you turned on the love game

The cold wind was blowing, and the wind was still wrapped in the dust of the Gobi Desert outside. The fine grains of sand hit Kuroro's face, which felt like drizzle to the touch. After a while, he felt that his appearance was covered with a layer of dust.

His questions went unanswered.

The person who had muttered "protection" just now had fallen asleep, and his warm breath was lightly puffing on the side of his neck, smooth and long, but for Meteor Street, this was a very dangerous distance.

It's time to push her away now, Kuroro thought calmly, even when she hugged her just now, he should have avoided it immediately.

Why not?

This self-reflexive question caused the boy to look at her long hair reflecting the moonlight, his eyes dimmed slightly, and his other free hand slowly raised, but when it touched the arm that was wrapping around his shoulder, it slightly a stagnation.

The body temperature was transmitted to his body through the clothes, which was a completely different feeling from the cold and barren Meteor Street.

The cloth soaked in tears is against the skin, and when the night wind blows, the cool feeling seems to seep into the blood, and gradually come to the heart along the blood vessels, and every beat will bring a strange and strange experience.

"..." The little boy held his hand in mid-air and tightened his five fingers slightly. His fingertips unconsciously touched the fabric of her sleeve. His eyes were lowered, and his eyes were removed from her body, quietly watching the undulating ground.

The raised stones are polished smooth, and the blue-gray surface vaguely reflects a waning moon, like a pool of clear water.

Kuroro emptied his mind for a rare time and didn't think about anything.

After a long while, he quietly lowered his arm, his ecstasy gradually returned to his body, and he noticed some unusual things.

Most of her body smelled of fruit wine, but this mellow fragrance was faintly mixed with a faint smell of blood that he was very familiar with.

Killed someone just now?

Under the hazy moonlight, the boy quickly noticed the blood stains on her clothes. Judging from the color of the blood, it should have been stained not long ago, that is, during the meeting.

So... is crying also related to this?

Chrollo narrowed his eyes in thought.

The icy-cold wind suddenly brought an elegant fragrance of flowers. He opened his eyes a little, and his eyes fell on the swaying flowers around the yard. The purple flower branches swayed slowly in the breeze.

This is a flower called Ziying Pandan.

It was she who specially went to the inner area to find someone with connections to transplant it back.

The soil in the outer area of ​​Meteor Street is destined to be unable to grow most plants. In order to grow it alive, she deliberately replaced all the soil around the yard and entrusted a professional gardener to take care of them.

But to say how much she likes these flowers, it seems that she doesn't.

She doesn't come to see them often, but occasionally when her Nian Beast lies down in the flowers to take a nap, she will show a look that can be called nostalgic.

Kuroro looked up at the crescent moon that was once again hidden in the clouds, thinking thoughtfully, maybe it was because she had seen similar scenes before?

Suddenly, the wind that became stronger interrupted his contemplation, and the origami decoration hanging under the eaves made a crumpled sound, and the string was bent and straightened, which could hold the paper decoration that was blown into the air.

This was made by her on a whim some time ago.

I said that I wanted to make handmade wind chimes, but unfortunately I couldn't find suitable materials, so I had to make do with paper decorations.

So what are wind chimes?

When Kuroro was distracted, the wind became stronger and stronger.

The flowers were also blown to one side or another by the wind, and the abandoned buildings on Meteor Street had many air vents, and the whistling sound of the wind echoed in the silent night.

He was silent for two seconds, and directly raised the person on his shoulders.

The moving movement woke her up, she didn't seem to react, she straightened her waist by supporting the boy's shoulders, and asked him vaguely, "Where are you going?"

Kuroro said calmly: "Go to sleep..."

When he found that she was awake, he planned to pull his hand back, but no matter how hard he tried, he had to give up.

She tilted her head with a puzzled expression: "Oh..."

Then suddenly he lowered his head again, putting most of his body weight on the young boy's shoulders, his long hair flowing down his neck, and he could only hear a reluctant complaint: "I'm so tired, I don't want to go."

Hearing this complaint, Kuroro first wondered if he could carry her in directly.However, in the next second, he suddenly realized that his thoughts were wrong, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.

strangeness.Why did he have such an idea?

According to normal thinking, it should be the most convenient to just leave her alone. Why do you want to bring her in?

Kuroro opened his eyes slightly, covered his lips with his palms lightly, and lowered his head thoughtfully, trying to recall the reason why he had this thought at that moment, but he couldn't find it.

