【Most King】Looking Back at Troubled Spring

Ignoring my wry smile, Wang Majun sat back in his chair a little discouraged.If it was normal, he might kick the ground angrily, but now that he is injured, he doesn't have that kind of leisure and strength.This may be the first time I see Wang Majun who no longer opens his mouth to defend himself, or maybe this is his so-called truth?

He was silent for a long, long time, and closed his slightly opened mouth several times.But in the end, it seemed that he had finally made up his mind, and a calm whisper came into my ears.

"...In order to prevent the most original sauce from misunderstanding, let me tell you in advance that this is a story to lie to you, don't tell others."

The words surpassed my imagination, and with slightly opened eyes, I saw Wang Majun casually leaning against the back of the chair. The setting sun was in front of me by the window, and the glare was reflected in the squinting eyes.

***

As a result of the negotiation, in view of the active cooperation in solving the case afterwards, the museum did not pursue Wang Majun's act of actually stealing the Snake Habitat Moonlight Lake, and the police did not pursue the issue of fakes in the Yanchuan Art Museum.However, as a necessary part of the interrogation, Director Yanchuan, Mr. Charles, and Wang Majun all had to go to the police station to record their statements.

Now that the gem has been shattered, how does Wang Majun plan to get away with it?No, if it was his secret organization, maybe the compensation could be paid? ...Let's leave this problem to him to solve by himself.

"So, what's the matter with Mo Yuan-chan calling me out?"

Before leaving the art museum, I stopped Wang Majun and wanted to have a private talk with him.

Then go to a more private place, Wang Majun said so and took me to the treasure exhibition hall on the fourth floor.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the dusk that is close to night, no matter from which point of view, it is not a word of privacy.

However, it is probably the most in line with Wang Majun's style.

"..."

There is only one reason why I called Wang Majun out alone.

Now that the handcuffs have been removed, there is no longer anything that restricts the actions between me and him.Minding the ring still on my left hand, I raised my head seriously.

"Oma-kun, please tell me how to remove the curse. 』

The words that came out of my mouth were still completely contrary to what I thought in my heart, and the fact that I reconfirmed this fact made me feel a sense of loss.

I unbuttoned the neckline, and gently took off the small loudspeaker patch provided by Wang Majun that was attached to the throat, which I was not very comfortable with.

The almost transparent outer material makes it difficult to be found by the naked eye, and it can be said to be perfect as a "lie" prop.

Looking at my actions, he seemed to remember it, and Wang Majun reached out and took off a similar patch from the brim of the hat, and then handed the hat over.

"Hehehe, it turns out that Zui Yuan and I are a great pair of partners! I almost want to recruit Zui Yuan into my organization, ah, this is not a lie, huh?"

I took the hat with some old material, trimmed the raw edge and put it on again.The familiar field of vision was partially blocked again, just in line with the sunny and rainy mood at this time.

I couldn't express that reasoning in front of everyone without being able to express what I was thinking, but at that time, the incident had to be resolved there.As a result of my thinking, I accepted Wang Majun's somewhat whimsical proposal:

——In this case, I will be the voice of Ben Mohara-chan, as long as Mohara-chan cooperates with me to perform.

Although I wrote a note similar to the order of speaking and logical relationship in advance for Wang Majun's reference, it is really amazing to be able to do it so seamlessly.How thoroughly does Wang Majun see me?Or is this just a very simple episode in his dealings with others?

"Oh—fortunately, there is a camera in that room. I struggled with where I should stand so that Athena could dub me well. Even if I were the president of evil, it would still be too much for one person and two battles on that occasion~ So I say the most Yuan Jiang, what was the answer to the question just now?"

Jumping in front of me with light steps, Wang Majun raised one eyebrow as if looking forward to my answer.

...Obviously, whatever you say now will be ironic.

"Well, I also really want to work for you under Wang Majun's hands. ... But now I am more concerned about whether I can maintain this curse for the rest of my life."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The man in front of me has nothing to do with the fact that there is glass a few meters behind me, and he always moves forward like no one else.

