Chapter 262

Mouri Ran's eyes shone, just like a little fan girl chasing stars.

Infected by the girl's mood, a smile reappeared on Sharon Vineyard's face.

Yukiko Kudo also winked mischievously.

"Ran, you don't know, before they put on makeup, those actors are just ordinary people. Only now, before the performance, can you see their most beautiful attire."

The three followed Sharon Vineyard backstage, immediately attracting the admiration of the actors.

It seems Sharon Vineyard's status in the celebrity circle is quite high.

"Yukiko, let me take you on a tour of the stage," Sharon Vineyard said.

"We're familiar with this place; why don't we lead the way?"

A blonde actress named Rose volunteered to lead the way.

Yukiko said embarrassedly: "That wouldn't be very good! There are only forty minutes left until the start."

"It doesn't matter, because the first 20 minutes after the start are a narration to explain the origin of this musical to the audience, which is the story from Greek mythology," Rose explained.

"Huh? What are those things up there?"

Ran looked up.

"Those are the costumes used on stage; because they take up a lot of space, they are hung up there..."

"Oh no, there's danger!"

Ran suddenly let out an exclamation.

Everyone looked up and saw a suit of armor falling from the top; everyone immediately screamed and fled in all directions.

Rose was about to run away, but who knew her clothes would get caught on the nameplate on the wall; she couldn't break free and could only stand in place, struggling and screaming.

Mouri Ran didn't even think and rushed over, but was grabbed by Akaso Kaze.

He extended his arm and pointed at the falling armor.

Several wind pillars appeared under the armor, supporting it.

The huge and heavy armor seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, slowly decelerating, moving horizontally, and arriving at Akaso Kaze's side, where it was placed flat on the ground.

Several actresses widened their eyes, their small mouths unable to close.

They had all been surrounding the big star Sharon Vineyard just now and hadn't noticed the person she brought at all.

Now seeing this scene, they were stunned and dumbfounded.

"This gentleman, you, who are you?" Rose looked at Akaso Kaze with shining eyes.

Akaso Kaze smiled slightly, "I forgot to introduce myself just now; my name is Akaso Kaze, and I am an Onmyoji."

"Onmyoji?"

The actresses didn't quite understand.

Akaso Kaze thought for a moment and explained: "An Onmyoji is a person with divine power, just like... the angel in your play."

"An, an angel?"

Several actresses were stunned.

"Does an angel really exist in this world?"

Rose looked at Akaso Kaze, her eyes emitting a strange brilliance.

Watching the girl's expression, Akaso Kaze's lips curled slightly, and he reached out to point at her towering chest.

"Of course there is; Ms. Rose, don't be obsessed with the illusions of the mortal world; the angel is in your heart."

Akaso Kaze's words not only made Rose's body tremble, but even Sharon Vineyard felt a stir in her heart.

The surroundings were silent, and everyone was savoring this meaningful sentence.

Mouri Ran looked up at the man's handsome face from Akaso Kaze's embrace.

Her face was full of worship.

Sharon Vineyard suddenly said: "Alright girls, it's getting late, it's time for you to go on stage."

"Yukiko, I should go back too."

"Aren't you going to the audience to watch their performance?" Yukiko asked.

"I've already seen this play; I came this time just to see you."

Sharon Vineyard said while turning to leave.

"And I'm afraid there will be an unprecedented storm tonight; I have some things to finish, so I'll be going first."

Watching Sharon Vineyard's back, Akaso Kaze's lips curled upward.

We will meet again, Sharon...

He opened an Eye of Space to follow behind the woman.

Where there is light, there is darkness.

New York, near the Empire State Building, an underground stronghold of the Black Organization.

In the darkness, a man sat silently on the sofa.

Ding-a-ling.

The door to the stronghold was pushed open.

"Bourbon, how is the matter proceeding?"

Hearing the voice, the man looked up.

"Vermouth, you're finally here. Just as you predicted, the rampant serial killer has attracted the attention of the FBI, and they have already sent a team to search."

Bourbon turned on the indoor lights, his short golden hair shining vividly under the light.

"The leader of the team is Akai Shuichi Akai, that guy we call the Silver Bullet."

Vermouth, with her wavy hair, sat on the sofa, used her slender fingers to pinch a match, gently struck it against the sandpaper, and after the flame lit up, she lit the cigarette.

Wisps of smoke began to coil in the room.

She held the cigarette and flicked the ash, saying faintly:

"The Silver Bullet who can destroy the organization? I heard this person has had action capabilities no less than Gin's in just two years, but I think it's a bit alarmist."

"Hmm, I think so too."

Bourbon shrugged and checked the time, "I remember you said you had an appointment tonight? Why not leave the assassination of that man to me?"

As Bourbon's voice fell, a cold killing intent inadvertently flowed from his body.

Vermouth looked at him with a half-smile.

"Do you hate him that much? I remember you've executed a few missions with him, haven't you?"

"So what? Traitors should be ruthlessly eliminated."

Bourbon slightly restrained his smile and revealed a harmless expression.

Vermouth shrugged: "You're right about that, but it's a pity, I also want to meet this Silver Bullet in person, so sorry."

A flash of regret passed through Bourbon's eyes, but he covered it up well.

Vermouth didn't avoid Bourbon; she began to disguise herself in front of him, applying a layer of silicone-like mask to her face.

Bourbon waited for a while, looked down at his watch, and asked: "Are you sure you can do it alone? Don't you need support?"

Vermouth put on a wig and turned her head gloomily.

"I heard Akai Shuichi Akai is very sharp; the more people there are, the easier it is to be discovered. Alone, I might actually make him lower his guard."

Vermouth turned around; her appearance was completely different from before.

Silver hair, a slightly ferocious face; it was exactly the Silver-Haired Serial Killer who had been appearing in New York recently.

"Alright, I should go too. Bourbon, you should have already dealt with the real guy, right?"

After the disguise, Vermouth's voice also became much deeper.

"Of course."

Bourbon nodded and handed over a handgun.

"He is lying in an abandoned building in the old district now; the terrain there is complex, which is a good place to act."

Vermouth took the handgun, unscrewed the silencer, and tucked it into her bosom.

She didn't say anything else and turned to walk out the door.

Phantom of the Opera Theater.