Three days ago.

Tokyo.

Night.

An ordinary izakaya.

There were no more customers in the shop, and only two people were left drinking at the front desk.

"Speaking of which, Senior Fengwu, you are also a first-hand witness to that incident back then?" A girl who was obviously a freshman, pushed her black-rimmed glasses, and her slightly green face showed an excited look, he took a sip of wine, looked at the senior next to him, and showed a slightly fanatical look.

"Well...... Sort of. "The man who is known as the predecessor of the style is a man with a little beard and a little decadent, but his handsome face makes up for his somewhat unkempt appearance, so that he does not look sloppy.

"Can you tell me a little bit about that incident? I was a high school student at the time, so I didn't expect to be able to partner with my seniors! The freshman once again showed an extremely obsessive and fanatical expression, almost grabbing the hand of the wind mist's predecessor and screaming like those idols.

"What happened back then...... Feng Mist senior shaved his mustache slightly, squinted his eyes, and his eyes exuded a faint intoxication of reminiscing about the past, "Actually, there's nothing to talk about, it's all over." ”

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just waved his hand to indicate that it was all old, and then recalled, it was just to increase the chance of insomnia tonight.

"How can this be! Senior, that was a sensational sword drawing incident in Japan! How can there be nothing to talk about! I really want to know how that murderer like Kenshin in Scarlet Village managed to kill 100 people in one night! Also, who is the mysterious person who appeared later, it is said that someone saw them duel on the top of Tokyo Tower on that snowy night, is it true?! The freshman had completely turned into an idol, and his two small fists were clenched excitedly in front of his chest, and his whole green face was completely red from alcohol and excitement.

"Draw the knife and fast......" Feng Wu's predecessor seemed to be completely stuck in the past, but he was there smiling slightly, and finally he raised his wine glass and drank it, and said with a long sigh, "Ah, I didn't expect it to be so many years in a flash, it's really ......"

"Senior !!" The freshman who had already turned into an idol finally couldn't help but grab the hand of Fengmist's predecessor and shouted with dissatisfaction.

"Anla, Ji Xiang, it's not good for a little girl to be so curious." Senior Feng Mist patted the girl's hand and stood up, "It's rare to be comfortable for so long, let's live well, safety first is the first criterion for being a good criminal policeman!" ”

He stretched his waist and said to himself comfortably: "Ah, speaking of which, I haven't taken a vacation for a long time, I really want to go back to my hometown, well, the evening cherry blossoms are about to open." ”

"What!" Ji Xiang, a newcomer who was abandoned by his predecessors, pouted his lips very depressedly and took a sip of wine, looking at the seniors who were lazily stretching their waists on the side.

Suddenly, I felt that he was completely different from the rumored Feng Mist who was both wise and brave.

Sure enough, are the rumors all exaggerated?

"Didi-di-" At that moment, Fengmist's cell phone rang, interrupting the vacation time he was revering there.

"Hey......" he lazily picked up the phone, hoping it wasn't a big deal.

But it shouldn't be a big deal.

Tokyo hasn't been a big deal for a few years.

He yawned at the thought.

"Wind mist, **annoying." The voice of his old partner Hattori came from the earpiece, sounding a little tired, as if he had just been dragged up from the quilt.

Feng Mi glanced at the clock on the wall of the izakaya and unknowingly drank until twelve o'clock.

"How much trouble?" Kazeki replied with a lack of interest, he had been with Hattori for many years, and he knew that he liked to exaggerate his personality.

Once, he just caught a thief on the street, and he can also be said to be a terrifying incident comparable to the knife pulling incident.

So he is immune to the so-called ** annoyance.

"It's as troublesome as it was back then." This time, however, Hattori's voice was distinctly serious, even though he had always described countless things in the same troublesome terms as he had then.

But this time, the wind mist could feel something different.

Although Hattori retired early in the knife pulling incident because of his injury, but when the initial crime occurred, he was with Feng Wu, and those scenes were ......

"Are you sure?" Feng Xue became cautious, and the laziness that had originally filled the outside of the pupils instantly dissipated, revealing the depth of the core inside.

"You'll know when you're here, ...... That newcomer Ji Xiang is by your side, right? Hattori asked after a pause.

"How?" The wind is strange.

"You'd better not bring him." Hattori's words are a bit inexplicable.

Of course, in the end, Feng Mist must have taken Ji Xiang with him.

Because this is also what Ji Xiang herself requested.

It's hard to get a big task, and if Ji Xiang, who is a freshman, retreats, it's also very bad.

You always have to experience a lot and learn a lot.

Wind Mist agrees.

But when he actually arrived at the scene, he knew why Hattori said that.

The whole scene was simply miserable, the internal organs and ten pieces flew everywhere, and the blood was pulled on the wall, like some exaggerated abstract painting in the dark night.

Ji Xiang had already run out and vomited wildly.

Feng Mist observed the scene without changing his face, and frowned, "Isn't this the territory of the Dark Group?" How did it come to this? ”

The Dark Gumi are Tokyo's newly rising powerful gang that has swept away the previously powerful Shinsengumi and Sanjo in less than a year.

Recently, it has become the No. 1 gang in Tokyo.

The limelight can be said to be unparalleled for a while.

How did this kind of thing come to fruition for no apparent reason?

Could it be that other gangs see them unpleasantly and join forces to get rid of them?

But this is too exaggerated, these damn gangsters, it's really time to rectify it.

Feng Mo frowned and thought unhappily, but he didn't think that this was a big trouble, at most, he was a little tired after the aftermath.

After all, there is really no public morality when the blood is smeared all over the floor.

"Don't frown yet, listen to the autopsy results." Hattori saw Feng Mist's impatience and quickly pointed to the forensic doctor who was busy in the pile of corpses.

"En......" The young forensic doctor was expressionless and rummaged through the corpses that could no longer be called corpses, and said slowly, "These corpses were torn apart at once by a terrible force beyond people's imagination, not knives or guns, but as if someone had blasted them apart directly with their fists......

He couldn't go on with this.

How can there be such a strong fist in this world?

Feng Hao and Hattori glanced at each other, and there was a haze in their eyes.

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