I don't know when it started to rain.

The drizzling rain, although not heavy, can vaguely feel a chill on the streets in early autumn.

Facing the bleak autumn wind, a small figure is running desperately in the rain.

Maybe it was because the road was slippery, or maybe it was because he had exhausted his strength, the little figure stumbled, and just slid onto the cold and wet road, letting out a painful whimper and gasping lowly.

However, no one on the road noticed him, and no one came to lift him up, or even stop for him. The icy autumn rain is like a beaded curtain between people, isolating all care and sympathy, leaving only a deep and terrible indifference......

"Whew...... Whew......"

The little figure struggled to get up, his hands propped up on the ground, panting a little hard, and his heart seemed to be on fire.

Why...... Obviously, I just trotted this distance...... Why are you gasping for so much?]

Shinichi couldn't help but show a look of confusion.

It seems that since being knocked unconscious by that man, there has been something wrong with my body, is it an illusion?

Thinking so, Shinichi couldn't help but prop up one hand on the glass door next to him, and stood up with some difficulty.

However, when he stood up, he suddenly realized that something was wrong - this glass door, is it so high in his impression?

Shinichi couldn't help but turn his head in confusion, and the glass door on the right hand side clearly reflected the appearance of a little boy.

Perhaps because of his instinctive reluctance to accept that possibility, it took Shinichi's subconscious two seconds to realize who this little boy was with a confused and stunned expression on his face in the reflection of the mirror.

"I ...... My body has actually become smaller!"

Shinichi exclaimed in disbelief, but suddenly realized that his voice was extremely sharp, and it was completely a child's voice.

"For ...... Why?" Shinichi couldn't help but turn around and lean against the glass door, his face dazed.

His brain was so chaotic that his golden brain seemed to be knotted on weekdays, and he couldn't squeeze out any thoughts in a mess.

In fact, he can't be blamed for this, no matter who he is, if he suddenly encounters such a thing, he will be confused, right?

However, the great detective is the great detective after all, and after the initial shock has passed, the brain starts spinning again.

"Could it be...... At that time!"

Shinichi's mind couldn't help but think of the words he heard from the man in black who had knocked him unconscious.

[Use the newly developed poison in this organization!]

That's what the man said, indeed...... So, is it possible that the reason why I have become smaller......

"Is it because you drank that medicine?" Shinichi muttered to himself.

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Yoshio Okamoto is in pain and happy tonight.

Just now, he had made another devil's deal.

Combined with his last effort, he had lost nearly a full year's income, which drove him crazy.

But at least, he reaped his freedom. Well, at least that's what he thinks of himself.

After recovering this negative, he finally annihilated all the evidence against him on the surface now, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.

However, this is only temporary.

Because he knows very well that all the evidence suddenly disappears overnight, and this kind of thing is too bizarre, even if those police and prosecutors have in their heads, they should understand that this matter is absolutely inseparable from themselves. Therefore, as long as they are not really in the brains, they will send people to follow them more or less, whether they are overt or covert, to see if they will show their feet.

And the facts have proved that his guess is right, since this morning, Yoshio Okamoto has always had a feeling of being targeted.

Fortunately, someone can help him deal with the plainclothes lackeys who came to watch, otherwise, I am afraid that I will really be caught by them with a lot of evidence, and I will not have a chance to run out and complete the deal with those men in black.

Thinking of this, Yoshio Okamoto couldn't help but glance at the dark corner of the office and sighed slightly.

Although it is a little more expensive, I have to say that such a person is really easy to use, much better than those wastes in Kurata.

If you want to have such a subordinate, where can you be so mixed up and such a wretch, and sweep Rice Flower Street directly, okay?

But this is just a thought, Yoshio Okamoto knows very well that such a person is not something he can arouse.

"Boss, the boat is ready to go at any time. ”

It was at this time that his subordinate knocked on the door, interrupting his fantasies.

"It's too slow!" Yoshio Okamoto frowned in displeasure, "But forget it, let's go!"

With that, he couldn't help but stand up, straighten his suit, and then show a smile of relief.

"Finally...... You can leave this place of right and wrong......"

Yes, leaving Rice Flower, this is a plan he made when he was still in the detention center.

After completing the deal with those men in black today, I left Japan by boat from the dock and went to China to stay for a while.

Anyway, there is still a part of his own funds there, which is enough for him to hide for a while.

Because continuing to stay in Rice Flower City, a long time will only allow the police to find more evidence. By the time they have enough evidence to sue themselves again, they won't be able to use the power of those demons like this time. Therefore, it is better to go abroad to avoid it first, and when the limelight passes, you can come back quietly.

"Hmph, if you want to catch me, go dream!" Yoshio Okamoto couldn't help but sneer.

However, plans are always flawless, but changes are always unexpected.

Just as Yoshio Okamoto finished saying that, a cold voice followed his voice.

"yes, I don't think so!"

