The number one heartbreaker in Hong Kong and black

"Excuse me." A familiar voice sounded behind him.

When Ryosuke Araki heard the words, he turned his head and saw the figure who had parted ways not long ago coming out of a blind corner of the hotel.

"I got rid of them." As if seeing what Araki Ryosuke was thinking, Ayatsuji pedestrian said coldly, his palms in black gloves were in his pockets, "Can you give me 10 minutes? I have something to say you say."

He didn't need to think about it to know how devastated the Ability Secret Service Division, who had lost his whereabouts at this time, was.

Although they had an order that once Ayatsuji pedestrians were out of sight, the sniper had the right to execute his life immediately, but they were still unwilling to tear up this trump card unless it was an irreparable situation.

Besides, this is not the first time Yanji Xingren has thrown off the surveillance—he has always been a very good police dog. Although it is easy for him to escape from the control of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Yanji Xingren still keeps himself in the surveillance area, even if Leaving will also give yourself a good time limit.

Now, he planned to spend 10 minutes alone with Araki Ryosuke.

10 minutes?Can.

"Let's talk about it here." Araki Ryosuke said.

Ayatsuji pedestrian glanced at Hong Jiaodong: "No, he can't listen."

There was something in his eyes, and Araki Ryosuke swallowed his refusal. He decided to listen to what the detective was going to say to him—he had a vague premonition that this conversation would change his next plan.

Ryosuke Araki thought for a while, but decided to walk towards the pedestrians of Ayatsuji, turned his head and said to Hong Jiaodong: "Can you wait for me?"

Hong Jiaodong nodded, he watched the two figures disappear side by side in the milk tea shop on the street opposite the hotel, and then walked slowly aside.

There were not many people in the milk tea shop, and Yan Tsuji walked to the seat by the window and sat down. Ryosuke Araki asked, "Do you need a drink?"

There is a hanging TV in the store, which is broadcasting the real-time situation of the parliamentarian election. The excited crowd is shouting a person's name-this young congressman is the most likely rookie to be elected, and it is likely to threaten the existence of conservatives. Araki Ryosuke glanced away and looked away. The election site is in Shizuoka, not far from here.

"No, no need." Ayatsuji pedestrian said, tapped his fingers on the table, then looked up at the sun, narrowed his eyes, "Let's get straight to the point, I know you are not as interested in nonsense as I am .”

Araki Ryosuke sat opposite him, and said directly: "I like your character."

Ayatsuji pedestrians didn't answer: "The Ability Secret Service Division requires me to submit a report on a regular basis—or in other words, a review, so that professionals can analyze my thinking and confirm that I haven't become the kind of person they think... Silly, because knowing that I can reason, it's so easy to fake, so my psychological evaluation has always been AA."

"..." Araki Ryosuke, "And then?"

Since Ayatsuji Xingren said that he doesn't like nonsense, it means that this passage contains the message he wants to convey.

"Occasionally, on a whim, I will add some literary flavor to the report, otherwise they will say that I am depressed," Ayatsuji walker said with his arms folded, his eyes were emotionless, "They want to see some humanity...so I wrote' I'm like a microbe living in a fishbowl, trapped within an inch of the world'."

"Then they asked me why it was a fish tank, was there some rebellious symbolism, was it trying to surface."

Araki Ryosuke can see how depressing Ayatsuji pedestrian's daily life is from the tip of the iceberg when he speaks.

"I answer — because I'm suffocated by living around stupid goldfish who just stare and ask 'why.'"

Sorry, Ryosuke Araki couldn't help laughing.

He smiled, and the atmosphere between the two became much more relaxed. Ayatsuji pedestrian placed the doll he brought on the table. It was a delicate girl doll with short black hair and a medical eye patch on one eye. Then he She turned her head a little, looked straight at the street, and said, "She helps us see if there are any goldfish passing by."

"I'm afraid I've disappointed you, I'm also a goldfish." Araki Ryosuke said, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

Ayatsuji pedestrian sighed, he grabbed one of the doll's hands, and waved it in the air: "Hi, there is someone here playing dumb."

"..." Ryosuke Araki couldn't help laughing, "Are you and I thinking the same thing? I heard that the Supernatural Secret Service Division is looking for a supervisor for you."

"That's right, it's easy to talk to you." Ayatsuji pedestrian said, he put down the doll, "I hope you can be my supervisor."

"I'm a cadre of the Port Mafia."

"It's just a gang organization in Yokohama." Ayatsuji pedestrian said flatly, "It's okay, I will write you in the report, and if anyone wants to trouble you after this, I will protect you."

"...?"

It sounds like Death Note.

Because he knows how terrifying Ayatsuji Xingren's supernatural power is, he can be called the detective version of Yagamitsu, and the force behind him is the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

In the eyes of the Ability Secret Service Division, the [Armed Detective Agency] is just a private detective agency in Yokohama, while the [Port Mafia] is the leader of the local gangsters. Unlike them, they represent the Japanese government, even if they are in Yokohama. Playing a corner pillar in the three-point structure of the team, it only refers to the Yokohama branch.

Ability Secret Service - a huge organization of the government, the port mafia is doing everything possible to get a business license from them.

"Why are you looking for me?" Araki Ryosuke asked.

This was the first time he had heard the words "protect you" clearly from someone else, and it had to be said that this touched him.

