"Kaa is still very reasonable." Tiamali looked at the text message and nodded with satisfaction.
"If you don't do what he wants, you will see if he is unreasonable." Peinuo mocked coolly from the side.
Tiamali: ...Isn't this nonsense?
If Kaa hadn't done what he wanted, the detective would have died long ago.
Why don't you listen to Kaa? Even if you play with your brain, you can't beat others, so let's use your hands... You are no match for anyone.
It's good to be a subordinate.
Speaking of which, the detective also wasted a bottle of medicine.
"Penno, give me another bottle of healing potion." Tiamali stretched out her hand towards Peno without hesitation.
Peino: ...I'm not rich either.
"Please, Peno, okay~" Tiamali grabbed Peno's sleeve and stared at the other person with her pink eyes, full of sincere emotions.
Peno:……
He tried to pull out his sleeves, but failed.
Tiamali was still squatting next to him and staring.
"You don't want me to die while doing the mission, right~ Peino~ Hao Peino~"
Peino closed his eyes, pretending that he could neither hear nor see.
"Are you really not going to give it to me? Xiaoqian~" Tiamali lowered her voice.
"Here you go, I'll give it to you later." Penuo raised his hand feebly.
This guy Tiamali shouldn't know his identity.
Madman Tiamali doesn't care at all about offending other people.
Threaten yourself at every turn.
Maybe in her opinion, this might mean that the other party regards her as a friend.
After all, ordinary people are not worthy of the threat of Tiamali.
"Don't just use this kind of thing for boring things. It's not a waste." Peinuo said helplessly.
"Since Kaa told you that the other party will not die, just stab him a few more times to avoid the vital points. If you go to check, it will only be a minor injury, so there is no need to waste medicine." Peino said seriously.
"..." Tiamali's expression was uncertain and unpredictable.
Yeah, is this shot cool? It was just one shot, so it was so exciting. In the end, he even used the medicine to save the other party from death.
If I stabbed a few more times...
"Next time, I will definitely make it up next time." The pink-haired girl had a bright smile on her face, but her eyes were full of morbidity and madness.
Blood, blood, a little more, a little more blood.
"Huh." Peino silently reached out and covered his eyes.
Can't see, can't hear.
That way I wouldn't know that Tiamali was sick again.
…
"That's what happened..." The man sat on the sofa where the guests were waiting.
"I hope Detective Tsushima can find my father and..." At this point, the man's body couldn't help but tremble.
"The person who killed my mother." His tone was filled with hatred.
Shuji Tsushima sat on the sofa, looking at the man on the sofa opposite, and casually picked up the coffee cup.
"Mr. Nishida should know."
"The Tsushima Office does not accept requests to find people. If you are looking for someone, please go to the Mori Detective Agency next door..." He closed his eyes and took a sip of coffee.
"The Tsushima Office only handles murder cases, right? I know that." The man said.
"Isn't the murder case nineteen years ago a murder case?" He suppressed his anger.
"And...after the prisoner is found, a murder may occur?" The man took a deep breath and calmed down.
"The reason why I came to see Detective Tsushima is because you are different from other detectives."
"Other detectives will only think about sending prisoners to prison. Once they know that I will kill prisoners, they will never accept my commission..."
"But President Tsushima, that's not the case."
"Compared to mainstream detectives, you should only regard reasoning as a hobby, and you should not care about the life or death of the prisoner." The man looked serious.
This was also the answer he deduced from the previous cases of Chairman Tsushima.
Several times, the murderer of the case investigated by the other party was killed by other people, but Tsushima Shuji didn't care at all.
To him, it does not matter whether the murderer is dead or alive, and who kills him.
Of course, he also has a gambling mentality.
If Tsushima Shuji doesn't accept his commission, or in other words, accepts his commission but wants to prevent him from killing the prisoner...
Thinking of this, the man's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously put his hands into his pockets.
"Do you want to kill several of them by yourself?" Shuji Tsushima asked.
Although it was a question, the tone was very calm.
"Your courage is commendable." He commented lightly.
"But I don't accept this commission." Tsushima Shuji put down the coffee cup in his hand and said.
It's such a troublesome thing to find someone...
Although I am very bored, looking for someone is also boring.
And the murder case nineteen years ago.
Nineteen years ago, there was no Shuji Tsushima in this world.
"In that case..." The man stood up with a stiff expression.
"I'll just take my leave." He turned around and prepared to leave.
"Do you know, White Crow?" Tsushima Shuji looked at his back and suddenly said with interest.
"White Crow?" The man stopped and turned to look at the young man with a confused expression.
"Some time ago in the United States, a national live broadcast was conducted to judge the existence of evil." The young man leaned back on the sofa leisurely.
"The American police haven't found them yet." He said with one hand on his chin.
"Does this have anything to do with my commission?" the man asked standing there.
"Before the live broadcast ended, what did the White Crow member say..." The young man looked like he couldn't remember.
The man stared at him.
A fourteen-year-old boy.
Extraordinarily thin and immature, with a cold and sick air lingering around him, fragile and delicate handsomeness.
"They created a website. As long as the crimes committed by the prisoners and clues are left on that website, the prisoners will be tried." The boy with a bandage on his right eye looked at him with his iris-colored left eye.
"But I don't know the prisoner's name." The man frowned.
"Don't you have a clue?" The young man looked at the necklace around his neck.
The man silently reached out and held the necklace.
"Nineteen years ago, I watched four men break into our home and kill my mother in front of me."
"Then he knocked me out. When I woke up again, I had been sold far away."
"I still can't forget the blood that splattered when they stabbed the knife into my mother's body, and their wild and proud smiles..."
Even though nineteen years have passed, he has forgotten the faces of those people in his memory.
"White Crow? I understand." He nodded and left.
"Why did you suddenly think of finding something for White Crow?" Scotland on the side asked while putting away the coffee cup after the people left.
"Because...it's boring." Tsushima Shuji's eyes were filled with nothingness.
[If you are too bored, you will think of things you shouldn't think of. ]
"Let the White Crow perform for me again. Their performance is much more interesting than the circus." Tsushima Shuji said with a deep smile.
"Kaa, have you ever been to a circus performance?" Scotland asked curiously.
"I watch it often." Shuji Tsushima looked into the sky, as if he was lost in memories.
"Once, the circus came to the local area, and the children were very curious, so everyone decided to watch it secretly."
"But the circus people discovered it and drove away all the other children, leaving me alone, and invited me to watch."
That's why when he was a child, no one wanted to play with him.
Special treatment everywhere.
*[...Are we guilty? Is it our sin to be born into aristocracy? ]
"Kaa, do you...do you still have such a past?" Scotland didn't know what to say.
"No." The young man smiled nonchalantly.
"It's just my fantasy." He said confidently.
[Just treat this as all fantasy and illusion, don’t think about it, don’t look at it...]
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