The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

"Eh? Mr. Ishimori, are you going to do something bad to me?"

As if he was not worried at all, Yi Bingru, sitting on the sofa, jokingly made a fighting stance.

"If that's the case, should I resist? To be honest, I'm actually quite strong and well-known in the bureau..."

"Invincible legend?"

Yi Bingru's face fell instantly.

The last time I was beaten by the crab Amazon is still vivid in my mind.

Although it was understandable that she was poisoned, the girl squeezed her legs together in embarrassment and looked away when she thought about what happened.

He tried to make excuses by saying, "How can I be called a failure in the investigator's matter? That's called delaying time."

Then came the investigator's code of conduct, ghoul-dealing methods and other difficult-to-understand words, filling the room with a cheerful atmosphere.

——It’s really fun to tease this guy.

If Dong Xiang had done the same thing, she would have been furious by now.

As if he realized that he had been tricked, he looked at Lin Qiao with some dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Ishimori, do you know that if you harass an investigator, you can be sentenced to up to 10 years in prison."

"Yes, yes, I apologize. Just pretend I never said that."

Lin Qiao rubbed his forehead, thinking that kids nowadays are really hard to tease.

Hinami is still better.

"But since it's a rare day off, why don't you relax and go to a place like that?"

Is it fun to be crowded with people?

More importantly, isn't this guy afraid that some shameless guy might sneak into the crowd and take advantage of him?

Don't say it's impossible. Nowadays, people get impatient and will not even let go of lizards and car exhaust pipes.

Please give me some girlish consciousness!

"Well, that was originally the case, but Akatsuki was there too, so I just stayed."

After thinking for a while, he continued, "It's just because of work that Xiao's face doesn't look good."

“No, I don’t think it has anything to do with work….”

You, an idle person, running around in front of others on weekdays is basically the same as showing off your card in front of non-Africans.

The reason why the other person doesn't scold you is that he or she is well-mannered.

"But I didn't realize that you were so unexpectedly close to Inspector Mado..."

Is this an alternative version of making up for what is missing?

"How should I put it? Although Xiao has a cold feeling, he is actually very reliable."

"And if I really want to say it, it's not entirely because of this reason..."

For some reason, her soft tone became a little serious as she spoke later, and she was no longer as lively as before.

After silently organizing her words, she explained with a hint of hesitation: "Actually, it's more of a personal curiosity."

"I'm curious about how a middle-aged man can fool people?"

Lin Qiao picked up the coffee pot and filled up the half-empty cup of coffee in front of her.

"Although he is the Prime Minister, he should be very unwelcome in your CCG, right?"

Not to mention the unclear relationship with the Tsukiyama family, he also did everything he could to obstruct the investigation. It would be a miracle if he could have a good impression of him.

"That's true, but I am indeed a little curious..."

She bit her lower lip lightly, looked down at the sugar cubes gradually melting in the coffee, as if recalling something, and continued:

"Because I grew up in a relatively...closed environment. Although I have seen these things on TV, it is the first time I have seen someone giving a speech on the street with my own eyes..."

The voice gradually faded.

If I ask myself, what was the deepest impression I had before joining CCG, it would probably be the incredibly vast Japanese garden and Arima Takashi who was my instructor at the time.

Although they had no worries about food and clothing, they could only learn about the world outside the high wall through television and the teachings of adults.

"That's really a typical, naive, young lady's statement."

Lin Qiao complained speechlessly.

He naturally knew that Yi Bingru was talking about the time when he grew up in Bai Riting.

As the production base for the future direct troops of the Hexiu family, the level of confidentiality of that place is obviously extremely high.

At least for such a long time, he didn't find any clues.

"But I can tell that you definitely didn't have a very happy childhood."

He sighed and put down the coffee cup in his hand.

"To be honest, I don't know much about your past, and I don't understand what you've been through, so I'm afraid I can't enlighten you or give you any effective advice."

And even if he asked, Yi Bingru probably wouldn't tell him... In fact, he was already surprised that the other party could reveal this much.

Does this mean he is trusted?

"but--"

At this point, his tone changed.

Just like the caring older brother on TV, he walked up to the other person with a gentle smile on his face and said softly:

"My personal philosophy of life is that the present that can be controlled and the future that can be changed are more important than the past that cannot be changed. At least, the latter two are more important than the former, aren't they?"

