Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Thank you, little detective.

twenty three

Mo Shiyu raised his head and seemed to hear someone talking.

After half an hour of question and answer, all his remaining sanity was hanging by the voice in his ears. He tried hard to open his eyes and found that there was finally light in front of him.

What caught my eye was a blurry shadow, like falling silver hair.

"Gin..." Mo Shiyu instinctively recognized it and subconsciously curled up there, but every time he moved, he felt a numb pain and itch, like being burned or shot. His internal organs felt like they were displaced, especially his wrist, which was hanging. His eyebrows were filled with pain and endurance, "Uh..."

Electric shock is known as one of the most cruel punishments in human history, with a higher pain level than nails piercing bamboo thorns, pepper spray on whips, etc.

Yes, he's trained. He can't pass out. That's bad news.

Probably realizing that he no longer had the energy to talk back, Gin didn't say anything else. Mo Shiyu thought he was going to turn around and leave, but he found that he had squatted down.

A pair of cold, slender hands grabbed his wrists, pulled the electrodes, and then placed them on the ropes that bound his hands.

The rope was covered with sharp barbs, which had cut deeply into the flesh during the half-hour struggle. Blood flowed from the upper arm to the shoulder. Gin pulled out his dagger, but did not touch the wound. He only cut the part of the rope that was not in contact with the wrist.

Without support, his exhausted body fell forward.

He fell into an equally cold embrace.

Mo Shiyu thought Gin would push him away out of disgust, but it seemed that was not the case. His face never touched the rough ground.

But the other party didn't seem to have any intention of picking him up.

He wanted to say something to persuade this cold-blooded killer not to abandon him, but his trembling lips could only spell out one word for a long time, "Hair..."

Gin lowered his eyes, and in his vision he could see the ends of the two people's hair tangled up due to static electricity.

Yes, Gin's silver hair hanging down his chest had already mingled with the gray hair of the person in his arms, and then exploded together, like two mixed tails.

Mr. Qin, who always had good hair: "..."

Mo Shiyu tilted his head to look at him in his arms, raising the corner of his lips which were bloodshot.

Gin looked at him and slowly smiled. He said slowly, "You still have the energy to make jokes. It seems I don't need to worry about you anymore."

“…”

No, it's not. Mo Shiyu shook his head in confusion. He was clearly trying to convince Gin to take him away. Look, even their hair has grown together.

Wait… He suddenly realized vaguely that this reason didn't seem to hold water. After all, hair can be separated easily, and it's not like the flesh is connected together.

→Someone who suffered from dementia after being electrocuted.

Unable to move his hands, he opened his mouth wide and grabbed a strand of Gin's hair with his trembling teeth.

"You can't leave, we..." He whimpered from his throat, "we are connected..."

Help me, I feel like I'm dying.

No one answered him for a long time. Mo Shiyu bit his hair tightly and refused to let go. After a while, he realized that his numb body seemed to be picked up.

Gin didn't say anything else. Mo Shiyu only heard the steady ups and downs of footsteps. After a few seconds, his vision suddenly brightened. Mo Shiyu couldn't help but frown, and then he felt a hand covering his eyes.

They walked out of the dark execution chamber.

Mo Shiyu leaned on the shoulder that was not warm at all and closed his eyes heavily.

The rain outside still hasn't stopped, and the sound of the raindrops echoes in my ears.

Vodka parked the car at the door and was leaning against the door smoking. When he turned around, he saw his wise and brave elder brother walking towards him holding a long-haired figure.

Oh my god. Vodka was so scared that he dropped his cigarette. Long hair? Did Big Brother kidnap a woman?

Brother, do you like playing like this?

No, if you look closely, it's long smoky gray hair.

Vodka suddenly relaxed.

It's Valentine, that's all right.

It was not until Gin approached that Vodka saw that Valentine's body seemed to be suffering from nervous spasms, and his hanging hands were shaking violently.

His wrists were deeply wedged by ropes and barbs, blood still dripping from them. The wounds were so deep that it was obvious how much he had struggled during the execution.

