The moment the killer fell to the ground, Kunikida Dopo flipped out directly, Kimuraguchi aimed at a certain position, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. With a bang, a killer fell out from the corner.

Kunikida Doppo was kneeling on one knee on the ground, feeling a little nervous, but his position happened to be very close to Kamukura Izuru, so he could see Kamukura Izuru's expression as long as he raised his head slightly.

That expression was so calm that it could even be considered indifferent.

At this moment, Kunikida Dopo saw Kamiya Izuru turned his head to look out the window. The moment he turned his head, with a bang, a bullet hit the bulletproof glass of the Armed Detective Agency. Kamiya Izuru looked uninterested and didn't even blink.

It was like knowing from the beginning that the bullet would not come in.

However, even if one knew that the bullet would be blocked by the bulletproof glass, no normal person would stand there so calmly and watch the bullet hit the glass and fall down!

"Hinata...kun?" Kunikida Dopo asked tentatively.

"There is another killer, you can deal with it." Kamiya Izuru stepped over the killer who was still wailing on the ground. The killer who was injured by the explosion in his chest was bleeding profusely, and in a short while, a pool of blood appeared on the floor of the detective agency. However, with Xie Ye Akiko there, the detective agency would not let him die.

Watching Kamuzuru Izuru leave helplessly, Kunikida Dopo lowered his head and soon found a silver needle from the ruins of the previous wooden warehouse explosion.

"Is this what caused the killer's chest to explode just now?"

Kunikida Dopo was a little surprised. Most of the killers' kukura were tailor-made. He never thought that a kukura could be turned into this state by a silver needle.

"That's right." Dazai Osamu took the silver needle from Kunikida Doppo's hand, "When the first shot was fired, he analyzed the trajectory of the bullet, and before the second shot was fired, he threw the silver needle out without hesitation, and it happened to get stuck in the key point of the wooden warehouse, causing the bullet to be unable to fire and explode."

Dazai Osamu murmured: "Hinata-kun's judgment and ability to act in this state are really amazing."

"Red eye status?" Kunikida Dopo pondered, "His judgment and actions are very strong, but he doesn't talk much?"

"... Kunikida, is the only thing you care about him being quiet?"

"Then what else do we need to focus on?" Kunikida stood up. "Okay, I'll go deal with the remaining killers. Dazai, if you're okay, go out and find a solution. Everyone, continue to guard the detective agency. This time, no matter who it is, everyone must return safely."

Since I have given you trust from the beginning, of course I will trust you till the end.

Whether it's the gentle and friendly Hinata-kun with green eyes, or the now obviously colder Hinata Hajime with red eyes.

Dazai Osamu smiled, nodded, then turned and left the detective agency.

It seems that what Oda Saku said is right.

If you don't know where to go, you might as well go to the side of the good people. Although you won't see any accidents of humans being involved in violence, there is trust that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

…

Yokohama is not big, but due to its convenient transportation, Yokohama is filled with all kinds of people. The small city is also divided into several areas. The center of Yokohama is close to the coast, where the port mafia and armed detective agencies are stationed, and the surrounding areas that can be called suburbs are occupied by various forces.

Orphanages, other small mafia and killer organizations.

Sangshan Town is such a place. It is not rich and even has no sense of existence. Ordinary people live an ordinary and satisfying life here. No one knows that there is a huge thing hidden in the darkness of this place, the base of a certain killer organization.

When the throne flowed here, the sun was setting. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the dilapidated abandoned hospital, bringing an indescribable sense of depression.

He stood beside the hospital and looked at the building which was pitch black at night, his red eyes filled with indifference.

"Where are you from, young man?"

A kind voice came from behind, Kamiya Izuru glanced to the side, there was no change of emotion in his red eyes, the scene stretched out, outside the small woods, several guarding killers were lying together in a mess, with no external injuries, it was obvious that they were knocked unconscious.

A middle-aged man in an ordinary brown coat walked over with a cane. He looked at Kamizuru worriedly, his eyes full of concern, "Young man, this is not a place you can just walk into."

Kamukura Izuru looked at him and reluctantly asked, "Why?"

"Haven't you heard?" The middle-aged man stood in front of Kamukura Izuru. He raised his cane and pointed it at the hospital in front of him. "There is a demon here."

"Rumors stop with the wise."

"Of course I know, but sometimes you just have to believe in a lot of things." The middle-aged man put down his crutches and sighed, his tone full of worry. "There really is a demon living here. So far, no one has been able to successfully reach the top floor. Even those who reach the top floor will go crazy after coming down."

"Young man, don't try to be brave!"

Kamukura Izuru looked into his eyes. The man opposite him was completely concerned, without any flaws.

He nodded slightly, as if he understood it, and then Kamukura Izuru walked into the gate of the abandoned hospital.

Therefore, everyone in this world wears a mask. Even the leader of a killer organization has to put on a friendly mask. However, sometimes the mask is despair. Whether it is despair or hope, the origin of all events is human selfishness.

After watching the throne flow in and out, the worry on the middle-aged man's face disappeared instantly. His brows were wrinkled and there was a hint of subtlety in his eyes.