"Others are very afraid of me." Ayatsuji Xingren said, his eyes looked out of the window, and the angle coincided with the dolls on the table. They were the same cold, inorganic, and a void that I didn't even notice. "And you, if it's you, the Secret Service will be at ease, and I can get more free time."

Ryosuke Araki looked at the blond young man.

He is only 19 years old, but he has an adult feeling about him. He is very similar to Dazai Osamu, but more... a kind of Fyodor's breath.Ryosuke Araki didn't know when he was supervised by the government. It was probably when his supernatural power was awakened, which caused his growth trajectory to be different from that of anyone else.

—— Depression, boredom, can not be resolved.

No wonder he didn't care whether he caught the real culprit when he was solving the case in the hotel before, and he also felt very ordinary about death. To him, this was just a story.

"You're watching me again, Araki-kun." Ayatsuji pedestrian said, "Even if you see something clearly, please don't say it."

Oh……

"It's not troublesome to supervise me, I'm sure of this." Ayatsuji pedestrian said, his eyes looked at Araki Ryosuke again, this is a pair of scarlet eyes, obviously did not show any emotion, but Araki Ryosuke But he saw the trembling, "The Secret Service Division regards me as a police dog and thinks I am an obedient dog, so I probably am."

"..."

"To be honest, Araki-kun, I have no opinion on solving crimes, and I am not interested at all. Maybe the detectives want to compete, but for me, this is not a happy thing. Killing is fine, Regardless of the modus operandi or the motive of the crime, it has nothing to do with me, because the world is inherently unequal, and someone is born and someone dies, which is just as understandable as breathing."

If it weren't for the Supernatural Secret Service Division, he wouldn't have been involved in many cases.

They think that Ayatsuji pedestrians are an indeterminate bomb. Because no one can judge criminals above the law, supernatural power [accidental death] sounds like a punishment for evil deeds, which can easily trigger unsuspecting people. Therefore, they are always worried that Ayatsuji's reasoning will kill prisoners and cause social turmoil.

But in fact, Ayatsuji pedestrians have no such interest.

How ironic, the number of prisoners killed before he was supervised by the Supernatural Secret Service was actually several grades lower than after he was supervised.

They use his powers to covertly root out political enemies, rivals, and whistleblowers—

This is shameless human beings.

"One person kills another person, just like hunting in nature, the weak prey on the strong, it doesn't matter at all." Ayatsuji pedestrian said indifferently, "Although you can get a little pleasure from the terrified expression of the murderer after I point it out, but more It's like watching a clown when you're at it."

"I'm bored."

The hands moved to 10 minutes.

As soon as his voice fell, the TV screen of the milk tea shop suddenly stopped, and the screams of the crowd quickly came from the TV, as if something terrible happened, the crowd shook, and the fear almost spread from the TV to the outside. The broken voice of the media exploded in my ears.

Araki Ryosuke raised his head subconsciously, just in time to see the entire promotional plywood on the back of the young congressman fell down, directly falling from the sky and hitting him, almost unavoidable.

Everything happened so fast, without warning.

pat-

Blood splattered and fell apart, the camera shook, and almost immediately, like a water-filled bag dropped to the ground, the congressman turned into a puddle of flesh with a bang.

There was the hum of noise and the screaming of the crowd.

Beneath the display board, the legislator's exposed arm was still twitching, but it was just a nervous reflex, like the pathetic stuffed frog in a middle school textbook anatomy class.

The blood spread rapidly on the ground and flowed in front of the camera. The entire screen was gradually covered in blood, covering the tragedy like a shroud.

The movements of the customers in the milk tea shop froze, like a mime staged at the same time, I believe that any place that is watching the show will become silent because of this amazing change.

"Member Hideyoshi Masano - my God, my God!"

"How could such an accident happen, what's going on?!"

"...The screws can't be loosened?! Absolutely impossible!"

"..."

Ayatsuji pedestrians calmly looked away: "The time is up, I have to go, I don't want to cause too much psychological pressure on the incompetence of the Special Agents Division."

Ryosuke Araki didn't ask, but...Yyatsuji Xingren's performance clearly showed that it was his supernatural ability to cause accidental death, and he did it.

Conservatives use his powers to root out this rookie congressman rival.

"Don't pay too much attention to it, my supernatural ability only works on those who have killed someone." Ayatsuji pedestrian paused, and said, "This is just retribution."

He seemed to be trying to comfort him.

"...But, harming someone can be a trap, right?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians were noncommittal: "Probably."

He stood up, picked up the delicate girl doll, exuded an air of indifference, and stared at Ryosuke Araki: "I'm leaving, see you next time, I hope you can consider my invitation—I I didn't come here for a ridiculous detective competition, or for a so-called government mission, but for you, Ryosuke Araki."

"...I hope you can join the Supernatural Secret Service Division and become my supervisor, and likewise, I will protect you."

What Ayatsuji pedestrians want is not the freedom of being restrained-when a person loses this for too long, it doesn't matter.

But he didn't know what he really wanted.

"You and I are essentially the same person. Perhaps you are more indifferent than me, so you are very suitable."

It is suitable enough to make Ayatsuji pedestrians feel good... They are all monsters like dolls, manipulated by fate, but perhaps such a companion is needed to open the fish tank.

"Wouldn't it be tiring to pretend to be interested in everything?" Ayatsuji pedestrian asked, "Why should you be nice to everyone? Is it necessary?"

"..."

He left these words and walked out, leaving Ryosuke Araki sitting alone in the milk tea shop, lost in thought.