Vodka was silent for a moment, and probably guessed what the punishment would be.

Gin asked, "What are you standing there for?"

Vodka reacted and quickly opened the car door. Gin put Mo Shiyu in the back seat and sat in the passenger seat himself.

"Where to, brother?"

Gin uttered a single word, "Safe house."

Vodka immediately nodded in understanding.

Although this is the organization's base, it is not a wise decision to let Valentine stay here to recuperate.

There are too many people here, a mixed bag, and they are all murderers with no bottom line. Leaving the weak Valentine here is probably like throwing a top-notch prey into a pack of wolves that are so hungry that their eyes are green.

Valentine could be eaten alive.

Along the way, Vodka subconsciously drove the car more steadily and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Valentine, lying in the back seat, was obviously unconscious, his head tilted to one side, his long hair winding at his side. His hair color was extremely bright, but his eyebrows hid pain.

His lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something.

Vodka deliberately lowered the sound of the car and finally heard Valentin's voice clearly.

"I'm sorry..." Valentine suppressed his voice and murmured, "I'm sorry, please stop... Doctor..."

Vodka subconsciously glanced at Gin, but only saw a pair of gradually deepening light green pupils on Gin's expressionless face.

Vodka drove to a safe house not far from here. When Gin got out of the car, he said, "You go back first."

After a sip of vodka, "...Yes."

After Valentine was taken away by Gin, Vodka prepared to reverse the car and leave. Before leaving, he subconsciously turned back and took a look at that place.

After passing the heavy rain curtain, he only saw Gin's back and an arm sliding down his shoulder.

***

When Valentin was held in his arms, he was unexpectedly light.

His body lines are very perfect, with a thin waist and long legs. It seems that wherever his hands are placed, they are like playing with each other. His slightly hot skin can be clearly seen through a layer of cloth.

Gin put Valentine on the bed in the safe house.

The killer took off his wet windbreaker and hung it on the hanger, then sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at the sleeping person silently.

The person lying there on his side had long hair and an androgynous beauty, but he looked very uneasy, with a frown on his face.

It’s more like he fainted than he fell asleep.

Valentine has matured a lot compared to two years ago, and some of his characteristics are like fine wine, becoming more mellow and rich with time.

Gin reached out and placed his fingers on Valentine's pale neck.

The person lying on the bed on his side exposed a part of his neck that was concave. When he put his palm on it, the concave part fit perfectly with his thumb.

Every part of his body was attracting people to hurt him.

The hand holding his neck slowly exerted force, and Valentine's brows furrowed. He instinctively opened his lips, struggling to take in oxygen, and tilted his head to the side, as if trying to escape, but his struggle was weak and feeble.

He no longer had the strength to resist.

It was only a few seconds, before he could suffocate, that Gin let go of his hand.

Valentine's body gradually relaxed, his brows slowly loosening. He lay unconscious and defenseless on the bed.

It seemed as if the whole person was completely in his hands.

But Gin knew that wasn't the case.

Valentine is always pursuing freedom.

He was just trapped by the chains and couldn't break free, but his wildness had not yet degenerated, and he kept looking at the sky outside the cage.

This is the wolf cub that Gin has raised for two years but has not yet tamed.

The safe house was so quiet that the sound of raindrops hitting the beams could be faintly heard outside. Gin turned off the lights.

Just now, if it was any other code member in the execution room, no matter how miserable the other person looked, Gin would probably not even bother to take a look and would leave without looking back.

But he didn't do that.

Maybe it was because of the way Valentine opened his mouth and bit his hair with all his strength, but he was whimpering.

Some are inviting, while others are hateful.

Gin lowered his eyes and found that the person on the bed was still murmuring the disturbing name of the dead man.

He was trapped in a long-ago nightmare, his bloody hands lying limp at his side, trembling nervously.

Until it was held loosely by a cold hand.

Gin moved slightly closer, his silver hair sliding down his shoulders.

