Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

If high technology fails, then use the most basic manpower to search and transmit information.

There was a fierce fight within the mysterious interior for Pandora, and the thick fog had not yet risen.

Groups of police forces composed of ordinary people not only shouldered the important task of protecting the safety of ordinary people, but also traveled back and forth in this high-risk area without fear of life and death during this period.

Provided valuable intelligence for rear-line decision-making.

At this moment, the latest intelligence, which was compiled at the cost of many police officers' lives, is now on their desk.

The significant reduction in timeliness due to objective reasons does not affect the value of this intelligence in any way.

At least everyone present, even those who were not so smart, learned from this intelligence that the gunshots after the thick fog was not the help they originally thought.

Rather, it is a third party with unclear intentions and unknown identity.

A group of dangerous elements who illegally possess a large number of firearms, are well-equipped, and are directed by someone behind the scenes.

Most people were skeptical about this, but Imaseki Seishiro, staring at the very limited and even blurry photos in the middle of the table, had a vague guess.

"Ding~!"

The email alert sound, drowned out by the sound of serious discussion, was barely noticeable to anyone except the owner of the phone.

Imaseki Seishiro clicked on it and took a look at the content, then quietly stood up from his seat and walked out the door holding his phone.

Others who noticed this scene didn't pay much attention to it, except Kenjiro Sanada, who was sitting opposite him. His eyes flickered and he glanced at Seishiro Imazeki's back as he left.

Outside the door, just after taking two steps, Imaneki Seishiro heard a noise coming from downstairs.

Imazeki Seishiro, who was originally planning to find a secluded place to make a phone call, paused and his eyes fell on the stairs where he could hear faint footsteps approaching.

As soon as the policeman who led Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko upstairs stepped onto the second floor, he heard a cold question:

"There's an emergency meeting going on inside. Why did you bring irrelevant people up here?"

"Officer Imazeki, this is Kudo-"

The young policeman remembered that the man in plain clothes looking down at him was a police officer from the police department.

But he had just uttered a few words of his explanation when he was interrupted by the impatient Imaseki Seishiro.

"Of course I know the famous mystery novelist Yusaku Kudo."

After coldly scanning Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko, Imaseki Seishiro made no secret of his dislike for the two:

“But compared to a mystery novelist.

I think what everyone trapped in the light shield needs now is a way to break the light shield, dispel the fog, and end this chaos.

Mr. Kudo, what do you think? "

"Officer Imazeki is right, but I am not here as a mystery novelist this time."

Imaseki Seishiro narrowed his eyes, waiting for the second half of Kudo Yusaku's words.

"Instead, I came to the police for help as a reporter."

"Report a crime?"

The tightly closed door of the temporary meeting room was opened from the inside out by someone inside, and no one knew how the person inside captured this keyword through the door.

In short, now everyone in the temporary meeting room turned their eyes to Kudo Yusaku who walked in from outside.

"I'm sorry, Director Bai Ma."

The first sentence that Kudo Yusaku said made Director Bai Ma's eyelids twitch, and panic could not be stopped in his eyes.

"Your son, Bai Ma Tan, was captured not long ago."

As Director Bai Ma's eyes went dark and he fell down with his eyes closed, the entire temporary meeting room suddenly became chaotic.

Outside the door, Imaseki Seishiro, who heard everything in the room clearly, did not go in to participate in the emergency rescue of Director Hakuba.

Instead, he raised his foot again and continued walking towards the remote corner.

...

After reaching a certain concentration, the fog shrouded in the light shield did not get any thicker, reaching a terrifying level where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

Of course, it's not much better.

A range of light sources, such as street lamps, are no longer sufficient to provide useful illumination for people in the thick fog.

In the night sky, the moon, which was originally hiding behind the clouds, was aroused by the sound of fighting after the fog rose, and slowly poked its head out.

Unfortunately, the soft moonlight was blocked by the thick fog. Looking down from the sky, one could only vaguely see a few high-rise buildings that were still bright.

Apart from that, there are vast expanses of darkness filled with fog.

The people outside the light shield were busy figuring out how to get in, and most of the people inside were figuring out how to get out, so few people noticed the moon that peeked out again in the night sky.

But soon, even Gin, who was immersed in blood and killing, temporarily turned his gaze to the sky above his head.

A silver-white arrow flew from the horizon and hit the two-color light shield covering the sky above Semodo City, hiding most of the light. Only a faint stream of light continued to flow, showing its existence to everyone.

Sensing the rapidly approaching threat, the light shield composed of strange blue and dark green colors suddenly shone brightly.

In an instant, two rays of light, both in color and shape, collided violently with each other.

Afterwards, the blinding white light spreading from the collision point began to aggressively attack the eyes of all humans who dared to look directly at them.

