The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

Kazama Yardan has been following Kuroro for a week.

Kuroro set the entire Yokohama as a game field for two people to chase, and those living people in Yokohama became the props of the game.

Kuroro let Kazama Yardan watch those people die in front of his eyes.

The shopping malls that Kazamain Ran and his family have visited together, the amusement parks they have visited together, their favorite izakaya and ramen shops, the streets they would walk on when they return home...the places that make up Kazamain Ran’s daily life are all exploding reduced to ruins.

And the girl who works in the convenience store, the proprietress of the izakaya, the staff of the shopping mall, the wife who kindly taught Oda Sakunosuke how to raise children, the neighbors in the same block, and the people who are familiar with Kazama Yard and have intersected, crying Pain died in front of him.

The flames engulfed Kazama Yardan's daily life, and everything that constituted his happy memory was gradually collapsing.

Kuroro smiled and asked Kazama Yardan: "Is this what you are after?"

"It's really disappointing, Kazama Yardan... No, Wuming, you haven't learned your lesson yet, and you're still chasing things that don't belong to you."

The cross hangs high, and the gods are merciful.

"Look, Wuming, these things are too fragile to withstand a blow, and you are about to lose everything again soon."

Kuroro's voice was low, and the voice of asking Kazama Yardan was whispering like the evil god who brought purgatory to the world.

"You seem to be living with someone outside the darkness again? What's his name, Oda Sakunosuke, Fukurohui...is that the name?"

Kuroro's low laughter burst out from his chest, full of malice: "Have you forgotten the fate of Professor Kazama, nameless?"

Kazamain Lan's pupils constricted.

The flames burned along his palm, and he pulled out a bloody long knife full of flesh and blood from the flames, roaring and pounced on Kuroro.

In the neighborhood that had long been reduced to ruins in the explosion, Kuroro walked with ease between the blades of wind.

He looked at the irritated and furious Kazama Yardan, raised his eyebrows and smiled happily: "After ten years of separation, your mind ability has also changed. I remember you used to be a materialization department?"

"But this fighting spirit..." Kuroro's dark eyes couldn't see the light, he turned around gracefully and sideways to the edge of the knife, and then quickly rubbed his body and followed the arc of the long knife to approach Kazama Yard Lan, his voice carried Seriously.

"Wu Ming, look at every move you've made against me now, which one doesn't bear the mark of Meteor Street?"

Kuroro quickly clasped Kazama Yardan's wrist holding the long knife with his palm, put his other hand on his shoulder, restrained his movement, and said, "You were so angry once, thinking that I took everything from you , In order to get revenge on me, he even chased me for ten years, causing the Phantom Troupe to suffer heavy losses."

"But Wuming, admit it, people like you can't survive like ordinary people at all!" Kuroro's voice was harsh: "Because of the deaths of those unrelated people, you blamed everything on me, let I also lost everything in the explosion at the Laika ruins!"

"Wuming, your attitude of disregarding the friendship between Meteor Street and us, and even turning your back on Meteor Street, is really... too ugly."

Kuroro sneered: "Everything I lost, I will find it myself - before that, I will not kill you, I will let you watch, how you lost everything again, and me. "

"No one can take anything away from me."

Lan Kazama turned her head slightly, and slowly grinned ferociously towards Kuroro, who was close at hand: "The deaths of you and the Phantom Troupe are to comfort those lives who died in vain because of you, and there is no grievance in the slightest. "

"Thousands of teachers and students from Imperial University, and more than a dozen editors and reviewers from the publishing house." In Lan Kazama's eyes were burning with deep-seated hatred: "Everything I own died in the fire because of you." .”

"And this time, Kuroro." His words were loud and loud: "I won't let you hurt Oda Sakunosuke any more."

In the palm held by Kuroro, the long knife suddenly disappeared, and then appeared out of thin air behind Kuroro, pointing menacingly at the position of Kuroro's heart.

However, Kuroro, who was almost fatally injured by the same move as early as in Tokyo, was already prepared.

The moment the blade touched his back, the mind ability was triggered.

Kazama Yonlan's whole body was hit by a powerful fist wind, and he staggered for a few steps before barely losing his strength and standing still.

The bloody broken knife was sent flying, and Kuroro lifted it into his hand and turned it upside down, then smiled: "Sure enough, you were the one who prevented me from taking away the Wujo ability in Tokyo before, and finally pierced through me. The heart is also you."

Kazamain Lan raised her eyes and looked at Kuroro coldly.Blood flowed down his forehead into his eyes and then slid down, staining half of his face red like weeping blood.

Immediately, the bloody broken knife turned into flames in Kuroro's hands "hoo!", burning and devouring along with the thought power he showed.

Kuroro made a decisive decision, and used [absolute], one of the four foundations of the ability of mind, to isolate all his mind power.

The flame then gradually extinguished.

