Yamada bowed his head and took his things. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info At the moment when he lowered his head, a black shadow swept into the back door that was almost closed at a speed that was almost impossible to discern with the naked eye, and disappeared in a turn in the hallway. If Yamada had seen it, he would have sounded the alarm in shock, right? But he didn't see it, the black shadow was too fast. Yamada closed the office door and walked towards the place where the girl had disappeared.

Speaking of which, it was the first time he had seen such a respectful and cautious attitude of a serious and old-fashioned Matsumoto chief! Even if he didn't witness such a peculiar girl, seeing the expression of Matsumoto was very worth the price. Still, he wanted to take a look, and the girl had probably inadvertently caught his attention. It's rare for this honest and diligent person to be unable to suppress his curiosity.

After turning the hallway and walking for a while, Yamada realized that something was wrong.

It seems too quiet...... Since he had eaten just now, he hadn't seen anyone else. Where did the others go? There was no one in the hallway, and he looked through the doors on either side of the hallway, and there was no one in the room. It's still work time, and no one is gone.

Yamada's back stiffened.

Where have you gone?

He subconsciously touched the baton on his waist, and the cold touch calmed him down a little. He slowed his pace, searching for his missing colleagues and mysterious girls one by one.

The corridors on both sides had been searched, and he stood under the fluorescent lamp, dragging a long shadow behind him—no one was there. He looked at the room at the end of the corridor and felt cold. But his curiosity and resilience as a police officer drove him to his feet.

Yamada was about to approach the room when the cat bent down and walked curled up like a cat. Finally, he climbed up to the glass window of the room. The shutters in the glass window were pulled down, and he shifted several places before he found a slightly larger gap in the shutter.

Yamada looked intently.

The trachea seemed to be pinched in an instant, and he couldn't catch his breath, and he was breathing desperately. He didn't care that the voice would be heard by the people inside. With the strangled lungs that can't breathe, there is a cold feeling that the blood in the whole body instantly retreats to the soles of the feet.

He wanted to escape. But the cold sensation made his limbs freeze, and even his brain reacted slowly. He struggled to drive his fingers and toes, but they were already too frightened to move.

When the door opened, his breathing stopped.

Chief Matsumoto glared at him from above, and the attendant was taken aback when he saw him.

"Follow me. Matsumoto leaned down and looked at him viciously, lowered his voice and said a word, and then pulled his legs and walked away. Attendant Takano took his arm and carried him to follow Matsumoto's footsteps.

Yamada took one last look at the room and closed his eyes tightly.

"Yamada, I guess I'm not mistaken, you're just patrolling now, right?" Matsumoto asked, seated down in front of him.

"Yes...... Yes......" The scene just now was so impressive that he couldn't even control his tongue.

"Want to get promoted?"

Yamada's mouth opened wide, not knowing what to say for a moment. Witnessing such a horrible thing, and now telling him to be promoted?

"You should know how to do it, and it's better to be stupid if you want to survive. Matsumoto's words were more of a naked intimidation than a consultation.

But Yamada didn't choose.

"Okay, yes, yes, I see......" Yamada nodded so that it was all over.

The colleagues on the first floor were all out at the same time, and there was no reason to do it if they were not ordered by the superiors. This kind of fanfare and blatant approach is definitely not something that a small person like him, who has just been promoted to the **department, can interfere with. Yamada rubbed his hands.

Yes, just forget about it.

But in the moment of thinking like this, he still remembered that elegant and calm face, that posture and movement. He still couldn't help but guess the identity of this girl, very curious, but absolutely not to ask.

In an interior surrounded by glass and fluorescent lamps, an elegant and calm girl picks up a tissue and wipes her hands. A gust of wind blows behind you. It's not Matsuda Police, it's not Takano, it's not Takano, it's not the patrol gentleman who peeps outside.

"Who are you?"

The girl in black was already standing behind her at some point, watching her turn around, with no expression on her delicate face.

"Your speed ......" she paused, a knowing smile. "Hello Black-san, first meeting. ”

"Who are you?" Black was one step late when he received the news that he had been stabbed, and he didn't expect to come here to "visit" the person who stabbed him. She didn't miss out on what the assassin was doing, was it called miso. Although she was not as frightened as Yamada's inspection, she was still a little shocked by her religious beliefs.

Did this person do the same for the sake of excitement? Although she was shocked, in the end, what she was going to do here was no different from this person. Is it a student of Ma Lu Suga? I haven't seen it before!Black was a little curious.

"My surname is Yokoyama, you can call me Kyohachihachi. ”

Quite gorgeous Kyoto accent.

"That's right, I transferred from Kyoto. ”

Black frowned inwardly, but the expression on his delicate face did not change.

"I guess Black-san is here for the same thing I'm going to do, right?" was looked at by such a pair of calm and intelligent eyes, as if there was no secret.

She nodded.

"So, what else does Black-san want to do?" Yokoyama tilted his head obediently.

Black didn't answer, there really wasn't anything left to do. Looking at the miserable situation of the miso opposite, Black thought.

"Don't worry, it won't leave any scars. ”

Black glanced at her, and it was true that he didn't leave any scars, because although it was miserable, Miso didn't shed a drop of blood! There are no physical scars, but there are certainly great mental wounds.

Kyohachibashi, under such a calm and elegant appearance, originally hid such a face. And such a face, is it actually for the sake of excitement?

While Black was speculating about Yokoyama, Yokoyama was also observing Black. A slender figure a few centimeters taller than himself, with a delicate face and soft lines, but no expression, that awe-inspiring temperament, just like the iceberg beauty often mentioned in books. But it's not weak, it's speed that's stronger than strength. This man's speed is unmatched. Yokoyama looked at the cross necklace on her chest and smiled, sure enough, she was a Christian just like the legend.