When the head crosses Yokohama

Chapter 1

—He is the ray of sunshine that shines into the ashes.

Weird.

01.

In the dark rental house, a black-haired young man was buried in a book.

He was wearing a white shirt with only the second button buttoned up, so the neckline was a bit messy, revealing his collarbone loosely.

The side profile of the young man looked very quiet, and there was a tattoo of an inverted cross in the center of his drooping forehead. When he frowned slightly and thought about it, he only felt that this person was gentle, young and clean.

At this moment, he was sitting in front of the window in a relatively casual posture, holding a book in his hand, reading it with gusto.

It's a children's picture book, and the Japanese characters full of childishness are arranged on the pages of the book, and they stand out from the colorful background pages in an exaggerated way-in fact, he is studying this kind of magical characters.

The room was not very clean, the old wooden structure was full of filth, and there were still unknown yellow-brown traces on the mottled walls, which had been covered with dust due to the age.

Dirty is the only way to describe this room.

However, under such harsh conditions, young people holding children's picture books read them with gusto.He didn't care about the surrounding environment, and the expression on his face was quiet and peaceful, as if he was not sitting in front of a dilapidated window sill, but in a high-end coffee shop.

Ordinarily, he should be a bit out of place in such a room, but in fact it is not like that.Sitting in front of the dusty window sill and reading a book quietly, the young man who looks clean and refreshing has a strange sense of harmony with the dirty environment around him, probably because his expression is too peaceful, he does not look like an intruder, On the contrary, it is more like the ray of sunlight shooting into the dust.

However, apart from this ray of sunlight, the rest of the room looked dirty and lifeless.

The bed must have been made a long time ago. It was so narrow and cramped that it could only sleep one person.

Because of the humid air, the bed boards have been corroded, and the wooden railings have been drilled with small holes by small bugs. Under the dim light, they are densely packed, which looks very infiltrating.

At the same time, a leather cloak and a pair of leather pants were randomly placed on the bed, which were stained with a lot of blood.Especially the black leather cloak, its back was torn open with a huge opening, the coagulated blood dyed the color of the material itself deeper, it seemed that something bloody had happened.

But now, it was casually thrown aside by the owner, and the expression of the young man by the window made it hard for people to imagine what happened to this leather cloak before.

——The black-haired young man is named Kurolo Luxilu. A week ago, he wore a leather cloak and leather pants, and came to this world with serious injuries.

He snatched the white shirt, suit pants, and other things in the room that he was wearing now.

The room was old and dirty, quiet and dead.

At this moment, the "squeak" sound of feet stepping on the old wooden board came from outside the house. The sound was dense and regular, from far to near, and then stopped on their floor.Although the voice was not loud, and the visitor carefully controlled his movements, the voice was still very clear in the quiet space.

Kuroro's expression moved slightly, and the children's picture book in his hand turned a page lightly.

"Deng dong dong", 2 minutes later, people gathered in front of his door.

They didn't break in directly, but Kuroro heard the sound of several people pulling the bolt against his door-the visitor was not friendly.

The fragile wooden door was blasted open by a supernatural power—the white gloves were lightly attached to the door, and the light of the supernatural power suddenly burst out, and the door couldn't bear the repulsion in the next second and was blasted open.

This ability called "Luo Chun" is so powerful.

That's right - it's a supernatural power, not a telekinetic ability.

For Kuroro, this is a completely strange world.

It was a group of mafias who broke into the rental house, wearing suits and sunglasses, and they were trained to point to his head with a wooden barn as soon as they entered.

His thoughts were drawn away from the things he had just recalled, and the black-haired young man closed the pages of the book gracefully, and then stood up under a row of dark wooden warehouse entrances:

"May I ask what you are looking for me for?"

The voice is also unhurried.

At the head was a gentlemanly old man with a goatee and a black coat with a kerchief hanging down his neck.

Seeing the black-haired young man asking a question, he pushed aside the subordinates in front of him, with one hand behind his back, and walked in front of the young man.

"I came here to ask you something."

The gentlemanly old man nodded slightly to him, "I am Hirotsu of the Port Mafia, and some people call me the Centurion of the Black Lizard——as a fighting faction of the Port Mafia, we are here today just to understand some situation, I hope you can cooperate.”

