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

"Ramo...Qiu."

Gin felt a little uncomfortable hearing this unfamiliar name.

He walked over, and fresh memories reminded him that the place where the young man curled up was where he was tortured, and it was right above the underground space.

Gin was speechless. He silently picked up the young man and walked out of the house.

Even so, the young man still did not react and allowed himself to be manipulated by others.

When they returned to where the Porsche was parked, Vodka had already gotten out of the car to greet them. He saw from a distance that his elder brother was holding something.

"Is this...Ramos?"

He looked at the pale young man in disbelief, then looked in the direction from which his eldest brother came.

Why did Ramos, who was supposed to be doing drug experiments in Yoshi Island, appear in the wilderness?

"To Yoshijima," Gin wasn't in the mood to answer.

Vodka responded, looked away worriedly, and sped off towards the organization's underground hospital.

Gin looked at the young man with lifeless eyes and suppressed his complicated emotions.

The voice that guided him here never appeared again. He could no longer remember the timbre of the voice. Now it seemed more like a signal that appeared directly in his mind.

Are memory recovery and this instruction related to Qiu?

Porsche arrived at the underground hospital quickly. Yoshijima had already received Gin's message in advance and was waiting at the door.

Gin got out of the car holding Chihara Aki and walked into the hospital with an expressionless face.

The white-bearded doctor looked at Vodka with a question mark on his face, asking him what happened with his eyes.

The latter blinked and shook his head, indicating that he wanted to ask him something else.

How come someone who was doing experiments here ran to the mountains in the next city?

"Yoshima, come here." Gin said coldly, interrupting the eye contact between the two.

After examination, it was found that Chihara Aki had no other injuries except for the recurrence of the gunshot wound. Yoshijima re-bandaged him and gave him an injection of healing potion.

But his mental state is really bad, and until now his eyes are still dull and expressionless.

"His problem should be mental."

After the examination, Yoshijima made the initial judgment, "It looks very much like traumatic stress. I don't know if he has received treatment before."

Gin sat silently by the side, lighting a cigarette but then putting it out.

"I see."

He put his hat back on and prepared to take Chihara Aki away.

"Where are you going?" Yoshijima mentioned another matter: "Boss just asked about Ramos's experiment."

Gin stopped and looked back at him.

Yoshijima is good friends with his ex Gin and has always taken good care of the current Gin.

So he sent the records of testing the recovery potion on other test subjects to that person, creating the illusion that Ramos was testing the potion on him.

Yoshijima just wanted to remind Gin that this false lie could be exposed at any time, such as if someone suddenly wanted to witness the progress of the experiment with his own eyes.

"I see."

Yoshijima shook his head and said, "If possible, the experimental subject 'Ramos' can die here at any time."

He saw that Gin had special feelings for this young man. If he wanted Ramos to leave the organization, dying on the experimental table would be a good reason.

Gin paused before leaving and left the hospital with Chihara Aki.

"Brother, what happened to Ramos?"

After a trip to the hospital, Vodka not only failed to figure out what had happened, but was left completely confused.

"..."

Gin didn't want to answer. He closed his eyes tiredly and said, "You go back first."

Vodka didn't understand why, but he still left obediently.

He always obeyed Gin's orders unconditionally.

The Porsche drove straight onto the Shinto Expressway, this time its destination was Kyoto.

This is what Gin thinks is the best course of action after careful consideration, to let Qiu go back.

He looked at Qian Yuanqiu who was sitting in the passenger seat. Under the effect of the drug, he had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Qiu's mental illness must have been caused by that experience. It would be no good to stay with him all the time. The best option is to return to the Liuyuan family to recuperate.

It takes three hours to get from Tokyo to Kyoto, and it was already four in the morning when we arrived.

Gin parked the car near a mansion.

This mansion adopts traditional architectural style, with wooden structure as the main structure. It bears the traces of time. The interconnecting doorbell on the gate is the only modern existence.

When the servant working in the mansion heard the doorbell, he came to the gate sleepily to ask who was coming, but received no response.

"strangeness."

The servant muttered and clicked on the surveillance camera inside the door. A figure leaning against the door appeared on the screen.

He hurriedly used the internal line to contact his colleague on duty. He didn't dare to open the door rashly, but he was worried that the other party was a poor person who came to ask for help because of difficulties.

"Qiu, Master Qiu!"

The older servant who followed over exclaimed and rushed over to confirm the face of the person who came.

The young man was wrapped in a large black windbreaker with his eyes closed, and showed no reaction.

"It really is! Quick! Notify the head of the family!"

After the panic, Qian Yuanqiu was taken back to the inner room, and silence returned to the doorway, leaving only the noise inside the house.

Gin, who was observing secretly, lit a cigarette after the door was closed, and the red light flickered.

He got in the car and drove in the opposite direction of the white light that was faintly emerging from the horizon.

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It took another three hours to get back to Tokyo from Kyoto, and Gin drove directly to the base.

In the garage, the white Mazda was already parked in the parking space.

Gin glanced at it, took out a spare coat from the trunk, put it on, and took the elevator to the lounge on the 2nd floor.

The man with corn braids was already sitting on the sofa drinking. He glanced at Gin and rarely refrained from making any provocative remarks.

After a while, Vermouth also came.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Gin and Binga, one at the door of the room and the other at the innermost part of the room, as if there was a Berlin Wall standing in the middle.

"morning."

Vermouth also picked a place to sit down and ordered breakfast at the bar.

But no one responded to her, and the air was filled with a substance called silence.

Vermouth didn't care. She turned her head to look at the angry man at the back and asked, "Binga, I heard that you injured Bourbon?"

This was the reason why she had left her sleep and come to the base so early in the morning.

"Tsk." Binga snorted disdainfully and said unhappily, "He brought it upon himself!"

"Really? I heard that Bourbon has gone to complain to Rum." Vermouth mentioned casually.

"That bastard!" Binga couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up and rushed out.

He couldn't even get through to Rum today!

Vermouth looked in the direction where Binga disappeared in surprise: "So what happened?"

Vermouth, who was afraid that the organization would not be in chaos, or who thought that the more chaotic the organization was, the better, stood up and followed him out.

The lounge returned to silence, and Gin had no interest in this matter.

He sat quietly, drank the last sip of coffee, stood up and walked to the garage, restarted the Porsche and drove back to the safe house.

Years of life have made him accustomed to staying at the base whether he has something to do or not, but now it seems necessary for him to come here, so he might as well go back and rest.

On the other side, the aggressive Binga dialed Rum's number, but was ruthlessly hung up.

"Damn it!"

Bourbon had the nerve to complain! Rum actually believed him without even asking the other party!

Binga became angrier the more he thought about it, so he kicked the trash can beside him to vent his anger.