On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

The thugs who were left behind looked at each other, but the man had already got in the car and left.

The one who paid the money was the boss, but they didn't know where to start when they saw the boy covered in blood. Their original plan was to strangle the boy to death without leaving any trace after the employer confirmed that it was the boy named Qiu, so they didn't prepare any cleaning tools.

In the end, they had no choice but to hastily put the boy into the sack they brought from autumn. As for the blood on the ground, they were in no mood to clean it up, so they simply piled up miscellaneous items from other places on top of the blood to cover it up.

Afterwards, they brought sacks to the pit that had been dug in advance to bury the bodies, but found that there were already two people squatting there.

One of the men in black heard the noise and turned around, and saw four men with fierce eyes looking at him with ill intentions.

"Oh, I think I've ruined someone else's good thing."

The man in black stood up in an exaggerated manner and patted the shoulder of the person next to him.

"Hey? What are you carrying? Prey? It's still dripping with blood?"

The man in black looked at the sack curiously and even wanted to go forward to observe.

"Lord Gin..." The other man in black was his subordinate. He didn't dare to stop him but was worried that the other party would be in danger, so he could only call the other party's name helplessly.

The man called Gin walked up to the four people who were carrying sacks to bury the bodies and observed their expressions with interest.

The man carrying the sack was obviously the leader among the four people, and his aura was even greater than that of the others.

"Do it!"

Following the man's order, the remaining three men drew their guns.

They never thought that there was someone who was one step faster than them.

Except for the man who had just given the order, the remaining three people all fell down in a daze.

"you!"

The man took a step back in panic, but his eyes accidentally caught sight of the pit they had dug earlier, in which there was a half-buried body.

"So that's your purpose. Sorry, sorry, I thought no one was using it."

Gin followed the man's gaze and scratched his head sheepishly.

"Can you show me what's in your bag?"

The man wanted to resist, but the bodies of his three men on the ground reminded him of this man's extraordinary skills.

In the end, he simply threw the sack at the man in black to delay time, and then turned around and ran away.

But he forgot that there was another man in black.

"what are you doing?"

After taking care of the last person, another man in black walked over and looked at Gin's actions in confusion.

"Just curious." Gin said, opening the bloody sack. Even the assassins of the organization who were used to seeing dead people were stunned when they saw the child covered in wounds.

"This is really..."

"He's really tenacious." Gin continued his subordinate's words and praised, "He's still alive."

"What?" The subordinate was surprised. It was a miracle that he could survive with such injuries.

"Maybe because he was in shock and his injuries, he was mistakenly thought to be dead."

Gin glanced back at the half-filled pit, "It looks like this pit is for burying you."

As he spoke, he pulled a shot of medicine from his coat pocket and stabbed it into the boy's neck. "But you look pretty survivable. I wonder how much you can take."

"what do you mean?"

"I heard that the experimental team is looking for a test subject? Send him over and give him a try. If he survives, he can be my heir."

Under the effect of the drug, Zhen made it to the organization's laboratory, and under Gin's lobbying, the experimental team accepted him.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhen was already lying on the experimental table. The glaring white light above his head forced him to squint.

"It just so happens that the wounds on his body can be used to experiment with new healing medicines."

"No, let's erase his memory first. Bring APTY-85 over."

The words in my ears seemed to come from another world and were unclear.

Zhen only felt someone approaching him, a sharp needle pierced into his arm, and then a cold feeling spread throughout his body along the blood vessels.

How's Autumn?

Zhen thought about this question before falling asleep again.

----

Blood, lots of blood.

Qian Yuanqiu curled up in the middle of the room, reaching out his hand to feel the floor in the darkness.

He felt the warm liquid.

It was the blood that flowed from Brother Gin, who was separated from him by a wooden board.

It was clearly a rotten room, with the accumulated debris turning to dust, and tenacious plants growing out from under the floor.

But Chihara Aki imagined the scene of 17 years ago in his mind.

At first he didn't know what was happening, but he heard his always tolerant uncle saying the most obscene words to insult his family, the muffled sound became louder and louder, and a strange metallic smell penetrated his nose through the gap. Finally, a sticky liquid dripped on his face.

He finally knew what was going on.

Qian Yuanqiu's hand suddenly retracted as if he had been electrocuted, and he covered his mouth and nose tightly.

I can’t make any sound, I can’t no no no no, I can’t even cry.

Qian Yuanqiu, who now looked like a young man, repeated his childhood actions and did not let go even when he was suffocating.

After the "world" cleared the disruptive obstacles set by T-80, Noah, who was reconnected to the energy ball in Qianyuan Aki's brain, immediately detected something wrong with this body.

But this time, no matter how he shouted or sent out signals of pain, it was of no use.

Seeing that his savior was calculated into this state by the despicable system at the last moment, the "world" sent out a strong signal of anger:

"!"

It quickly cleared away the sickening energy left behind by the T-80, drawing out Chihara Aki's painful emotions and suppressing the memories he was now recalling.

The sudden withdrawal of emotions made Qian Yuanqiu let go of his hand in a daze, and the lack of oxygen caused a tearing pain in his lungs.

He was breathing slowly, still trying not to make any sound.

It seems that not being able to make a sound in this house has become a subconscious habit. Should I erase all his painful memories?

When the 'world' was hesitating, it suddenly realized that the reinforcements it had found were about to arrive.

Vodka felt more and more depressed as he drove. From time to time, he would steal glances at Gin's expression in the rearview mirror, but the other person's gloomy face made him confused and he didn't dare to speak rashly.

Looking at the famous house on the hill in front of him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Gin pulled himself away from his complicated thoughts and directed Vodka to find the house in his memory.

The house was even more dilapidated than I remembered. Vines had climbed up the walls and covered the house so tightly that it was almost swallowed by weeds.

Gin took out a Swiss Army knife and cut the vines, saving the door from being eaten.

The wooden door had been completely deformed and without the support of the vines, it fell straight to the ground with the slightest touch, raising a cloud of dust.

Time has almost eaten away at the room, and the clutter that piled up on the floor in my memory has turned into dust.

Only the dim moonlight could provide Gin with illumination, allowing him to barely see the figure curled up in the room.

He was like a puppet without a soul, and had no reaction to anything happening in the outside world.