She noticed that he had put away the gun, and she made up her mind, "Some things cannot be measured by 'whether they are worth it.' Toru Amuro, I took action because they deserved to die."

At the end of the emotional part, she continued to rationalize: "The police can't arrest them, and the law can't punish them. I don't mind doing it myself."

After saying this, she was afraid that her words would label herself too "just", so she made up for it, "We have been in the organization for so many years, you wouldn't persuade me to 'obey the law' at this time, right?"

?”

She won't try to explain her behavior in a subtle way, but she can strike first and put the label of "obeying the law" on his head.

Furukawa Kumisa didn't know how much effect her combo of attacks could have on Amuro Toru. She only saw him take a deep breath and then extend his hand to her.

"Give me the stuff."

Furukawa Kumisa frowned: It seems that the speech therapy failed.

Furukawa Kumisa sighed, and was about to let the system take action when he heard him speak again.

He stretched out his palm towards her and said two words slowly.

Fukusaki Kaito felt that he was really unlucky today.

Because of the woman who committed suicide by jumping off a building while escaping, he has been summoned to the Metropolitan Police Department every day for investigation. Fortunately, his father has told him in advance that as long as the woman was killed by an accidental fall, everything else will be done.

Leave it to the adults to handle.

Without a toy to vent his daily emotions, he had nowhere to vent his resentment and anger, and could only rely on some special drugs to satisfy his needs.

As a result, when I first arrived at the store today, before the pre-show even started, I was inexplicably splashed with drinks.

Just when Fukusaki Kaito was about to attack, he saw that the other party had already apologized to him: "Ah, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it, sir..."

When she got closer to him, Kaito Fukusaki could see her face clearly in the dim light.

At that moment, Fukusaki Kaito changed his mind.

——Maybe he can use this woman as an appetizer.

The woman in the purple skirt was still talking: "Let's go to the bathroom. Can I wipe it for you?"

Of course Fukusaki Kaito would not object, he would even ask for it.

He put on his usual gentleman mask, but couldn't hide the lewd look in his eyes: "Of course."

Then he followed the pace of the woman in the purple skirt and walked all the way to the bathroom.

It's strange to say that the woman in front of him obviously didn't move very fast, but every time he wanted to approach her or touch her, she would dodge it just right to avoid the flow of people. After several times, he let

Fukusaki Kaito, who was eager to get started, was a little anxious.

The toilets in this nightclub are shared by men and women, and there are three in the whole store. There is a sign erected at the door of the place they went to.

"The facilities are damaged and awaiting repairs."

Fukusaki Kaito felt that even God was helping him. After all, it meant that no one in the huge bathroom would disturb them.

The woman in the purple skirt looked a little embarrassed, "Ah, sir, the bathroom here seems to be unusable... But we are just dealing with the water stains on our bodies, so it shouldn't matter, right?"

"Of course it doesn't matter."

To be honest, Fukusaki Kaito felt that he could hardly bear it anymore.

Almost as soon as the two of them stepped into the bathroom, he stretched out his hand and wanted to pull the woman into his arms.

——Because of what happened recently, he was detained by his family and kept on a vegetarian diet for several days. He had to have a good vegetarian diet today.

Just a second before he was about to touch the slender white arm, he felt his wrist tighten, and the sound came before the pain.

He only heard a "click" and his wrist was bent into an unnatural arc. The pain suddenly invaded the nerves in his brain, which made his brain numbed by alcohol and drugs wake up a little.

"Ah -" He had just opened his mouth and screamed in pain when he felt a piece of cloth was suddenly stuffed into his mouth, and it even smelled like toilet cleaner.

He belatedly looked to the side, only to see a dark-skinned man standing in the bathroom that was supposed to be empty. It was he who broke his wrist and took the rest of the bathroom.

The rag was stuffed into his mouth.

Fukusaki Kaito was still confused by the sudden change when he saw the woman who brought him in earlier frowned and looked at him with a look that no longer had the smile she had just now. She was cold and disgusted, as if she was looking at a piece of harmful garbage.

She looked at him and spoke as if she was talking to the dark-skinned man next to her.

"Tsk, you are impulsive. If the traces of broken wrist are written on the autopsy report, it will not be easy to deal with."

...autopsy? What are they talking about?

Before he could react, he felt another severe pain on the wrist that had been pinched by the black-skinned man. His wrist was forcibly twisted back, but his scream of pain was blocked by the disgusting rag.

in the throat.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible."