"The way to break the curse is actually very simple. As I said before, all you need to do is hand over the ring."

But I, as the party seeking, had no choice but to be forced back step by step by him at this moment.

"With such a simple and clear reason, I am willing to hand over the ring to you."

Cold sweat ran down his cheeks, his brows became more and more furrowed, but the smile did not change.

"Well—as long as there is a reason that can convince Mo Yuan-chan, do you mean that? But in fact, Mo Yuan-chan should be very clear about the answer to this question."

"Eh?"

He means…….

"In fact, compared with the ring on Mo Yuanchan's hand, there is another ring that is exactly the same, which is the so-called pair ring?"

Wang Majun who stopped walking raised the backs of both hands and moved one of the fingers as if to stimulate my memory.

"……Could it be that!"

The déjà vu that ran through my mind when I saw the ring for the first time finally had an answer, yes, it was exactly the same as the ring worn by Wang Majun at the ball before...!

Seeing me who finally realized it suddenly, he sighed very deliberately.

"The two rings are now one in my hand and the other in Yuanjiang's hand, but they should have belonged to the same person. And I must have been the master for a lot longer than Yuanjiang, so the ring So he judged that the most original sauce was the disqualified party, and cast this inexplicable curse on his own to make you troubled."

Although the tone was not joking, the words were not much more reliable than just now... But at the same time, there was no evidence to prove that this was Wang Majun's lie.

If you waver, you will be deceived, if you have compassion, you will go deep into the mud, and overly cautious thoughts will restrict your actions and make it impossible to move forward.

But is this kind of one-sided idea no different from pure prejudice if you think about it the other way around?If you choose not to believe because you are afraid of being betrayed, I am afraid there will be nothing to believe in this world anymore.

Now, perhaps, is the time to make up your mind.

"...Wang Majun, I won't give you a ring."

I moved my index finger, which was stuck a little tight, and slowly slid the ring out of my fingertip.

Wang Majun, who was glimpsed from the ring for a moment, seemed to be surprised, but when he looked up again, he had returned to his usual smile.The right hand holding the ring stretched out to him, Wang Majun picked it up deftly and put it on the index finger of his left hand.

"Thank you, most original sauce! Then..."

I took his hand.

"Wait, Wang Ma-jun, I have something to tell you. That's why I asked you how to lift the curse."

The feeling of being able to say what I want is better than I imagined, so that the speaking speed and expression may be more excited than usual.

"Ah, now that the case is settled, what else does Mo Yuan-chan want to tell me?"

"No, it's not resolved."

"..."

Hearing my words, Wang Majun half-closed his eyes and asked questions with the corners of his mouth smoothed out.

"Does Moyuan-chan want to say that I missed something to say?"

"Do not……"

Presumably, from now on is my first step as a detective to prepare to understand the person "Omma Kokichi".

"Mr. Wang Ma has something else to hide from me. It's about this incident."

"..."

No matter what face he puts on, what words he utters, I will meet those eyes that test me before all the truth is revealed.

"When we came out of the basement floor, we met the guard who claimed to be looking for us. Presumably he was not the only one. A dozen other people on various floors knew that the gem was in our hands. But it was very strange. Isn’t it strange? Director Shiokawa and Mr. Charles don’t know that the real body of the phantom thief DICE is Wang Majun, so how could they send someone to find you to retrieve the gem?”

Those people were neither from inside the art museum nor thieves from other places without a reason, so there is only one possibility that can be thought of.

In order not to escape any expression, I looked into his eyes more carefully, earnestly, and scrutinizing.

"Wang Ma-kun, did you really come to this museum just by chance of 'DICE'?"

Behind the whole thing, is there a more specific and important purpose that I don't know...

"Hey, the most original sauce."

Without warning, Wang Majun pushed me hard.

The body that failed to grasp the center of gravity staggered and hit the glass behind him, and it only took a moment to make such an ugly cry.

"The thing I just said about working under my subordinates is still revoked, it doesn't count~"

Without giving me any chance to regain my footing, Wang Majun, who immediately came to me, grabbed my shoulder and pressed down hard.