"Be ready to shoot him immediately if he comes out sick."

The men behind the middle-aged man responded immediately.

"Don't blame me. It was you who ignored my advice and insisted on going in." The middle-aged man sighed, looking helpless.

"Really? No matter what organization you are in, there are rules. If you break the rules, you have to bear the consequences. It's impossible to just want the benefits without paying the price."

"But this is what happened..."

But to be honest, the middle-aged man really had no way to deal with this abandoned building. He had tried countless times to break into the top floor, but failed. All of his men were infected with Despair Communications. He even tried to burn the building with bombs and torches, but failed.

"Dying a hundred times is not enough." The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

On the other side, Kamizuru Izuru was walking calmly on the abandoned stairs.

Of course, he was not worried about the infection of Despair Communications because Hinata Hajime was infected from the beginning.

Now that he is already infected, why would he worry about further infection from the virus?

The top floor of the abandoned hospital was more dilapidated than expected. As no one had taken care of it for many years, the corridor was full of dust and debris. On the dust was a line of bloodstains. Because of the long time, the bloodstains solidified into black and red, and merged with the dust, as if dyeing the dust red.

Kamiya Izuru ignored the messy footprints on the ground and walked forward along the bloodstains.

The bloodstains were not steady, and increased noticeably in several places. It was obvious that the victim could not hold on any longer and had to rest in those places before continuing to move forward.

As for the footprints behind him, it seemed that someone was chasing him.

Kamiya Izuru finally arrived at the place where the bloodstains disappeared. In front of him was a dilapidated door. The iron door was rotten and full of rust, emitting the unique metallic smell of iron. There were dried bloodstains on the door handle. Kamiya Izuru looked at the bloodstains and reached out to grasp the door handle nonchalantly.

With a creaking sound, the door was slowly pushed open, and what appeared in front of the shrine was an unconscious person lying on a shabby hospital bed.

There was a big hole in his chest, his clothes were stained black and red with blood, and the wooden box that had been used up by bullets fell at the foot of the bed. Two months had covered his entire body with a layer of dust. A thick despair continued to spread out, bringing with it a nauseating smell, but he was still alive.

The dead cannot speak, and neither can the vegetative state, but...in this world, speaking is not the only way to know the truth.

Kamiya Izuru stood in front of the man's bed, his red eyes looking coldly at the man who was only one step away from death.

As the host of despair, he is clinging to his last breath with the power of despair, on the brink of life and death, unable to wake up or die. If he wants to purify the fragments of despair, without the continuation of the power of despair, he will surely die.

But what does this have to do with Kamuzuru Izuru?

Kamiya Izuru has no interest in hope and no feeling for despair. In his eyes, life is just something too ordinary.

The only reason he continued to investigate the case using Hinata Hajime's identity after Hinata Hajime disappeared was because he wanted to find Hinata Hajime back.

He didn't care about despair or hope.

The fiery sunset shone through the window onto Kamijou Izuru. He glanced out the window, his red eyes filled with ruthlessness.

The sunset had already disappeared when Kamizuru came down from the abandoned building. The middle-aged man stood at the door and lit a cigarette for himself. The smoke slowly blended into the deepening darkness from his fingertips. At this moment, he saw Kamizuru coming out from inside.

He was genuinely startled, but he didn't react until the ash landed on his fingertips.

Reaching his hand behind his back to signal his men not to come out, the middle-aged man smiled cordially, "It seems that young man, you have already seen the devil."

Kamukura Izuru certainly noticed his gesture, but he didn't care, "That's not a demon."

"But to most people, it's a demon." The middle-aged man smiled. "Let me introduce myself again. My name is Ichiro Yamahiko. What's your name, young man?"

"Hinata."

It was obvious that Kamuzuru Izuru was resisting, so Yamahiko Ichiro did not continue to insist. He smiled and said, "Every devil has its own story of birth. Hinata, do you want to know the story of this devil's birth? I promise it's a pretty good story."

Kamuzuru Izuru said as usual, "Boring."

"You can only know if it's boring by listening, right? Everyone has their own opinions and tendencies to their own ideas." Yamahiko Ichiro laughed, "Do you want to listen to my thoughts?"

However, Kamuzuru Izuru had already foreseen what Yamahiko Ichiro would say because he had seen the truth when he met that man.

Regardless of the reason for that person's despair or why it came to this.

Looking at Yamahiko Ichiro quietly, Kamiya Izuru closed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "You say."

"That's right." Yamahiko Ichiro clapped his hands.

"Then I'm going to tell you a story about a killer."

"There is a killer named Imai Ibuki. He is the youngest and most powerful killer in a killer organization. His mission completion rate is as high as 100%. As long as he takes an order, he will not fail. The killer organization has always valued him. However, this organization has a rule, that is, it cannot accept orders from high-level Yokohama government officials. This organization has been able to survive for so many years thanks to this cautiousness."

Yamahiko Ichiro's eyes turned cold as he spoke, "But Imai Ibuki broke this rule. He accepted an order from a mafia organization and killed two high-ranking government officials."