It's like thinking about it subconsciously.

But he hadn't been the type to do that at all.

why?

The boy has been standing in the yard without moving for a long time. The person who put the weight on him patted his head lightly, and his chin was also raised. He couldn't speak clearly: "Kulolo?"

And this, she was not vigilant when she touched the lifeline from behind.

Kuroro calmly added one in his mind.

"are you cold?"

The person lying on his shoulder came over again, frowning slightly, muttering unhappy, "The wind is so strong, I feel a little cold."

"..." Kuroro's thoughts were interrupted again, he simply gave up temporarily, and walked towards the room again, "Really, then go back."

I thought it would be troublesome to stuff a drunk person into the bathroom, but fortunately she knew how to wash herself, but there was a lot of pinging and rattling inside, and she probably broke a lot of things.

The young boy leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, and looked at the moonlight flowing on the ground outside the window. The shadows of the surrounding courtyard walls stretched and cast into the courtyard, making the outside extraordinarily quiet.

He stared at the black shadow with cold eyes.

The clouds flowing in the sky happened to block the moon, and the light outside suddenly dimmed, and a faint shadow appeared on the face with delicate features.

No one bothered him, and Kuroro fell into the thinking just now again:

Why would he have such thoughts subconsciously, and even let down his vigilance?He was genuinely curious about himself like this.

——Is it because she brings a sense of security?

Kuroro came up with this answer first, and then denied it a few seconds later: No, no, at least not just... there should be other reasons.

However, no matter what answer he got, he could find another direction to deny it, and he couldn't figure out the real reason for his behavior. Curiosity always lingered in his heart.

There was a soft click.

The bathroom door was pulled open from the inside.

She walked to the bed in a few steps, threw herself directly into the quilt, rubbed against the soft pillow, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

The dark-haired boy withdrew his gaze and was about to leave the room.

"Krollo?"

He paused and looked back.

She half-opened her eyes in sleepiness, her eyes caught his position, she raised her right hand and shook it slowly towards him, speaking in a very soft voice.

"Good night……"

Then he buried himself in the soft quilt.

With hair scattered in front of her face, she fell asleep instantly.

"..." Kuroro stared at her quietly for a few seconds, his eyes were dark and unable to reflect the slightest light, but it seemed as if the stop button had been pressed, and the pile of thoughts surging in his mind just now suddenly stopped.

never mind.So be it.

His mood became extremely calm. A few minutes ago, he thought about adjusting his approach in time after thinking about it, but now he suddenly didn't want to do it again.

Finally Kuroro casually rolled his eyes away.

The eyelids were slightly closed, and the lowered voice of the boy brought the night to an end.

"Good night……"

The ninth district of Meteor Street.

In an old bungalow on the edge of the street.

The knight yawned and sat on the sofa. The two reinforcements who played cards with him had already gone to bed. Kuroro hadn't come back yet. I don't know if something happened on the way that delayed him.

Just when he was thinking about whether to go out to find someone, Kuroro just appeared outside, pushed open the door and came in, patted the dust in his hair: "Xiaxia, the black road that came to Meteor Street today is the Morrow family?"

The knight was about to say hello, but he was stunned when he heard the words, and thought for a while to answer: "Well, it's them, and the head of this family is also here, it seems that he wants to cooperate with Meteor Street with full sincerity."

"The owner of the house is Satri Morrow?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Oh, she might have killed the Patriarch."

She said a bunch of illogical things when she was drunk. This is the effective information Kuroro captured from when she mentioned the meeting, plus the blood stains and bloody smell on her clothes.

The knight was stunned: "Huh?"

He thought about it seriously, and asked in confusion, "Is it very troublesome?"

"It's not troublesome for the residents of Meteor Street to kill people." Kurolo said, "But as a future partner and manager of the underground business, killing the owner of the other party may be a little troublesome."

He glanced at the time, and it was less than three hours before dawn.

Kuroro asked the knight: "Can you find a way to get the surveillance near the house in the third district that is responsible for receiving foreign guests?"

"Yes, the monitoring rooms are basically near the street."

"Well, I'll go and see that house."

They stepped into the moonlight through the wind and sand, and soon came to the third district. The knight sneaked into the monitoring room alone, and Kurolo came to Meteor Street to receive outside the house of the underworld family.

It happened to be the same house where Luska used to live.