"!?"

The shock was more powerful than the pain, and the friction between the bones and the glass and the ground left only a groan.Without waiting for the body to adapt to this unfair treatment, an even more unreasonable weight was forcibly pressed from above.

The cheeks were gently cupped, and the tightly closed eyes opened suddenly. The pupils under the eyelids that seemed to be stretched to the point of cramping were gradually dilated. The distance between me and Wang Majun may not be described in centimeters.

"The most original sauce knows too much, it seems that I have to kill you."

A flash of light out of the corner of his eye was the last definite thing to stay in sight, what the hell was going on for a moment, a mind full of thoughts sneaking into the strike period.

The soft touch that has never been experienced before, and the warm breath came to the nearest in one breath.The moment I realized that Oma-kun put his lips together, I hurriedly wanted to back away.However, there was no retreat from behind, and the hands on my cheeks even refused my cold escape.

Why……?Why did it become like this...? !

As if not satisfied with the contact of lips and teeth, the more dexterous tip of the tongue pried open the solid defense and gently penetrated in.But that wasn't searching, it was plundering. I ignored my will as if I was going to suffocate instantly, and I had to raise my head to find the entrance of oxygen.A painful groan came from the half-empty throat, but the hands that were tightly wrapped around the face were lifted up persistently, and something sweet that was pregnant took the opportunity to roll down.The temperature, the heat, the blurred vision under the hypoxic brain, and even the consciousness that can think is gradually going away...

"...Haha, haha."

When he realized that his head was thrown back violently, instead of paying attention to the pain all over his body, his weak body naturally fell to the floor.

"...cough,...cough...!!"

The retching saliva was accompanied by silent groans, and the coldness of the ground against the hot face made people feel even more uncomfortable.I struggled to raise my gaze, my eyes blurred by reflexive tears.

"Why……?"

Wang Majun, who was half kneeling in front of me, didn't answer, and I couldn't even see if he was looking at me.

Only the swept remains remained in the mouth, and the sweet taste only further urged the desire to vomit.

......

Sweet, sweet?

……Could it be that? !

The effort to prop up the body and move the arms was paralyzed before reaching the central nervous system of the brain.Miserably falling back to the sticky pool of sweat and tears, even the pain has been separated from this body and become the law of physics beyond the white mist.

Why……

"Wang Ma, Jun..."

"..."

In the gradually darkened vision, Wang Majun seemed to be looking at me.

"..."

The lips moved without making a sound, and the powerless brain couldn't analyze it.

The thick eyelids just blindly sink and sink, and it is hard to tell whether it is a cold or hot world——

My mind is disconnected here.

***

"..."

After confirming that Minahara did not move, the half-kneeling Ouma got up from the ground.

He took a long breath and let it out slowly for a smooth breath. The touch left in his throat didn't seem to be so easy to dissipate.Some tired eyes glanced out of the window, the familiar sunset outside the window did not know when it turned to dark blue, and the clock in the distance showed the time of 6:55 pm.

"Well, although this scenery itself is a "lie". "

The line of sight naturally swept to him who was lying on his side on the floor, his habitual frown had not shown any sign of relief until now, his face covered in cold sweat looked paler, and only the fairly even body ups and downs showed that his vital signs were intact .

"...Someone will find out later."

After only a short while, Ouma casually spat out the dentures that had been filled with sleeping pills, and walked to the door of the exhibition hall without hesitation and opened the doorknob.

Compared to Ouma himself, those who were ambushing outside were shocked by his overly bold move.

With a big smile at that figure, Ouma's conversation was full of joy.

"It's really hard to work overtime? Take me to your boss, it will be easier for both of you, right?"

Although the man pretending to be a guard was shocked by the development of the situation, he stared suspiciously for a while, then turned around and said "go this way" and led the way.

With his hands behind his head, Ouma followed behind with light steps.Narrowing his eyes while walking, he carefully observed the increasingly empty art gallery.

(The person I will meet next...)

Someone who can lurk in the police brigade without being discovered by anyone, and who came here with the purpose of obtaining gems from the very beginning.

