[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

"Accept the strange man's high praise, Aluki, what are you thinking!!!!"

When he met the murderer, he didn't have time to draw his sword, but after the incident, he almost killed the main body. Tsukimi, who was sitting obediently around Hasebe, collapsed.

"Even if the other party helped me just now, holding it high or something..."

There is no sense of crisis!

On the other side, in the sniper duo who had already left, there was a similarly collapsed face.

"So, what are you thinking about!"

Chianti's tone was extremely weak. Although he knew that his partner was a model of inconsistency, and his inner love for small animals did not match his tough guy appearance at all, but today is really...

It's fine to save people, after all, the murderous intent is so obvious, she would be conditioned to change it, but the last request is really...

"He actually agreed."

Thinking of the scene she saw before, the female killer's face was filled with disbelief.

An ordinary young master, no, any ordinary boy would not agree to such a rude request, would he?And there is no reluctance, the smiling face is super cooperative, and it seems to be very interesting.

"It turned out to be a natural thing!"

Touching the white-haired little rabbit doll in his pocket, and the cheerful little flowers floating in the background along the way, Cohen spoke much more smoothly.

"cute."

A word without beginning and end, only Chianti, who has been his partner all year round, can understand what he means.

"Is it just for this, although it's really cute."

Wait, is that an excuse?

Chianti squinted, but saw his partner's footsteps fluttering in contentment, and couldn't help sighing.

Forget it, anyway, the result is okay.

It's also very boring to always go out on missions to kill people.

It is also a very good thing for people like them to have such an experience.

Chianti looked at the fallen cherry blossom petals on the street, put his hands under his head, and whistled like a girl.

It's not beautiful, but the brisk voice seems to be able to reach the sky.

"Calm down, Hasebe."

On the other side, she tried her best to appear obedient, but it didn't seem to have a soothing effect at all, Yuejian Weilan rolled her eyes and said.

"I don't know if the media has said hello, after all, you can't bring trouble to people!"

In addition to holding high, the two—mainly Chianti—also made a request not to expose them, and Yue agreed immediately after meeting.This is not difficult for him, and he thinks it is understandable.

Hasebe, who calmed down (diverted his attention) after encountering a serious matter, couldn't hear his Aluki speaking in such a worried tone, and immediately begged for his life.

"I'll take a look, Aluki, please sit here obediently, obediently, and don't run around."

Moonlight smiled and nodded.

Ah, I said it twice!

"Ghost lamp-san, Kyoko."

As soon as Hasebe was leaving, the ghost lamp who had been in charge of the behind-the-scenes work came over, followed by a teary-eyed and terrified orange-haired girl who wanted to pounce on him immediately.

——It's not that she doesn't want to pounce, but that she has already tried, but failed.

The collar was still held in the hand of the ghost lamp, and the big man who was convincing with physics led the girl, as if he was carrying a little chick lightly, and his muscular arms didn't seem to be strenuous at all.

"It looks fine."

Gui Deng glanced at Yuejian who was neatly dressed and her hair was not messed up, and nodded.

"Yue, Yue Jian-kun QAQ"

The face was full of tears in capital letters, the girl sniffed, and the turbulent tears wished to drown Yue Jian's whole body.

"Do not worry."

He beckoned to the tearful girl, Gui Deng clicked his tongue, let go of his hand, and Kyoko went straight out, hugging Yue Jian's waist and crying loudly.

"It's great that it's okay, it scared me to death!"

Yue Jian touched the girl's hair dumbfounded, smoothed it out like a cat, thought for a while, and used the same method to divert her attention in the same way she used to treat Hasebe.

"Kyoko, I'm a little thirsty, can you get me some black tea?"

Sure enough, Mogami Kyoko, who had something to do and didn't have time to immerse herself in fright, stopped her tears in an instant, let go of Tsukimi's waist, and gave a military salute.

"Okay! Guaranteed to complete the task!"

Seeing the back of the girl going away, Yuejian heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Brother Lian and Brother Xin were transferred this time, otherwise the process would have to be repeated.

As for Brother Zhen...

