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Chapter 218: The Extreme Escape
The wind on the rooftop suddenly stopped.
The originally chaotic airflow seemed to be forcibly wiped away by some higher-dimensional power, leaving only the shrill siren sounds in the distance echoing in the night sky.
Kuroba Kaito stared deathly at the man before him. Anger, shame, fear—various emotions rolled in his chest, finally turning into a deep sense of powerlessness.
"What do I want?"
Blake repeated the question, a playful smile on his lips. He didn't even look at Kaito again, but turned and walked toward the edge of the roof, where Kaito had landed just now. The sound of leather shoes stepping on gravel was exceptionally clear in the dead silent night.
"Actually, there's no special reason."
Blake stood with his back to Kaito, hands in his trouser pockets, looking up at the cold full moon.
"If I had to say, it's probably..."
"Too boring."
Kaito's pupils contracted.
Boring?
Is this human speech?
Blake's voice drifted from above lightly, carrying a careless laziness.
"When a person stands too high, they find there isn't even anyone around to talk to."
"So, I occasionally look for some fun."
Blake turned around, his gaze landing on Kaito. That look wasn't like looking at a person, but more like looking at a little hamster running desperately on a wheel in a cage.
"Kaitou Kid, although your performance is immature, it added a bit of color to this boring night."
"As an audience member, I was quite entertained."
The piercing sirens were like a dull saw trying to cut open the night sky, squeezing frantically toward the top of this building from all directions. The red and blue police lights had paved a shimmering ocean on the streets below.
Inspector Nakamori's signature loud voice, even separated by dozens of floors and thick concrete slabs, could still be faintly heard.
"Seal all exits! Don't let even a fly out!"
"Helicopter! Helicopter, shine the searchlight on the roof!"
Kuroba Kaito half-knelt on the ground, his chest heaving violently. His originally elegant white magician's suit was now stained with dust, looking a bit wretched. But he couldn't care less about that. His gaze was locked tightly on the man in front of him.
The malicious man who had just played his dead father one second and ruthlessly mocked him the next.
Blake turned his head sideways, looking over the edge of the roof, as if appreciating the dense, ant-like police force below.
"Hear that?"
Blake turned back, wearing that infuriatingly relaxed smile. "Your fans seem very enthusiastic, Second Generation Kid."
Kaito gritted his teeth, pushing on his knees trying to stand up. But the feeling of weakness from being suppressed by the invisible airflow still remained in his limbs and bones.
This monster.
"What exactly... are you?"
Kaito's voice was hoarse, every word seemingly squeezed through his teeth.
Blake didn't answer. He just grabbed casually at the empty air.
A rough, dark yellow hemp rope appeared abruptly in his hand. No hiding action, no sleeve cover. Like creation out of thin air.
Kaito's pupils contracted sharply.
Spatial magic?
No, that's not right.
Magic has mechanisms and logic. But everything this person has done from just now until now is frantically trampling on the dignity of physics.
"Who I am isn't important."
Blake weighed the rope in his hand; the casual action made Kaito's hair stand on end.
"What's important is that the current situation is interesting."
"The police will break through the roof's security door in about three minutes."
Blake walked over. The oppression multiplied as the distance shortened. Kaito instinctively wanted to retreat, wanted to fumble for spare smoke bombs.
"Don't waste your energy."
Blake's voice exploded in his ear.
In the next second, the world spun.
Kaito didn't even see the other party's movement before he was flipped to the ground by a massive force. Immediately after, the rough hemp rope flew like it had a life of its own in those slender, powerful hands.
Winding, threading, tightening.
"Mmph!"
Kaito groaned.
Too fast.
This binding technique was professionally terrifying. In just two or three seconds, the world-famous Magician Under the Moonlight was tied up like a dumpling. His hands were tied behind his back, the knots on his wrists extremely tricky, jamming exactly at the leverage points of his bones. His feet were bound together, limiting even the bending angle of his knees.
Blake clapped his hands, looking down at the struggling Kaito with a playful look.
"This is the 'Tortoise Shell Bondage'... oh wait, the special Sailor's Knot I prepared for you."
"The more you struggle, the tighter the rope gets."
Kaito's face flushed red, from both shame and anger. "Bastard! What do you want! Are you going to hand me over to the police?"
If the goal was to catch him, he could have done it just now. Why humiliate him like this?
Blake squatted down, extended a finger, and poked Kaito's slightly crooked white top hat.
"Hand over to the police? No, no, no."
"That would be no fun."
Blake wagged his finger, the smile on his face becoming more malicious, like a naughty child designing a maze for a mouse.
"Isn't escape what a magician is best at?"
"Water tank escape, fire escape, high-altitude escape..."
"Every time making the audience sweat, but finally turning danger into safety."
Blake stood up and pointed to the iron door that had begun to emit banging sounds.
"This is the final game I'm gifting you."
"Extreme Escape."
"The rules are simple."
"Just run away before the police arrive."
Blake smiled, a brilliant smile.
"This shouldn't be hard for you, right?"
"In this time, you not only have to untie the ropes on your body but also find a way to escape from here surrounded by hundreds of police and several helicopters."
"If you can't do it..."
Blake paused, his gaze sweeping over Kaito's young face.
"Then tomorrow's headline will be—'Kaitou Kid Captured, True Identity is a High School Student'."
Blake adjusted his slightly messy collar and turned to walk toward the edge of the roof.
"Well then, I should take my leave too."
The night wind howled.
He stood on the concrete ledge without any guardrail, his heels even hanging in the air. Behind him were the lights of thousands of homes, and a bottomless dark abyss.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Rapid footsteps could already be heard.
"Time is running out, Mr. Magician."
Blake opened his arms, back to the endless void, his body slowly leaning backward. Like a martyr about to embrace the abyss. Or an actor taking a curtain call.
"Good luck."
The moment his voice fell, his body completely lost balance. Drawn by gravity, the figure plummeted straight into the darkness like a broken kite.
"Hey!!"
Kaito's eyes widened, and he shouted subconsciously.
This was the fiftieth floor!
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