He heard the man say this.

The woman in the purple skirt stopped talking. She just looked at her watch, and then said impatiently: "You should be more agile, I feel like I'm going to suffocate just being in the same bathroom with this thing."

...Thing? What thing? He is not a thing!!

He glared at them angrily, but the two people in front of him paid no attention to his plans. The woman in the purple dress didn't even look at him from beginning to end, as if just a slight glance at him would dirty her eyes.

Then he felt a chill on his arm, the cuff was suddenly pulled up to his arm, the exposed flesh was slightly pricked, and a needle was pushed in.

"...Hmm!!!!"

The medicine in the syringe flowed into his body - it was a familiar feeling, but it was a dose he had never experienced before. The excitement and twitching sensation swept through his nerves at the same time, and Fukusaki Kaito lost consciousness in an instant.

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he saw the woman in the purple dress speaking with disgust: "...This way of death is really an advantage for him."

Five minutes later, Furukawa Kumisa kicked Mr. Scumbag who was lying limply on the ground, "Is it almost time?"

She squatted down, wanting to test the man's pulse and breathing, but she really didn't want to touch dirty things, so she frowned in disgust.

Fortunately, Toru Amuro didn't make things difficult for her. He knelt down, took her place, and touched Fukusaki Kaito's carotid artery.

"There is still a slight beating, please wait?"

Furukawa Kumisa naturally has no objection. They always like to eliminate the weeds and leave no harm behind.

Toru Amuro took out the alcohol cotton, wiped off all the fingerprints on the syringe, then put it into the hand of Fukusaki Kaito who was lying on the ground, and carefully placed his thumb on the propeller, making sure to do it perfectly.

The point of Furukawa Kumisa is not here: "You actually carry alcohol with you? Are you thinking about destroying your fingerprints all the time?"

Toru Amuro was a bit dumbfounded: "Compared to destroying fingerprints, the most common use of alcohol cotton is to treat wounds, right?"

Will normal people think that alcohol wipes are used to "destroy fingerprints" when they see them?

Furukawa Kumisa thought about it, and it was right.

Then she stretched out her right hand in front of Toru Amuro.

"……What's wrong?"

Amuro Toru took a look and saw that there were no wounds.

Furukawa Kumisa wrinkled his face in disgust, "When I poured wine on this scumbag, he helped me. I'm so unlucky. Please help me disinfect it."

Toru Amuro subconsciously glanced at Mr. Scumbag's right hand, and then regretfully remembered that they had to pretend it was an accident and couldn't chop off his hand.

He pulled her to the sink: "There aren't many alcohol wipes left. I'll help you wash your hands."

Furukawa Kumisa's brows furrowed even deeper, and he snorted rather willfully, "Stingy."

As she said that, she withdrew her hand, and without Toru Amuro's help, she rubbed it up and down several times before she felt better.

Toru Amuro laughed at her complaint and did not refute her. He just watched her rub it several times until her skin turned a little red, and then he advised her to stop.

"Okay, okay, if you wash it again, the skin will break."

He turned off the water for her, then looked at the disgusted look on her face, and suddenly laughed, "Then I'll pour wine on the next target, okay? You wait in the bathroom."

Furukawa Kumisa looked him up and down, then shook his head: "You can't."

"Why?"

Furukawa Kumisa rolled his eyes at him: "The other person is not gay."

Toru Amuro rubbed his nose:...Okay, I'm being disliked again.

Toru Amuro went back to the inner room to check on Fukusaki Kaito's condition. Furukawa Kumisa followed him and slowly swayed in, then leaned against the wall nearby, watching with interest as he made the final touches.

He pulled Fukusaki Kaito's clothes flat so that he could not see that he had been entangled, then took the rag out of his mouth and put it into his pocket - after all, it contained his saliva and could not be left on it.

on site.

He even took the medicine box she threw in the car and threw it on the ground next to the body. He really made sure that every detail was perfect.

...Look at this professional look. He is really an old killer.

Furukawa Kumisa's mood was subtly complicated.

Twenty minutes ago, when Toru Amuro insisted on asking her for an injection, she almost classified him as "stubborn" and "hopeless", hoping that the system would take action to put him down first.

But he just stretched out his hand towards himself, and then said two words lightly.

"I'll do it."

This kind of person is not worth it, don't get your hands dirty.
To be continued...