The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

Under the silent night.

The unremarkable black car was parked somewhere in Tokyo Bay. The two men in black in the front seat opened the door and got off the car. They dragged a long waterproof bag from the back seat. Not to mention getting in the car and leaving.

When he couldn't see the light of the headlights, Qiu Ze Yao jumped off the top of the container.

He watched them leave the abandoned factory with their belongings in order to confirm that there were no people following them, and then rode a motorcycle all the way to the designated location. He thought it would be slower, but he turned out to be the first to arrive.

The level of business is not so good.

He reached out and opened the zipper, revealing the top half of the body of Scotland inside, took a picture with his mobile phone and sent it to Rum.

Attachment: Nothing to identify him was found on his body.

If it weren't for him being a ghost, Qiu Zeyao would have liked to add that it was like killing a ghost, which was really unpleasant.

He could hear the sound of the ebb and flow of the sea. The wind here is much stronger than on land. He put away his mobile phone, dug out Mr. A, who had opened his eyes, from his bag, then put two stones in, and zipped up the zipper. thrown into the sea.

cold.

This is the same idea of ​​two consciousnesses.

Now the body temperature is less than 20 degrees. Duo A must be a little colder, and the joints are stiff like a rusted machine. It creaks when it moves. It is obviously impossible to expect him to change clothes by himself. Qiu Zeyao pulled the person into the container. , barely playing a wind-shielding effect.

He ripped off the other's clothes in twos and threes, then put on clean ones, and sank the blood-stained ones into Tokyo Bay as well.

The two of them huddled together like birds for warmth, walked to the place where Qiu Zeyao parked the motorcycle like conjoined twins, and left the ice cave-like place shivering.

After taking a shower in the pre-opened black hotel, Mr. A was finally full of blood and resurrected. When he came out, Qiu Ze Yao changed his clothes, put on new shoes, and threw his gloves on his clothes. He was carefully cleaning his hands.

Although it is unlikely that someone will inspect it, it is also a hidden danger to wear clothes with gunpowder residues at home. Out of prudence, he changed his clothes and disposed of the previous ones on the spot.

This is also the first time that A-jun and himself have been alone in a room in a complete sense.

He stretched out his hand and tugged at Qiu Zeyao's back collar, flattened the folds, and tidied up the white hair. He moved so smoothly that he didn't even realize that it wasn't him.

His two consciousnesses are independent of each other, but they are also inseparable at the same time. When they are in the same sight of each other, especially when they relax, their interrelated thoughts will become intertwined, such as just now.

When Mr. A saw Qiu Ze Yao's pleated collar, the consciousness belonging to the latter also received this information at the same time, and naturally gave an order to organize, which was carried out by Mr. A. It took them a while to even react to the mistake.

This kind of mistake is like when a person thinks that I am going to use the right hand and the body lifts the left hand. He needs to spend a little time to distinguish, this is the left, it should be the right, and this is the situation.

"Snapped."

Qiu Ze Yao turned around and patted the back of Jun A's hand.

It's better not to have too much contact in front of other people. Even if you have to be in the same room, try to keep a safe distance as before, otherwise he really can't explain it.

Qiu Zeyao placed Jun A near the apartment on a bicycle, and the two consciousnesses soon parted ways.

Mr. A yawned. He didn't get up early today, but yesterday because of... Qiu Zeyao and Amuro Toru's affairs, he didn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn in the early morning, and even had a dream - although I can't remember content, but he just knew—so sleep quality was poor.

Otherwise, he can still go to class for half a day today.

The black-haired boy rubbed his eyes and walked to the door with soft steps, but stopped abruptly before the key was inserted into the keyhole.

The drowsiness in his eyes was swept away, and he gently touched the pad of his finger near the keyhole. He retracted his hand and stretched it to his waist.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's revolver has sunk to the bottom of the sea, and now he is carrying the gun Qiu Zeyao used to kill him, which originally belonged to the identity of Lord A.

After all, Qiu Zeyao still has to be a policeman. Although he has done countless illegal operations during his off-duty hours, when he uses the name Qiu Zeyao, he is indeed a conscientious policeman.

The Burleigh Tower 92F, also known as the M9, has a matte polytetrachloroethylene coating that makes it look understated and unremarkable.

Mr. A pursed his lips and opened the insurance. The bullet was ready to go. He held the gun in his right hand and unlocked the lock with the key in his left.

The light was on in the living room, he thought it was Toru Amuro. Although unexpected, it is indeed possible.

And he also thought of a reason for this situation. However, Amuro would not pick the lock when he got home.

The guy who would visit at such a time, he only thought of one person, but why? What is the need for Belmod to meet a little-known person in the middle of the night?

Isn't her purpose the white ghost?

unless…

Mr. A slowly opened the door. He hoped that there was a daring thief who broke through the door, not a dangerous and mysterious woman.

"Good evening..." The woman's smiling voice mercilessly shattered his expectations.

All right. He took a deep breath and went to see what this woman was going to do, it would be great if it was to find Amuro - although he knew it was impossible.