"The feeling I had at that time was really not an illusion." Kuroro looked at Lan Kazama and said, "It wasn't any ability or physical skill. The knife suddenly changed its position and appeared behind me."

"Ten years ago, in the ruins of Laika... did you get the real treasure of Laika?"

There was a warm smile on the corner of Kuroro's lips, and his voice was soft but harsh: "The last king of Laika who seized the authority of the gods, does his coffin really contain the authority of the gods of space? secret?"

Kazama Yulan sneered: "You wanted to kill me in the ruins, but you didn't expect me to explode my mind ability and cause an explosion."

"Kurolo, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

"Those who died, their hatred will be appeased by your death."

At this moment, Kuroro suddenly saw the figure of the young man who ruthlessly killed a bloody road leading to the outside world on Meteor Street many years ago from Kazama Yardan in front of him again.

——At that time, although Wuming refused to join the Phantom Troupe, he was on the same road with them.

It's a pity that Wuming naively longed for the life of the so-called ordinary people, and forgot all the skills in the dark that he relied on to survive, and it became no longer interesting.

After many years, across two worlds.

Once again, Kuroro saw the sharp and powerful figure of the young man who had no name and simply named himself anonymous.

what……

Really, long time no see, my old friend.

The deep laughter resounded in Kuroro's chest, causing a shock.

"In that case." Kuroro smiled and raised his eyes, his handsome face was filled with interest and anticipation.

"Then work hard, nameless."

Kuroro stepped back, using the cover of his mind ability to quickly jump several times to widen the distance.

His clear voice gradually receded in the air.

"Come and see, it's you or me who lost everything this time."

It wasn't until Kuroro's figure disappeared that the ability to bind Kazama Yonlan disappeared.

Kazama Yardan let out a low snort, and a stream of black blood dripped from the corner of his lips.

I just hit my mind ability, but also superimposed the mind ability poison...

Kazama Yardan raised her hand indifferently, wiping the blood from her lips.

The flames burned on his body immediately, quickly burning away the remaining thoughts on his body.

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When Kuroro returned to the underground temporary base, Fyodor was looking at the monitoring screen on the computer screen with his head propped up, looking relaxed and happy.

"Osamu Dazai of the Port Mafia...what an interesting guy."

Hearing the slight movement, Fyodor said to his benefit partner without raising his head: "I checked his information. Although he is still a young man, he has already had a lot of brilliant experiences. Can he be in the It is really rare to meet such a person in Yokohama, and I began to feel a little bit of fun."

"If the plan is always carried out smoothly, although it saves worry, it also loses a lot of fun, making people so boring that they don't have much energy."

Fyodor smiled and said: "Osamu Dazai seems to have learned something about us. From yesterday to now, six explosion sites have been cracked by the port mafia."

"Ran Kazamain is now shrinking in the port mafia, willing to be an ordinary member of mediocrity. However, I have seen the scene where Osamu Dazai and Lan Kazama went home together before. They not only know each other, but also have a good relationship."

While Kuroro answered Fyodor casually, he raised his hand and took off his suit and shirt one by one.

"I guess the six explosion sites that were cracked were all arranged by me."

Ku Luoluo said: "Kazama Yardan chased me for ten years, and spent many years with me when I was young. In my last life, except for him who was willing to shrink in the library of the Imperial University as an ordinary person In those years of absence, it can be said that he has always appeared by my side. We know each other well, whether it is the style of acting or the ability to read."

"If he told Osamu Dazai about my thinking, it would not be difficult for the port mafia to crack my plan."

Fyodor turned around after hearing the words, and saw Kuroro with his bare upper body dealing with black and purple marks and hideous wounds on his body.

There were not only knife wounds on his body, but also scars left by the flames.

"Have you met Kazamain Lan?" Fyodor raised his eyebrows: "He was able to hurt you, so he deserves to be said to be the ruthless person who pierced your heart with a knife in Tokyo."

Kuroro quickly healed his wound, and walked over to look at the computer screen in front of Fyodor.

"Don't worry, the backup plan has been activated in time, and the port mafia cannot escape the chain explosion of children and mothers."

The tacit understanding of partners for many years allowed Fyodor to see Kuroro's thoughts at a glance, and he answered first before he asked.

"Also, there is a clue to the Lycra ruins you have been looking for."

Fyodor handed over a thick stack of papers.

Impressively stamped on it was the seal of [Tokyo High School of Magic and Magic Collection].

"Not long ago, it seemed that an important person in Tokyo's magic circle died. Therefore, those magicians were looking for the Laika ruins, and wanted to use something in the ruins to replace the dead person."

Fyodor said: "The members of [Rats of the Dead House] who stayed in Russia tortured the conjurer who was sent to Russia and got this information. So I took advantage of the confusion and entered the Conjuration High School, Kill the bookkeeper and bring these back."

Kuroro was surprised, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Laika...the god of space."