I must make the thief who stole my abilities look good! [Comprehensive]

Blanche's sweet smile, so sweet that she has hardly seen it a few times, is the most powerful irony.

At this moment, Kuroro felt a strange emotion that he had never felt before, and an extremely strong murderous urge.

If his hand moved a little now, the next action would probably be to break Blanche's neck, right?

Kuroro stared at her expressionlessly, as if he wanted to find a reason not to kill her now.

There was a long, almost tortured silence.

But he suddenly calmed down amidst the strong tide of emotion.

Crowley sat up.

He looked down at Blanche, like a godfather with deep outlines in an old film film, with a taste of redemption that didn't match him, and the corners of his lips curled into a curve that seemed like nothing.

"You're pissing me off." Kurolo said, repeating as if affirming himself, "You're pissing me off."

His hand brushed her cheek gently, with the tenderness of lovers' lingering love, he leaned down and said in a breathy voice: "Does this level of revenge satisfy you?"

The warm air sprayed on her ears, causing Blanche to shudder uncontrollably physically, and her short-lived pleasure of revenge was easily deprived by Chrollo.

Kuroro smiled and said, "Can you feel the road signs? But you are here, can you activate your ability?"

The man paused slightly.

"Ok?"

the answer is negative.

There is no door other than the elevator door and the bathroom is only separated by a curtain.The elevator doors can only be opened by specific people, and Blanche's data has not been entered into it.Even if the elevator door is open, she can't activate the ability, because of the special wall brick, she can't touch the wall.

Blanche realizes she can't get out.

I'm afraid I don't change my desire to escape for a day... No, even if I no longer want to escape, it will be difficult to get out.

Because the trust is gone.

This is an extremely luxurious thing for both of them, and once it is lost, it will be difficult to cultivate it again.

Just like Kuroro no longer believed that Blanche would not escape, Blanche's body also remembered the pain. After being healed by the power of mind, even a scar on the milky white skin did not remain, but when Kuroro When reaching out to her, Blanche shrank reflexively.

After this cognition became clear in Kuroro's mind, it made him even more unhappy.

Kuroro left the basement.

The wide space suddenly returns to the original tranquility.

In the huge room, on the Kingsize bed, Blanche is imprisoned in a secret room like a lifeless puppet.

Tick, tick.

The faucet was not completely closed, and one or two drops of water dripped from time to time.

It is extremely quiet here, so the sound of water droplets is so clear.Blanche's nerves are extremely sensitive now, and she even thinks that this sound will disturb her sleep.

Blanche got up to close.

However, the chains in the movements inevitably rub against each other, making a unique metallic sound, like a snake, slithering around the body, leaving a cold and sticky touch.

very noisy.

Blanche endured the sound and hurried to turn off the tap.At this time, she was already very close to the wall. Looking at the dingy wall, Blanche couldn't help thinking, what would happen if she accidentally touched it?

The more things that are not allowed to be done or cannot be done, they seem to have some kind of seductive attraction and pleasure of violating taboos.

Her hand slowly touched the wall——

Just hearing the click of the chain lock, the chain was stretched to the longest, and her hand was still about one meter away from the wall.

I can't touch it even if I want to.

She tried a few more times, and the chain made a rattling sound, but it could not be broken or stretched. Blanche couldn't touch the wall, but her wrist was worn out again.

But she didn't seem to feel the pain, and repeatedly pulled the chain that was impossible to break. The louder the sound of the chain, the more angry Blanche was!

"Let me go, let me go! Let me go!!!"

No one responded.

The desperation that no one responded made Blanche even more ashamed and angry.

The girl shouted in the empty room, and her voice became hoarse after a while, but she was like a robot with a fixed program, only repeating and repeating.I don't know how many hours have passed, or dozens of hours, or even a few days. In a room without a clock, even the passage of time is no longer obvious, and people only feel the dryness of life.

When Kuroro faced Blanche again, she was still tugging on the chain. The long tugging made her wrists bloody and bloody, and some parts were even worn down to the point where the bones could be seen, while her mouth opened and closed. , the sound has been completely unable to come out.

