At this moment, Miwako, who was in charge of escorting Sayuri-sensei, suddenly called.

“Alert, there is news in the hospital, the operation is very successful, and Miss Matsumoto is out of danger!”

“Well, I see…” Although he tried desperately to appear calm, Sato could hear the faint tremor in his voice.

Immediately afterwards, everyone knew the happy news, but Dongma was still like that, and the frost in his eyes was simply unbearable.

“Sayuri-sensei is all right…,” Ran reminded cautiously.

But Dongma was still unmoved, just staring motionlessly at the man who was still crying at this time.

‘Although Sayuri-sensei may forgive you, and after your body heals, we will hold a wedding with you here, and even your life may be very happy afterwards…’

But….

‘But I will never forgive you for committing an unforgivable sin, Sayuri-sensei, but I have few important people in this world who are cherished…’

Even if it was just an injury caused by a misunderstanding, even if it was a wound that she voluntarily received…

For me, you alone cannot be forgiven! ’

Thinking so, Dongma quietly exited the room while everyone was happy.

After confirming that Sayuri-sensei is indeed fine, Fuyuma went to the detention center of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Although Sayuri-sensei may have forgiven him, the current prisoner is still in a detention center, after all, they cannot blatantly violate the morals and laws of the police.

However, Fuyuma can.

Because at night, he is no longer a police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department.

It’s a nobleman in the night, a vampire.

As a nobleman, it was also their traditional duty to rid themselves of pests within their territory.

A true nobleman will never only enjoy rights without fulfilling obligations.

Without anyone noticing, Fuyuma quietly sneaked into the room where Takasugi was being held.

Of course, vampires are creatures that don’t have the ability to be invisible or hide their breath, so Fuyuma uses an ability that he usually hates very much, psychology.

Complex psychology, through the body, eyes and language, to make the other party have a certain degree of illusion is no problem.

As a psychological master, Dongma is even able to give hints to others only through very small body language.

Just like this time, Fuyuma almost completely tampered with the memories of all the guards along the way.

During the time that Dongma entered, everyone, including the prisoners, looked like there was nothing abnormal, as if Dongma, a big living person, did not exist at all.

Such a large-scale psychological hint naturally requires great effort and energy, and even for vampires, it takes a long time to rest to fully recover.

But Fuyuma did so without hesitation.

For this garbage in his eyes.

Garbage that must be disposed of.

“It’s really a luxury to live in such a luxurious single room for garbage…” Fuyuma sneered and opened the door.

“Who?” Takasugi asked loudly for the first time.

“Are you here to let me out!”

The voice full of anticipation made Fuyuma feel sick.

“Want to get out?” Fuyuma asked leisurely.

And Takasugi also recognized Fuyuma, the policeman before, and immediately laughed proudly when he thought of something.

“I knew that my father would not give up on me. What are you waiting for, hurry up and let me out, I know that you are my father’s subordinate, and I will say nice words to my father after I go out.” ”

Toshihiko Takasugi had the ugly face of a rich second generation, as if he was sure that Fuyuma would definitely let him out, and he had already begun to speak in a tone of treatment to his subordinates.

“You want to go out, but you can’t now…”

The winter horse approached step by step.

“Why? I’m going out now! Otherwise, I’ll tell my father, you bastard is incompetent! Takasugi shouted.

But obviously….

“Takasugi-kun, you don’t seem to be understanding the situation.”

Fuyuma smiled coldly, full of cruelty and contempt for the prey in front of him.

“What…”

Instinctively, Toshihiko Takasugi felt threatened with death.

But before he could react, Fuyuma had already arrived in front of him.

Slowly stretched out his hand and pointed to Takasugi.

“You, what are you going to do!” Takasugi trembled with fear.

Although Fuyuma didn’t seem to have done anything, the malice and murderous aura that permeated the entire room made Takasugi, a waste who had never experienced anything at all, also feel fear and foreboding from the depths of his soul.

The premonition of one’s own death.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you so simply…”

If the voice of the devil says so.

Before Takasugi could let go of his heart, he was once again enveloped by deeper fear.

“I’ll let you live, live well, and then experience what hell feels like!”

Like the sound coming from hell, Takasugi completely collapsed.

“Why!” Takasugi shouted like crazy.

“Don’t you know?” Fuyuma laughed.

“What do I know?” However, Takasugi still didn’t know anything.

“Hurt my teacher, want to die easily, but it’s not so easy!”

Death, at this moment, has come.


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