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

Shiraishi Masato glanced sideways at a carving on the ground that had a missing corner, and said with an amused smile, "Was it also so unexpected when you killed Bourbon?"

Fūya Ling stepped back a little, rubbing his wrist which was pinched painfully, a hint of melancholy and fragile uneasiness appeared between his brows. He lowered his brows and did not answer, as if he was numb and accepted his fate.

Masato Shiraishi didn't care. He turned and left, as if his sudden appearance in the basement was just a whim.

As soon as he turned around, Fūya Ling, like a nimble big cat, clenched his fists and punched at him.

It seemed as if Shiraishi Masato had a pair of eyes on his back. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, tilted his head slightly, and dodged the attack.

The rhythm of Fūya Rei's punch also changed immediately. He used his forearm to exert force and his elbow struck to the lower right.

Masato Shiraishi raised his arm to block, and Rei Fūya took advantage of the situation and raised his knee to hit him in the abdomen with great force, showing that he did not hold back at all.

His expression was cold, and the fragility from before was no longer visible on his face, as if that weak and powerless image was just an illusion.

Shiraishi Masato still had an amused smile on his face, but his eyes didn't show any surprise at all.

Amuro-kun is a code name member, so it would be a problem if he were really that harmless.

But now this brutal performance dispelled any doubts in his heart.

After Shiraishi Masato had tested out the approximate strength of Rei Furuya, he no longer held back. He clenched his five fingers into fists, and when Rei Furuya attacked again, he burst out with even greater speed and hit the opponent's chest.

Fūya Rei took a few steps back and kicked over the sculpture on the ground. The sound of the sculpture rolling and the scattering of fragments seemed to interfere with his hearing, slowing his reaction for a moment.

Shiraishi Masato raised his eyes, followed closely and punched Fūya Rei on the shoulder. Fūya Rei lost his balance and was tripped by a sculpture, falling heavily to the ground.

He suddenly tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell to the ground weakly. The pain in his chest made him tremble with pain with every breath.

Masato Shiraishi patted the sleeves of his khaki windbreaker and walked forward slowly, looking down at the disheveled blond young man in the center of the sculpture. He was surrounded by various debris, and the statue on the left was stained with the blood he vomited, looking a bit weird.

He was surrounded with a painful look on his face, but there was a stubborn fragility lingering between his brows, making him look like a sacrifice to an evil god.

Shiraishi Masato's eyes were filled with astonishment, and he sighed in his heart. This scene was very similar to the poignant, grotesque, dark, and crazy Gothic scenes described in Edgar Allan Poe's poems, which made people feel palpitating but also attracted.

He squatted down, reached out to lift the hair that was blocking Fūya Rei's eyes, and looked into his empty eyes with a look full of admiration.

He thought for a moment, then stood up and walked to the door. He picked up the flowers in the vase and walked over to Fūya Rei. His hand loosened, and the flowers fell into a pool of blood, their white petals and yellow stamens quickly dyed red.

Furiya Rei tilted his head slightly in confusion, and a faint floral scent mixed with the smell of blood wafted into his nose. He closed his eyes tiredly, as if he no longer had the energy to guess what Shiraishi Masato was trying to do.

‘Crack. ’

Another photo was taken, and Rei Furuya was too lazy to open his eyes.

Shiraishi Masato gazed at the photo with delight and said happily, "It's wonderful that the little daisy, a symbol of purity and hope, is stained with blood!"

He stared at Furuya Rei with a smile: "This is your punishment, so stay here obediently. I hope you'll be alive and well next time we meet~"

He hummed a song and walked away with light steps.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, the attack that Fūya Rei had been preparing for quietly dissipated.

In the quiet basement, an unknown amount of time passed before a figure in the shadows gracefully walked to Fūya Rei, stepping on plaster fragments. He gently bent down, picked up the small daisy on the ground with his dark-skinned, bony fingers, and snorted softly.

Fūya Rei opened his eyes, tilted his head, and saw nothing.

He coughed a few times and struggled to support his upper body. Because of the injury to his left shoulder, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

He looked up and the man lowered his eyes to look at him, as if they were the legendary double body looking at each other.

The man bent down and lifted Furuya Ling's chin with his dark-skinned fingers, saying with pity, "How did you get into such a mess? It's really heartbreaking."

Fūya Zero's eyelashes trembled, his pale lips moved slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You're so late. Did you go to take the exam, Vermouth?"

Vermouth, who had disguised herself as Rei Furuya, snorted softly, her eyes lingering on him for a long time, unwilling to leave. She was still recalling the horrifying and bizarre, yet insanely attractive scene she had seen.

It's as beautiful as the photos sent by Shiraishi Masato, there is no scam.

If the other party had not defected, she really wanted to have a good communication with Shiraishi Masato. It was rare to find someone whose aesthetic taste was so consistent with hers.

It wasn't until she met those lifeless, empty eyes that she suddenly realized.

No wonder she was attracted uncontrollably again, it turned out to be Mr. G.

She let go of his hand and said in a gentle tone, "Can you stand up?"

This cheesy tone made Fūya Ling shudder, and he asked in a cryptic tone, "Are you possessed?"

Vermouth: Yes, I also wonder why I feel possessed every time I see Mr. G.

Fūya Rei easily stood up from the debris, patted the debris on his body perfunctorily, and took off the card again when he looked up.

His eyes, lit up again, reflected a face that looked exactly like his own. A malicious smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he said leisurely, "Act well. I'm looking for an excuse to be injured by Edrador. You can just lie down. The difficulty of acting has been greatly reduced. You're welcome."

Vermouth cursed: "...Fuck!"

You make Edrador excited even when you are standing, how dare I lie down!

"Mind your words, ma'am," he said in a tone that was neither too light nor too heavy.

He looked the disguise up and down, and when he didn't notice anything wrong, he looked at the other person's dull and empty eyes and asked curiously, "How did you make your eyes look like you're really blind?"

Vermouth smiled mysteriously, her voice gorgeous and long: "This is a secret."

Furuya Rei twitched the corner of his lip. He didn't really need to know. He held out his hand and said, "Give me Kikuchi's phone."

Vermouth handed it over happily, since she had backed up the photos anyway.

Furiya Rei gave her a deep look, then walked out with a dashing step, his voice low and pleasant: "Then I wish you good luck, Vermouth."

After leaving the basement, Rei Fūya discovered that it was not far from the villa where he lived.

Well, Vermouth always comes so late, it turns out she is slacking off.

He stood outside this exquisite courtyard, the detective card looming on his fingertips, countless notes spread out before his eyes, and the world became transparent in an instant.

A minute later, the detective card was put away again.

Furiya Rei seemed to be lost in thought. As expected, Shiraishi Masato did not hide the information here.