"The reward is clear, this is one of the principles of our organization. Isn't Mr. Yukyo interested in the rewards of our organization? Hahaha, Mr. Yukyo, you have made a great contribution to our organization, so naturally you must give me the reward. Why, Mr. Yukyo doesn't want it?" Yamamoto was not surprised by Yukyo's fierce reaction. His deep and confined eyes swept aimlessly, grinding his nails while looking at Yukyo with a smile.

Yukyo Yu's throat felt like he was being grabbed by an invisible big hand, as if he couldn't breathe. He couldn't even think about how these people found him to help, nor did he know why he was going to agree to these guys to do such things that violated his professional ethics. The moment he heard the four words "Crow Mansion", he knew that he was finished, completely finished.

The Crow Mansion is named after the suspect boss hidden in Detective Conan. The biggest suspect behind the scenes - Karasuma Renye. However, its geographical location is not as introverted as its name. It is located behind the brightly lit central business district and looks very lively. As for why it was built in this place, I am afraid that this is just a materialistic concept held by the builders. "Secret" itself is not valuable, and "quietness in the midst of the noise" is valuable. The crow must be in a crowded place so that the pendulum of bad luck will shake for a long time.

The Crow Mansion is a quiet center in this prosperous business district. Of course, only those who truly know the identity of the owner behind this place understand why it is quiet, rather than the boiling and rebellious aiding the evil and joining the rivers. Only by stepping through the undercurrents in some places can you know how dirty and dirty it is.

In the eyes of outsiders, the owner of the Crow Mansion must be a rich second generation, with a decadent and exaggerated style. He is not only rich and powerful, but also has profound attainments in art and elegance. The courtyard is very retro, with various bulb flowers blooming in every corner in a long and long way, and even grasshoppers jump carefully and meticulously. This kind of place looks like a cultural relics protection unit at first glance, and the artistic atmosphere is coming to the face. No one would have thought that behind this literary mask is a dirty club.

Moreover, in the Crow Mansion, there are often banquets and parties, and all kinds of exaggerated teenagers come and go. Some come to socialize, some come to discuss business, some come to support, some come to ask for fun, and many come to join in the fun while smelling the smell, intending to rely on their faces and bodies as tickets. The parking lot is full of luxury cars, and a fame and fortune market with gongs and drums. The entire Crow Mansion is full of decay and erosion, as if the people here cannot survive tomorrow.

But only those who really come into contact with this circle know where this Crow Mansion is.

Hell, cage, abyss? It seems that these seemingly creepy expressions are too underestimating it.

Yukyo Kiriki, his tinnitus was buzzing, for half a minute, looking at Kuichiro Yamamoto without blinking, sitting there like a clay sculpture, carving, putting his past, speculation about the boss behind the Crow Mansion, and his sympathy and regretful look at Kuichiro Yamamoto, and drowning in his own world.

Yamamoto Kuichiro patted Yukyo on the shoulder with a little sadness. His eyes seemed to be looking at a pair of unsatisfactory decorations, with some permission to be dispensable indifference. He smiled pity but cruelly. Yukyo was stunned as if his soul had been pulled away, looking ahead with a blind eye. He had no memory of what happened next. When he really came to his senses, he was already on the road to the underworld.

Yamamoto Kuichiro moved away a sofa. There were still blood stains that were not cleaned in the cracks of the sofa that had been removed. It was particularly shocking on the spotless light-colored floor. Yamamoto Kuichiro frowned slightly. He was about to scold these people and was too unstraightened, but he seemed to think of something. His eyebrows slowly stretched out and his lips gently grinned. He grabbed both sides of a loose floor tiles in front of him, and lifted them with a little force. A bad smell of mold and odor immediately spread from a dark space.

Yamamoto Kuichiro didn't care much about the disgusting smell. He turned on the flashlight as if he hadn't smelled it, and his face turned coldly downwards. There were less than twenty steps in total. The steps were covered with moss. They were like green lines. They lingered along the steps to the end of the heavenly kingdom. At its end, there was a door frame, but there was no door. It looked like the door had been removed. Without saying a word, he walked down with the flashlight.

That night, Long Junchen and Ning Feng'er, one in the inner room and the other in the outer room, were separated by a wall and a door. They each had their own worries, but they were quiet and quiet. They spent the night peacefully. Early the next morning, Long Junchen got up first, stretched his waist, then dressed neatly, and changed into clean clothes. Although he was sleeping in the outer room, he woke up early mainly to be afraid that Ning Feng'er would be inconvenient to come out of the inner room because of embarrassment.

Ning Feng'er heard a rustling sound from the outside. When she walked out from inside, the dark circles on the lower part of her eyes were thick, and the two dark circles were almost bigger than both eyes. Her shoulders were drooping in a state of ignorance, and she kept covering her mouth with her hands and yawning. Her whole body's energy was greatly affected.

However, when she saw Long Junchen, she was as excited as a rabbit with her tail stepped on. Her face was very unnatural. Long Junchen looked at Ning Feng'er for no reason, scratching her scalp. When Long Junchen was watching like this, Ning Feng'er felt her cheeks were a little hot. She pursed her lips and stood at the door for a while, but couldn't help but ask, "You, what do you mean by drinking the remaining noodles you left last night?"

This seemed to be the main reason why she didn't sleep all night. It seemed that because of this question, she didn't sleep well all night. When Ning Feng'er asked so bluntly, Long Junchen was stunned at first, and suddenly a hint of confusion appeared on his face, a trace of indifference flashed across his eyes, and a smile appeared in a stack of astonishment. Then, his heart moved, as if he leaned against the sofa behind him, and asked with a clear understanding, "What does it mean? Why can't I understand what you are talking about? I've drunk some soup, are there any problems?"...
Chapter completed!