Belmod has Amuro's contact information, but not his.

Mr. A walked to the living room with the gun in his hand, Belmod was sitting on the sofa when she came last time, and he was sitting in the seat of Amuro. He stared at the smiling woman with waveless eyes, without speaking.

The other party didn't care about his silence, and raised his hand to lightly lift a strand of blond hair, Belmod said leisurely: "This is the second time we've met, I didn't have time to say hello last time in a hurry, I hope you don't mind... Mr. Ghost. "

Mr. A: "!"

He said calmly, "My real name is not a ghost."

"Hmm, that's a good response." His expression management in terms of expressionless face was already perfect.

But the first subconscious reaction could not escape the eyes of a master performer, Belmod stood up, and the stiletto heels landed on the wooden floor and made a muffled sound, "But since I am here, what does it mean for you? I understand."

A-jun's face is cold, he can't read any information from the other party's face, and there is no way to confirm whether she is bluffing through this, but one thing is certain—

The white ghost tonight is not him, no matter how powerful Belmod is, she is only guessing at best, because this matter itself is not a fact.

"I don't understand," he said, raising his gun at Belmod as he approached, "I just know, you should go now."

"I really don't understand the style, Mr. Ghost." She didn't look like she was being pointed at by a gun, but her posture was relaxed and graceful. "I came here with good intentions. I'm here to help tonight."

Mr. A was unmoved: "I don't need any help."

"Ah, am I misunderstanding?"

The woman's tone was surprised, and her expression was indeed the opposite. She looked down at the young man on the sofa and said with a light smile, "Bourbon missed a big credit for this."

So Ley arrived, but Toru Amuro didn't show up.

"Uh..." Mr. A clenched the gun tightly, and put it down for a while, "Why did you think it was me?"

"Very simple reasoning." That's all she said.

Belmod is a group of people with the highest level of organization. What's more, the relationship with the Boss is extraordinary, and the information of the organization is seldom able to hide from her.

For example, she knew that the ghost was just a shelved idea at first, and Rum can be said to have contributed to its formation. The identity of the ghost must be inextricably linked with the latter. Starting from this point, she will determine the candidate. Among the three people, one of them died last month. She chose one of the two, and she chose the one who was the least like.

And now, she knew she was right.

Belmod walked to Jun A's side and stretched his hand to his shoulder in the latter's vigilant gaze, "Details determine success or failure, and carelessness can sometimes kill people."

She let go of her hand, and a strand of white hair fluttered in front of Mr. A.

"It's a good idea to buy a lot of hair dye at once. But it's still suspicious to use only one bottle all the time. Bourbon is not the type to be careless."

She was talking about the colorful disposable hair dyes neatly stacked in the bathroom cabinet, with a bottle clearly missing.

She felt white.

But it was actually black, and it was bought by Amuro Toru.

Mr. A: …

He wouldn't be stupid enough to do such a suspicious thing!

"Don't say unnecessary nonsense. Your purpose?" So in the end, he didn't know how he was suspected, and now it doesn't matter.

It would be a precise threat, but he obviously couldn't let Belmode know that.

Belmod sat back on the sofa, one leg over the other, a lady's cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't mean to smoke.

"You have a really good relationship with Bourbon." This was the second time she said this.

"Our relationship is not that good, are you happy?" Jun A heard what she meant, pouted, and urged again, "If there is nothing else, I want to sleep, you can come back at another time. ."

"Okay..." Belmod said happily, no longer going around in circles, "I want you to do me a favor."

"what?"

"Kill someone. An arrogant and cautious, egoistic, nihilistic, brilliant but unmanageable, very annoying guy." She used a long adjective, and it sounded like she was annoying the person.

"The people of the organization?" Mr. A originally wanted to try to play psychological tactics to see if he could make Belmod think that he was not threatened - although it is unlikely, but now this idea has changed.

If Belmod wants to kill the people of the organization, this should be regarded as infighting, right? Although there is no way to use this as a threatening handle. But as far as the matter itself is concerned, he is actually quite interested - as long as the person is not an undercover agent.

Anyway, this description does not match his known undercover.

Belmod hooked his lips and smiled: "You will know."

"I'll let you know when that guy comes to Japan again." She took out her phone and blinked slightly, "Leave your contact information, Mr. Ghost."

When Mr. A took it, he suddenly let go, and the phone fell to the floor with a muffled sound. Belmod raised his eyebrows, not understanding his frightened reaction. It was indeed an ordinary phone.

The black-haired boy leaned over and picked up the phone. When he looked up, his expression was normal, but his unnaturally clenched fingers showed his complicated psychology.

"Uh…"

"Who are you, and where is this?" The black-haired cat-eyed man jumped up from the bed, and suddenly pressed the white-haired youth beside him to the ground, his knees against his waist, and his hands were twisted behind him. Asked in a low voice, "Why am I here?"

Akizawa:…

Didn't the prop say that he could sleep peacefully until the early morning of tomorrow?