Kuroro has been watching her in the surveillance.

The basement was empty, as was the upstairs. Before he came, everyone in the mansion was slaughtered except for a cleaner who cleaned it.

The cleaner who cleans is dumb and illiterate, can't speak, can't read and write, and is very quiet.

Except for the slight hum of the machine, there was no sound in the monitoring room.

Cold light shone on Kuroro's face, and he stared at the girl's actions expressionlessly, while her gradually hoarse shouts were heard by his ears, until he was completely silent.

His wraps were tightly attached to his body, as if they would explode in the next second.

The man squeezed the empty beer can into the size of a one-dollar coin and shot through the skull of someone who was pretending to be dead on the ground. A drop of blood splashed on his leather shoes. Kuroro walked over the corpse and walked to the basement.

He saw Blanche lose all anger.

It should be said that before the monitoring, he saw her vitality drain little by little, and it was the same when he was haunted by the thoughts of the dead, but this time it was caused by himself.

Kuroro couldn't say how he felt right now.

At this time, what should be the feeling?

It's a feeling that I don't want to experience.

He walked up to the girl, carried her back to the bed, and when he touched her skin, the girl trembled uncontrollably. He suppressed her weak reaction, kissed her forehead, and gradually calmed down her trembling.

Kuroro once again used his ability to heal Blanche's injuries, including her throat.

She still looks like an exquisite doll, her skin is pale with a sense of transparency, and there are no scars on it, except for the one on the abdomen that Kazuki Nazuka once left her.

It is a scar that will remain forever even if the trace is lost.

Kuroro asked her again: "Why did you run away?"

"..."

Blanche was silent, and even stopped looking at him.

Blanche couldn't tell what she was feeling right now.

She felt very painful.

This is not the first time she has been imprisoned, she was also in pain last time, but the two pains are completely incomparable.

Blanche felt torn in two.

Half in the extremely cold snow, half in the scorching hell.

She felt a brief peace in his fleeting tenderness.

She loathed the peace at the same time.

Kuroro couldn't figure out why, he felt that if he stayed here again, he would definitely kill Blanche by mistake, so he went up again.

Blanche was lying on the bed, not knowing whether she was asleep or awake.

They seem to be conducting some kind of patience test, and they seem to be playing a game of who will say "lose" first. The two parties in the tug-of-war each hold one end of the rope, and neither is willing to let go or give up first.

Blanche didn't even know how long she'd been here.

She felt that it had been so long that her hands and feet had grown together with the chain.

She didn't know why, but she began to recall for a long time the time when she was haunted by the thoughts of the dead. At that time, her consciousness gradually moved away from herself, and she gradually fell into a deep sleep and never woke up again.Blanche was even thinking, why did she have to stop thinking at that time, wouldn't it be good to just sleep to death like this?

Then she gradually remembered what happened when she was imprisoned by Kazuki Nazuka when she was 15 years old and just left the village.

But that memory became so weak that she almost couldn't remember Mingzuka's face, even when he died, he was replaced by that black-haired man.

Yes, it is Kuroro who is giving her this shame now.

The girl's blue eyes opened, as clear and translucent as they were at first.

Kuroro appeared in front of her again, and Blanche looked at him with a clear mind, a clear attitude, and an unusually standard pronunciation.

"Kill me," she said.

"... What did you say?" The male voice, as cold as the west wind, was suppressed.

"Kill me," Blanche repeated.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, her neck was strangled, but the man's hand didn't shrink inward, his hand was very steady, but Blanche felt his trembling for some reason.

The girl calmly said almost cruelly: "I have been afraid of this world since I was 15 years old. What's the problem if I want to leave this world? The world over there is much safer, at least it doesn't have you."

"Why do I have to suffer from this? Do you have any reason to imprison me? Just because you want to? I'm not your toy." The girl who was not good at speaking was not aggressive, but simply stated, "I have no blood relatives, no friends, I don’t know what love is, and I don’t even know if I have the emotions that human beings should have. Since I have nothing, then what’s the problem if I disappear from this world?”

Her question is simple and complex, as if she was asking what child is 11 equal to. This is not only a simple question, but it is also an extremely difficult question in Goldbach's conjecture.

