At the magic moment, the remnant sun was like blood, and the young man fell in a pool of blood, curled up, and the expression on his face changed from dazed to unwilling, and finally solidified in the blur of flesh and blood.

However, those dark blue eyes, deep and narrow, stared fiercely in a certain direction, and even the last moment before turning to ashes, they did not change again.

The trail finally cleared the black fog of the nightmare, but after a mess, there was a harrowing scene.

"Kibe-kun."

A female voice beside him softly called out his name, and her seemingly flat tone was mixed with a bit of confusion.

Who's calling him?

There was a terrible picture in his mind, even if it was something he had never experienced, but it was as real as what he had seen with his own eyes.

"Kibe-kun." The female voice raised its voice slightly.

Where is he?

I felt my hands being gently gripped, and a second before I could regain consciousness.

As he walked around, he noticed something strange tickling his back.

It would be a lie to say that there is no nervousness.

With a "snap", the dim room brightened up in an instant. It was too bright, but it made him subconsciously reach out to cover the strong light.

After escaping the nightmare, the trace took a step forward, then turned around, and saw the thing that really bothered him, and the boulder hanging high in his heart slowly fell.

Behind him was just a light rope hanging from the roof, still swaying slightly.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

Qiye saw the traces of his eyes gradually becoming clearer, and knew that he had returned to his original state, and his heart was secretly relieved.

She was undoubtedly shocked when she received a call from Kakashi last night to hear him tell her about the confidential information he had found.

How many coincidences in this world will create this tragedy?

Jibu suddenly turned his head to look at Nanaya: "Is there a way for him to show up?" ”

"You mean a head-to-head showdown?" Nanaya frowned.

"Uh-huh. Uncle Ben already knows who he is. He closed his eyes.

It's yours......

Seven Nights stared intently at the traces, and at this time he closed his eyes, fading away from his usual ostentatious and dazzling aura, and just stood quietly in this room. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and although her face was expressionless, she felt that he must be sad inside.

Kakashi's deep voice echoed in her mind, "How did the children of the Kibe family wander out and end up in a series of car accidents due to drunkenness?" But it's true that in the end, it's the people of the Jibu family who deal with it. ”

Seven nights of learning about this have already stopped thinking a little.

Although she had vowed that she would investigate to the end, this matter was obviously deep within the Trace Family, and it could be called a family affair of the Trace Department. And what qualifications does an outsider like her have to ask and explore the so-called truth?

Before she knew it, she was in an awkward position. Nanaya felt like she was stepping on a single-plank bridge at this time, with the truth of the Kibe family on the left and the fact of the entangled spirits on the right, and she was jolting on the bridge, and it was really difficult to find a balance.

"Seven nights of the morning sun," said the trace, "do you want to give up the way you look now?" ”

He looked at the girl's hesitant appearance and frowned inadvertently.

This matter is very complicated to say, involving an outsider, if there is anything wrong, maybe there will be a danger to life, just like the collapsed ceiling in the beginning.

If the girl in front of him said that he would give up at this time, he would let her go without saying a word. He knew very well that the other party was not obliged to act with him in this matter. As a stranger, more or less help during this time was enough for him.

"Jibu-kun, the decision on this matter," Qiye paused, "It's in your hands." ”

Her personal safety came second. The main thing is another thing. To put it mildly, this may be related to the scandal of the Yubu family, how can outsiders be allowed to come and snoop on the bright tide and dark surge in a family?

"Uncle Ben believes in you." He stroked the tear mole at the corner of his eye.

There is no doubt about employing people, how can the people he identifies care about those rules and regulations, and thus be shackled by the so-called family.

I didn't expect her to think of this layer. There was a hint of approval in his heart, and at the same time, perhaps a faint sigh of relief. Although he still doesn't know what the purpose of the girl in front of him is. But judging from the many days of getting along, he believes that she has no malicious intent.

Seven nights crashed into the other party's deep eyes at a glance.

It seems like a long, long time since no one said that to her.

It is extremely lonely to maintain a sense of low storage. In the Three Thousand Worlds, even if you are in the vast sea of people, your heart is like stepping into the frozen ground and wasteland, lonely and deserted.