The fact that Ichiro Yamahiko was able to become the leader of a killer organization and control a bunch of emotionless killers is enough to show that he is a man of skill. The rules he set were broken, and troubles like killing high-ranking government officials were thrown at him. If he endured it, he would not be himself. So he expelled Ibuki Imai from the organization and sent enough men to kill him.

Killers are difficult to discipline, which is not to say that they are unruly, but that they are ruthless enough.

Without emotional control, trouble will arise.

Therefore, the killers he sent out could not catch Imai Ibuki, so they found Imai Ibuki's relatives, killed them all without leaving a single one, lured Imai Ibuki out, and finally trapped him to death in this abandoned hospital.

Did the killer organization do something wrong? No, in Yamahiko Ichiro's mind, it was Imai Ibuki who broke the rules first.

When making that decision, Imai Ibuki should have thought of all the consequences.

But he did it anyway, and after all his loved ones died, he was eroded by fragments of despair and became a pathogen that spread despair.

Losing the most beautiful thing in your heart? No, this is just the result of Imai Ibuki's own death.

"Are you done?" Kamuzuru looked at him expressionlessly, "Goodbye."

Passing Yamahiko Ichiro, Kamizuru left without any hesitation. The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Kamizuru who was walking forward, and Kamizuru's figure became increasingly unclear in the darkness.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll keep you here?"

Kamijou Izuru paused, he slowly turned his head, his red eyes seemed to glow in the night, his voice was full of ice.

“You can try it.”

Ichiro Yamahiko choked slightly. He wanted to say something but found that he couldn't utter it at all. At that moment, he seemed to feel a huge pressure coming from the young man in front of him. This pressure made it difficult for him to control himself, as if he was facing the most powerful killer in the world.

As soon as you open your mouth, you will be locked in place and wiped out from the shadows.

This person...

He watched Shenzuo Chuliu leave with his eyes wide open, and his hidden subordinates came out quietly.

"Boss, are we just going to let him go? He knows our secret."

"Shut up." Yamahiko Ichiro straightened his clothes and said, "Avoid this person from now on."

Ichiro Yamahiko is the leader of the killer organization. He always knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm. He knows better than anyone who can be bullied and who cannot be provoked.

And the young man who calls himself Hyuga is in the circle that should never be provoked.

"……but."

"Do you want to disobey my orders?" Ichiro Yamahiko hit the ground hard with his crutch.

The man lowered his head immediately, "Boss, I was wrong!"

Yamahiko Ichiro looked at him coldly, "This will not be an exception next time."

…

After finding the desperate host in the killer organization, determining the reason for the desperate host's despair, and listening to the killer organization's narration, you need to ask the other party.

The organization that hired Imai Ibuki to kill high-ranking government officials: the Port Mafia.

The story of this despair was not an accident, but a revenge of the collapsed despairing people before their death.

Boring.

Regardless of the despair or the participants' own statements, or even the reasons for the despair, they were all so boring. The boredom that could be seen at a glance made Kamiya Ichiru lose interest. He was like a robot, and even if he was not interested, he had to complete the set goals step by step.

Because, his feelings, interests, and even hopes can be fulfilled in the future, but Hinata Hajime has disappeared and can never be found again.

Jingle bells.

The phone in Kamiya Izuru's pocket made a pleasant sound. He reached out from his pocket and took out the phone. He hung up the call without even looking at it, and then turned off the phone before the next call came in. Kamiya Izuru threw the phone on the ground beside him and walked towards the tall building in front of him.

The headquarters building of the Port Mafia.

On the other side, Dazai Osamu was sitting in the chair of the Armed Detective Agency and looking at the phone in his hand.

"Hinata-kun hung up on me!"

"Huh? You mean Hinata?" Kunikida Dopo was surprised. "That overly gentle Hinata would hang up on you? Let me do it!"

Kunikida Dopo continued to call, but this time not only was the call hung up, but they both heard from the other person's phone that it was turned off.

The two looked at each other, and then Kunikida Doppo hung up the phone in a strange voice, "Is it turned off?"

He wanted to mock Kunikida Dopo, but the moment he lowered his head, Dazai's smile froze on his face. He reached out and pressed the contact list on his phone, then stood up suddenly, "Naomi!"

"Huh?!" Naomi Tanizaki, who was taking care of Junichiro Tanizaki, looked at Dazai Osamu strangely.

Dazai pointed at the phone in his hand and asked, "Who touched this phone when we left?"

"...phone call." Tanizaki Naomi blinked, and after a moment her eyes turned into horror, "What? Did my brother really make the call?!"

Finished.

Dazai Osamu sat back in his chair, and everything he had just worried about became a reality.

The only feature of Desperate Communications is that it can spread the disease through communication. Everyone who receives the Desperate Communications will have their most important things stolen.

The call record on the phone was a call to Hinata Hajime, and it only lasted a few seconds.

However, if he remembered correctly, this time was just a few minutes before Dazai Osamu and Hinata Hajime met.

In other words...Hinata Hajime's eyes turned red after he received this phone call.

He became who he is today at the cost of losing the most important thing in his life.