A person who has a certain status, can command and issue orders on the spot, and will not arouse suspicion even if he walks around at will.

A person who predicts his own actions in advance and takes advantage of them.

People who know that DICE exists.

Smart people.

A person with a cold mind.

——A person who can leave a code for himself.

Who could be such a shameless liar?

They stopped at the center of the empty exhibition area on the second floor.

"Ah, are you here?"

Ouma looked around at the scenery beside him, then squinted at the figure in front of him, and frowned.

"I'm very busy, huh? Call your boss out early to solve the problem. Efficient work is good for everyone."

Before they finished speaking, footsteps came from the opposite direction of them, and the incandescent lighting quickly revealed his figure turning the corner.

"Ah...! Wang Majun, I have been looking for you for a long time!"

"?"

Under the familiar short black hair was a young face not much older than Ouma and the others. A police officer named Ryugasaki trotted to Ouma.

"I can't find an excuse not to make a statement...but don't worry, Mr. Wang Majun will not be convicted of any crime. After all, everyone hopes that this matter can be resolved privately."

Reflecting a steady smile, Ouma also raised his face and returned a big smile.

"Thank you, Ryuzaki-chan! Sure enough, you are not boring at all!"

"Huh? Not boring?"

"That's right, after all, I just asked the guards over there to take me to their leader, and now I met Ryuzaki-chan."

The smiling eyes were bent down, revealing undisguised joy and disgust, Wang Ma Xiaoji raised a satisfied tone as if he had harvested a Christmas turkey dinner.

"Isn't this the same as saying that Ryuzaki-chan is the mastermind behind this time?"

The tone cannot be denied.

"Eh?"

Officer Ryuzaki looked up at the guard over there, squinted his eyes carefully and then shook his head.

"He probably isn't in our formation, maybe he's got the wrong person."

Dissatisfied with "Eh-", Ouma raised his fist anxiously.

"But but, Mohara-chan and I also encountered similar things during the day, right? Some guards came to us in the name of Police Officer Ryuzaki to ask for gems!"

"Huh?! Sorry, I don't know much about this..."

"Really? I hate people lying to me the most."

"...It's true."

Blinking in boredom, he let go of his clenched fists and swung them to the sides.

"That's it, then let's treat it like this~ hehehe."

Grinning the corners of his mouth and stepping back step by step, Ouma kept staring at Police Officer Ryuzaki and refused to let go, and the pressing questions on his mouth did not stop.

"Speaking of which, I actually came here for a date today, but the other party was rather shy and refused to tell me the specific time and place for a long time."

The cheerful tone spoke words that were too inconsistent with the status quo, and only his voice continued to echo in the huge exhibition hall.

"Dating?"

"Yeah! But I didn't urge you too much, I'm a gentleman after all. Ah, speaking of the notice letter of the Phantom Thief, even though I haven't read it carefully myself,"

With the thumbs and index fingers of both hands posing for a photo, Ouma, who squinted his left eye, peeked out from there.

"There seems to be some information on the back of a blank card, which is written with a transparent pen that can only be seen under ultraviolet light-"Exhibition Hall on the second floor at [-]:[-] tonight."

"! Are you telling the truth, Mr. Wang Ma!"

"Well, it's true! It was probably written after it was taken away by the police. Using someone else's property to convey a message can not only hide yourself but also blame others, it's so despicable!"

"So that's the case, then I'll check that card right away—"

"Hey—do you still pretend to be garlic at this point?"

The back footsteps came to a sudden stop, and Ouma pursed his mouth unhappily and held out his index finger.

"Then I have no choice but to throw out the biggest evidence!"

In the face of this, which is more like a child playing with his temper, Officer Ryuzaki seems to be confused from the bottom of his heart.

"Wang, Wang Majun, I really don't know what you are talking about..."

"Hey, Ryuzaki-chan!"

The sudden roar dominated the entire space, and Ouma, who had the right to speak, stood up straight, staring at him like a grand commander somewhere.