At that moment, Yoshio Okamoto couldn't help but instinctively shake and suffocate his breath.

This voice he will never forget, the voice of the devil who has tormented him in his dreams for the past few nights!

"Boom!"

As if in response to him, the ceiling above the office suddenly exploded!

The huge roar made Yoshio Okamoto, who was already a frightened bird, scream, and crawled towards the door.

And his subordinates, although they were also startled by the sudden explosion on the top, instinctively blocked the depth of the boss, pulled out their pistols, and aimed at the blown hole, ensuring that the person who appeared was sent to God in the first time.

However, just as they were focusing all their attention on the ceiling, the office door behind them suddenly exploded!

The sawdust scattered, and a black shadow quickly stepped forward like a ghost, grabbed the heads of the two subordinates who had not had time to turn their heads, and then slammed into the middle.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the two people couldn't help but fall softly, and the pistol in their hands couldn't help but fall to the ground, making a crisp sound of "jingling", like a death knell, striking on Yoshio Okamoto's heart.

"Mr. Yoshio Okamoto, do you really think you can escape from the claws of an eagle?"

As if he had dusted off two bugs, Takaya sneered and walked towards Yoshio Okamoto, who was already paralyzed on the ground in fright.

"Or do you feel like the burning pain in your back is almost healed?"

At that moment, Yoshio Okamoto couldn't help but recall the fear of being tied to a searchlight.

The feeling as if the flesh and skin were about to be scorched, I really don't want to remember it again in this life. To this day, Yoshio Okamoto always faintly smells the faint smell of burnt meat coming from his back!

This fear, which was deeply imprinted on him with the scorching heat, was finally tormented and collapsed by the eagle arrow!

"You...... What the hell do you want! Even the police don't have any evidence to arrest me! Why are you meddling!"

Looking at the eagle arrow approaching step by step, Yoshio Okamoto howled hysterically while moving his hind legs with his ass.

"Nosy?" Hawkya snorted, "You sold those black guns to gangsters, gangsters, and even school students! Have you ever imagined what will happen! How many innocent people will be injured or even killed!"

"What does it matter to me that those people die! What does it matter to you! Could it be your parents who died?"

The pain of his butt being rubbed against the floor and gravel was incomparable, and Yoshio Okamoto couldn't help but be even more hideous.

Of course, if he still retains a certain amount of sanity at this time, he estimates that he will regret this sentence in his life.

He may have said this unintentionally, but it stabbed straight at the deepest scar in Eagleya's heart.

Cold autumn rains. Dark alleys. Smoking muzzle. Blood all over the ground.

All of this couldn't help but rush to Eagleya's heart in an instant, making his already cold face even more hideous.

"You'll pay for what you say, I promise!"

After Takaya finished speaking, he suddenly stepped in front of Yoshio Okamoto, and reached out to grab him by the collar.

"Wow, don't, don't come!"

Seeing the falcon's claws coming towards him, Yoshio Okamoto, who instinctively wanted to continue to retreat, suddenly found that he had retreated to a corner where he could no longer retreat, and was caught by the eagle arrow, and couldn't help but scream in horror.

"Have fun, hitting your head against a wall will be the lightest pain you'll ever experience today!"

Eagle Arrow grabbed him by the collar, easily lifted his fat body of nearly two hundred catties, and left such a cruel sentence.

"Don't! Don't! Help me! Oni Samurai! Help me!"

Hearing Hawkya's murderous words, Yoshio Okamoto couldn't help but howl in horror.

"Oni Samurai?" Hearing his words, Takaya couldn't help but frown slightly.

"The work under the next is over, do you still need to continue to work on the next?"

A cold voice rang out from behind the eagle arrow, in the gloomy corner of the office.

"Shoot! Shoot! I'll give you as much as you want! Save me! Then kill him!"

The neckline was tightened by the eagle arrow, which made Yoshio Okamoto's round face bruise, and even his voice became a little sharp.

"Know!"

With a stereotypical and retro word, a figure stepped out of the shadows with loud steps.

Although Takaya had been aware of someone in the corner from the moment he entered the room, it wasn't until this moment that he really saw him.

Like a samurai who came out of a river drama, he was dressed in a crimson footgear that was out of step with the modern affairs around him, and wore a black-painted thirty-two aguta-shaped pockets on his head and a mahogany scabbard around his waist.

And the most eye-catching thing is the hideous ghost mask he wears.

Reflecting the moon, it seems to faintly flicker with a demonic light that can devour people's hearts.

"Are you trying to stop me, samurai?"

Feeling that the other party's murderous aura was locked on his body, Eagle Arrow couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

"Entrusted by others, loyal to others, in the next is only to obey orders. ”

Saying this, the ghost-faced samurai couldn't help but take a light step, his knees slightly bowed, and his center of gravity pressed down slightly. His left hand held the scabbard and pressed it down lightly to make the tip of the knife rise slightly, and his right hand held the handle of the knife, putting on a posture of drawing the knife and slashing.

