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Midnight.
If it were ancient times, even the most prosperous big city would be unable to see even the five fingers at this time. But today, midnight, between 23:00 and 1:00, is when the nightlife in the metropolis is most prosperous.
However, in this famous city that never sleeps, as prosperous as the world of glittering lights and extravagance is, the darkness behind it is as deep and terrifying as it is.
"Bruce, damn it, are you okay? It's my turn!"
"Ohjust wait, wait, it will be almost"
"That's almost it Damn it, I have to go first next time"
Behind a noisy bar, in a dark alley, two gangsters who are so well hidden that their faces cannot be seen are doing something disgusting. Of course, to be precise, only one gangster is doing it, while the other one is on the lookout.
In the darkness of this city that never sleeps, the behavior of these two gangsters is the most ordinary, and can even be said to be relatively not so dark.
But for the painful woman who was caught by them and fell into the abyss from the novel nightlife, the so-called less dark thing was also the most terrifying thing.
She never thought that she would encounter such a thing in this city that never sleeps that she had always longed for.
Perhaps, I, who have been meek since childhood, are not suitable for dreaming of such a life of luxury and luxury.
Because I have never experienced such a life, I don¡¯t understand what kind of coping methods such a life requires. And if you deal with such a world the way you once lived in that peaceful world, the result will be like this.
So painful, so painful, so painful
I have longed for the future of my body many times, but I never thought that my body would eventually turn into a broken doll.
There is no cherishment, no tenderness, even if you want to hypnotize yourself into wildness, it is just abuse.
¡°Ahhh, it¡¯s better to just die.
"Withered bodies are born in grass, and bloody flowers bloom. Sinners, your life should wither like withered grass. The nine-headed dragon flashes."
When the woman was in despair, a voice came.
Then, just when the gangster's ears heard the sound and his brain had not had time to process the information, that is, when he still didn't understand anything, nine cold rays of light flashed past.
"Pfft"
"Pfft"
"Pfft"
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With nine sounds on his face, blood splattered.
The gangster who was watching the wind was splashed with four fountains of blood, and the gangster who was abusing the woman was splashed with five fountains.
"Plop."
"Plop."
"Plop."
Three times. The gangster fell down. The woman also fell on the gangster's body.
What exactly is this
The woman couldn't understand what was happening.
Her mind is still confused and she really can't understand anything.
But even if she was awake, it happened too fast for her to understand.
"Woman, you are safe, leave quickly. You only have one life. As long as there is life, it is possible. Never despair because of temporary loss." Unable to understand, the voice came again.
Then, it stopped, that is, all the sounds disappeared.
The person who just saved her did not leave any message.
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¡°¡In general, that¡¯s it.¡±
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"You're welcome, Detective McClain."
The sturdy man waved goodbye to the forensic personnel.
The next day, the gangster¡¯s body and the unconscious woman were discovered. The police naturally conducted extensive investigations at the crime scene, but the results left them at a loss.
It¡¯s not that the person who killed the gangster was so cautious and didn¡¯t leave any clues, but the clues left behind contained many contradictions.
Even the height of the murderer was difficult to determine, and the forensic department gave an ultra-wide range of 1.60m~1.80m.
With such clues submitted, even the most capable detective in the New York Police Department, John McClain, felt that he did not know how to investigate.
Therefore, when faced with inquiries from his boss, he could only shrug and deal with it.
"How's it going? Do you have any clues, John?"
"Clues? No clues at all, George. You know, I'm not very good at this kind of Conan Doyle-style investigation."
"Oh, I didn't expect you to do it either."?Holmes, I'm counting on your amazing intuition. However, this is the fourth murder of this kind this month. The media has been hyping up all day about 'the executioner in the night, killing the evil Dark Knight', while we are just 'New York cops who waste tax dollars incompetently'. I'm very stressed about not being able to solve the case. "
"Let me tell you, George, if you get bitten by the media, you won't lose a piece of meat. Anyway, the dead are all scum, so why bother to spend so much effort. Those media are so dark, and there are not only so many people dying in Hell's Kitchen every day, but also I haven¡¯t seen anything written by them.¡±
"It's so cheap to be bitten by the media Well, you really don't care, otherwise you wouldn't be a police detective now As for Hell's Kitchen Hell's Kitchen is Hell's Kitchen, John, the media doesn't care about what's going on there. , and dare not care, but these few died next to Manhattan."
"oh¡¡"
"Don't be perfunctory, John, I don't want to be brought down by those nasty media anymore."
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When the police were unable to do anything, the people nearby could not help but whisper.
One of the short Asian high school students couldn¡¯t help but shake his head.
¡°What¡¯s wrong, Feicun?¡± The high school student¡¯s companion saw this scene and couldn¡¯t help but ask.
"It's nothing." But the high school student didn't respond.
"Well, you are always so silent. This is not okay. In this country, you will be bullied if you are so silent. The police are always so incompetent." The companion sighed.
"No, the police are respectable. The murderer went too far."
"I don't think so, Feicun, those gangsters are totally worthy of their death."
"is that so¡¡"
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Back home, Himura Kenshin took out an ordinary-looking sheathed samurai sword from under the bed, and gently pulled the sword out of the sheath, revealing the strange blade.
?Generally, the blade of a sword is facing outward, which is a straight edge. But the blade of this knife is facing inward, and it is a reverse blade that almost no one knows how to use.
But this strange sword that almost no one uses is where all the heart of Himura Kenshin currently lies.
All his problems will be told to the knife.
For example, right now, he was wiping the strange blade while muttering confusedly.
"You deserve to die, can you really think so?"
As a foreigner who came to study on the other side of the ocean, Himura Kenshin never thought that he would encounter such a thing.
A month ago, he was just a transparent person who had just set foot on this land and was ignored in school.
A month later, he had become a quick murderer of the New York police.
Everything stems from him getting this knife.
Originally, he was timid and weak. He didn't even dare to speak loudly, let alone murder.
But that day, after he picked up this reverse-edged knife on the roadside, countless memories flooded into his mind.
It was the figure of a man with the same name as him.
It was not his memory, but it gradually swallowed up everything he had.
The "Executioner Battousai" at the end of the Tokugawa period was also for the reformers who protected their loved ones, hoeed the strong and supported the weak.
?Compared to this Himura Kenshin, the ordinary students of Midtown High School, the cowardly Asians who trembled under the school bully Flash, are nothing.
Himura Kenshin quickly replaced Himura Kenshin. But Heimura Kenshin knew very clearly that he was not the resolute reformer Kenshin Heimura, he was just a cowardly Asian who only deserved to tremble.
Contradictions filled the heart of Himura Kenshin.
In the end, this new Himura Kenshin made a decision.
During the day, he plays the role of student Kenshin Himura as much as possible.
At night, he is the "Executioner Battousai" who helps the strong and the weak.
that's it.
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