After seeing off the elementary school students, Tsushima Shuji slowly walked out of the fast food restaurant.
"Thank you for your hard work." Toru Amuro patted Tsushima Shuji on the shoulder with deep sympathy.
It’s not easy to educate primary school students’ emotions and psychology.
Detective Tsushima who is trusted by everyone.
Shuji Tsushima: ...But your gloating over misfortune can no longer be suppressed, Bourbon.
"It's time to go to the traitor's side." Bourbon said while stroking the steering wheel with one hand.
"Ah." Shuji Tsushima said in a lazy voice.
"Kaa, you actually listen to Gin's words." Scotland smiled.
"There's nothing I can do about it. After all, I'm considered a guardian." Tsushima Shuji said weakly.
and……
Very boring.
Then find something to do.
After the car stopped at an intersection not far from the house where Yuan Jiaming lived, the three people got out of the car.
Walking towards the original Jiaming's house.
After arriving at the door, Shuji Tsushima stretched out his hand and opened the door lightly and quietly.
Stepping into the room silently.
Bourbon and Scotland, who stayed at the door, remained alert, paying attention to whether other people would suddenly appear around them.
Once it appears...
It’s time to send the other person on the road together.
No sound came from the room, it was as quiet as if no one was inside.
"Come in." The young man's deep and cold voice came.
Bourbon and Scotland looked at each other, entered the room, and closed the door.
There was another reason why they didn't go in with Kaa.
It was Gin who had sent a notice to the two of them that they were not allowed to help Kaa kill people this time. In other words, this traitor must be killed by Kaa himself.
After walking through the entrance hall, I saw the traitor of the organization lying on the ground, with one hand covering his neck that was bleeding continuously, his pupils widened, and he made a "ho ho" sound as he struggled.
The young man stood next to the traitor, holding a pure black pen in his hand. At this moment, blood beads were dripping from the tip of the pen.
He was just so quiet and expressionless as he watched the traitor on the ground die completely.
turned into a corpse.
From the time the boy entered the room to the time he called out Bourbon and Scotland to come in, it didn't take more than a minute in total.
"A very clean technique." The blond man applauded appreciatively.
Using a pen to cut the aorta and trachea on the opponent's neck also completely deprived the opponent of the ability to speak for help.
This is not something you can do on your first try.
How many people's necks did Kaa cut using this method?
Moreover, even though you could have chosen to kill the opponent with a more useful dagger or gun, the reason why you chose a pen instead... What is the reason?
"Ah, because I thought it would be more interesting. Look, aren't you starting to get curious?" Tsushima Shuji said in a pleasant tone.
"Besides, if you use a pen to kill someone, Bourbon and Scotland can do it, right?" The young man came to the computer in the room and sat down. He naturally took out a napkin from the table and wiped himself.
pen.
"...We usually don't kill people with pens." Scotland thought for a while and said.
After all, it is actually a bit troublesome to carry a more convenient weapon with you and use a pen.
"Hey~ I can try it next time. It feels different from using a dagger."
As the boy spoke, he wiped the pen clean and put it back into his breast pocket.
Then he put on gloves and started checking the computer.
A password is required to enable it.
The young man's ten fingers tapped out commands one after another on the keyboard with ease.
Bourbon and Scotland also put on gloves and checked whether there were any suspicious items in the room.
In other words, it is to check whether this traitor, who is a peripheral member of the organization, has left any items outside the computer that hint at the existence of the organization.
The glowing green code on the computer was refreshing rapidly.
A black progress bar soon appeared.
【1%——100%】
The numbers are in red.
The process of increasing progress little by little is like the scene of gradually pouring blood into a black pipe.
When half of the originally dark progress bar turned red, someone knocked on Yuan Jiaming's door.
Bourbon and Scotland stopped rummaging and looked out the door with the same gaze.
"Ah...it seems that Mr. Kisaragi has arrived." The young man sat on the chair in front of the computer and turned around leisurely.
"Ahem..." He suppressed his voice and cleared his throat.
"Who?" Then he raised his voice and shouted.
The voice that came out was exactly the same as Yuan Jiaming's.
"It's me." An old voice came from outside the door.
"Wait a moment, I'll be here soon." The young man continued to use Yuan Jiaming's voice.
"Go and open the door, Bourbon, but..." Then he whispered to Bourbon in his own voice.
"You have to be a little more careful." His tone was unclear.
"By the way, just knock him out and save his life." The young man reminded him as if he had suddenly thought of it.
Bourbon looked at Shuji Tsushima and walked towards the door.
The moment he opened the door, an icy cold light appeared. Bourbon subconsciously turned sideways to avoid the dagger stabbing his heart, stretched out his hand to pull the person outside the door in, and then closed the door with his backhand.
Ruyue Fengshui saw the corpse lying on the porch, a man with black hair and blue eyes standing aside, and a young man sitting in front of the computer with his back to him, smiling at him.
His eyes suddenly widened.
Before he had time to think about the relationship, he was knocked unconscious by a palm from the person behind him.
"What's the use of keeping him?" Bourbon looked at the unconscious old man lying on the ground and asked the young man.
"Maybe... it's because it's fun?" Tsushima Shuji thought for a while and answered uncertainly.
The progress bar on the computer behind me has completely turned red.
[Clear progress 100%]
"That's done, take Mr. Kisaragi with you and let's leave." Shuji Tsushima shut down the computer, put away the paper on which he wiped the pen, and stood up.
"Hiroki's plane is almost here." He said in a relaxed tone.
Without even looking at the body on the ground, he stepped over the bloodstains on the ground and walked briskly to the door.
"How...are we going to take this person away?" Bourbon and Scotland looked at the moon-like figure on the ground, thinking about their plan.
"As for the elderly, it's okay for young people to support them occasionally." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand.
He bent down and picked up the hand stick that Ruyue Fengshui had dropped aside.
Then he took out something that looked like a small white porcelain cup from Ruyue Fengshui's body.
The gloved hand split the porcelain cup into two parts and placed it next to Yuan Jiaming's body.
Bourbon and Scotland, on the other hand, supported Ruyue Fengshui, who was in a coma, and left.
Shuji Tsushima took out an injection from the trunk and without saying a word, injected it firmly into the unconscious Kisaragi Hosui.
"It will probably allow him to sleep for three days." Tsushima Shuji estimated the effectiveness of the medicine.
"Just throw it in the trunk." Then he said to Bourbon and Scotland.
Anyway, it’s almost time for the other party to wake up tomorrow, well... it’s impossible to wake up naturally.
The only way to wake them up is by giving them medicine.
So Bourbon and Scotland packed their bodies into the rather spacious trunk, and even put them in a position that would make the other person sleep more comfortably.
"Let's go pick up Hiroki." The young man sat in the right back seat and ordered lazily.
It doesn't look like he killed someone with his own hands ten minutes ago.
He even hummed a song softly.
"Death is dead, death is dead..."
(I really want to die, I really want to die, just quietly...)
"It hurts the hand, it is brown, it is dirty, it is stained, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, it is cut, and it is cut..."
(The wrist I injured accidentally turned brown without realizing it. I closed my eyes tightly, and even if the morning light filtered through the gap in the curtain, I couldn't notice it.)
The young man sang the melancholy lyrics in a lighthearted and cheerful tone.