In the dim light, he watched Valentine's eyelashes tremble slightly, but he finally calmed down.

***

Two years ago, Gin met Valentine for the first time. He had just escaped from the doctor's laboratory. The half-naked Valentine was pinned to the ground by the men sent by the doctor. He struggled violently, his face covered in tears, like a deer in despair.

He thought he had escaped, but he didn't expect that outside the laboratory was the organization's base, and outside the organization's base was the Pacific Ocean.

Almost all the members of the organization around were looking there intently and in amazement, like a group of pirates who discovered that a rare treasure that should have sunk to the bottom of the sea was actually hidden in their cabin.

They practically skinned and tore Valentine apart with their eyes.

That day, Gin had just returned from completing a mission, and the commotion here caught his attention, but he just watched indifferently as if it had nothing to do with him.

Such weak and powerless resistance, is he performing?

A person like this who has nothing but his face, where else can he struggle except lying in bed?

Until Gin saw the arc of blood spurting out from the back of the neck of the man who was suppressing the young man.

Young Valentine crawled out from under the fallen body bit by bit, and with trembling hands pulled out a fork that had been sharpened day and night from the corpse.

He knelt on the ground, covered in blood, his expression extremely desperate, but also full of ruthlessness.

It's like an ivory-white ornament that suddenly has a hint of bright green, bewitching people like poison.

Gin was captivated by this scene.

Really acting.

A thought flashed through his mind.

That was the first time Gin made a mistake.

He thought it was a fawn, but it was actually a wolf cub with sharp teeth.

…

Gin's eyes have always been on things that are useful.

So when Valentine grabbed him, he didn't move away, but squatted down to assess his worth.

His performance just now won some respect from the killer.

"You want to come with me?"

Two years ago, Gin hadn't been given the codename for long, nor did he have the status he has now, so there was a hint of aggression in his question. "Think it over before you answer."

"Once you nod, you won't have the chance to regret it."

At that time, there were many senior code members around. They also extended a helping hand and promised to give Valentine shelter. The sweet words on their lips were like spider webs that attracted butterflies, and the sadism in their eyes was no less than that of the Doctor.

Valentine didn't even look at anyone else, just stared at him and nodded silently.

Gin got enough information from this look. He squatted down and slowly stretched out his hand.

"I will give you shelter, but you have to show me your worth."

He said softly.

The senior code members around them suddenly frowned, and swept their sinister eyes over the young silver-haired killer, as if they were angry that the young man did not understand the rules.

As the focus of all eyes, Gin didn't even move his eyebrows, just focused on looking at the person under him.

Valentine tilted his head back, his eyes filled with hysteria that had been filled with despair for too long, like a bowstring that had been compressed to the extreme, and it seemed that it would break in the next second. Without any hesitation, he held Gin's cold hand tightly, his fingers so tight that they turned white, as if he was grabbing the last straw.

"good."

Valentine said hoarsely.

From that day on, Gin adopted a wolf cub that he could never tame.

He taught him how to kill, how to lie, and how to survive in this organization with ease.

Valentine already depended on him enough.

Even when she was unconscious, she was instinctively soothed by his touch.

But this alone is obviously not enough.

It’s far from enough.

***

***

I don’t know what I dreamed about. When Mo Shiyu opened his eyes again, he felt dizzy and his vision was blurry as if there was a layer of water film in front of him.

After blinking several times, his vision finally became clear.

What he saw was a minimally decorated room. Mo Shiyu tried to sit up, but his muscles were like Chaoshan beef that had been beaten for three days and three nights, completely rotten to the bone.

His throat was raw and swollen, and he coughed instinctively. The next second, his internal organs were tightly twisted into a ball, and he twitched in pain without being noticeable.

He barely recalled that he was probably being tortured before he passed out.

This organization is so cruel to the code members...

However, after experiencing such punishment once, the fear will be deeply engraved in the heart, and even the laziest members will try their best to complete the task in the future.

Even he, the chosen slacker whose name contains "moyu", was dealt with.

