In the dark room, the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door from time to time made the young man under the quilt couldn't help but frown.
The boy's consciousness was struggling between dreams and reality.
The sound of approaching footsteps, the scene of the wine bottle being smashed, the drunken face of the man, the angry words...
The young man sat up suddenly.
For a moment, I couldn't tell where I was.
He looked around in panic, his silver eyes showing some vigilance.
Consciousness gradually returned and he finally calmed down.
it's all over.
He is now in an orphanage.
There was a vibrating sound from the mobile phone next to the pillow, which suddenly pulled the young man out of the mud.
He picked up his phone and saw a message from the bank:
"Your account 3333 was credited with 111,111 yen on April 4th."
Kyo Sosuke probably calculated the savings he had in his mind, and was very pleased that he would be able to move out with one more order.
Suddenly, a harsh warning sound came from the computer.
Kyosuke lifted the quilt and rushed to the computer without having time to put on his shoes.
After simply pressing a few keys on the computer, a screen suddenly appeared on the screen.
The picture showed an empty street. Soon, a yellow-haired inverted triangle-shaped eye appeared in the middle of the street.
He walked on the street, kicking the trash cans on the street from time to time.
Kyosuke typed on the keyboard again, and the screen on the computer screen turned into a map.
There is a yellow line on the map that goes between different streets. There happens to be a striking red dot on the yellow line, moving little by little.
The position of the red dot is exactly on the street in the picture just now.
Kyo Sosuke knew something in his mind, got up, changed into a loose black T-shirt and black shorts, hung a silver necklace with a skull as a pendant around his neck, hung it on his chest, and then took out the red skateboard in the closet.
It's night now, and going out will inevitably attract a crowd of people to watch.
Kyosuke didn't want to make such a big fuss, so he jumped out of the window holding the scooter.
There were many vacant rooms in the orphanage. When he came, he specially picked a remote room so that he could go out quietly now.
When I landed, there was only a slight sound of my feet hitting the grass.
Kyo Sosuke stood there and listened for a while, but there was no movement behind him.
The next second, he moved.
Run-up, jump.
The boy's jumping ability is amazing, and the outer wall of the kindergarten is not high to begin with.
It actually made the young man jump up immediately.
Holding the skateboard in one hand, just in case, the boy maintained a crouching position when he landed on the wall. He placed one hand on the wall, stabilized his body, and jumped off again.
A series of movements are clean, smooth and silky.
After the boy landed, he put his skateboard on the ground, stepped on the skateboard with one foot, kicked the other foot on the ground, and walked away.
The black hair is swaying in the wind, the skull is swaying slightly on the chest, the red skateboard is speeding on the road, the buildings on both sides are retreating quickly, and the breath of freedom is escaping along the fluttering corners of the clothes.
The young man's figure flashed across the road like a shooting star, and a white-haired mushroom-headed young man stood on the wall that the young man had just climbed out of.
He listened intently to the sound of Kyo Sosuke's skateboarding.
After having a rough guess about his path, he quickly jumped off the wall and ran with all his strength.
The night wind blew all the boy's hair back, revealing his smooth forehead.
His blue eyes were bright.
The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.
He took a completely different route from Kyo Sosuke's, traveling through various alleys, but he was also getting closer to him.
...Kyo Sosuke was running in this area for the first time. Although he was not familiar with the road conditions, he knew the map by heart.
Still, I wasted a little time just to make sure I wasn't going the wrong way.
By the time he arrived, the streets were deserted.
He recalled the place where he had seen that person often appearing. After thinking for a moment, he kicked off his feet, crossed the street with his skateboard, turned right, crossed the street again, and turned left.
Sure enough, I found it.
The boy stood his skateboard against the wall.
The skateboard made a clicking sound as it leaned against the wall.
The whole body's breath suddenly changed.
Powerful, cold, and dangerous.
Huang Mao's figure froze in place, his pupils suddenly shrank into a small dot, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
A gloomy voice came from behind:
"Kimura Kento appeared in Qingmizuzaka two days ago with a knife in his hand and kidnapped a junior high school student."
He turned around stiffly and saw a black-haired boy wearing black clothes. The skull on his chest seemed to have a red light flashing, and his silver eyes looked at him with disgust, as if he was a big piece of garbage.
"You...who are you?"
The young man did not answer him, but came to him and waved his hands on him.
He felt his pocket light up, and the knife in his pocket was already in the boy's hand.
The boy seemed to be playing with a ball, throwing the knife in his hand high, catching it again, throwing it up again, and catching it again...
His eyes were not on Xiaodao at all, but were staring closely into his eyes.
The yellow-haired boy looked timid and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He said bluffingly: "You...are you here to avenge that junior high school student? I'm warning you, I am..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the black-haired boy: "It has nothing to do with that junior high school student. I just can't stand someone using a knife in a fight."
The boy caught the knife and thrust it straight into the yellow-haired boy's eye.
The speed was so fast that the yellow-haired boy only had time to scream, his legs weakened and he collapsed to the ground.
The knife also followed his movements and stopped in front of his eyeballs.
The yellow-haired boy didn't dare to move, for fear of accidentally getting a knife in his eye.
My heart almost jumped out of my mouth, and my legs couldn't stop shaking.
The black-haired boy bent over and looked at him pretending to be confused and asked:
"Isn't this your knife? Why are you so scared?"
The yellow-haired boy came back to his senses from the extreme fear. He couldn't help but kick his legs back. Tears kept flowing down as if out of control. His eyes looked at the knife in front of him and the innocent face of the black-haired boy with fear, whimpering in his mouth. Author:
"I...I...I...was...wrong."
The young man put away the expression on his face, and his expression became extremely cold. He stood up straight, walked slowly and step by step to the yellow-haired young man, stepped on his hand, and crushed it hard.
The yellow-haired boy screamed.
"It must be the knife used by this hand."
"Next time you fight with a knife, be prepared for me to come to you again."
"But after I come to your door, I won't let you go as easily as this time."
The yellow-haired boy had no doubt that he would be blinded by the boy next time. He kept nodding his head while crying, and said words of begging for mercy:
"I was wrong...wuwu fight...wuwu never use a knife again."
"Also, remember to tell your organization is still a gang. This is my rule."
"I will definitely tell my boss."
The black-haired boy saw Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, glanced at him with a half-smile, and left without saying much, taking his skateboard with him.
When the yellow-haired boy saw him getting up, he quickly got up from the ground and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves. Fear lingered, and a fierce look flashed in his inverted triangular eyes.
As soon as he walked out of the alley, he met a pair of blue eyes.
"What's the problem between you and that person just now?"
(End of chapter)