The hustle and bustle outside has nothing to do with her. And she can only stand alone.

It's just that I didn't expect that Keigo Keibe in front of him would firmly say the word "believe".

People are eager to be needed by others, so that they can reflect their own value.

Although Qiye usually makes an indifferent appearance, his heart still can't get out of the world, and once he is needed by others, his heart is not without fluctuations.

In that case, how could she live up to his trust?

She had just raised her head and looked firmly at the trail when she suddenly fell into darkness.

Nanaya and Jibu glanced at each other, and they both sensed something bad in each other's eyes.

She looked out the window and could vaguely see the setting sun staining half the sky red.

So it's time for the devil?!

The time of the demon is the time when the power of the ghosts is the strongest, I'm afraid ......

As expected, the old books in the library fell one by one like dominoes.

At this moment, a faint voice came.

“king……”

Jibu looked at the black mist not far away, and was stunned for a long time.

"If it weren't for you, how could I be in such a situation?"

His thoughts were long gone.

Keigo Kibe grew up in England as a child, so much so that when he returned to Japan in junior high school, he was different.

The attitude towards a gentleman and the penchant for red roses are all habits left over from growing up in England. However, the flamboyant style is mutated.

It's just that few people know that when he was very young, he was not as dazzling as the sun as he is today, attracting the attention of everyone around him.

Since he started learning tennis, he has been ridiculed by the children around him because he is Asian.

It has to be said that the yellow race has a natural disadvantage in sports. When he was a freshman, he couldn't get a single game from a white kid. But after countless days of hard training, he was finally able to stand on the court and look down at the opponent on the opposite side who had been beaten to the ground by him.

Sweat is always a must to reach the top. Even geniuses are no exception.

As the eldest young master, the trace department will actually cause speechless events in many ways.

For example, on a leisurely afternoon, he unfortunately got lost.

He has always been picked up by the driver, so he naturally doesn't know the way back. Maybe there was nothing else going on that day, and he walked casually with his sense of direction, but in fact he didn't know that he was getting farther and farther away from home.

It was by such a coincidence that he passed by a street tennis court.

Hearing the sound of a tennis ball, he looked inside with some curiosity.

Speaking of which, the street tennis court has sparked two adventures in the life of the trace. The second adventure is widely known, and after the provocation, he used his strength to conquer the people on the street tennis court, and then met the little prince of tennis and others.

However, the first adventure is still vaguely remembered only by himself.

The people on the pitch are obviously older than him, but in his eyes, their level is not worth mentioning.

At this time, the traces have not yet become a climate, and naturally there is no drama to provoke. He just laughed at them in his heart, but that's it.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a brisk figure.

In the innermost court, there is a person with smooth and graceful movements, and his body is as light as a swallow.

He has always liked the strong, so he unconsciously walked outside the court and watched the game silently.

While watching, he also thought in his heart: If his opponent was him, what would be the chance of winning?

The person who makes the trace department care about is not only superb in football, but the most important thing is that he is yellow-skinned like him.

In fact, it is not uncommon for Asians to immigrate to the UK or study in the UK, but there are not many who play tennis and play well, which makes him feel inexplicably familiar. Just as he met the first Japanese man to play tennis at school, he became his inseparable companion and did not separate until a long time later.

So every following weekend, Jibu will deliberately take a long detour to this street tennis court to have a look. And he was amazed to find that almost every time, he would meet the person he cared about.

There were many encounters, and one time when he came outside the tennis court, the boy was resting on a bench outside the court, caught a glimpse of his appearance, smiled and waved at him.

"I see you every time, do you like tennis?" He walked up to him with a very familiar look.

He didn't speak, just nodded.

In fact, the eldest young master at that time was well protected by the family, and the people he could contact were all children of aristocratic schools, and he rarely got along with the commoners in the outside world.

At first, he said very little to this boy, but when he learned that the two were from the same country, his heart also fluctuated.

"Wow, what a coincidence, as fellows, let's have a fight."

Little did he know that his next defeat would be on a street tennis court. But this time he didn't have any chagrin.

It's just that I deeply feel that he is not strong enough.

But he didn't wait for the day when he was defeated.