The Visible Falling Valley-kun

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Yokohama, 11:30pm.

Toru Amuro pushed the door and entered the house with the packed dinner.

It was snowing heavily outside, so he took off the already wet scarf and coat and hung them up, then poured the omelet rice that had condensed together because it was too cold into a porcelain bowl, stuffed it into the microwave oven, adjusted the time, and went into the bathroom Get ready for a hot shower.

To be honest, the condition of this apartment is not very bad, the room facilities are all available, and there is water, electricity and gas supply.If it wasn't at the junction of the two gangs, it would always be involved in such and other things. With the little money Amuro earned at the time, it was impossible to rent this place.

Although the bottom-level operatives of the organization are peripheral members in name, in fact, most of them are veterans on the road who hold multiple positions or steal private jobs.It's not uncommon for people like Toru Amuro to join in and focus on climbing, but at least there are not many people who joined with him in the same batch as far as he knows so far.

Turning off the faucet, Toru Amuro stroked his wet bangs and walked out, paused in front of the bathtub before drying the water with a towel and putting on his clothes.

[Not together? 】

Lying in the clean and shiny bathtub was a smoky gray male ghost with uncoordinated hands and feet drooping. It was covered in pimples, its abdomen was swollen strangely, and there was a shape like a baby's crying face on it.It opened its mouth with only a few teeth, and stared at him with a strange grin.

The smoke on it is pure gray.

Amuro put on his clothes and went out of the bathroom, and the microwave oven just made a "ding" sound, reminding him that it was time to come out.

The aroma of omelet rice lingered on the tip of the nose, Toru Amuro poured himself a cup of warm water and started eating.

Most of the rice grains that have been reheated are dry and sticky to the teeth, and the sauce is not very good. It can only barely get an average evaluation.

Even so, Toru Amuro ate up everything.He has been spinning for several days, eating very perfunctorily, and he will not waste it when he can finally eat decent rice.

It has been more than a year since he was upgraded from a low-level operative to a mission screening and dispatching person, and Toru Amuro has more or less collected intelligence on a lot of organizations in his own way.

Organization members are mainly divided into three categories, core members, middle-level members, and bottom-level members like him.

His current position is already the limit of the position of the lower-level members. If he wants to advance to the middle-level and obtain a code name, it depends on whether he can complete the assessment task in half a month.

The organization has existed for many years, and the boss has not shown his face for many years, and a young man like him who has joined the organization for less than two years has never heard of the other party.

The current organization is mainly managed by two people, the information is owned by Rum, and the operation is owned by Gin.These two code members can be said to be the second in command of power in the organization, and everyone knows them more or less.

Yokohama is the jurisdiction of Rum.

Toru Amuro positioned himself as an action member at the beginning, and he had enough confidence in his skills and vigilance.But these days in Yokohama made him change his mind. Although he was a little unwilling, his appearance was indeed too prominent. It is not a good thing to be conspicuous as an operator.

So he decided to accept intelligence-related tasks, and after success, he obtained a code name and sneaked into the organization as an intelligence officer.

The rest depends on his own efforts.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a gentle knock on the door from outside the wooden door, and Amuro's eyes froze.

It's midnight now, who could it be?what purpose?

He took the gun from behind the couch, pinned it to his back, and got up to open the door.

There were no peepholes on the wooden door of the old apartment, so he turned slightly sideways to leave a room for movement, and opened the door.

The red-haired young man outside the door was still wearing the off-white long trench coat, holding an iron pot in his hand, and a faint fragrance wafted from it.

Seeing him open the door, the corners of the red-haired young man's mouth slightly raised into a smile that didn't seem like a smile.

"Mr. Amuro, good evening."

33

Toru Amuro didn't know much about the red-haired young man who lived across from him, except that he had greeted him when he first moved in, and knew that his surname was Oda.

But the other party's identity is definitely not simple, and Toru Amuro discovered this at the first glance.

Whether it is the body shape that can be seen at a glance, or the coldness that comes with walking, Toru Amuro found out that the other party is not easy.

More importantly, in a living hell like Yokohama, the resentment on his body was so heavy that he could even notice it a few streets away. How could this be a normal person?

But now, this person is standing at his door with a strange appearance.

He glanced at the resentment on the young man's body, and after confirming that the other party had not moved, he let go of the hand holding the gun behind his back.

Toru Amuro looked at him unexpectedly, and laughed, "Mr. Oda? What's the matter with you so late?"

Oda handed the pot directly in front of him, with seriousness on his serious face, "Mr. Amuro, Merry Christmas. This is the curry I made myself, for you. And..."

The red-haired young man stood facing him and lowered his head slightly, the sincerity in his voice surprised Amuro.

"Thank you for saving Shinji last time! I always wanted to thank you!"

Toru Amuro didn't expect this reason, and was a little surprised for a while.

That was two months ago.Toru Amuro accepted the task of killing the mouth, and killed the target neatly in the alley.When he was about to leave after checking that there were no mistakes, he heard whimpering in the trash can not far away.

There were no grudges and ghosts there. Amuro walked over and lifted the lid of the trash can, and saw a dirty little boy sitting inside holding a book. He was so frightened that his face was covered with tears and dirty Xi covered his mouth with his hand.After seeing him, she was so frightened that she threw herself into the garbage dump.

The task has been completed, and besides, there is no such thing as killing people in a place like Yokohama.

Toru Amuro lifted the boy out of the trash can.

"Give me an address, and I'll take you there."

The boy was taken aback, glanced at him, then lowered his head in fear and hugged the book in his arms tightly.

At that moment, Toru Amuro seemed to see the shadow of the boy in the boy.

The lonely child who always hid from the crowd as a child.

Sighing inwardly, Toru Amuro knelt down and approached the boy, "I won't kill you."

The boy trembled even more, but he still stammered a place.

It's a nearby street.

Toru Amuro stood up and lifted the boy up, "Then let's go."

After placing the boy at the intersection, Toru Amuro was about to leave, but the shivering boy grabbed him by the corner.

"..." Amuro looked at the boy speechlessly.

The boy raised his cat-like face, looked at him with sincere eyes, and said, "Brother, stop doing bad things. I don't think big brother is a bad person. My family told me to be a good person!"

"Big brother! My name is Shinji! Thank you for not killing me! Goodbye!" The boy smiled and ran away waving at him.

Back to the present, Toru Amuro was standing at the entrance holding the iron pot that Oda forcefully gave him, and the other party left after talking to him.

I didn't expect that the guardian the boy mentioned was Mr. Oda.

Amuro put the pot on the dining table, opened the lid, and the unusually spicy taste made him sneezed unconsciously.

He put the lid back on, no matter if the other party had good intentions or another purpose, he would never put this pot of "good intentions" in his mouth.

Yokohama is one place where you can never be too careful.

He is now Toru Amuro, not the public security policeman Jiang Gu Ling.

Christmas carols were sung in the street to celebrate the holiday, and laughter came from the windows.

Amuro leaned against the window and looked down at the colorful lights on the street, then stretched for a moment and walked towards the bedroom.

Tomorrow will be busier, so I have to go to bed early tonight.

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TBC