Cooperate... Kuroro's eyes flicked across the rows of wooden warehouses pointing at his head, and there was no emotion in his dark pupils.

"Yesterday, a doctor with a young girl was attacked on the streets of Yokohama. Excuse me, have you noticed a Russian disguised as a policeman?"

Oh, it turned out to be for this matter.

Crowley remembered.

He came into this world with serious injuries a week ago, and he lay in a daze for a while. He just went out yesterday, when a sloppy doctor in a white coat walked by him, chasing the little girl in red and ran away .

Kuroro noticed the doctor almost instantly. The dangerous aura emanating from him was really noticeable, so he turned around and saw the sloppy doctor bouncing and following the little Lori into the seat. In the car, followed by a bang, the car exploded.

…………

The effect is quite gorgeous.

In fact, this was the first time that Kuroro saw the supernatural power with his own eyes-the glowing little loli lifted the sloppy doctor into the air before the explosion, and escaped the premeditated assassination at the nick of time.

It's a pity that he escaped the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. After the little Lolita chased her out, the doctor who temporarily lost the ability to protect himself was stabbed with a dagger by a Russian youth disguised as a policeman.

What a pity.

Kuroro only saw this, and the accident happened in an instant, causing quite a commotion on the spot.Seriously injured, he took advantage of the commotion to loot surrounding shops, looting shirts, suit pants and other items before leaving.

He didn't notice the whereabouts of a thin Russian youth.

"Sorry," Kurolo folded his hands, and what happened yesterday flashed through his mind quickly, but his face still looked ignorant: "I don't have any impression of Russians, I'm afraid you are I got the wrong guy."

"That's it, what a pity." The gentlemanly old man straightened his white gloves: "If it were other occasions, I would like to chat more with the young people now, but it's a pity that the timing is not right now."

He likes young people who are not arrogant or impetuous. As an old man who is about to retire, he has seen too many outstanding juniors. The younger generation is really scary, and with his many years of experience, the young man in front of him is not easy.

That's why I feel sorry.

"Someone plotted against our BOSS, and the fewer people who know about it, the better," Guangjin Liulang's vicissitudes of voice sounded in the dirty rental house. He lit a cigarette, "So sorry young man, if you want to blame, it's your bad luck."

Under the smog, an elderly gentleman wearing monocle came out of the dilapidated rental house.He smoked with his hands behind his back, raised his head and exhaled, enjoying the aftertaste of tobacco.

And the moment he closed the wooden door behind his back, there was a dense sound of wooden warehouses in the rental house.

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"Someone once said that behind me is the Blood Sea Hell. Wherever I go, the Blood Sea Hell will follow."

When the black-haired young man walked out of the rental house, there was a kind of trance-like smile on his face.

He used to scoff at this kind of statement, or at least couldn't laugh or cry, but after experiencing some things, he suddenly felt that this kind of strongly prejudiced and exaggerated statement might be right——Blood Sea Hell, before and after This is true, and it is not limited to him.

At least for now, the scene behind him fits perfectly.

None of the mafias who stayed in the rental house came out alive, and all of them were smashed into corpses by him.

After a week, the feeling of using mind power again was not smooth, but it was much better than expected - this time the injury had a huge impact on the body, but after the test just now, he found that it was not as smooth as he imagined. in the serious.

"Did you kill everyone within 2 minutes?" The cigarette in Guangjin's hand was not half burned, and the blood-stained black-haired youth came out.

Facing such a question, Kuroro just tilted his head.

Guangjin's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. This is the case when people are very old, and they are easily stimulated.When he thought of his subordinates who were alive and well a minute ago, a burst of regret flowed through his vicissitudes.

"It was my mistake in judgment. Even with age, society will always hit people by surprise."

Even in the mafia, he still hated the moment.

"What a scary young generation," stretched out his white-gloved hand, and Hirotsu's monocle reflected a look of vicissitudes, "It's more tricky than I expected, but because of this, I'm more Can't let you go."

——The leader was injured and attacked, and is currently unconscious. This news must not be spread.In order to pinch the source, their black lizards and a single fly cannot be let go during sensitive periods.

Kuroro casually flicked the blood on his hands, and laughed indifferently.

"Then let me see, what can you do for the belief you insist on?"