Ha, Mo Shiyu sneered in his heart. Did he think he would be scared?

No! You still have to slack off when it’s time to slack off!

It took Mo Shiyu 10 minutes, and he finally commanded his legs to move with his strong willpower. However, his hands, which had directly touched the electrodes, still had no feeling at all.

It’s over. Mo Shiyu was so sad that he thought he might have to have his limbs amputated.

He managed to sit up with the strength of his waist, looked down at his hands hanging on both sides, and found that his wrists, which should have been bleeding from the barbs and electric shocks, were now wrapped in clean white gauze.

It looked like someone had taken care of it for him.

Where is this place?

Mo Shiyu struggled to move his legs under the bed like an old man in his seventies, then stood up with difficulty and moved towards the door with a trembling step.

He still has some of the common problems of other members of the organization, which is that he dares not close his eyes until he has thoroughly explored his surroundings.

Moving slowly towards the door, Mo Shiyu smelled the fragrance of porridge. The aroma of the food awakened his empty stomach, and the huge hunger made him wonder how many days he had been unconscious.

Outside the door is still an extremely simple lounge.

Mo Shiyu saw Vodka sitting at the table eating a sandwich.

Seeing Mo Shiyu's shaky steps, Vodka immediately put down his sandwich and came over to help him. At the same time, he said with a look of relief, "Valentin, you're finally awake!"

Mo Shiyu moved his trembling lips, "Vodka, how long have I slept?"

Vodka helped Mo Shiyu sit down and said, "A little more than a day. You are in one of Big Brother's safe houses now. Big Brother just left."

Mo Shiyu hummed a sound. He could gradually feel the pain and numbness in his hands. Although it was a little unbearable, it was much better than not being able to feel his hands at all when he just woke up.

"I bought you some porridge." Vodka took the food box out of the takeout bag on the table. "There's chicken porridge, fish porridge, and black egg and pork porridge—that's what it's called, right? Why do you Chinese people like to eat black eggs?"

Mo Shiyu raised his hand, slowly dragged the porridge in front of him and opened it. "It's century egg and lean meat porridge. It's delicious. You'll know once you try it."

Vodka looked unconvinced, but still took a new spoon and took a sip.

“…Huh? Not bad.”

"Yeah."

Mo Shiyu tasted the porridge, and the warm temperature made him squint his eyes comfortably. "Did you bandage me? Thank you."

Vodka held up the spoon in confusion, "Ah? It's not me. I just got here. My brother called and asked me to buy some food..."

Mo Shiyu looked at him in confusion for a while, and then they both reacted at the same time.

"..." Mo Shiyu raised his two paws in astonishment, wondering how he could have deserved to enjoy Mr. Qin's service!

There must be some conspiracy waiting for him!

Could it be that after it is opened, there are two time bombs inside?

Someone's face was full of suspicion.

Vodka was stunned for a few seconds, then looked away as if nothing had happened and said, "Anyway, I've done everything Big Brother asked me to do. I'll be leaving now, and you should have a good rest."

He only looked at the part above Mo Shiyu's neck while he spoke. He finished his sandwich in a few bites, put the garbage into the bag, said goodbye to Mo Shiyu, and left quickly. It seemed as if he was worried about something.

Mo Shiyu watched the vodka disappear quickly, and after a while he lowered his head in confusion and continued to drink his porridge, "What's wrong?..."

After breakfast, Mo Shiyu found an open space and did a set of stretching with great difficulty. Every time he did an exercise, tears welled up in his eyes and his expression was distorted as if he had seen the new semester schedule with 8 am classes five days a week.

Mo Shiyu, who couldn't continue after doing a set of stretching, walked around the room and found his mobile phone.

He turned on the phone and checked the date.

School starts tomorrow.

The day of school enrollment finally arrived. Although not much time had passed, Mo Shiyu felt as if he were in another world.

But he quickly adjusted his mood and couldn't wait to pack up and go out.

There is no time to waste!

