Rei Furuya firmly rejected Hasegawa Yu's suggestion to bring him an extra bottle of special pepper spray.

After sending away the guy who seemed to be worried about his "weak senior," he immediately dialed a number he knew by heart, "Hiro."

"Um?"

The call was quickly connected, and as if knowing what he was going to ask, Zhu Fujingguang restated his previous comments in a voice with a smile, "How is it, is the newcomer special and interesting?"

Furuya Rei was reluctant to comment on this, saying, "To some extent, it is indeed very 'special'."

This means you are still in doubt.

Zhu Fu Jingguang understood that his friend was more stubborn and suspicious than him, and would not easily believe the truth without verifying it himself.

But this time, Zhufu Jingguang was right to feel that he was inclined towards him.

Hasegawa Yuu does have a... "special" infectious power that makes people's emotions and thoughts slide to the other side unconsciously. His painting style is incompatible with this world.

Assuming that they are two different comics, then Hasegawa Yu is an Easter egg-like character who can make the style of the characters in another comic consistent with his own.

Feeling amused by his own analogy, Zhu Fu Jingguang leaned nonchalantly against the wall behind him. "Well, there's no need to worry too much about it for now, right?"

The guest characters from the next comic will naturally disappear after a page or two. Let's wait and see if the "newcomers" can survive the night in Beika Town.

After a brief exchange of words, he hung up the phone. Zhu Fujingguang raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the person who came. The smile on his lips faded a little, "Speyside."

"Long time no see, Scotland-chan~"

Spese raised his hand in greeting, his enchanting purple eyes flashing with light. "I heard that Boss's men are so rare to release a newcomer."

"Your intelligence is as good as ever." Zhu Fujingguang, who had long been accustomed to hearing this kind of address, was too lazy to correct his habit of speaking.

His relationship with the other party is neither good nor bad, after all, his good friend is also in the intelligence team.

Thinking about the encounter with the police in the park yesterday, Zhu Fujingguang didn't mind Speyside getting the message. "But sometimes it's better to keep your distance."

"Scotch-Sauce knows."

The man with semi-long hair stood a few steps away, a very friendly smile on his face. You couldn't tell at all that he was a member of a transnational criminal organization. "I always know my limits."

Zhu Fujingguang raised an eyebrow and skipped the topic. "Let's go. I hope we can deal with Muranishi's affairs today."

"It's a pity that he was killed by Scottish Sauce, otherwise he might have been tortured to extract more information about the Di Ai Group."

The man said so in a light tone, without much regret in his voice.

"Sorry, I'm a sniper who's not good at close combat, so it's understandable that I hit him a little too hard."

"?" Hagiwara Kenji glanced at Morufushi Kagemitsu in surprise. It was rare to see him joking. "Is that so?"

"Next time if Speyside's information comes faster, I might be able to stop in time." Zhu Fujingguang remained calm and did not mention the fact that he took action after receiving the news from the other party.

It doesn’t matter whether Zuoyoucunxi is dead or alive.

"What a willful request, Scotland-chan." Hagiwara Kenji shrugged nonchalantly, his true emotions hard to grasp. "I'll do my best~"

On the other side, Hasegawa Yu, who returned to the safe house to prepare for a night trip, sneezed several times in a row.

He rubbed the tip of his nose, not taking it to heart. While searching for something, he asked, "Ararat, was Senior Furuya the Black Side before the world collapsed?"

[Unclear.] Ararat paused. [I haven't received any relevant notification.]

"Eh..." Hasegawa Yu scratched his head in confusion.

I clearly feel that Furuya-senpai is also like a gray gem.

"Found it!" Hasegawa Yu finally took out what he wanted from his bag and immediately put his worries aside.

【……What's this?】

"Disposable nail polish."

Hasegawa Yu held up the black nail polish bottle in his hand and said, "I used this when I was shooting for a magazine. It was a rare dark theme, so I thought it was very fresh, so I asked the makeup artist for it."

This time it was Ararat's turn to be puzzled, "Then why did you take it out?"

