Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Just when she lost her will to fight, the central elevator opened and a group of police rushed out. They stood in the same place, pointing their guns and shouting at her:

"You are surrounded!"

The high altitudes on all sides probably gave them the illusion.

Winnet went around to the back of the pillar and avoided direct confrontation with the police. She noticed the little trick of Kaito Kid. The handcuffs on the girl's wrists had been unlocked by his superb lock-picking skills. The part of the car wreckage became a prop for him to hit the glass surface. He was lucky to be in the blind spot of the police's sight. When he was about to jump down with Aoko, Winnet's mask was already in front of him.

"Damn it!"

Kaito Kid raised his gun, but was cut in two by Winnet's blade. He knew that the trick was useless, so he had to protect Aoko behind him, ready to fight him and wait for the police to intervene.

During this brief confrontation, she became more certain that Kaito Kidd was just a kid, a fake.

Kuroba Kaito felt like everything was over.

His preparations this time were not sufficient to begin with, and he had no idea that such a monstrous guy would suddenly appear in the middle of his journey!

"You are not the real Kaito Kidd."

Winnett concluded, releasing her hand from his neck. "A student, and a two-timing student at that."

Kuroba Kaito felt wronged. When did he start to have two relationships at the same time? He hadn't even stepped on half of this one!

"Who are you?" He did not argue, but asked instead.

Because since the other party has concluded that he is not the real Kaito Kid, it means that the masked man is likely to have an impression of his father and even knows some inside stories of that year.

But Winette was only judging from an empirical perspective. When she touched Kuroba Kaito's bones, she was more certain that he could not be the great thief of the century who had been active eighteen years ago. Unless he was even more Vermouth than Vermouth, not only rejuvenated, but also remained at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

"I changed my mind, kid."

Winette slapped Kaito in the face, twisting his face:

"Let's act out a scene," she said. "Another scene."

Kuroba Kaito was stunned by the slap. Neither his father nor his mother had ever beaten him like this!

The nose and mouth were bleeding.

Being in a completely passive position, Kuroba Kaito knew he had no right to refuse. What should he do? He asked himself. Then he saw the masked man using a side attack aimed at his body, and he seemed to be dodging left and right.

At this time, the police had already come around to the side and witnessed the hostility between him and the masked man. Kuroba Kaito found that his glider was once again entangled with fine threads, and he knew the other party's plan.

They actually used him as a springboard!

But he didn't dare to complain. He knew that the masked man must have other ways to escape, and he was just going with the flow, or maybe he was planning to borrow the fame of "Kaito Kidd".

He originally wanted to keep Aoko, but that might become a flaw in the scene, so he hugged Aoko, broke the glass and spread his hang glider.

With the weight of an extra person, the hang glider was more difficult to operate than he expected...

"Is he a monkey!?"

Kuroba Kaito was stunned.

The masked man mistook the iron chain for a vine and used it as a springboard to leap to the roof of the building next door. At the end, he asked him to remove the rope.

After sending this plague god away, Kuroba Kaito finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He decided to reflect on this failure, learn from his mistakes, and come up with a perfect plan to retaliate against the masked man... He then thought about facing him head-on, and shuddered again. Finally, he decided to forget about what happened today and this terrifying opponent. Judging from the way the masked man called him a brat, he might be an old monster in the killer world, and he might even have some connection with his father.

After escaping from this great terror, Kuroba Kaito couldn't help but look at Nakamori Aoko in his arms.

Peaceful sleeping face.

This guy has no idea how much he sacrificed to save her!

His cheek still ached.

This reminded him of the romantic story his mother always told him. Eighteen years ago, his father and mother broke the glass on a motorcycle, flew into the air, kissed deeply, and committed to each other for life...

Then, he also...

Kuroba Kaito thought about it for three seconds, but finally gave up. Aoko was still sleeping soundly in his arms, and even if he kissed her, he would feel like he was bullying an idiot.

Looking at Qingzi closely, he suddenly felt like he had overlooked something.

He placed his nose close to Qingzi's cheek and collarbone and smelled a faint fragrance.