This was a remote wilderness, and Mo Shiyu had to walk 2 kilometers before he saw the tram stop. By then, his legs were shaking so much that he could hardly stand.

He walked forward with his shoulders against the wall of the station, and with the help of the support, he felt a little more relaxed.

Just walking like a drunk with a hangover.

Mo Shiyu clearly felt that everyone was avoiding him.

I can't go to school like this.

I'll probably be considered a weird person.

In Japan, a society that values ​​collective consciousness above all else, behaving too abnormally on the first day of school could lead to isolation later in life.

Mo Shiyu was a little distressed. He watched the tram speeding towards him. No matter what, he decided to walk in slowly.

Today is the weekend, which happens to be a holiday. Although this place is located in a remote area, the seats are full. Mo Shiyu found a corner, stood against the wall, and slowly closed his eyes.

He wants to go and check on the vest.

The vest now has an additional skill of a white doll, which means that it can now transform between a spirit and a doll, making it much more useful than before.

The doll's skill didn't just appear out of thin air. Instead, Mo Shiyu had placed the vest in the factory laboratory in advance. Through the "flame and supernatural power stimulation" experiment in that laboratory, the vest successfully mutated into the "white doll" skill.

Unfortunately, this method cannot be replicated.

If it weren't for the fact that Ma Jia was a spirit and could not die, he would have died ten thousand times in the process of activating his supernatural powers.

In addition to the vest, the Fujiwara family killed so many experimental subjects, but in the end only one successful product was produced.

But even if there is only one, the results of this experiment are amazing, almost equivalent to completing the transformation from "0" to "1".

Mo Shiyu found it strange. The organization didn't even have a single successful product, so why could a small and unknown family like the Fujiwara family be successful?

Until he discovered that the only successful experimental subject was a character from another anime "Katekyo Hitman Reborn!"

This was not something Mo Shiyu recognized, but something the system told him.

Since he had only watched one of the three anime, he had a "friendly negotiation" with the unreliable system, and the system finally agreed to remind him when he met the first important character of those two anime.

But this is only for the first character. When you encounter other characters from the same anime later, the system will not prompt you again.

For example, in the anime "Bunno", the first person he met was Nakahara Chuuya. Although Mo Shiyu recognized him himself, it was also counted by the system. When he met other characters in "Bunno" that he didn't know, the system would not remind him again.

The favorability sensor will start counting after Mo Shiyu knows the character's name.

Mo Shiyu reasonably suspected that the system specifically emphasized the example of Fumino to him because he had actually met other characters in this anime after Nakahara Chuuya.

But it was useless for the system to remind him, Mo Shiyu couldn't remember it at all.

Back to the topic, this is what the system reminded me after seeing the beautiful blue-haired child.

[The character Rokudo Mukuro has been detected, from the anime "Katekyo Hitman Reborn!"]

Mo Shiyu: Great, I finally met a character from this anime!

He had originally planned to let the vest return to the original body as soon as it gained superpowers, but now he changed his mind.

Mo Shiyu decided to bind the vest to this character and use it as a starting point to unveil the mystery of the "mysterious" anime.

***

The spirit slowly spread to the vest.

As soon as he touched the vest, before he could react, Mo Shiyu was embraced by the warm and affectionate spirit like a dog licking him.

Someone's spirit body was pushed around, and he was confused and wondered if it was just his imagination. Was there something wrong with his vest?

Ever since the vest was transformed in the laboratory, the part of Mo Shiyu's spirit that was divided away seemed to have become much more independent than before.

When he was on the hotel rooftop, he felt the doll's autonomy. In order to make Mo Shiyu feel better, it took the initiative to cover its eyes with its hands.

After waking up from a good night's sleep, this independence became even more obvious.

The spirit body, which had not returned to its main body for a long time, stuck to the main body like a piece of gummy candy. Although it kept sending signals of admiration and closeness, it did not integrate into the main body.

Mo Shiyu could still sense the state and emotions of his spirit body. So although he was somewhat surprised by this invisible change, he was not overly worried.

They are beings with different bodies but the same soul.

