[Comprehensive] Judging people by their appearance

When the pointer slid towards three o'clock in the dark night, in a third-floor apartment in the old city, a cyan light illuminated a small piece of dark night sky through the window.

Faint crashing sounds spread in the night.

There was a car parked downstairs, and Seri Awashima was leaning on the side of the car thoughtfully to think about the problem, and suddenly noticed an energy fluctuation that could not be ignored from a high place. Familiarity, it is precisely because of familiarity that I was so surprised when I noticed the room chief's unusual aura.

When was the last time the head of the room exploded with such aura?It's been a long time. It probably goes back to the death of the former Red King five years ago. Although judging by Awashima's character, he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. The head of the office does not seem to be a person who will stick to those things, and he has traveled five years to the present , It is also a proof of the strength of the head of the room.

So why this time?

Before Awashima could figure out the question in his mind, the balcony on the third floor exploded suddenly, and the sound of shattering resounded through the night sky. A black shadow fell from the explosion to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust that disturbed the sight.

The icy blue color descended from the sky like a dense spider web and tightly strangled the black figure. Awashima could hear the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh from about five meters away.

The dust and mist dissipated, no matter how calm Awashima was, he couldn't help being stunned.

"Fushim?!"

Didn't they come to investigate the previous scuffle incident of supernatural beings?

Because Fushimi asked for leave suddenly, the previous incident of sabotage by suspected supernatural beings was put on hold for the time being, or was it that the head of the office was just false when he said that he came to investigate at the beginning?

Awashima looked up at the balcony on the third floor as if aware of it. In the darkness that was blown into ruins, the dark clouds covering the moon in the sky gradually dissipated, and the cold moonlight illuminated the messy fighting scene clearly and thoroughly.

Reiji Munakata, who was dressed in a green uniform, had drawn his sealed saber. The moment he walked out of the darkness, he inserted the sharp sword back into its scabbard. Graceful as an artist's fingers, he drew out the glasses hanging in his pocket. The sword is as sharp as the substance.

Reiji Munakata put on his glasses calmly, stretched out his middle finger and pushed them lightly, his sculpture-like cold and deep face under the moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of immobile ice.

For the first time since five years ago, Awashima had seen such a room chief.

So how did Fushimi offend the room chief?

Awashima frowned and stood there quietly.

"Leaving my post without authorization and using the r4 system for private use, it seems that I am still too lax in my management of my subordinates."

Munakata jumped down from the third floor. The fight just now made Munakata's hair slightly disheveled. He was admonishing his subordinates as usual, but the difference was that he replaced words with rather fierce actions.

As if pointing straight at the sky like a sword, he was bright and upright, but only he knew that he almost couldn't hold back and killed Fushimi.

He was in a mess, although he was not fatal, but Fushimi's shirt was stained red with blood from countless wounds, large and small, and his glasses had been shattered and left somewhere in the ruins. Under the blue-gray hair, there was a little bit of annoyance. The invisible eyes are full of joy and evil.

"The head of the room really knows how to make excuses. He obviously wants to send me to hell. Hey, is it the kindness of King Qing?"

Fushimi sneered, and his treacherous tone sounded like a lunatic: "How does it feel to be defiled by me, the treasure that the head of the office has tried so hard to protect? It was originally my treasure, and I was just fulfilling my rights in advance. In fact That already belongs to me, so why don't you give it back to me, the head of the department... Ugh!"

Munakata suddenly kicked Fushimi fiercely into the ruins, and the rapid impact shook half of the building.

Awashima was stunned: "Director..."

"I can't die." Munakata swept across the cloud of dust and mist indifferently, and after a moment of silence, he told Awashima: "Go and ask a female doctor to come over, remember to keep it secret."

Awashima is very smart, he listened to Munakata's instructions, plus Fushimi's informative words before, it is not difficult to deduce something, but the result of this deduction is too immoral.

Awashima's character is not a virgin, and occasionally he will use unscrupulous means for his goals. Perhaps Munakata invited Awashima to join r4, and this is also part of the reason.

However, such Awashima, after watching the director enter the apartment, walked to the ruins, and sighed in a delicate tone: "You are really perverted, Fushimi."

The warm water flowed across those ambiguous traces, no matter whether it was warm water or cold water, those traces that should be there did not disappear at all.

The skin is already immature, and it takes a long time to get rid of a mark with a light pinch, but the man's kiss full of lust, bright red marks bloom on the fair skin.

Anyone who knows a little bit knows what kind of encroachment Chiba has suffered.

"What is like?"

Qianye murmured, depicting herself in the mirror, no matter how high the collar was, it couldn't completely cover the marks on her neck.

Qianye blushed in shock and looked away, as if seeing the traces of occupation on her body, the abnormal expression of Uncle Fushimi last night flashed in her mind.

Gui Yanye kissed Qianye, saying that he kissed because he liked it.

Uncle Fushimi did such a strange and scary thing to Chiba, and he also said that he bullied Chiba like that because he liked it.

However, the attitudes of the two towards Chiba are different.

The girl's eyes were red, and there was a circle of faint red marks under her eyes. Her dark pupils were staring at her, and she suddenly pulled a bath towel from the hanger and quickly wrapped it around her body, her gaze turned to the right: "Is it Mr. Yushao?"

The beige curtain in the bathroom was slowly opened by a slender hand, the purple streamer flickered, and the beautiful man with the sword appeared in front of Qianye with a smile on his face. Mark of.

"How did Qianye find me? It's obvious that I've only just arrived."

Chiba lowered her eyes and did not answer Yushao Shenzi's question.

The girl's complexion was extremely pale, and the only bright colors were her long black hair, her misty eyes, and her bitten red lips.

She was only wrapped in a thin bath towel, and the girl's newly developed green curves were vividly displayed.

Yushao Shenzi probably understands why that man can't bear it so much. Sometimes, it's not mature sex that is more exciting.

If it wasn't for those two people fighting outside because of Qianye, Yu Shao probably wouldn't be able to find a chance to meet Qianye.

"Yesterday's agreement, you forgot."

Yushao Shenzi turned around and sat on the sink, smiling gracefully: "Qianye doesn't seem to be interested in the person who is looking for you? It's a pity that Liu just captured a prisoner, and I wanted to share this with you. secret."

Yushao Shenzi held Qianye's hand like a knight, her amethyst-like pupils were gentle and shining, and her feminine tone was soft and tender: "Does Qianye know what this secret is?"

The hand that held the sword all the year round, the thin calluses on the fingertips made Chiba instantly think of another person, very sensitive to being suddenly touched by Yushao Shenzi, Chiba took a step back reflexively, and lifted his hand from Yusho Shenzi Withdrawing his hand, he looked at him blankly: "I'm not very clear about Mr. Yushao's question, maybe I can ask that prisoner?"

No flaws, no traces.

However, Yushao Shenzi's smile became deeper and deeper, and the beige curtain suddenly rose in front of Qianye's eyes, and then fell again, and there was no trace of Yushao Shenzi in that place.

A few seconds later, there was a light but regular knock on the door behind him.

"Chiba."

With this too calm call, Qianye was so frightened that even the color of her lips turned pale.

It's my brother's voice...