He blushed momentarily.

It must be an illusion.

When he and the masked man were facing each other, he also smelled a fragrance. Different from Aoko in his arms, it might be the smell of perfume.

After all, he couldn't believe that there was such a violent, terrifying, murderous woman in the world.

……

"Inspector, let them escape."

Shiratori Renzaburo reported to Megure.

Megure choked with sobs:

He had been a criminal police for so many years, but this was the first time he encountered such a terrifying criminal.

If we only talk about ugly motives and cruel means, this masked man would not be ranked. But he killed nearly twenty people in one move, crushed his opponents in a one-on-many situation and escaped unscathed... It is simply unheard of.

The white bird was also silent:

He had only been in office for a short time when such a nearly legendary criminal appeared!

"Officer Megure, the investigation shows that this is not the first time the masked man has appeared. A few days ago, a witness recorded his presence in the building where the explosion occurred... Although the explosion did not seem to be related to him, we found an abandoned sniper rifle at the time. At the same time, two passengers on the FR-14 train were shot and killed. They were all members of the Yakuza who attended the meeting."

While Shiratori was reporting to Asamemu, he was also worried about Sato and Takagi's situation:

"Sato, Takagi and the others..."

"He has been transferred for treatment. Sato's condition is more serious. I'm afraid he will have to stay in bed for a month before he can move. Don't worry, Takagi, he was just knocked unconscious."

White Bird:

Who is worried about Takagi?

……

ps: The fifth chapter is late, and she still owes... uh, seven chapters

182 Night Party

Winnett fell to a high building and moved to several locations. After she changed her clothes, she found a telephone booth and asked Clyde to pick her up.

The action just now made her extremely tired. Endurance was her weak point, especially since each of her movements was a burst of power. After finishing, she felt sore all over and was a little unstable when standing. She predicted that this state would last for half a week, but after getting rid of Cabana, she should have a long vacation.

"You've become a celebrity," Clyde said as he arrived and opened the car door. "Miss, you look terrible."

Winnet's nervous activity dropped to freezing point.

There was no gambling element to this battle; it was simply physical work for her.

“Is this irony?”

"No," Clyde said.

He explained:

"Someone recorded part of the process and uploaded it to the Internet. It is going viral, and more and more people know that a horrific case happened tonight. Along with Kaito Kidd, there was also a masked man who killed several people. He was like the god of death, and most people thought so."

"You seem happy?"

"This means that my choice was not wrong." Clyde explained. He also dug out more things, such as the information of Xiangjin's men who appeared on the top floor, and the private information of several policemen. Winette took a look and felt that it was useless, but she could give the former to Gin and let him and Vodka blackmail the counterfeiters.

Winette was sleepy, but she couldn't fall asleep. There were still more than two hours before midnight today, and after this farce, she felt empty again. However, when she killed those people, she didn't feel full. She knew that if she killed the evil people, they would not feel the pain in the present or in the future. In her eyes, most of the evil people were in their own world, small enough to accommodate one person, and everything around them was purely for money and fun, inflicting pain on others, controlling others, and not considering the feelings of others, as if they didn't know that there were other human beings who had the right to live and have happiness. Only when they realize this and realize that what will accompany them in the future is endless loneliness and pain, will it be a more cruel punishment. Her approach made them die too easily.

She even had the illusion that she was saving them, and her arrogance made her feel that they should be cruelly punished rather than die easily.

Winnett was a little groggy and uneasy.

She sat in the passenger seat, and Clyde could see that she was listless. After such a fierce fight, he should let this young lady have a good sleep for ten hours. However, he thought that sleep could not make up for her condition, so he thought of another person. The direction of the car changed, and he took a different route to an apartment in Beihua Gocho. Seeing the lights on the seventh floor, he parked the car in a nearby parking lot.

"Here we are," Richard honked the horn and said, "Have a nice evening, miss."

Winnet opened her eyes and saw a strange place.

"Where is this?" She didn't look up. "Where did you take me?"

"Come wherever you want, miss," Clyde said, pulling out a cigarette and looking at her.