Kuroro felt that it was Blanche who was choking the other party's neck now.

As soon as her voice fell, Kuroro even had an impulse to ask, "What about me?"

But he found the answer from her unusually clear eyes.

—He was already a perpetrator.

Like Kazuki Nazuka who left an indelible scar on her abdomen, she is only eligible to fall into hell.

The clear blue eyes blinked, and the tears could no longer hold them and slipped from their sockets.

"Kill me," she said.

Except for the "12-year-old" Blanche, this was the first time Kuroro saw Blanche cry.

She never shed tears, as if, as she said, she didn't know what love was, so she basically didn't have violent emotional fluctuations.

He felt himself in a moving maze, walking into an endless dead end.

Kuroro stared at her with dark eyes, and the hand that loosened her neck turned into a hand knife, poured his thoughts, and fell down suddenly——!

Blanche could hide, but didn't.

She just said, "Kill me."

The hand knife pierced through the skin and muscles, and even passed through the ribs. Just as she was about to easily take out her heart, the man's hand paused, almost out of consciousness, and pulled back.

Blood splashed to the cheeks of the two and flowed down the tear line.

The dark-haired man let her go, took out the key, and uncuffed her.

Then he took the girl up the elevator.

It was daytime outside at this time, and the sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains. Because the light and shade were too clear, you could see the texture of beams of sunlight.

Kuroro didn't say a word, but let go of Blanche's hand, and he walked towards the main entrance first.

He himself didn't understand why he had to give up, it was just his intuition that it was time for him to let go.

Blanche watched his back.

His back was full of forbearance, as if he was saying, let's go, don't let me find you again.

Her hand touched the door of the room, and she activated her ability. Under the perception of Nian, her consciousness seemed to pass through countless walls, and found a distant landmark like a spark of fire.Blanche thought about it, and stepped over. The moment she stepped through the fog with one foot, she saw a white figure rushing towards her.

Wearing a loose white robe and walking full of flowers, the magician stood in front of her smiling, whether it was a real person or a projection.

He patted her head and said, "I messed myself up again."

"Isn't it too arbitrary to deny everything you have now just because of the injuries you have suffered?" The silver-haired magician exuded a bit of frivolity, but his words were different from his appearance, as if a man who was always standing on the sidelines. Outside, a wise man with clear and far-reaching vision.

"It's true that you have no blood relatives, no friends, and you don't even know if you have human emotions. I don't understand human emotions, but I can feel them."

"..."

"What about you now, do you really not have one?...Maybe they have already been in your hands."

Like a hallucination, the white figure quickly faded and disappeared into the sunlight.

Blanche opened her eyes suddenly, and found that she was lying at the door, and she seemed to have passed out just now.

The blood on the chest was still there, but the hole was gone.

Blanche felt that the whole person was in a trance, unable to distinguish what was real and what was fake.

But she suddenly realized something.

...Why didn't she notice it before Merlin pointed it out?

The hole in my heart has already been filled.

……

Kuroro walked out of the main entrance of the mansion. The noon sun was very bright, but it was too bright, which made his eyes hurt a little.

Just five days, as long as a century.

The blood on his hands had dried up, but the touch seemed to remain.

He didn't want to let go, but his body had already made the choice for him.

Kuroro felt that the person with the big hole in his chest was himself.

He slowly walked out of the garden in the vestibule. The evergreen plants were verdant and lush, neatly trimmed by the gardener.

Kuroro received a call from the knight, and said, "Head, you are the one who said you want to borrow your ability, but you are the one who can't get through the phone call, and Blanche doesn't answer the phone call. What are you two doing?"

"Ah, I'm going back to Meteor Street." Kuroro said casually, "You're at the base..."

Suddenly Kuroro felt a warmth behind his back.

His words stop here.

A small hand grabbed his shirt and leaned his head against his back.

With a warm, familiar breath...

So capricious and capricious.

Chrollo froze.

The sunshine in winter is clear and clean, far away, but with a touch of irresistible temperature.

When two empty hearts overlap, they are no longer empty.

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