He didn't lie about this, especially after dying once.

He truly cherishes every minute and every second he spends now, and sprints towards the future he expects.

"Mr. Ishimori seems to be very experienced... Is it because of some past that he does not want to look back on?"

"That's fine...but please don't dig up my dark history, it's pretty sad after all."

He sighed with mixed emotions. He felt so hurt by the drunk female driver that even now he felt uncomfortable all over his body when he thought about it.

"But changing the future always feels a bit far away..."

Yi Bing muttered to herself, to be honest she couldn't imagine anything like that.

The biggest possibility is that he will die in a battle with ghouls and Amazons one day.

Or if you're luckier, you could become a core member of CCG like Mr. Arima, and then... maybe that's all that happens?

She knew that as a half-human, she would sooner or later face the problem of premature aging, and living to thirty or forty might be her limit.

Even though I thought it might be a small matter before, I feel a little weird now... or to put it more bluntly, I feel unwilling to accept it?

She bit her lip and looked at Lin Qiao, wanting to know more about his past...

"Learning to frown at a young age is not a good thing."

Touched her warm head.

But the moment he put his hand on her, Yi Bingru's reaction was like a cat being attacked at home, and his body subconsciously trembled.

"Hate it, Mr. Ishimori. I'm not a child anymore~"

He forced a smile on his face.

"Too bad, you're just a kid to me."

The kind that will tear down a house.

Yi Bingru pouted and puffed up his cheeks, seeming to be somewhat dissatisfied with Lin Qiao's answer...but he did not dodge.

But it feels good to continue like this...

He drank the coffee in the cup, which had a little too much sugar, thoughtfully.

A little bitter, but also very sweet.

Putting down the cup in her hand, she stood up and said goodbye to him: "Then I'll take my leave first."

"Do you need me to take you there?"

"Um, okay."

Faced with Lin Qiao's politeness, Yi Bingru nodded seriously.

"After all, I'm not very familiar with this area."

".....You are really not polite at all."

Lin Qiao was stunned for a moment, chuckled, and picked up the jacket beside her.

It was just in time for him to pick up Miss Ryoko and the others. Although the crisis from the bronze tree had been temporarily resolved, it would be better to observe for a while to be on the safe side.

The two walked side by side to the place where they had given their speeches.

There's no other way, this road is the closest to Anding District.

There are still crowds of people around, but fewer than before. At least I don’t have to worry about being squeezed like a sardine in a can.

Just when Lin Qiao was about to say goodbye to the other party, some kind of commotion suddenly broke out on the field.

Chapter 92: The Prime Minister was assassinated, _____ (fill in the blank)

Ding Ding Ding-!

A certain crisp sound rang out continuously on the field, sounding a bit like the modified nail gun in the game.

Following closely behind was the faint sound of some object piercing the flesh.

"Ugh..."

The painful whimpers were amplified more than ten times by the surrounding speakers and were clearly heard by everyone.

Blood dripped onto the ground...

The middle-aged man who was standing in front of the crowd with a microphone and giving a speech a second ago, suddenly had more than a dozen holes on his body and fell heavily to the ground.

“Prime Minister!?”

The female assistant, who was completely frightened by the sudden assassination, looked at the still twitching corpse on the ground in disbelief.

Some kind of blood-red crystals that resembled flying knives were densely inserted into his body.

Behind him, a man wearing a white CCG windbreaker uniform and holding a Yuhe-type Quin in his hand was standing there.

"The Prime Minister has been assassinated, everyone retreat immediately!"

The people around them instantly showed panic.

Except for a few brave and fearless reporters who remained where they were or just retreated a little further away, everyone else fled in all directions.

The nearest bodyguards and police officers immediately rushed forward and tried to subdue the man.

But the next second, the opponent's Quinque was aimed at them.

Then--

Pull the trigger!

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!

An airtight blood-colored crystal shot out from the muzzle of the gun-shaped Quinque.

This powerful weapon can easily make holes in the steel-hard skin of ghouls, and its power is even more incredible when facing ordinary humans.

In less than a second, the several people who rushed over were shot into sieves, adding several more bodies to the scene.

It's sizzling!

The blood-colored whip cut through the air and fell towards the assassin, but the other party easily dodged it.