While being rubbed by the spirit body, Mo Shiyu slowly opened the eyes of the vest.

He found himself still in the form of a white doll, and the doll was lying on a thin shoulder. Its back felt heavy, as if something was pressing on it.

He turned his little head around and found that the pressure came from a bloodless, thin little hand, which was pressing on the doll's back, probably to prevent it from running around.

Mo Shiyu moved his eyes to the side and saw the blue-haired experimental child.

They squatted in a long, dark alley. The blue-haired child still had his right eye bandaged. He glanced at the doll with his azure left eye and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Sheyu, have you finally figured it out?"

"..." Mo Shiyu slowly uttered a question mark.

Seeing the doll's innocent expression, the blue-haired child raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke, stating in a calm tone the fact that Mo Shiyu wished he could dig a hole and bury himself.

"Ever since we left the hotel, you've always wanted to crawl towards that long-haired brother, even until now. Even when I hold you down, your limbs keep thrashing around."

Mo Shiyu blushed: "..." Oh my god, vest, what are you doing!

"I'm sorry, don't blame me for stopping you." The blue-haired child released his hand that was pressing on his back, and his remaining blue eyes looked at him quietly.

"It will take some time to see him. The police will find us... We still have to kill the remaining members of the Fujiwara family."

Mo Shiyu lay on the child's shoulder and looked into his eyes, shaking his head up and down as a gesture of agreement.

He looked away, thinking that his impression of the child was correct.

Although he killed people by disemboweling them and his methods were extremely creepy, when he was not killing, he seemed to be a beautiful and quiet child.

Seeing that he finally stopped struggling, the blue-haired child smiled with his eyes curved, and slowly stood up. Mo Shiyu realized that he was still wearing the uniform white singlet he wore in the laboratory.

You know, it's not even 10 degrees outside now.

Mo Shiyu always wrapped himself in a windbreaker and scarf when he went out. Wasn't this kid afraid of the cold? Or had he used magic to hypnotize his body?

No, won’t I freeze to death in the warmth like the little match girl?

The blue-haired kid had no idea what Mo Shiyu was thinking. He pulled a sack over from the side with great interest and poured out colorful...ribbons from it.

"Sheyu." He said to the doll on his shoulder, with the same quiet smile on his pale and beautiful little face as before.

"I picked out some rope for you. You see, if the doll is hung with the ribbons used to wrap presents... it would be very suitable."

He also gestured with an orange ribbon around his neck.

Mo Shiyu: “…”

I'm sorry, Mom, I was wrong. This is a little pervert.

The blue-haired kid must have thought this was a great idea. He continued with his eyes shining, "You can use this blue ribbon to hang yourself in front of the long-haired brother. He will definitely like you."

"..." The white doll raised its hands and shook them continuously, expressing its refusal.

"Hmm." The blue-haired boy was a little disappointed, "Okay."

Mo Shiyu jumped off the blue-haired boy's shoulder and turned into a white-haired boy the moment he landed.

The white-haired boy fell to the ground and didn't stand up for a long time. His limbs were probably stiff from not moving for so long. He pulled hard at the veil on the back of his head, tilted his head in pain and asked, "Um, what should I call you?"

The blue-haired child's hands were full of ribbons. Hearing this, he supported his chin with some distress.

"I don't remember anything before I became a test subject," he said slowly. "I think I need to give myself a name."

His Japanese had a bit of a translation accent, and judging by his face, he must have been a foreigner before.

The blue-haired child pulled the bandage on his right eye, revealing a bright red eye and the Chinese character "six". "The reason I don't remember the past is probably because I've already died and reincarnated."

"Sheyu, you and I are very similar. You are a ghost, and I am a corpse."

"Call me Mukuro."

His voice was low and cold. Although he was facing a brand new life, he did not seem very happy.

A ten-year-old child became so old because of the torture of human experiments.

The system's voice sounded at the right time.

[Detected Rokudo Mukuro's favorability: 45 (vest); 25 (main body).]

