In a sea of red fire, the jet-black-haired boy had an aggressive smile on his face.
There were corpses of dead people everywhere, exuding a strange smell of putrefaction and blood.
The boy stepped on an adult man who was still breathing. Although his delicate and handsome face was smiling, it looked particularly weird at this moment.
A closer look revealed that he also had a pair of red-gold cat eyes.
"Where is he?"
When he mentioned "him", the young man's eyes softened obviously, as if he mentioned his lover.
However, the dying man did not answer the boy's words.
"Ah, I remembered, he is using a pseudonym here."
The young man smiled more gently and talked to himself.
""Abe Akatsuki", where is it? "
At the same time, sitting on the plane back to Japan, the black-haired boy was awakened by a cold chill, his light golden eyes full of shock.
Then a few traces of luck and fear appeared in his eyes.
His usual gentleness and calmness were destroyed, and he could only maintain the most basic expressionless expression. He clenched his white fists and didn't even feel the blood.
"Absolutely. . . I won't let you find me. "