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

Shiraishi Masato said disappointedly, "I thought you exposed me to prevent me from noticing that officer Morobushi."

He smiled faintly, "After all, something was wrong with him from the first moment you saw him. Although I can't find the reason, I trust my intuition."

"You care about him." Shiraishi Masato said firmly.

Jianggu Ling: "..."

Sometimes it's really frustrating to face an intelligent person with keen observation skills, but this doesn't stop him from adjusting the script according to Shiraishi Masato's attitude.

He tilted his head slightly, and the mottled light in the forest shone on his body, making him look as fragile and empty as if he was about to melt into the sunlight.

His voice was ethereal yet serious: "Officer Zhufu, his aura is very clean, extremely different from ours."

He doesn't need to hide. In front of such a smart person, hiding is equivalent to affirmation.

He would not let Brother Gao Ming get involved and become a bargaining chip.

Sure enough, after hearing what Furuya Rei said, Shiraishi Masato instantly lost interest and became bored: "Okay, then what do you want to do? I thought you wanted to kill me, but you don't have any murderous intent."

Since he didn't take action, it means he has something to ask for. Considering Amuro-kun's situation, his purpose is clear at a glance.

Furuya Rei's voice was low and hoarse, his tone as cold as ice: "I want you to kill Kikuchi."

it is as expected.

Masato Shiraishi felt regretful. He thought Amuro-kun was a smart man, but now it seems that he is just an ordinary person.

His interest completely disappeared, and he said in a dull tone: "I can help you kill people, but what benefit do I get?"

Amuro-kun's bargaining chip, besides himself, is his identity.

Fūya Rei smiled slightly and said, "I will not report your information to the organization for the time being."

Shiraishi Masato sighed inwardly again. It was the expected answer. It was so boring.

Never mind, it’s just a way to kill time.

He walked over to Fūya Rei and, seeing the other's puzzled look, said with a smile, "This bargaining chip isn't enough. I'll kill the person for you, and I'll take the remaining price myself."

He reached out and slashed at the back of Fūya Rei's neck. As he fell to the ground in disbelief, he said slowly, "You are the remaining price."

He was actually very curious about how so many people could be brought down by him.

Before Fūya Zero lost consciousness, his fingertips brushed across the buttons of his clothes and activated the locator.

When he woke up again, he was already in an unfamiliar environment.

He supported himself with his hands and sat up. His right hand touched the blind stick, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This place looks like a basement, but it is very dry and luxurious, with all kinds of daily necessities. It can be seen that someone wants to lock him up for ten days or half a month.

He put down his cane, which was hindering his performance.

After getting out of bed, he groped his way forward, stumbling in this unfamiliar environment and accidentally bumping into something and falling to the ground.

In particular, many identical pieces of furniture were placed here specifically to confuse his perception.

After stumbling a few steps, many bruises appeared on Fūya Rei's body. After falling again, he raised his swollen forehead in a panic. A nasty tooth mark was left on his lower lip. He clasped his hands tightly to the ground, his knuckles turning white, and shouted angrily, "Edrador!"

The door opened and Shiraishi Masato, who had changed his clothes, slowly walked up to the person kneeling on the ground.

He stared at the lively expression of the blond young man. In this pure white and silent space, he was bright and brilliant. Although he was weak as death, he had a unique vitality, like a green vine growing on a snowy cliff, tenacious, hardworking, and desperately climbing to the top of the cliff.

It's no wonder that such a person would attract the covetousness of people like Kikuchi.

Touching the wound on the other person's forehead with his fingertips, Shiraishi Masato said cryptically, "How could you be so careless and get yourself covered in wounds?"

Furuya Ling slapped his hand away and asked unappreciatively, "Where did you take me?"

Shiraishi Masato suppressed the young man's resistance and struggle with one hand, picked him up and walked towards the bed.

At that moment, Fūya Rei's heart was beating wildly. He clenched the corner of his clothes tightly, resisting the urge to punch or curse. His voice was trembling and fearful: "Edrador, what are you going to do?"

Shiraishi Masato pushed the man down, staring down at his pitiful and frightened appearance, his tone excited and dangerous: "Of course I'm going to fuck you."

He pulled hard with both hands, and the vertical row of pure white buttons in the middle of Jiang Gu Ling's black private clothes fell to the ground one by one with a crisp sound, revealing his healthy and strong chest, but the terrible purple marks on it were too unsightly.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and saw that the tip of the pure black cane was against his throat.

Shiraishi Masato couldn't help but burst into laughter. He placed his hand on Rei Furuya's chest without hesitation, and his voice was like a ghost: "Your heart is beating so fast and your hands are shaking. Are you scared?"

"Can you control your stress response to Kikuchi?"

That name was like the source of fear. Just the mention of it made the young man lose all ability to resist.

The young man's hand gave way, and his cane fell to the ground. Nothingness filled his vision. Under the gaze of his assailant, he retreated helplessly, back against the wall. Finally, resigned to his fate, he huddled in a corner, dishevelled and clutching the bedsheets in a panic. His eyes, red at the corners, half-lidded, were wet, as if tears were welling inside.

This attitude of letting others take advantage of you is so tempting.

Masato Shiraishi stated that he is not a pervert.

But young people have this strange charm. Even their expression of endurance is full of strange sadistic beauty, which makes people want to tame, conquer or destroy them.

His fragility is like a fire, making people want to vent all their desires on him.

‘Crack. ’

The sound of taking a photo was heard, and Rei Furuya's eyes suddenly widened. He rushed towards Shiraishi Masato, trying to snatch the phone back: "Edrador!"

He could hardly bear it any longer and really wanted to use his blind stick to make a few holes in this guy.

Shiraishi Masato suppressed him with one hand, his eyes scorching as he stared at the fear and embarrassment between the young man's brows. He calmly sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs to hide his physiological reaction. He said with a rolling sound in his throat, "Don't be impatient, Amuro-kun. If you want to kill Kikuchi, you have to lure him here first."

He shook his phone, not caring whether the other party could see it or not: "This photo is the evidence. Don't worry, it's not a handle, and I won't send it out casually."

Furuya Rei stopped resisting. He knelt on the bed, trying to hold his clothes together, and said in an unsteady voice, "You'd better do as you said."

Shiraishi Masato cleared his throat and said meaningfully, "Of course."

Although he had clearly anticipated his own fate, he could only deceive himself and live in lies to make himself feel better.

It's really pitiful, Amuro-kun.

"What's Kikuchi's number?"

He took Fūya Rei's organization cell phone and looked through it openly.