[Gained stacked favorability: 70]

Wait, Mo Shiyu was stunned.

The favorability towards the vest is within the normal range, so why does this kid also have a 25-point favorability towards the original character? Are they really just a acquaintance who met once on the hotel rooftop?

Just now he took out a ribbon gift and mentioned his long-haired brother. What was this kid thinking?

Mo Shiyu really couldn't understand.

***

However, the experimental subject was living in peace. It seemed that Hai was already discussing with Ma Jia how to assassinate the remaining high-ranking officials of the Fujiwara family. Mo Shiyu didn't care whether those scums lived or died, so he just followed them in the discussion and his spirit body flew back to his main body.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt something was wrong.

His estimate was very accurate. When his spiritual body returned, they were almost in the city. There were more and more people on the tram, and it was crowded.

Mo Shiyu had anticipated this and stood in the corner of the last carriage of the tram, so he wouldn't be in the way...

But the figure behind him obviously didn't think so.

Mo Shiyu clearly felt someone deliberately squeezing him, and the hot, rapid breath sprayed on the back of his neck. He shrank his head uncomfortably and tried to move to the side, but was suddenly pulled back.

Mo Shiyu was stunned. He turned around, thinking that he had hooked something on the other person. However, the next second, the man seemed to notice his resistance and could no longer bear it. He pressed his shoulders and pressed him against the wall of the carriage.

There was hardly any space for this man on the tram, and the person behind him squeezed him into the corner without any scruples, using their bodies to block the way and reaching their hands into his clothes.

Mo Shiyu was so angry that he almost laughed.

He met a pervert on the train? It's been a long time since I last saw him.

The last time Mo Shiyu encountered a pervert on the train was when he first crossed over. Back then, he was attending language school, and every day on the train, he'd run into a few perverts, maybe twice a day. If they were brave enough, they'd even follow him after getting off the train.

It’s all tears if I talk too much.

He hadn't ridden a tram for so long that he had almost forgotten about it.

These nightmares that were almost unbearable for Mo Shiyu at that time are nothing but drizzle to him now.

Two years ago, Mo Shiyu was embarrassed to curse in public, but now he grabbed the dirty hand without hesitation, and his voice was clearly heard in the carriage.

"Uncle, if you put your hand inside my clothes again, I will call the police."

Everyone in the carriage looked at the man whose hand was held by Mo Shiyu.

A slightly plump middle-aged man with a surprisingly honest face immediately broke out in sweat on his forehead. He shook off Mo Shiyu's hand and retorted in a weak and almost fierce manner.

"Kai, are you kidding me? I just lost my balance and bumped into you! Why are you reacting so strongly?"

Mo Shiyu's body hadn't recovered yet, and he couldn't hold on tight, so the man threw him away. Due to inertia, his back even bumped against the car, and he frowned unbearably. But this was no reason for him to swallow his anger.

He raised his phone and smiled. "Bumped into me? Do you all have the same line when you get caught? Uncle. Do you think I took a picture?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed instantly. He immediately wanted to snatch Mo Shiyu's phone, "You slandered me!"

How could he possibly get Mo Shiyu's phone?

When the man saw that he couldn't snatch Mo Shiyu's phone, he looked at him fiercely, and immediately turned around and started crying to the other people in the car.

"Why are young people these days so bullying just to get attention? I haven't received much education, but I'm still trying to make a living! I was really just standing behind him and accidentally bumped into him. He deliberately took the photo of me! Everyone, please help me! If this gets posted online, my life will be ruined!"

The condemning looks of the others on the tram began to hesitate again.

There have indeed been cases in the past where young people deliberately posted photos of innocent people online in order to gain traffic, and slandered the person for taking secret photos.

Judging from the face of this middle-aged man, he is indeed honest and upright. An old man stood up and spoke to Mo Shiyu in a trembling voice.

"Forget it, little girl. Delete the photo. It was just a mistake."

He couldn't see clearly and mistook the long-haired Mo Shiyu for a girl.