"I didn't plan to come with Mohara-chan at first, huh? Rather, the original plan was to pretend to be a guard and sneak into that room, and then take the opportunity to perform the trick of the phantom thief DICE. But this morning, Ryuzaki-chan The moment I saw my stand-in in the art gallery, I accepted her without saying a word, which is strange when you think about it? If I didn’t know I was coming from the beginning.”

"..."

"Then the answer is simple."

Like a conductor, he raised his index finger and grinned upwards.

"Ryuzaki-chan is my date today, no, the trade partner, right?...Mr. Assassin from "Sacred Relief Society"."

"..."

When that name was mentioned, Police Officer Ryuzaki's eyebrows raised unconsciously, and his flexible eyes looked at the corners of the surrounding walls.

"Ah, don't worry about the danger of information leakage? I found out all these information myself. Chunchuan-chan didn't cooperate with me at all. It's better to say that she has no choice but to protect Momota-chan. After all, it's an insignificant end. How could an assassin disrupt an important deal for an organization."

"..."

There was a lot of malice in those smiling eyes, just looking at each other seemed to urge disgust from the bottom of my heart.

"Or do we have to match the slogan? What is that called, the 'halo effect'? Even if you talk to Mo Yuanchan about something, it's obviously meaningless—"

After staring at each other for a while, Ryuzaki finally opened his mouth.

"Since you know all about it, you even acted with me for a day, isn't it fun?"

"Yeah, it's super fun! Especially the part where you pretend to be gentle and take care of me, it's disgustingly rotten! Ah-ah, if Ryuzaki-chan doesn't break the rules, I don't want to end our relationship so early relationship."

If this date was compared to a game, Ouma and Ryuzaki would each be players.Even if they were involved in the inexplicable storm of strange thieves, they only need to complete the originally planned transaction under the water.

"Although I changed a lot of battle plans temporarily because of some phantom thieves, but I am very committed to the transaction, huh? Obviously, as long as I wait for the agreed transaction time, I will not play any tricks and keep the gems as they are. Leave it to you, the so-called one-hand payment and one-hand delivery? But Ryuzaki-chan’s goal seems to be more than just gems, or your goal from the beginning—”

There was no smile in the eyeballs that circled around.

"—Including my life?"

"..."

As for the fuse of the war, perhaps it was their secret that Ouma had mastered at that time.

It is proof that a unilateral guarantee has never been trusted.

(Well, for me, it's more boring this way)

Up to now, Ryuzaki finds this easy-going attitude a little funny.

"President of DICE, have you ever thought that the result of making so many enemies and being distrusted is all caused by your distorted personality and style, and your overly arrogant outlook on life will only lead to humble destruction ah."

Is that sarcasm?threaten?The boy known as the president lowered his head and thought for a while, then stepped back two steps and let out a sigh.

"If you disagree with me, you will kill the other party. Sure enough, the assassination organization is also gone... But you can think about it the other way around? If I don't have the slightest chance of winning, how can I be alone—"

He couldn't finish.

The roaring sound effect split the unfinished words.

"Eh?"

What overshadowed the words was a momentary loss of consciousness and the sound of knees hitting the floor when he noticed.

Ouma desperately opened his eyes wide to look at the figure whom he intentionally distanced. About ten meters away, gray-white smoke slowly climbed and circled from his hand, no, the muzzle of the gun.

(No way……)

Ouma lowered his head slowly, the sweat from his forehead trickling down the ends of his hair and splashing between his legs.On the left waist of the white uniform, thick yellow scorched marks tore the unattractive hem fabric, and bright red blood slowly overflowed from the wound exposed to the air.The eye-catching liquid gradually penetrated to the left, right, front and back of the body, and the white uniform was dyed red in a large area within the time of panting.

(just, scrape?)

Subconsciously covering the wound, the belated pain was like a burning fire.

"I won't miss it next time."

Deliberately leaving Ouma with a gunshot wound that allowed him to speak normally for the time being, Ryuzaki's words were unwavering.

"And as you said just now, you're not alone or something. If that refers to your organization, it's better not to have too many expectations."

"!"

