[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

"Oh, is that just a cowardly threat?"

This is what No. 57 had said to him, and Xie Shuyi returned it exactly as it was.

As he got closer, his shoes made a sticky and disgusting sound as they stepped on the pool of blood, but No. 57 didn't even have the courage to resist.

It was unclear whether his trembling body was due to anger or fear. He forced himself to hold on, and his eyes were filled with the determination to fight to the death.

"Superpower! Jin..."

He hadn't finished his words yet, and the chain didn't even have a chance to get close to Jie Shuyi. With a crisp sound, No. 57's head tilted heavily away.

A bright red palm print suddenly appeared on his face.

"You are just a piece of trash, and you dare to threaten me." Xie Shuyi stood there, looking down at him condescendingly.

The blood-stained shoe stepped on No. 57's shoulder. As the foot exerted force, not only was a bloody footprint left on the boy's clean sweatshirt, but his face was also distorted by pain.

No. 57 was really scared this time. More than the fear of death, he was more afraid of the failure of his mission.

He did not meet Mr.'s expectations.

No success in bringing number 21 to Mr.

He is a loser.

Sir will kill him...

No, what awaits him will be an even more terrible torture.

The bright eyes of No. 57 suddenly dimmed. He clenched his teeth and spoke to Jie Shuyi in a deliberately provocative and bad tone.

"Kill me if you can, kill me!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Xie Shuyi looked at him with a smile.

"How could a good and kind person like me do anything excessive to you?" Xie Shuyi took the silver fork on the dining table in his hand.

He pointed the silver fork at No. 57's head.

"Let's play a game, a brain teaser. If you answer correctly, I'll let you go... If you answer incorrectly, I'll put one in your brain~"

The sweet tone sounded like the call of a devil from the abyss. No. 57 could hear the excitement and eagerness in Shuyi's tone.

He suddenly understood why the gentleman was so obsessed with number 21.

These two guys.

It's clearly the same person.

When they were still some distance away from the coffee shop, Dun already saw their destination.

I have to say that this coffee shop is really well decorated, and it deserves to be a popular check-in spot. The exquisitely decorated exterior is particularly eye-catching among the surrounding gray and white wall buildings.

The group's pace unconsciously quickened.

Dazai Osamu followed at the end of the team. He yawned casually, but suddenly seemed to realize something, frowned, and looked back at the mountains in the distance.

Dun followed him and naturally noticed that something was wrong with him.

But following Mr. Dazai's gaze, there was clearly nothing on the top of the mountain.

"What's wrong, Mr. Dazai?"

Dazai Osamu shook his head, "It's okay."

He turned around, looked at the nearby coffee shop, and raised his head.

"Here we are."

Kunikida adjusted his glasses, his face was unusually serious. After all, this was a special report from the Special Ability Division, so such an urgent mission would definitely not be a small problem.

He placed his bent fingers on the door handle, and when the door was pushed open, the people who were on high alert suddenly froze in place, looking at the scene in front of them, and Dun blinked his big eyes blankly.

The cafe had obviously been the scene of a fierce battle, or rather a one-sided massacre. The walls and the floor were covered in blood, and the strong smell of blood had not yet dissipated.

But those who were supposed to be dead were placed neatly in order from tall to short on the floor of the cafe hall, just like objects.

Apart from being unconscious and having bloodstains on the surface of their clothes, the faces of these victims were rosy and looked no different from normal people. There were no visible wounds on their exposed skin.

So where did all this blood on the ground come from?

Apart from that, the most outrageous thing was a blond young man who was tied up and tied to a stool.

Then he deliberately placed it in a place that could be seen at the entrance, and the boy fell asleep, his body still shaking unconsciously.

The weird thing is.

Countless silver knives and forks stained with blood were scattered at the boy's feet.

The protagonist Xie Shuyi, who accomplished all this, originally planned to slip away, but was mainly afraid that No. 57 would take the opportunity to escape, so he just sat there and waited for the detective agency to arrive.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and greeted with a smile.

"Hi! What a coincidence."