Yokohama Heart Fraudster

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    "It is said that Moon Shadow Mask was caught and will be executed in a forest outside Tokyo in two days."

    "...Huh??" He

    Quanlian was dumbfounded.

    He almost thought he was hallucinating.

    Moon Shadow Mask was caught? To be executed? ? Why doesn't he know? !

    In other words, he himself is standing here, how can there be a second moon shadow mask in this world? !

    "What the hell is going on?" He Quanlian couldn't wait to ask Dazai Osamu.

    "Go to my office and talk." Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes at him, "After all, this is a secret." On

    the way to the office, He Quanlian was thinking about this matter, no matter what he thought about it. It is not clear who spread this rumor and what is the purpose.

    He barely suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and patiently waited until Osamu Dazai sat on the familiar sofa chair before stepping forward and looking at him with urging eyes.

    "Mr. Sen called us for a meeting just now, which mentioned this matter. It is said that it was a post on an underground forum, which recorded the information about the Moon Shadow Mask in detail, and the owner of the post killed him and arrested him. When I get to Moon Shadow Mask, I will kill him live at noon two days later."

    Dazai Osamu folded his hands and leaned his elbows on the table, and narrated with a very serious expression.

    "As you know, Mr. Sen has always been very interested in the abilities of the Moon Shadow Mask. After learning the news, he sent someone to Tokyo to investigate the information as soon as possible. Guess what happened?"

    He smiled and used Rao You He looked at He Quanlian with deep meaning.

    He Quanlian, on the other hand, tensed her nerves like an enemy, and moved her Adam's apple subconsciously: "...how about it?"

    "The intelligence investigators did find a ruined area in the forest, and there were special people to handle this kind of place. Although they could not tell the organization they belonged to from their uniforms, they risked their lives. We sent a photo like this."

    Dazai Osamu gently opened the phone on the table, and when he flipped to a picture, he pushed the phone towards He Quanlian.

    He Quanlian looked down and saw a very familiar evening dress. No matter the style or the beautiful patterns drawn on the fabric, it was exactly the same as the evening dress of Moon Shadow Mask.

    The owner of the evening dress was chained to an iron cross, his clothes were tattered, and his body was full of bloodstains from whips.

    He lowered his head so that his face could not be seen clearly, but no matter from which angle of the photo, the figure of this man was very similar to the Moon Shadow Mask.

    He Quanlian's eyes widened, if he wasn't the Moon Shadow Mask himself, I'm afraid he would completely believe that the photo in this photo was the real Moon Shadow Mask.