Since he was not injured in such an aboveboard assassination, it was the best thing to say.Just like before, he was angry at himself for taking the initiative to contact a serial killer, but he would not blame him for someone eyeing him.

In his words, victim blaming is hopelessly stupid.

As for taking the initiative to attend the press conference, isn't that already set for a week of tight lockdown?

"The police are very relaxed!"

Picking up a chair, the ghost lamp sitting next to Yuejian looked at the policemen who rarely smiled and chatted with each other, and suddenly said this.

"Whether that person is the serial murderer or not, at least they have someone to turn in, and the pressure from above will be much easier."

Although, he has never put any pressure on him, and even sympathetically cooperated with the investigation, hoping that the Metropolitan Police Department can find the real murderer and not easily convict him.

However, sometimes when a person is in this position, even if he has said so, there will be people who, for various reasons, will put pressure on the police officer in charge of the investigation below.

Tsukimi sighed again when he thought of the frequent calls from Usami, Akashi, and Teruhashi's family during this time.

"It sounds like you don't agree with it?"

Ghost Lantern squinted at the little boy who didn't know what he was thinking, then nodded.

"I don't think this is the end of it either."

Sure enough, it was his planned future assistant, so there was a tacit understanding in this one!

It's as satisfying as a mace!

Speaking of which, the mace, which was called the evil thing among the evil things, was full of cursed beauty, and he also took a fancy to it with his own eyes, and then brought it back with his own hands.

He really hoped that the murderer was the real master. No matter what, the fewer people who died because of this, the better.

Tsukimi held her chin, recalling the frightening and fanatical gaze that the young man had looked at him before he was escorted away clutching his broken wrist, and frowned uncertainly.

"That person doesn't seem to be mentally stable. Can such a person reproduce the crime scene so carefully and without mistakes?"

When treating the young man with a serious wound on the spot before, Detective Shiratori asked for basic information such as the other party's name. He was specially trained, so Yuejian, who has sharp eyes and ears, heard some information even if he was some distance away.

"I dare not get in touch with strangers, and I can't even stammer and say my own name."

No matter how you think about it, the possibility is not high.However, the group of policemen were so happy, it seemed that such a murderer fit their inherent impression of mental illness.

"That detective Shiratori should have noticed too."

When escorting the young man away, the expression on his face did not look relaxed.

Seeing that the boy was still a little worried, Ghost Lantern patted his head comfortingly.

"Don't worry, since you already know the life of that person just now, the other side of hell can call up the other person's life, no matter whether he is the murderer or not, there can be a conclusion."

Besides, he specifically asked Yue Jian to attend this press conference, and he had no intention of catching the murderer.

But to go one step further, to irritate him.

A new technology club not far from the LME, the decoration is bright and spacious, which makes people feel relaxed. I lament the tea room in this club where the employees are treated quite well.

"Now let's break in the latest news. The well-known reasoning rookie Liushenyue who just held a press conference today was stabbed to death with a knife by an unknown man during the autograph session. Not as good as the murderer in the series of imitation cases in "Night Walk"..."

"It's great to be caught!"

"Yeah, otherwise people would be in a panic all the time."

"I don't dare to party and drink at night."

"Finally, I can relax."

"Is this what you are focusing on? Is no one paying attention to Teacher Liushen's face?"

"The appearance is very good..."

"Yes, this word is too an understatement, it's obviously a beauty in a prosperous age!"

"But we are men!"

Wearing a suit and tie, the elite-looking man spread his hands over the beautifully made-up female colleagues.

"Pay attention to how good-looking a young boy is, you will be regarded as a perverted shotacon!"

"In contrast, we would rather be called incomprehensible by you."

Men these days are still very smart.

The ladies couldn't help chuckling, they turned the press conference they had seen once, and watched it again.

Compared with the unknown killer who has been arrested and has no more information, the rich and handsome young master is more appetizing to them.

slap-

The sound of the ceramic mug falling to the marble floor was exceptionally clear, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the chat.

"Matsuo-kun?"

"Hey, the cups are all broken!"

"You didn't get burned?"

"Why are you so careless?"

A man in his thirties called Matsuo bowed and apologized to a room full of colleagues who had been disturbed by him, and patted his trousers, which were splashed with tea, in embarrassment.