Raising his eyes fiercely, Ouma's expression at this time was the most vivid moment compared to just now.

It is the expression of the most tactile prey for an assassin.

"I haven't received any contact since just now, right? The technique of anti-tracking hackers is something that even a small group like us that only knows how to assassinate can do. What's more, you have come to this art gallery on purpose this time." Come near the museum."

"..."

Subconsciously, he reached for the red button on his clothes, but neither the surveillance camera nor the intercom in front of him received any response.

What does that mean?

......

"Hahaha,"

The president of the secret society gave a dry laugh that gradually grew louder, wilder, and finally quite insane.The overly desperate smile caused his forehead to turn blue and purple, and the violent body ups and downs tore at the wound that continued to bleed.

After a while, he seemed to have finally enjoyed laughing, and he lowered his head deeply as if he was a little tired.

"Isn't it your creed to kill with one hit?... Ghosts don't laugh like that."

"...You really are a guy with a twisted personality. How about handing over "The Snake Habitats in the Moonlight Lake" while you still have the strength?"

"..."

Some swaying figures seemed to be reluctant to even kneel on the ground, and their drooping faces could only be seen from a distance in a purple-black blur.Thinking about complaining that he shot too accurately just now, Ryuzaki was finally ready to finish his prey.

"Last Wednesday, Ryuzaki-chan's chubby bodyguard took the day off with a bad stomach because he drank too much beer the night before."

Ryuzaki frowned slightly as he stepped on the left foot he had just raised.

"what are you saying?"

Ignoring his question, the temperatureless voice continued.

"On the 13th of last month, in order to celebrate the birthday of the short-haired maid who has been employed for more than three years, Ryuzaki-chan held a barbecue party in the courtyard of his home. The red-haired clown pushed the performance to the climax, and Ryuzaki-chan's younger sister played So happy."

"you……"

Accurate and unmistakable private life records are mercilessly spoken from Wang Ma's mouth, and the machine-like journal narrative seems to have no end.

"Yesterday at noon, Ryuzaki-chan came to the hamburger restaurant that he liked very much when he was a student for lunch. The always energetic store manager saw that you are too thin and specially added some minced meat. He has been taking care of you for many years like an uncle. The same person...hey, do you still want to hear it?"

"Shut up! What the hell are you trying to say!?"

The unexplained mania gradually crept up between the wrinkled brows, while the prey in front of Ryuzaki's eyes - no matter how he looked at it, he was already dying, and only the last harvest was left, but he laughed horribly.

"Hee, hee,...hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee."

"what's so funny!?"

He is the one who is obviously driven to a desperate situation no matter how he thinks.

"Well, did Ryuzaki-chan have a big misunderstanding of me?"

The right hand, which was powerlessly hanging by the side, clenched its fist quietly, trembling, pulled a certain distance, and then slammed it hard to the floor.Water stains splashed in front of my eyes, and I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or blood foam.

"I'm the leader of an evil secret organization! It wouldn't be interesting if I didn't turn over the whole game at the end, after all, my character is very twisted?! Hahaha, hahahahahahaha...!"

I don't know if it was shivering or shaking with excitement, like a broken puppet, Ouma supported the floor and moved all the parts and joints of his body little by little, and stood up stiffly with extremely strange mechanical movements.The wound on the left side of the abdomen was still dripping with blood, along the clothes, along the hands, and a pool of blood dripped on the edge of the shoe.

The coldness from the fingertips intermingled with the heat of the liquid flowing through, he seemed to fall down at any moment, but only the bright red lips were still chattering.

"...What I'm going to say next must be very shocking to Ryuzaki-chan, right? Whether it's the bosom bodyguard you bring with you all the year round, or that cute maid who does her best for you, or The honest and good old shopkeeper who always treats people with a smile...that sleazy junior, the cleaner who always talks nonsense, the cashier with a cold face...everyone, everything, everything, everything, everything......"

The whites of the eyes with bulging veins can be seen from the messy broken hair, the sharply shrinking pupils are shaking violently, and the outstretched right hand of the evil president is twisted into the shape of a claw.

