Hirao looked at the brown-haired officer opposite, and only after a while did he let out a low laugh, the laughter seemed to be stuck in his throat, with some sobriety and madness to swallow.

"Interesting, Mr. Officer," Hirao said, looking into the brown-haired young man's eyes, word for word, "it doesn't look like a police officer would do to knock the hostages back unconscious." ”

"Anyway, she was too nervous and fainted." Toru Asada smiled at the corners of his mouth, his tone was relaxed, and the pistol aimed at Hirao's head did not shake at the slightest bite, and there was a posture that the other party would collapse if he said something wrong.

The man in front of him had an extraordinarily gentle smile on his face, and he stood in a relaxed and casual manner, completely devoid of the tension of the confrontation with the gun raised, as if this kind of scene was commonplace for him.

Hirao Takashi and Toru Asada talked back and forth, and the right hand that naturally hung down quietly wiped it off his waist.

Two more gunshots rang out, and there was an extra blood hole on the left and right hands of Hirao.

"A gun on his right waist, a knife on his left leg, and a few button bombs in his jacket pocket," the brown-haired young man's smiling voice reached Hirao's ears, but it sounded cool.

"Can you please keep your hands away from these dangerous objects, I'm afraid I won't be able to control the bullets in my hands."

So far, the other party has fired four shots without hesitation, although he has no killing intent for the time being, he does not doubt that the young man opposite can send the last bullet into his brain at any time.

The yellow-faced escaped prisoner grinned excitedly, as if he had seen the madness of a god, but his brain was extremely clear at the moment, and he just stared at the person opposite.

"I see, you're not here to save people at all."

"I have something to ask you," Toru Asada smiled and looked back, shaking the unconscious Moriran in his arms, "This guy is by the way." ”

"That's a pity," Hirao looked at the hostage who had just run away from him with regret, and then turned his head to look at the brown-haired officer in front of him, the corners of his mouth grinned in a strange arc, "Give me the person in your hand, and I can answer any questions you have." ”

Nothing stimulates a person's killing intent more than watching the person he wants to save die, so he originally wanted to kill the hostage in his hand the moment the police chased him.

He had seen countless creatures called policemen, whose guns were always aimed at the sky, used as a warning, used as a deterrent, and would not be aimed at people's vital points even if they were forced to do so.

But it's too boring, like a duel with a male lion who has lost its claws in the Colosseum, and the opponent without killing intent can't produce the slightest pleasure, even if you stab the knife into the opponent's body, it will flow out boring blood.

It was rare for him to see such an interesting policeman...... Or rather, he's not a cop at all, but none of that matters, he just wants more exciting, more energetic blood.

But it's a pity that the other party still has a burden in his hands.

"You're also in the way," Hirao Taka's voice whispered like a demon, "Hand her over to me, and when she's free, we can have a good talk." ”

"It's a bit of a hindrance." Toru Asada nodded matter-of-factly, glanced at the Mao Lilan in his hand with disgust, and after thinking for two seconds, he simply threw the person to the ground.

The left hand is free, and I can finally put it in my pocket happily.

Maoriran in a coma: ?

Toru Asada took two steps forward with his gun in his hand, blocking the little ghost lying on the ground, and the brown-haired young man didn't have much smile in his eyes, but still made a joke with interest.

"But this little ghost is the daughter of my grandfather's uncle's grandson's cousin's uncle's brother's student," Toru Asada bent the corner of his eye, a bullet pulled a bloody mark on Hirao's face, and the brown-haired young man's lazy words floated into Hirao's ears, "If she dies here, I will have a headache writing a report." ”

Well, he just didn't want to write a report.

Toru Asada threw the police gun aside when he emptied the magazine, and replaced it with the pistol that Mao Lilan had just handed over, and the old five-wheeled pistol was held in his hand, and Toru Asada frowned imperceptibly.

Is there only one bullet left in it?

The chaotic thoughts swirled in Asada's mind for a second, and then the brown-haired officer regained his expression as if he was smiling, and the gun in his hand was always firmly aimed at Hirao.

Hirao only felt that he had felt the thrill of adrenaline for the first time in a long time, and his yellow face was flushed with a hint of redness.

"So, what do you ask?"

He had a gut feeling that the other party's question would make the current direction more interesting.

"I'm curious about what the public security officer looked like when he died." The brown-haired young man narrowed his eyes slightly, not hiding the malice he revealed.

"Your expression doesn't look like you want to avenge that police officer." Hirao Gui smiled more and more wildly.

"Well—after all, my prey was inexplicably snatched by someone else, and I always want to know what happened." Toru Asada curled the corners of his mouth.

Hirao looked into the brown-haired officer's eyes, and there was irrepressible excitement in his tone, and his words seemed to show love: "I also want to know if you are not going to let me get out of here alive." ”

Toru Asada didn't speak, and Takashi Hiratao had already got the answer from the smile on the other side, and for the first time in his life, the murderer who escaped from prison burst out laughing so heartily.

"It's funny—it's so funny—you want to kill that policeman, and you want to kill me, who killed that policeman—but you don't know who you want to kill, poor thing, Mr. Officer, only a wild dog can bite like you."

After a burst of laughter, Takasai Hirao looked up frantically.

"Do you know, people's killing intent is colored, and you are now red like a blood mist, fresh and surging, but oxidized to black and smelly."

Hirao Gui smiled and bowed down decently: "In return for your killing intent, I decided to answer your question-"

"He's hurting."

That's all, what expressions can a dying person have - unwillingness, regret, struggle, those are the thoughts of a living person, and when he left the scene after stabbing a few times, the police officer surnamed Yamazaki was still lying in a pool of blood with convulsions.

Toru Asada fell silent for a while, but Takashi Hiratao became more and more excited the more he spoke, and his blood gushed endlessly.

"People who hurt to the limit can't control their expressions at all, they can't see anything but a blank blank on their faces."

Takashi Hiratao said as he stepped back, and it didn't take long for him to cross an intersection, and Toru Asada followed step by step with his gun, always keeping a safe distance within the range.

Hirao's smile deepened, and his expression became more distorted, and his expectant eyes motioned for the brown-haired officer to look at the road on his right.

"What do people think before they die, and I want to know about this kind of thing—"

"You say yes, Mr. Officer."

Toru Asada followed his gaze, and at the intersection on the right-hand side lay a woman in a dark green suit, shot in both legs, stabbed several times in the chest, and with a broken glass syringe at hand.

Judging by the degree of coagulation and oxidation of the blood, she has been dead for a long time.

It is a Tsuji yuzu.

“…… I changed my mind. ”

Toru Asada smiled brightly, the gun in his hand silently pointed at the center of the opponent's eyebrows, and when he raised his eyes again, his brown pupils dilated a lot.

He had never been so calm.

"—you're going to die here for me right now."

"Archer/Brother Asada!"

The shouts were accompanied by the sound of gunshots, and the next second Toru Asada was thrown aside by Kenji Hagiwara, and the bullet he fired was as good as grazing Hirao's cheek.

Toru Asada: "......"

"Ahh The brown-haired young man got up with a bitter face, rubbed his head in distress and rubbed his bag on the wall, and then he raised his head and looked at his own body with a complaining expression.

"Kenji Hagiwara, which side are you!"