"I'll go to the cleaning room next door to get tools, please don't pay attention to me, please continue."

He said so humbly, as if he didn't realize that those colleagues in the company were just saying a few words of caring.

A colleague with an average relationship just broke his own teacup, how can it compare to the topic they are focusing on now?

No one will pay attention to what this teacup is for, and it was dropped on the ground by its owner.

Just like no one knows at this time, what kind of ugly and ghost-like expression the kind Matsuo-kun is wearing at this time.

"The media are very cooperative."

As Yaki Hasebe later reported to Yuejian, whether it was because of official reasons or deeper pressure from capital, the media's coverage of this press conference could simply be used to create a harmonious society. to describe.

Film and television?good thing.

Establish a foundation?Even better!

Serial killer caught?Xidapu unrestrained fireworks!

That's right, the young man who had been detained in the Metropolitan Police Department pleaded guilty directly, and it didn't take more than ten seconds from the time he entered the interrogation room to when he opened his mouth.

Although the words are upside down and the process can be fragmented, the point is that he confessed his sins.

The police did find evidence with victim marks in his apartment.

It's a certainty.

Under such circumstances, even if the Megure Police Department and Shiratori Detective both expressed doubts about whether this person could complete such a rigorous criminal act independently, the people above might not be willing to listen.

And, the evidence is indeed abundant.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department almost couldn't wait to release the news that the serial killer had been arrested. At the same time, under the tendentious rhythm of the media, the name Teruhashi Tsukimi was infinitely weakened.

Whether it is the Internet or the self-media, the success of "Better Night Travel", the foundation's publicity, and the joy of being able to travel with confidence are overwhelming.

When everyone was happy, the only one who was angry was naturally the mastermind behind the scenes.

"That's what I said, but under such circumstances, even the black hand behind the scenes can't do anything about me, can it?"

Tsukimi sat in a bit of distress on the corridor on the side of the dojo facing the forest, with the famous sword Mikami Tsukimune on his lap.

Originally, I wanted to do sword meditation as a routine, but it turned out to be such a situation of holding the sword and talking to myself.

"When the partner or the scapegoat has already been imprisoned, and there is no other way to win the case, why is Guideng-san so sure that the other party will not do it himself?"

Yes, after they talked, it was pretty much certain that the young man was just someone being used—he might or might not have been involved in the murder, but by no means dominant.

It's very simple, that young man can't do it at all.

Tsukimi, who was in deep thought, didn't pay attention, the beautiful sword on her knee was under the gentle moonlight, a layer of clear soft light floated on the body of the knife, lightened up slightly as if it was an answer to Tsukimi's soliloquy, and then faded away go down.

"Aluki!"

Ever since the assassination happened—in fact, it just happened this afternoon, not a few hours away—Kakiri Hasebe has been paying special attention to Tsukimi's whereabouts.

It seems that as long as he is not in his eyes, something bad will happen.

Immediately afterwards there will be the stereo surround sound of 'Aluki' infinite loop.

Even if you are as patient as the moon, you will be stunned directly, and then you will unconditionally raise your hand and surrender.

Picking up the scabbard on one side, putting the sharp blade into the sheath, Tsukimi replied loudly.

"I'm in the dojo, here I come."

Actually, is it still too busy?

While pulling up the dangling calf from the corridor, Yuejian suddenly remembered the trick he used to push people away today.

You see, whether it is Akashi, Atobe, or Brother Jin, they are very busy with their own affairs, so after calling and knowing that he is fine, they will not ask too much.

Rather than pressing and cutting Hasebe, wishing to revolve around him every minute and every second.

At the beginning, when Yuejian discovered that Zhendao had this tendency, he considered whether to let him be free after he was able to be independent like a parent raising a child.

However, the conclusion is also obvious. For Hasebe, freedom is not worth even a dumpling in front of Aluki.

Therefore, Yue Jian acquiesced that Yaki Hasebe would stay by his side, and bear the weight of Fu Sangshen as a new life after he appeared in the world.

The infinite loop of 'Aluki' is also one of the costs.

"Sweet burden!"