"So, can I ask for a second time?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a cold blade.

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6-chome. Abandoned Wharf No. 7.

The starry firelight was dancing in the darkness, and Shinji Hashiba was silently smoking a cigarette.

AMV8 was quietly docked in the shadow of the container, as if waiting for someone.

However, it was not until the third cigarette was about to burn out that the silent dock moved again.

A very rare dark sedan finally belatedly appeared in Shinji Hashiba's field of vision.

It is absolutely correct to say that it is rare, after all, this Porsche 356A is an antique car from the fifties and sixties, except for some rich people who love to collect classic cars, this year, it is estimated that not many people will know this car, let alone own it.

"It's too slow......" Shinji Hashiba frowned, and he snuffed out the cigarette butt impatiently.

"Hmph, because something unexpected happened......"

In response to him, it was also a cold and arrogant voice.

The door of 356A opened, and two men dressed in black stepped out of the car.

If Taka or Shinichi were here, they wouldn't help but scream.

Because the two people who got out of the car were none other than the culprits they wanted to work so hard to pursue, the man in black!

"Unexpected...... Oh, so this word is still in your dictionary, gin?"

Hearing the man's words, Shinji Hashiba's face couldn't help but have a faint sneer.

"Hmph, I don't have time to be poor with you, Chairman Yuchai. ”

Hearing Shinji Hashiba's slightly mocking tone, Gin couldn't help but snort coldly, and then stomped the cigarette butt to the ground.

"Where's the stuff?"

"Then can I also ask you a rhetorical question, what do I want?" Facing Gin's cold tone, Yuchai Shinji first laughed, then changed his face instantly, and said coldly: "Pay attention to your tone, Gin, I'm not your subordinate!"

"Hmph, Chairman Yuchai, I personally appreciate your toughness, but do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed with cold killing intent, as if he would pull the trigger on him in the next second.

"Oh, Gin, it's not the first time we've dealt with each other, if you could kill me, you'd do it a long time ago. And if I could destroy you, I would never show mercy. The reason why we can still stand here and talk in peace is because we are all inseparable from each other. Shinji Hashiba raised his head slightly, looking at Gin's stinky face, and couldn't help but show a sneering smile, "So, don't waste each other's time and patience!"

"Hmph, what an unpleasant man! Someday, I'll kill you!" Gin couldn't help but say a cruel sentence.

"There are so many people who want to kill me, I guess it won't be your turn yet!" Shinji Hashiba said with a sneer, "Compared to that person, you are still far behind!"

Although Shinji Hashiba didn't say who it was, Gin couldn't help frowning, and his face seemed to become even more gloomy than just now.

However, he only snorted coldly and glanced at the vodka over there, who immediately handed over a box.

If Shinichi was here, he would have been able to recognize that this box was the one he had exchanged for from Yoshio Okamoto.

"The money this time, and the information you want are all here!" Gin opened the box in the vodka's hand and put it in front of Shinji Hashiba, took out another file bag, and slapped it on the money, "What do we want?"

And Shinji Yushiba just glanced at the money and the file bag silently, and then without saying a word, he took down a metal suitcase from the passenger seat, and opened it in his hand like gin.

All of a sudden, the air conditioning overflowed, and the metal box was actually a small cold storage!

"This is the essence this time, the purity is even higher than last time, I believe the BOSS will be satisfied. ”

Inside the large metal box, there are ten large test tubes, and there is a crystal clear liquid flowing inside. Reflecting the moonlight, it emits a faint blue light, which looks incomparably beautiful, and people can't take their eyes off it.

Gin couldn't help but pick up one of the test tubes, and after confirming it, closed the box again.

"Hmph, the deal is done. ”

The so-called hand payment, hand delivery, the two boxes completed the exchange and reached each other's hands.

"Well, goodbye. ”

Shinji Hashiba took the box containing the money and documents, threw it at the co-pilot, and sat back in his car.

"Chairman Yuchai, I heard that your nephew has finally returned from abroad, right?"

Just after Shinji Hashiba closed the door and started the car, Gin over there suddenly said such a sentence for no reason, making his hand holding the steering wheel tighten.

"What do you want to say, Gin?" Shinji Hashiba lowered the window and glanced at him coldly.

"It's nothing, it's just that you're not afraid that he knows?" the corners of Gin's mouth curled in a cruel arc.

"Hmph, he's still the same as before, just a dumb little ghost, and he won't know all this in his life......"

Shinji Hashiba snorted disdainfully and put on the driver's seat belt.

"And what if he finds out? If he is obedient, it's fine, if he doesn't obey, it's a big deal, it's just to repeat what happened five years ago......"

Leaving such a sentence, the V8 spewed out a wave of air, and under the gaze of gin and vodka, it disappeared.