A middle-aged woman next to him pulled him and said, "Grandpa, you are mistaken. That is a boy."

The car was also filled with the murmur of discussion, "Yes, it's obviously a boy, and he has long hair."

"Look at him, he can barely stand straight, and he has a face like that. I guess he wants to be treated like this..."

"People like this are just too dramatic."

If it were an ordinary girl or boy, they would probably have been forced to cry.

Mo Shiyu's expression didn't even change, he looked calmly at the smug middle-aged man.

"Now that I've said it, it means I'm sure. If you think I'm slandering you, I don't mind calling the police and letting them decide whether my evidence is candid or genuine. Uncle, are you willing?"

How could the middle-aged man dare to agree to call the police?

He is a habitual offender. He usually hangs out on the tram and specifically takes advantage of young and beautiful people. Most young people are afraid of trouble and are thin-skinned, so they dare not say anything out loud and just endure it silently. As a result, his behavior has become more and more outrageous. Unexpectedly, he met a tough guy today.

He gritted his teeth and pretended to be disdainful. "I've never seen anyone who causes so much trouble for others. If you have the guts, call the police! It's so unlucky to be standing behind you."

The old man next to him sighed heavily, "You have to call the police for such a small matter. Young people nowadays really can't stand the slightest loss."

At this time, a childish voice came from another carriage, "No, the criminal is this uncle."

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. Mo Shiyu's expression suddenly changed.

I saw a handsome young boy with black hair and his hands in his pockets walking over there. His bangs were a little curled, forming a curved arc. Next to him was a beautiful girl with fluffy hair.

The boy pointed at the uncle and said, "Stop slandering me, big brother. It's obviously you who made the mistake!"

The little girl next to him was also angry, her cheeks puffed up, "You are such a bad uncle!"

The middle-aged man cursed, "Where did this kid come from? Don't meddle in other people's business! You said I was a criminal, did you see it?"

The boy said confidently, "Yes, I saw it."

He pulled the girl with fluffy hair and talked to her, "There are fresh creases on your pants that haven't disappeared yet. This means you were sitting somewhere on the tram just now, but now you are standing."

"If you wanted to get off the tram, you should have gone to the left, because the doors open on the left at every stop on this tram. But you chose to face the right and stood behind the older brother. This is very strange."

Mo Shiyu silently looked at the black-haired boy who looked like a little Sherlock Holmes, and confirmed with his eyes that this was indeed the ahoge.

The boy continued, "One more thing. The rest of Big Brother's clothes are dry, except for the deep wet marks on his shoulders. But you're completely wet. That's because it suddenly started raining heavily in the last 20 minutes. Big Brother was already on the train, so he didn't get wet. But you were."

"If, as you said, you just bumped into him, why is there such a heavy wet mark only on Big Brother's shoulder? It can only mean that you deliberately pushed him hard, trying to pin him against the wall!"

The whole audience was in an uproar.

The middle-aged man looked grim, and he stepped back repeatedly, unable to utter a word.

Just as the tram arrived at the station, he ran out in a panic, "I won't bother with you!"

"Wait! Don't run!" The boy, about eleven or twelve years old, threw a football out of his bag and kicked it sideways. The football flew away and the man fell to the ground with a visible bump on his head.

Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan chased out of the train, "We caught you!"

The passengers on the platform were frightened by a person flying out of the tram and scattered like birds and beasts. The tram conductor ran over with sweat dripping down his forehead, "No, no, what's wrong with this gentleman?"

"He's a pervert on the train, and I've got him under my control." The young boy, Shinichi Kudo, puffed out his chest and proudly took credit for it.

"What do you mean by pervert?" The conductor said in disbelief, "Little boy, don't talk nonsense. I'm going to call your parents."

"No, he's not wrong."

Kudo Shinichi turned around and saw the young man with long ash-gray hair standing at the edge of the platform. His posture was a little crooked, and his face was a sickly pale color, but he looked at him with his eyes bent, and his voice was low and pleasant, "Thank you, little detective."