised your eyebrows lightly, and you were about to ask him why, when you heard the young man ask something you hadn't thought about before: "You hate this kind of behavior?"

Ok?

The "why" that was about to be blurted out was swallowed by you again, and you sat on the chair beside the bed and asked curiously, "What if I say I hate it? You probably don't care about such things."

It doesn't matter what you think anyway.

He probably only does what he thinks is right.

But unexpectedly, Kuroro stared at the strange pattern painted on the ceiling, and tilted his head in a little confusion: "It's so strange..."

The young man raised his right hand and pressed his face, and the crisp young voice suddenly sank, and he said, "It seems that... I really care a little bit."

Hearing this, you were stunned for a moment, thinking that you had heard it wrong.

Kuroro lowered his eyes and stared at the pure white bedding, then suddenly laughed, and put down his hands to look into your eyes, his face was a little pale due to excessive blood loss, and your black pupils reflected your surprise.

"As for why, it's probably because this is not the answer I want... I don't know very well, and I don't like to explain."

The dark color in his eyes seemed to overflow from his pupils, his smile was very faint, and there was an inexplicable deep meaning buried in his eyes: "But... this may be the key to mastering yourself..."

"Eh?"

These words are a bit strange, you don't quite understand what he means.

But he had no intention of dispelling the confusion, leaning against the wall, staring down with his dark eyes, eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, and said inadvertently: "It seems a little dizzy."

You put aside the doubts just now, stared at the boy with a rare expression, hesitated for a moment, sighed helplessly, then raised your hand, and slowly placed it on his hair.

"Is it caused by excessive blood loss?"

"do not know……"

The boy didn't move, his jet-black soft hair fell into the palm of your hand.

His thin eyelids were slightly drooping, and his slightly pale face made him look less indifferent and scrutinizing than usual, quiet like a cat.

The grudges that had been in my heart for the past few days quietly dissipated.

You looked at him, couldn't help stretching out your other hand to pinch his face, and said in a cold tone, "Isn't this a deliberate act?"

The boy closed his eyes and smiled softly: "Oh, no."

At least, not quite.

You let go of your hand, and turn off the flickering incandescent lamp above your head, and the whole room dims in an instant.

All that remains is a dim wall lamp embedded in the wall.

Nearly nothingness spreads softly in your field of vision, the boy's body is surrounded by a thin halo, and your five fingers sink into the deep black hair, as if you have also merged into this gentle halo.

After a long time, Kuroro's fine long eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyelids, and he suddenly said, ""Linna" is the person you are looking for? "

You froze for a moment and said, "Well. How do you know?"

The black-haired boy replied calmly: "Because I saw this name in the Empress's book, it was written by you."

"Oh, yes." You immediately remembered, and smiled with your eyes bent, "She is about the same age as you, and you may have a chance to see her in the future."

"Is that so..."

Kuroro closed his eyes halfway, revealing half of his deep and dark eyes, feeling the warmth close to his ears, soaked in flesh and blood and transmitted to the depths of his brain, arousing an indescribable sense of strange trembling.

The fingers hanging on the bedding tightened slightly, and the blue blood vessels buried under the skin became more and more obvious with the strength.

"I'll remember the name," he said slowly.

Except the day when the master arrived at Meteor Street.

You are teaching Maqi close combat skills in the training ground.

After receiving the news from Sirio, you just wanted to tell Madge to wait for you for a while, but unexpectedly, the girl put away her fighting moves and said, "Then I'll go to the doctor in the ninth district to practice my reading ability."

You thought about it, and you didn't know how long it would take to get rid of the thoughts, so you agreed.

Kuroro and the knight are not here, and you didn't intend to call them to come over, and went directly to the third district where the nemesis master is located.

On the broken wall near the edge of Meteor Street.

Kuroro sat alone on it, quietly looking into the distance.

