For the second week, I became a vest monster

The night is not yet deep, but there is only the sound of wind and shallow breathing in my ears.The room was lit with orange-yellow halo lights, which descended from the ceiling layer by layer.

Kurosawa sat on the bed with a book in his hands, flipping through the pages one by one, while looking at the clock on the wall from the corner of his eye.

Glenlivet took off his coat, opened the window of their room, held the window sill with his hand, and jumped out as lightly as a cat.It is somewhat inconvenient to do things without moonlight, but time is tight, and there is no time to pick on these.

The target this time is just an ordinary person... Matsutani Ya doesn't care about killing people, but Nagazuka Shuxing came out of the police academy after all.

The dagger stuck into the gap between the bricks, and the slightly pried stone sand slid down, quietly blending into the dust in the corner of the wall.Glenlivet's hand was very steady, and it seemed no more difficult to insert the blade into the crack of the masonry than to send it from the ribs to the heart.He plunged the dagger in, pulled it out again, and slid alternately from the third floor to the ground.

They deliberately chose a brick house and chose the location of the room.According to the plan, Glenwalt was supposed to pry open the window of the room from outside the second floor and kill the sleeping target.But he fell to the ground, avoiding the dead leaves, and sneaked into an unknown corner.

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It doesn't look too bad.

It is almost impossible to get a killer to give up killing.The thirst for blood and the instinct to kill have long been twisted and intertwined, intricately entrenched here.Just like a knife was born for fighting, no one would ever be so bored as to ask a knife, why did you commit the crime of hurting something else?

Because knives are born that way.But when he saw another pair of equally penetrating dark green eyes, which he had not seen for a long time, he felt confused.

There is no reason not to kill, and there is no reason to kill. What is the difference between the two?Why is he wielding a knife, why is he bathing in blood, why is he living alone in the world?

He couldn't find the answer, he lost the reason to swing the knife.

So tonight, he didn't come to kill people.

Matsutani appeared here just to try.He still remembers a long time ago, when his only wish was to lie on the roof with his younger brother, watch the stars and wait for the dawn.

Let's just say it's a wish.

Kurosawa listened attentively, and there was no obvious sound of glass breaking or heavy objects falling to the ground outside the window, which means that at least so far, the plan is going smoothly.

He didn't expect Glenlivet's method to be so slanted... Climbing down from the outer wall with only two daggers without using a rope requires not only skill, but also enough courage and calmness.

But maybe he didn't even care about his own life.Kurosawa turned another page of the book, quite bored.

This is the drama book that Glenlivet threw to him from the bookshelf. Normally, he would be happy to use it to pass the time, but it's a pity that this is not a good time.

There was a knock on the door.Kurosawa Jin quickly inspected the bulge of the quilt, then turned the book over to the head of the bed, got up and opened the door.

"Hello, kid, this is the wine your parents ordered." The pretty girl at the door was holding a plate in her hand.Seeing that it was a child who opened the door, a look of disappointment flashed across her face, and her plain fingers quickly stuffed a small colorful card under a dinner plate.

Kurosawa understood what the delicate smile on the woman's gorgeous face meant.He took his hands out of his pockets, took the plate with both hands, and when he said thanks, he turned around and put it on the table, and slammed the door neatly, looking like a child who had a conflict with his brother.

This reaction should not be too abnormal. Anyway, they will evacuate immediately after completing the task, and it is unlikely that they will need to face the police.Kurosawa poured the wine into the decanter, sat back on the bed by himself, and picked up the book again to read.

...Has Glenlivet been gone for a little too long?

At this time, a sharp call pierced the night sky.

"what!"

Heisawa frowned, and there was a slight sound from the window. He held the wooden warehouse in his pocket and looked up. Glenwaite put one hand on the window sill, and rolled in in the night.

It didn't look like he was squatting down to the target.But Kurosawa still tilted his head, and a puzzled syllable came out of his throat.

Glenlivet ignored him, put on his coat neatly, and took care of the situation. He frowned slightly when he noticed the ruby ​​red wine in the decanter on the table and the faint fragrance of mellow mash.

The police came.

He seized the time to deal with the details of staying outside the room, and tried to keep his words succinct: "Good job. The person is not in the room, the hotel lost something, and we will leave after the business is done."

Kurosawa knew that it was not time to ask more questions, and there was a knocking sound at the door. Glenlivet stuffed the wooden warehouse into his coat, put the dagger close to his body, and Kurosawa opened the door with a book in his hand.

Standing outside the door were the waiter who just came to deliver the wine and a few unfamiliar faces. Seeing the door opened, the head waiter said softly, "You two, all the thefts happened in the hotel just now..."

"Why, you still want to search our room?" Kurosawa interrupted her with a cold face. The target was not among this group of people, and there was no obvious anxious expression on their faces, so the owner was not here.

"No, no, we just hope that everyone can go to the restaurant together..."

"Understood." The one who rescued them was Matsutani Ya. The black-haired man walked to the door and stood in front of the Kurosawa formation. His tone was not gentle, but there was no obvious coldness at all. "We will go down later."

After dismissing the people at the door, Matsutani poured wine into the goblet and handed it to Kurosawa Jin who was holding the book.

"Isn't it an accident to go down?" Kurosawa Jin didn't have a family instruction not to drink, so he closed the book and put it aside, "Judging from their tone, those guys from the Metropolitan Police Department won't be able to come for a while."

He quite liked this type of red wine, shaking it slightly, watching the light fluctuate on the jewel-colored wine.

Matsutani knelt down and straightened his collar with gentle movements, but what he said had a coldness that was completely opposite to gentleness: "Don't you think this is like a trap?"

Kurosawa suddenly raised his hand and put it on Glenwaite's wrist, his dark green eyes stared at his Adam's apple, his pupils narrowed slightly, and even his breathing stopped for a moment.

What does Granville mean?

"Go down and have a look." Glenlivet turned his wrist lightly, allowing Kurosawa Jin's hand to slide down with force, took the goblet he was holding in the other hand, and drank the wine in one gulp.

He felt that other forces present were interfering in this matter.Instead of grabbing the wine glass, Kurosawa straightened his neckline, as if this could drive away the instinctive fear of being threatened by others that was fatal just now.

Wait, he remembered that Glenlivet never drank...

"Put away your things yourself." The elder noticed the colorful little card on the plate, and pushed it in front of Kurosawa.

……

Not getting rid of this thing must have been the biggest mistake he made today.

Kurosawa looked at the small card held in Glenwaite's hand and opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while.