Ming Ke: What’s wrong with me, Gin, having several aliases?

Kurosawa held his big light bulb tightly and stood carefully in front of the ruins.

He saw two figures inside through the broken walls and the smoke-filled air.

Fūya Rei was crying and holding his head, while Morobushi Kagemitsu looked like he had stepped into the gates of hell.

This scene made Kurosawa very nervous, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Kurosawa: What should we do? Something seems to be wrong.

Kurosawa took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart which was beating as fast as a drum.

But the sweat that flowed out due to nervousness was like a flood that broke through the dam, increasing in number and quickly soaking his back.

He looked at Fūya Rei who was crying and holding his head in his hands, and Morobushi Kagemitsu who was dying in front of him. A struggle flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his foot and then retracted it, not daring to move.

Finally, Kurosawa gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, as if to cheer himself up. He mustered up his courage, lifted his legs as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and walked towards them step by step.

With every step he took, Kurosawa felt that he would be beaten into a tonsil by Zero who would know the truth in the next second. The fear and worry in his heart followed him like a shadow.

"Rei... Keimitsu... Well, this can all be explained..."

Kurosawa's lips trembled as he called their names softly, and one could tell from his voice how scared he was.

When Fūya Rei heard the voice, he was stunned for a moment, slowly turned his head, and looked at Kurosawa in disbelief. After a while, he chuckled.

"Haha, you are worthy of being the Thousand-Faced Witch in the organization. You are really good at playing with people's hearts. I admit that you are better than me."

Fūya Rei looked at the indifference on Kurosawa's face and sneered again.

"You can't hide your cold heart even with a kind appearance. No need to pretend anymore. I have recognized your identity."

"What's the point of continuing like this! Take off your hypocritical skin and show your true face to others."

Kurosawa was just stunned by these words: Huh? Lengmo, me?

After being confused and realizing that he was actually misunderstood, Kurosawa decisively took out a recorder, quietly clicked the record button, and began his performance.

He smiled, showing off his feminine charm and maturity: "Don't you think you'll be happier if I talk to you like this?"

Fūya Rei's face darkened again: "I don't remember anyone other than the Thousand-Faced Witch who is so good at disguise."

Kurosawa, who was ready to hear some explosive gossip: No, how did you recognize it? (Flipping the table)

In disbelief, scratching my head.

Kurosawa frowned, and resisted the urge to grab Ling's collar and ask him. He grinned, his eyebrows curved: "Why do you say that? What's wrong with me?"

"Information requires an equal exchange. First, tell me who you are and why you are doing this."

Kurosawa is brainstorming. He wants an answer that won't lie to him but won't tell him Melanin's identity and purpose.

The result was easily known after three seconds. He gave up and was requesting outside help.

[The system is offline. Please wait for a moment if you need any help. (Automatic reply)]

Uh, the foreign aid is not here, it’s okay, there is still Plan B!

Kurosawa fled the scene at light speed, not even caring about the things he dropped.

He took out his cell phone near the ruins, entered a mysterious number and dialed it.

Fūya Rei watched him leave, then looked at Morobushi Kagemitsu, who seemed to be showing a little life.

He couldn't call the police or an ambulance because he was an undercover agent.

Is it really true that Hiro can only wait here to die?

Furukaya Rei slowly stood up and picked up the things left by Kurosawa, hoping that it would be something useful.

After seeing it clearly, his eyes suddenly widened.