The knight found him, jumped up and sat down, looked at the invisible Gobi Desert in the distance, and said, "The Master of Disenchantment has arrived. According to the time, she should be almost in the third district now."

Kurolo said: "Well. Almost."

The knight turned his head to look at him and asked, "Are you sure there is no problem?"

"Before I killed that guy, I asked him." Kurolo said, "Ordinary nemesis masters can't get rid of the mind of the dead, but it won't have any additional effects, it just won't succeed."

After speaking, he looked at the knight: "Is the disguise ready?"

The knight smiled and shook his fingers: "Yes. The surveillance will only show that he enters the casino, and according to his usual habits, he won't come out for three or five days."

After a pause, the knight said again: "But as long as the elimination fails, they will find something wrong after careful inspection."

Kuroro's gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, and the bottom of his eyes was filled with dark and unclear emotions: "It's okay. They can't find any traces related to that person, and it is more likely that the guy has left Meteor Street , and then focus on what the other party may have done."

"At that time... finding someone will be a big project."

The knight held his face with one hand, his green eyes curled up cutely, the corners of his lips curled up, and he agreed: "Yes. You are right. This way the time will be delayed."

After a long silence, the knight asked: "Are you sure you won't leave Meteor Street for the time being? Will the formation of the brigade continue as usual?"

"The establishment of the brigade will continue as usual."

Kuroro's eyelashes were lightly closed, hiding the gloomy look in his eyes, and his eyes slowly fell on a low wall not far away. The wall was painted with two lines of text with dark red inferior paint.

"But...don't leave Meteor Street for now."

The long exposure to wind and sun made the text on it somewhat blurred.

However, the paranoid survival attitude of the people on Meteor Street can still be vaguely glimpsed from the color imitating some dried blood.

This is the belief they carry out until their death.

【We never refuse anything】

【So, don't try to take anything away from us...】

When you met Master Chu Nian, he only asked you one sentence.

"Is the person who cursed you still alive?"

You were slightly taken aback, then turned to look at Sirio, who turned his head and whispered something to the subordinate beside him, who quickly brought a notebook.

The monitoring screen showed that the guy just entered the casino two days ago, and according to the usual practice, he would not come out until a few days later.

You said to the teacher in addition to reading: "Alive..."

Then he sighed helplessly, "I know that the thought of a dead person is difficult to get rid of, so I didn't do anything to him."

"It's not just that." The master of eliminating thoughts said, "I have restricted myself and greatly improved the ability of eliminating thoughts. The condition is that I can never touch the thoughts of dead people."

"Ordinary nemesis masters just can't get rid of the thought of touching the dead, but if I touch it, you might be backlashed to death."

You nodded to show your understanding, and said with a smile, "Don't worry..."

After learning that the person who cursed you is still alive, the division master also heaved a sigh of relief: "Then let's start now and finish it sooner, so that I can get the money sooner."

When Kuroro and the knight arrived, you and the nemesis master had already entered the prepared room, and Sirio was standing in the yard with a cigarette in his mouth, surrounded by all the psychics responsible for security protection.

Not only to protect you, but also to protect the rare nemesis teacher.

Seeing Kuroro and the others coming, Sirio waved lazily, then yawned, and said, "Fortunately, the curser is still alive."

Kuroro's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and said, "Why do you say that?"

Sirio pointed to a house with a closed door not far away, and said, "Because the nemesis master has imposed restrictions on himself, he cannot touch the thoughts of the dead, and the ability to eliminate the thoughts of the living will be strengthened accordingly."

"..." The dark pupils suddenly constricted, and a very bad premonition emerged in Kuroro's heart: "What if you touch the thoughts of a dead person?"

"If you touch the thought of a dead person—"

Before the words were finished, a violent and malicious thought pressure suddenly erupted in the house not far away, and a huge shock wave suddenly swayed from the center, directly overturning several ordinary people around.

A terrified male voice came from inside.

"how so--"

"Why does she have the thoughts of a dead person on her body?!"