When most people close their eyes subconsciously,

Gin, who was wearing special night vision goggles, witnessed with his own eyes the light shield being shattered into tiny starlight under the attack of the arrows, and then dissipated between heaven and earth.

The thick fog that was originally only diffused within the light shield quickly spread in all directions.

The bright moonlight shone through the gradually thinning fog, clearly illuminating Gin's appearance at that moment.

The long silver hair stained with two parts of blood was scattered behind her in a slightly messy manner, and the dark green eyes instantly lost the previous joy and strange scarlet.

Before anyone else could react, he decisively gave the order:

"withdraw."

Haibara Ai, who heard the order through the Pearl Earphone, just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Gin say:

"I'll leave it to you next, Whiskey."

Haibara Ai, who was having trouble breathing, couldn't help but cough softly. Mouri Ran, who was always keeping an eye on her movements, quickly reached out and gently patted her on the back.

Haibara Ai quickly said that she was fine, and then focused most of her attention back on the communication on the other end of the headset.

"Are you kidding me? Gin, that's your mission, what does it have to do with me?

If you are not in a clear mind, I suggest you go to a river to calm down. "

There was silence in the public channel. No one dared to easily expose their presence when Whiskey's tone was obviously wrong and the content was even more wrong.

"The light shield covering the sky above Seymour City was broken ahead of schedule. Your previous delay reduced my time for action.

What's the problem with leaving the aftermath work to you?"

Gin's cold question was met with two coughs.

Gin, who was walking towards the hidden place, paused for a moment, and then heard Whiskey reply to him:

“Of course there are problems.

First, the light shield was broken in advance because the people you arranged to keep watch outside only remembered to guard against those people near the light shield who came to support in breaking the light shield.

I forgot that among the mysterious magic branches, there is a family of white magic who have served the gods for generations, are proficient in summoning spirits and are good at breaking formations with arrows.

Second, you will have arrangements for normal aftermath, but for abnormal aftermath, you can assign people with mysterious bloodlines from nearby organizations to help you.

The mess at Seymour's place won't end so soon, there will be more messes to come, you have plenty of time to clean up the mess."

Karasuma Soshin, who was lying on the sofa, paused and suppressed the discomfort in his heart and the cough that was rising in his throat.

The already cold tone dropped even further.

"Third, I think you, Gin, who never remembers the names of dead people, should still remember that I participated in this mission as a remote support.

If you really want me to take care of it, that's not impossible."

"As long as you can accept the aftermath of my actions."

Aftermath can be said to be both troublesome and simple.

Dealing with clues of whereabouts that may lead to exposure during a mission is undoubtedly a time-consuming, labor-intensive and troublesome task.

But getting rid of the people who carry out the task can actually achieve the same or even better results.

After all, everyone is dead. No matter how many clues there are, they will come to a standstill when all the relevant people die.

And compared to the cumbersomeness of the former, the latter is much simpler.

At least for Karasuma Soshin, this can be said to be a fairly simple matter.

Even if the person doing the post-investigation is a master of reasoning like Yusaku Kudo, he can ensure that things are done perfectly.

Gin, who originally wanted Whiskey to help him judge the direction of the situation more accurately, immediately heard the hidden meaning of Karasuma Soshin's words.

Without waiting for him to speak again, Gin quickly cut off this dangerous topic and directly switched the communication channel. It was obvious that he didn't want to continue chatting with Karasuma Soshin.

The senior code members scattered in different places in Seymour, who kept in touch through headset communications, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then continued to be busy.

Haibara Ai, who listened to the whole thing with her heart tense, also let out a sigh of relief.

Whiskey's aftermath. Even though Whiskey's tone was as calm as ever when he said this, she could feel murderous intent just by listening to it.

If we really hand it over to him, I'm afraid that this place, which is already filled with a strong smell of blood, will be stained with even more blood.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the flowing moonlight tried to retain the mist that insisted on leaving. The hazy beauty between the mist and the moon made Mao Lilan, who noticed this scene, amazed.

But then, she noticed an unusually fearful aura coming from Haibara Ai beside her.

Before she could turn her head to look, a thin little hand suddenly grasped the hem of her skirt.

Feeling the slight tremor coming from the hem of the skirt, Mouri Ran raised her hand and covered it, warming up Haibara Ai's slightly cold hand little by little.

It also warmed up Haibara Ai's heart, which had suddenly fallen into an ice cellar, little by little.

"Four Roses, first of all, congratulations on finding your true soul's home."

Karasuma Soshin, who also chose to switch the communication channel and had a private chat with Haibara Ai, lowered his voice.

The discomfort and discomfort brought by the high fever made him frown a little, but his steady tone did not let Huibara Ai on the other end of the communication notice it at all.

It only made her feel endless fear.