“That’s how it’s played out in TV dramas.”

Hasegawa Yu took out a small nail polish brush and painted on his fingernails, "It's a dark and windy night, and bad guys will also wear black. This is to add to the atmosphere!"

[……] Ararat hesitated to speak, wanting to say that reality was different from shooting for a fashion magazine cover.

There aren’t many bad guys who can wear black nail polish!

"Wow, I thought these accessories were in the other suitcase."

Hasegawa Yu, who was halfway through applying nail polish, was pleasantly surprised to find a few jewelry boxes. "Ararat, what do you think of this reverse cross ear clip? Or the skull earrings? Oh! There are rings too."

【You are here to do a task, not to put on a show.】

"Maintaining beauty at all times is one of the essential qualities of an idol!" Hasegawa Yu argued confidently, "Even villains can't slack off!"

[……] Ararat sighed, [As long as you are happy.]

Forget it, they’re all wearing black anyway, so it doesn’t matter.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Furuya Rei met the orange-haired young man dressed in black at the agreed location on time.

"This time..."

He was halfway through his words when he saw the person coming and swallowed the rest of the sentence silently.

The young man who got out of the taxi was wearing a black windbreaker. The wide brim of his hat covered most of his face in shadow, leaving only a few strands of orange hair that were dyed dark by the night.

When closing the car door, the silver rings on the young man's index and middle fingers reflected a faint but unignorable light, which, combined with the black nail polish on his nails, inexplicably exuded a yandere and gloomy aura.

Looking at the person in front of him whose style had changed drastically, the tungsten filament light bulb above Fūya Rei's head, which would occasionally flash, went out completely with a "pop".

The young man stepped closer, his orange-gold eyes hidden in the darkness, and a curve slowly formed at the corners of his mouth.

Fūya Rei secretly became more vigilant.

"senior!"

Hasegawa Yu looked up, her beautiful face revealed before everyone, as if glowing in the night. The yandere and gloomy aura surrounding her was completely gone. "The taxi took me around for a long time. I was worried I wouldn't find the way. Luckily, I didn't get late."

The driver must have taken a detour and overcharged us.

"..." Fūya Rei, who figured out the truth in a second, looked at him, and the tungsten filament light bulb above his head lit up stubbornly again.

Fortunately, I have a mouth.

"Is this outfit okay?" Hasegawa Yu raised his arms to show himself to the man, "I actually have a pair of sunglasses, but they're too dark when I put them on."

"That's fine." Furuya Rei interrupted him, "I hate people wearing sunglasses at night."

It would remind him of someone he hated immensely.

Fortunately, he had tricked that unpleasant curly-haired guy into going to Bodo to complete a mission, so he would have a lot of peace and quiet in the short term.

As for whether the other party would retaliate after returning, Furuya Rei was not afraid.

Let’s talk about it when I come back alive.

Although with the opponent's strength, nine out of ten people are killers, and the remaining one is a killer intermediary, the city can probably thrive.

Rei Furuya sincerely hoped that he would stay there, in every sense of the word.

Putting aside irrelevant thoughts, he observed the orange-haired young man again, his eyes sweeping over the delicate dark patterns on his clothes and the punk cross on his earlobe, "...Why are you wearing nail polish?"

"Isn't it very effective?" Hasegawa Yu's eyes sparkled. "It should look even better with a black satin shirt, but it's a bit cold at night..."

Furuya Rei took a deep breath, unwilling to admit that he had been fooled by someone who relied on his clothes for a second. "From now on, just wear clothes that are easy to move around in. Don't do these... fancy things."

Before the young man could speak, he continued, "Next, follow me quietly."

Hasegawa Yu blinked and zipped up his mouth obediently: (OxO)

When he wasn't talking, the orange-haired young man, whose expression didn't fluctuate much, exuded a faint, yandere and gloomy aura.

Having seen through the disguise, Rei Furuya looked away and felt a headache for the first time in a long time.

He was still ripped off by the driver. Is this guy really an idiot?

...Luckily I have a mouth.