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

Zhu Fujing's blue cat eyes were deep and paranoid. Something was stirring and then completely released.

Is it true that only by locking Zero up and keeping him by my side, and watching him all the time, he won't suddenly get hurt or disappear?

Hagiwara Kenji, keenly aware of the change in his aura, frowned, put his hand on his shoulder, and asked seriously, "Komorobushi, you will definitely rescue Kofuku safely, and then both of them will stand in front of me and Kojin-Ping safely, right?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang replied in a daze, "Yes."

He would lock Zero up and hide it in a place where no one could find it.

Jinpei Matsuda: My hands are itching for some reason, and I want to take out the handcuffs and handcuff my colleague.

He and Hagiwara Kenji looked at each other and always felt that something was wrong. However, until Morifushi Kagemitsu called the public security personnel to sign the agreement, they did not find anything wrong and became very anxious.

The Black Organization.

Gin was reporting to that gentleman in an office at the organization's base.

In the dim room, a black crow danced with the sound waves on the computer screen.

"—To summarize, the sudden darkness and silence had some effect on Bo's personality switch, but not completely."

Gin was very serious, even choosing his words carefully. "What is certain is that the environment will affect the stability of his personality, especially the detective personality. The medication can temporarily stabilize his condition."

The office was silent for a moment, and then the gentleman instructed, "GIN, whatever the trigger for his personality switch was before, I hope it will become the trigger the organization needs in the future."

Gin flashed a bloodthirsty, sinister smile, his dark green eyes igniting a cold, murderous aura. He held his hat close, bowed his head slightly, and spoke with measured precision, "You will get what you wish for."

"BOSS."

Having returned to the safe house, Rei Furuya didn't know what the organization's boss and the wolfhounds planned to do to him, but he could guess. However, he was currently busy with the death crisis of the same period and had no time to deal with it.

When he is done, he will teach the organization an unforgettable lesson.

Fūya Rei's calm gaze swept across the system screen as he tapped on his phone.

When Vodka mentioned the surveillance, he realized what Hagiwara would do, and he simply let this result happen.

He knew very well how much power his peers could exert once they made up their minds to do something.

Instructor Onizuka's increasingly thinning hair and blood pressure during his time at the police academy are evidence of this.

As for the consequences, he has the police and the Black Organization to cover them, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

But when he thought about what kind of script those three people would come up with after getting the video, a blush began to well up on Rei Fūtani's neck and quickly spread to his face.

He was ready to punch those people on the head.

If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have to use such a socially deadly script.

Rei Furuya admitted that he was influenced by the detective character and inadvertently played the role of a fun-loving person, which led him to finalize the script.

After waking up, the first thing he had to face was his own extreme social death.

He sneered, then those bastards would never be able to escape.

Fūya Rei used his cell phone to contact his contact and asked him to check the Asai Villa in Yoshioka 3-chome under the guise of checking the circuit to see if there were any dangerous items.

He switched the computer page to the Asai Villa area, and small square surveillance images appeared.

Two hours later, it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

hum-

The phone rang, and after Furuya Zero answered it, the person on the other end reported seriously, "Mr. Furuya, no dangerous items were found at the Asai Villa."

Jianggu Ling's pupils shrank suddenly.

How—is it possible!

"Keep watching the surveillance and don't relax at all." Fūya Rei ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Furuya."

After hanging up, Rei Furuya turned off his phone. He leaned back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, his eyes flickering as messages flashed past, finally settling on a single possibility.

Officially, or more precisely, if the people in his camp cannot be rescued 100%, external forces will be needed to break the deadlock.

He sat up, took out the organization's mobile phone and called Vodka with an expressionless face.

"Vodka-kun, please come and pick me up to go to the base and play."

Vodka, who was following his eldest brother on a mission, said: "...The base is not far from your safe house. Go there by yourself. I don't have time right now."

Vodka subconsciously asked again what was said on the other end of the phone: "What did you say?"

Fūya Rei's expression remained unchanged, and he repeated in an unhappy tone, "I don't know the way. Come and pick me up quickly."

Vodka: ...I remember now. During the past half month of the mission, the detective could never remember the way and sometimes couldn't even tell east, west, or north.

For a moment, Vodka didn't dare let him leave on his own.

If he got lost and ended up in the Metropolitan Police Department, who would dare to risk being discovered and retaliated against by the detectives to silence him?

Vodka is definitely not an option.

Gin shot the traitor dead with one shot and cursed with a sullen face: "Trash."

"Let him wait."

Before Vodka could say anything, Furiya Rei's voice came from the phone.

"Is Killer-kun here to pick me up? Okay, then Vodka-kun, buy me a box of strawberry daifuku on the way."

Vodka:…

Seeing that the eldest brother was staring at his phone with murderous eyes, the hand holding the gun was raised.

Vodka quickly hung up the phone. He still had photos of his idol in his phone, and he couldn't let his brother ruin them like this.

Fortunately, their mission location was near the detective's safe house, and after completing the mission and finishing it, it only took them an hour to reach the safe house.

Before the car stopped, the detective who was squatting at the door with snacks in his arms suddenly had a bright look in his eyes and ran over.

The corner of Vodka's mouth twitched. After stopping the car, he rolled down the window and handed over the strawberry daifuku.

"Detective, here's your strawberry daifuku."

Furiya Rei said happily, "I knew that Killer-kun and Vodka-kun were the most reliable."

Vodka laughed dryly twice, feeling that the detective was also extremely realistic.

When there is something to do, it’s Mr. Vodka; when there is nothing to do, it’s Mr. Sunglasses.

Gin turned his head and sneered out the window, looking sinister and intimidating: "Get in the car."

This was the only thing that satisfied Gin about the detective.

He has no idea of ​​the way and won't go out easily, so Gin can catch him in the safe house at any time.

Of course, that's assuming that mystical bourbon doesn't come out.

Thinking of this, Gin's expression suddenly became gloomy.

I really want to shoot Bourbon.

If it weren't for the existence of the detective, Bourbon would have had the same mysterious style as Vermouth, but without Vermouth's background. The organization would not have tolerated him or believed him.

When the organization completely controls Bourbon——

He pressed down the brim of his hat, hid all his thoughts in the deepest part, and covered up his micro-expressions to prevent them from being discovered by the detective who seemed to have a third eye.

Fūya Rei opened the car door and sat in the back seat. He couldn't wait to open the package and start eating without any intention of greeting the two of them.