Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Knob Creek responded quickly.

I am Mr. Bourbon's dog.

Gibson, I'm glad you finally recognize the charm of Mr. Bourbon. But no matter what, Mr. Bourbon is better than Tennessee, there is no doubt about that.]

Gibson stopped at the entrance of the alley, his eyes falling on the bodies lying in all directions in the alley.

There was blood splattered on the walls on both sides, it looked like a crime scene.

A flash of excitement and appreciation appeared in Gibson's eyes.

Bourbon's personality is really powerful. This violent aesthetic is really exciting.

He sighed and sent a message to the other person.

I am the dog of Master Tennessee and Master Bourbon:

All right, Knob Creek, I acknowledge Master Bourbon. From now on, I am Master Bourbon's dog too.]

Gibson made the switch smoothly, since Mr. Tennessee and Mr. Bourbon were the same person.

It can be said that the good qualities of a loyal dog are in jeopardy.

He ignored the frantic vibrating phone and the exploding anger of Knob Creek on the other end of the line.

He walked into the alley, raised the chin of a man who had just woken up with his toes, and asked calmly:

"Tell me, who is behind you and what is your purpose?"

The man lay lifeless on the ground, with a fierce look in his eyes, and he said nothing.

Gibson pushed his glasses up, fished out a scalpel from his pocket, licked his lower lip, and his eyes were full of excitement: "Very good, I like tough guys like you."

"Time is running out and my master is waiting. Sorry, I have to be a little rough."

He swung his knife down, blocking the man's wailing.

When Rei Furuya changed back into his detective uniform and quietly returned to Shuichi Akai's safe house, Shuichi Akai had not returned yet.

He put the detective card on, and the mysterious danger between his brows disappeared, replaced by the detective's childishness and inhuman feeling of not understanding human hearts.

He looked at the FBI agent guarding outside through the crack in the window and raised his chin proudly. The FBI was useless and didn't even notice that the detective had gone out for a stroll.

In a moment, he puffed his cheeks unhappily. I'm so tired. Why did the detective walk so much? It must be so tiring.

Fūya Rei glanced at the chair. He didn't know how he had managed to curl up on the chair, like a big cat.

He took a lollipop out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, and fell asleep.

New York time 19:44, Tokyo 08:44.

On Kamiyacho Avenue, a bus that escaped from a laboratory was surrounded by explosion-proof police.

After defusing the bomb on the hostage, Jinpei Matsuda lit a cigarette and his eyes fell on the bus in the distance.

His childhood friend Kenji Hagiwara was defusing the bomb inside.

This time the bomb was not difficult. He was very confident in You Junran's skills and had already thought about how to reward himself after get off work.

Should I go to an izakaya to drink or go to a model shop to buy models?

at this time--

There was a loud 'bang'.

The bomb exploded.

The bus broke into pieces in an instant and caught fire.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was being pulled by his teammates to avoid the flying debris, suddenly widened his pupils, his sunglasses were knocked off by the rubble, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

"Hagi!"

"Hagiwara——"

At the same time, Rei Furuya, who was still in New York, had fallen asleep in a chair in the safe house.

Suddenly, a series of shrill alarms sounded in his mind, so sharp that it caused pain in his eardrums.

[Warning! Warning! World line self-repairing——]

Before he could wake up, Fūya Rei's consciousness was dragged into the system space by the system.

Fūya Rei looked up and saw that the entire system's light screen had turned red.

The sirens were getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, a huge force from the outside world came down, as if pouring out the malice of the entire world.

The system space began to vibrate, and Jōguchi Ling was hit by this force. His mind was shocked, his eyes went black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Akai Shuichi who just opened the door: ! !

Akai Shuichi's face changed, and he threw down the dessert he had just bought. He hurried forward to help up Furuya Rei who had fallen off the chair, and called out urgently: "Amuro-kun, Amuro-kun!"

He suddenly picked up the person, put him in the car, and drove towards the nearest hospital at high speed.

"Amuro-kun, please hold on. We'll be at the hospital soon."

Shuichi Akai said calmly. He could see that the blond young man was in a very bad condition. A trace of worry flashed in his green eyes. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. His whole body was sharp and determined, like a black panther running in the forest, with a wild beauty.

In the space, Furuya Rei couldn't hear what Akai Shuichi was saying. He could only see Hagiwara Kenji being blown to pieces in the center of the explosion through the system screen.

How can it be!

He had clearly saved Hagiwara!

The explosion seemed to have blown him into pieces across space. His thoughts fell into chaos, cold tears fell, and his blurred eyes were blood-red, as if a fire came through layers of space and burned him to a char.

All that was left in my ears was the deafening sound of the explosion, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

[Warning! Warning! World line self-repairing——]

The system's sharp alarm sounded like a knife piercing his heart, causing him to bleed and feel excruciating pain.

Jōgō Rei felt as if a big hole had been torn in his chest, and the cold wind whizzed through his chest, leaving only the icy chill that seeped into his bones.

His battered brain began to work slowly, and the disheveled, incomplete body on the screen lay alone on the ground.

Hagiwara is dead!

Hagiwara is dead!!

Four years later, Matsuda, the squad leader, and...

Hiro——

Fūya Rei's chaotic thoughts suddenly became clear, his breathing became rapid, and he finally realized that the world would not allow them to live.

Can I really save them?

There was mist in Fūya Rei's eyes as he looked up stubbornly, as if looking at the blue sky outside through the system space. He vaguely felt that it was an out-of-bounds hideous monster, staring at his peers with cold malice.

he thinks:

We all live in a black and white world.

Everyone was being pulled forward like puppets.

He wants me to extinguish my warm soul and put away the dreams of my youth.

So I struggled in the darkness and became a qualified gear.

I became a victim of fate.

The gorgeous death brings up false glory, and the fancy way of dying creates an absurd joke.

The world, unable to resist, is assimilated by the ink and becomes waste paper that is scribbled on at will.

In this controlled world.

am I crazy?

NO, I have not.

I am alone and sober, saving people without any regrets.

My soul is indelible and my blood is burning.

He looked at the broken limbs on the charred ground with sorrowful eyes. He felt like he was shouting something heart-wrenchingly, but in fact he didn't say a single word.

Fate—fate—fate—

He sat on the ground, propped up by his arms, muttering with blank eyes.