Patting the hem of the wrinkled Taoist uniform, Tsukimi shook his head, picked up the sword, put on a smile again, and walked back to the brightly lit Teruhashi house.

Only under the moonlight, in the empty dojo, the wind chimes blown by the evening wind jingled crisply.

Like someone couldn't help but let out a chuckle from their lips.

The time quickly turned to twelve midnight.

In a place that Yue Jian didn't know, a single apartment was in the upper middle range in terms of location and decoration.

A computer has not been turned off, exuding a faint light.

Matsuo in front of the computer had already moved the cursor to the column of the website he wanted to enter. He looked at the wall clock on the opposite side, checked the time, and resolutely pressed the left button when the seedling finally pointed to the top.

In the darkness, a pair of blood-colored eyes appeared.

"Hell girl."

Matsuo took a light breath, and let out a low voice as if sighing and disbelieving.

He tried so many times before, but he didn't succeed once. He once thought that Hell Girl was just an unreliable urban legend.

Tonight was his last attempt. Unexpectedly, it actually worked.

Still a very pretty girl.

——If the time is not as quiet as it is in the eerie middle of the night, it would be considered a beautiful encounter.

However, Matsuo, who has been filled with the consequences of "harming others will eventually harm oneself" and "sending others to hell, will eventually go to hell", does not have such a charming mind.

He was holding a scarecrow with a red string in his hand, and he was almost at a loss.

Just like the analysis of Ghost Lantern and Teruhashi Tsukimi, that young man is indeed his partner and his scapegoat.

He knew the other party's action, so he finished it for him, and put the evidence in the young man's house.

Matsuo wanted Liu Shenyue, no, Teruhashi Tsuki was ruined.

This is the original intention of the so-called copycat crime.

Then, he tried his best to find out Liushenyue's real identity—seriously, many people in the publishing industry knew it, and he found it incredible—and sent it to the tabloid newspaper without receiving any money. small website.

He's really pushed hard already.

The young man would go to kill people today, and he also provided the weapon - the emerging technology company he works for has a 3D printer, and printing a dagger couldn't be simpler.

Using his own technology, he obtained an anonymous invitation letter for ordinary guests.

That was a fact that he finally understood after he found that all the fuel to the flames had been smoothed out by an invisible hand.

That is, he wanted to see Qiaoqiaoyue die, so this autograph session is the only chance.

Of course it didn't work out.

With so many bodyguards around the young master of a rich family, it is normal for him to be unsuccessful!

Matsuo caressed the scarecrow in his hand, a cold light shone in his brown eyes.

in places he doesn't know.

"Miss, is this really okay?"

Because of the previous investigation, Yimulian had the easiest task. He even pretended to be a delivery man for a while, and after installing a system, he was completely idle.So this time, he willingly turned into a scarecrow for signing a contract with hell, and was pinched by the scum in his eyes.

I have seen with my own eyes how Matsuo uses people and treats those poor and innocent women. The bone girl who is more sympathetic to the same sex is puzzled and asks Yan Moai.

"Didn't we never accept commissions from such people?"

Although she has confidence in the justice and strictness of hell, she also has great fear of the natural S level of the ghost lamp, and the bone girl's question is quite uncertain.

It is said that the object of resentment is the future assistant that Lord Ghost Lantern has always wanted?

Should... no?

Yan Moai blinked her big eyes that seemed to be flowing with the blood of a sinner, and then replied quietly after a long while.

"In the future, this rule will also be changed."

The bone girl choked up, she knew that the rules had changed, but the question was what kind of changes!

Simply, Yan Moai didn't mean to tantalize people.

"In the future, clients like Matsuo will send themselves to hell when they untie the rope and sign the contract with me."

"So this is ah!"

The bone girl who almost thought that the ghost lamp would take advantage of the situation to benefit herself was stunned for a while.

While being silent all the time, Lun Ruodao, who appeared in the appearance of an old man, laughed.

"That's right, isn't the young lady's job to exile resentment into hell, and this has achieved her goal!"

Yan Moai tapped the paper balloon that the bone girl made for her with pink fingertips, softly, seemingly carelessly and meaningfully.

"Master Ghost Lamp made this decision."