"All the people you once believed in are all my subordinates. They are the spies who sneaked into your life for this moment so many years ago. They have no interest in you from the beginning."

Contrary to the corners of his mouth that were almost torn apart, there was only a colder indifference than absolute zero in his words.

Happiness, loss, likes, dislikes, closeness, boredom, love, hate... There are various emotions in human society, which are extremely normal and naturally manifested in the process of interacting with others .As long as there is still emotion, there is a connection between two people who have nothing to do with each other, and it can even be called a bond.

Therefore, the intense intertwining of love and hate is not the critical point of emotion, and real horror does not mix any redundant emotions.

is nothingness,

is blank,

is lost,

—is indifference.

"..."

Ryuzaki slowly raised the gun, even though he knew he couldn't stop the trembling of his palm and sight.Are those words a lie or the truth?How much of your life can you believe in?I'm afraid I can't judge based on the current words, I don't want to judge, I'm afraid to judge.

The assassin's cruel training made him abandon his family and affection, but it still couldn't seal his heart.

A trembling index finger hit the trigger.

"go to hell."

(Oops……)

The foggy field of vision became more and more dark, and Ouma's will to support himself and not to fall was weakened to the limit.

It seems that what he said just now had the opposite effect, let alone swaying his opponent to take the opportunity to escape, this way he just brought forward his own death date.

(Haha, being killed by a ruthless assassin can be regarded as...in line with the death method of an evil president...)

Under the dangling thread of thinking is Ouma holding the hand at the end of it. The light of the incandescent lamp that can be seen when you look up is even brighter and dazzling like the sun. The hand holding the spider silk subconsciously let go.

(…………)

If so, this is the last word.

While falling, Ouma stretched out his hand towards the light.

(It's such a boring life)

--boom!

"Wang Majun, it's dangerous!"

The falling body was violently knocked away by him beside him.

Body-to-body collision, body-to-floor collision, the half-conscious brain was dragged back to reality by the impact and more intense pain.

Breathing profusely like a fish thrown onto the shore, Ouma's staring eyes only captured the white ceiling inside the museum.The disconnected thinking slowly searched for the lost terminals and interfaces, and the logical track was gradually stimulated and formed along the neural circuit.

(I... got hit by a bullet... no, didn't I get hit?)

The evidence is the fact that it is alive at this very moment.

(…………… I was rescued…?)

The person who was lying on top of him at this moment, the person who rushed over by shouting his name just now, the person who stood up to protect him in a critical moment.

Ouma was thinking this in a daze, but the screaming red alarm suddenly sounded in his mind.

(No, just dodging once is not considered salvation at all...!)

The next moment when he was struggling to get up, he heard the echo of a loudspeaker from behind.

"You are already surrounded! Put down your weapons and surrender obediently, don't make unnecessary struggles!"

Subconsciously looking over there, the armed guards who appeared from nowhere at some point were rushing towards here, and the person leading them was... .

"...It seems that someone who doesn't know the current affairs came to disturb me."

Repressed to an almost steady tone, Ryuzaki retracted the pistol to his waist.

Not giving Ouma a chance to reply, only leaving a piercing stare at the end, Ryuzaki turned around and ran in the completely opposite direction with his subordinates.

"..."

From the result, it can be regarded as saving a life.

Ouma finally let go of his overly tense heart.

The blood-smelling air irritated the nostrils, such a body, such a posture, I knew it couldn't be very comfortable.

Ouma patted the back of the person who was on top of him weakly.

"I said, it's almost time to open it, most original sauce?"

If it were in a fairy tale, the scene where the prince appeared as a hero to save the beauty should have been more dreamy, at least it wouldn't be such a mess, at least it wouldn't be such a candidate.

"Although Mo Yuanchan is not considered a heavyweight player, considering my physical condition, it's better to get out of the way earlier?"

"..."

no respond.

No, it is not quite right to say that there is no response.

After all, the most original snort was indeed echoing in Ouma's ears at this time, but the voice was more unstable than usual.

"?"

what's wrong