Because she doesn't live here, she backhandedly resold it to council.

There are still bodyguards patrolling outside the house. Kuroro observed calmly for more than ten minutes, found the blind spot where they were patrolling, quietly climbed the outer wall to the second floor, and watched the scene in the room through the window.

In an instant, he dodged several flashlight shots, and finally saw a bloody corpse in the window of the room on the right side of the third floor.

By the moonlight, I can vaguely see the black suit in the pool of blood, with the logo of the Moreau family dotted on the neckline. By default, only the head of the family is qualified to wear this kind of clothes, and he usually dresses like this when cooperating to show respect.

Sure enough, he is the head of the Moreau family.

Kuroro left quickly after confirming, and also sneaked into the monitoring room. The knight was already sitting there waiting for him. The picture on the screen was the scene outside the house, and the dark shadow on the outer wall of the house could be vaguely seen.

"This can capture you."

The knight pointed to the screen and asked, "Do you want to delete all the monitoring in this part, so that other monitoring can't capture you."

"Can it be replaced?"

"No. The background data here is very troublesome and can only be deleted."

"Then delete all the videos during this period. The intention to delete only a part is too obvious...By the way, the controller destroys the monitor."

The knight quickly typed on the keyboard with both hands, and took the time to give Kuroro an OK gesture. The black-haired boy lowered his eyes and thought: "She went out with Sirio who is in charge of the eighth district today. Did you notice anything in the middle of the meeting..."

The knight laughed innocently: "Do you need someone to control him and kill him?"

Kuroro thought about this proposal seriously. Suddenly there was a commotion outside, and the house in the distance where the Morrow family lived was lit up. He glanced at it and said, "It should be discovered, hurry up."

The knight pressed the last button: "Okay, let's go."

They jumped out of the window and landed lightly on the street. Kurolo said: "Sirio is very sorry for his life. He will follow more than three people with read ability when he goes out. Now that the body of Patriarch Moro has been found, he will definitely notify the participants today." Everyone in the meeting, he should have woken up."

"Phew, it's a little troublesome to kill him now." Kuroro said, "I still have other ways, you can find someone to destroy the surveillance."

The knight waved his phone: "Okay..."

He glanced at the current position, with a bright smile on his face, "I will choose the most suitable lucky one."

The two moved separately. Kuroro did not go directly to Sirio's residence, but waited at the edge of the block. If Sirio knew something, he would definitely go to the tenth district to find her as soon as possible.

More than ten minutes later, Sirio really appeared, with a slightly gloomy face, followed by three capable mind-power users.

Kuroro tilted his head, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and walked out.

……

You wake up at noon the next day, your head is groggy, and when you walk into the bathroom, you suddenly froze, things are thrown in a mess, and the blood-stained clothes are still piled on the sink.

gosh...

You pressed your forehead helplessly.

This body should never have drunk alcohol. Yesterday you drank so much in one breath, it is inevitable that you will get drunk.

After simply tidying up the bathroom, you took a hasty shower.

Her wet hair hung down her shoulders.

Today's Meteor Street is also cloudy, with dark gray clouds blocking the sun, and the cool wind from the window seeping into the room, your chaotic thoughts are finally cleared up, and you remember what you did last night.

The head of the Morrow family who sought cooperation died tragically on Meteor Street.

It stands to reason that the reaction from Meteor Street will not be small, but there is only a notification message in your mobile phone in the early morning.It is very strange that no one has come to the door until now.

You walked out holding your phone, frowning in confusion, just in time to see the knight poking in from outside, and noticed your movement: "Don't worry, Kuroro is going to deal with this matter."

Eh?You froze for a moment.

Before you ask the knight how he knows this, the door is suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the dark hair appears in your sight.

Accompanied by the bright sky outside, the delicate-looking young man walked in slowly from the door, as if his whole body was reflecting the light.

The shadow at his feet lengthened and shortened continuously with his steps. When he noticed your gaze, he turned his head suspiciously.

You vaguely remember that he sent you back to the room yesterday, but you can't remember the specific situation clearly. You put away your phone, stared at the shadow under his eyes, and wanted to ask about the situation, but the opening was another sentence.

"Are you sleepy, do you want to sleep?"

Kuroro looked slightly stunned, you pointed to his new dark circles under the eyes, he tilted his head, blinked his eyes, and smiled unhurriedly.

"Well, just a little bit. It doesn't matter."