Winnet opened the car door and the scene around her was familiar yet strange to her. She had hardly been here before.

"What will others think if I can't wait to come here?" Her voice wavered a little. "I'd better go back."

Richard couldn't help laughing:

"I didn't expect that you, young lady, also have a complex of being attentive and considerate."

"What are you talking about? Is it a popular word recently? Haha, people like us who stay in the organization must consider the impact of every move. Its existence itself is pathological, and so are we. Besides, Qin, who strictly controls these things, is a potential lunatic. Who can guess what a lunatic is thinking?"

"Don't go too far, young lady. Even if you have a good relationship, so what? From the perspective of an ordinary member like me, it has absolutely no impact on the organization."

"Oh, maybe," said Winnett.

She got out of the car, closed the door, and staggered two steps. Before she even reached the downstairs, she suddenly worried that her miserable appearance would make Shirley more worried. She guessed that Shirley had already forced herself because of Miyano Akemi's matter.

She didn't rush into the apartment, but went to a convenience store and bought some alcohol.

She is already twenty years old, so it is reasonable for her to drink.

Winnett drank the wine in a rather rough way, pouring it down her throat, and it felt hot. It was not tasty, which was one of the reasons why she had no interest in alcohol, but after consuming alcohol, her spirits obviously improved. Her cheeks were rosy, and she had a physiological reaction, which made her more bold and sentimental, and finally gave her the courage to step into the apartment.

The temporary loss of judgment had little impact on the moment when there was no need to fight. Compared to a hungover person, she stood straight and didn't say a single crazy word. She knew where Shirley's apartment was, but this was her first time here, and she might have been under the organization's surveillance, but she didn't want to think about any of this, and walked to the door of the apartment, standing there like a stick.

Five minutes later, she rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and it was Shirley. Winnet's back stiffened, and she saw the surprise in Shirley's eyes.

Shirley pulled her into the living room.

"You came so suddenly, I wasn't prepared."

"Long time no see, Shirley." Winnet said with a forced smile, but then she thought that not much time had passed and her smile froze.

"Why are you drinking?" Shirley smelled the alcohol and frowned.

Shirley noticed that Winnet's face was cold and ruddy. She touched it gently with the back of her hand, and it felt soft and smooth like a child's face, but her lips were a little dry from the wind, as if she had been standing outside for a long time. She turned her palm over and touched Winnet's face, then took the plastic bag from her hand. She said:

"How long have you been standing outside? You've been standing there for almost as long as the little match girl... You're cold, like a corpse."

There was a hint of reproach in her words.

Shirley felt that Winnett was not taking good care of herself. Her sister's affairs were enough to bother her, and now there was another reason for her to be restless.

"Shirley, I'm sorry." Winnett tried not to sound tired, "But things have turned around. About your sister."

"Really?" Shirley said, "I see things have gotten worse, and even you have become like this."

Shirley took out her down jacket and put it on Winnet.

When she touched it, she felt something wet, and then something hard. Shirley guessed it was metal, and the wetness...

"Blood?"

Shirley's face turned pale, "Are you hurt?"

"No. That's someone else's."

"Really? I'm glad you're not hurt."

Shirley had a vague idea of ​​what Winnett had done tonight, and she tried to be indifferent to the matter. Even if she didn't want Winnett to be stained with blood, she wouldn't say it. If Winnett wavered and hesitated because of her words, in the cruel situation of either killing or being killed, Winnett might not be able to remain unscathed.

……

Open a permanent extra bounty

In response to readers' requests, I'm offering a bounty for a separate chapter (excuse).

I want to write something to post, but I can’t put out the main text. Fortunately, I let myself go and write a lot!

In this case, it can only be placed in the group.

I originally wanted to finish the main text (there are still seven chapters to go) before opening it, but it seems that everyone is very enthusiastic about posting.

So I started a bounty for a special chapter, adding ten characters for a monthly ticket and 20 characters for a blade. There is no upper limit, and I can't owe much anyway, so I'll settle it in batches of 6000 characters, because the first special chapter has about this many characters.