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

After leaving the safe house, Qian Yuanqiu called the intelligence dealer he often cooperated with. The phone rang for a long time before the call was answered.

"Help me check Okawa Tomoo's next schedule." Chihara Aki was too lazy to beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Ah good."

A confused voice came from the phone, and then there was silence.

Qian Yuanqiu waited for a few seconds, and heard the man snoring. He couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Takeshita, are you going to spend your whole life with the bed?"

"Can't you say something nice?" Takeshita sat up from the bed cursing.

"Do you want to see what time it is, decadent uncle?"

"I'm still young and beautiful, don't call me uncle!"

Qian Yuanqiu was too lazy to argue with him, so he just hung up the phone after telling him the specific requirements.

"You little brat!" Takeshita jumped out of bed, walked to the mirror, stroked his stubble, looked left and right, and muttered doubtfully: "Am I that old?"

Chihara Aki pulled herself out of her fluctuating emotions and prepared to return to her residence to prepare for Okawa Tomoo's mission.

The sun rises, and golden rays of light scatter in the blue sky.

He pulled his hat up, the wide hood slightly blocking the glare of the sun.

There were scattered pedestrians on the street, with different expressions.

Since he knew the truth about the world, these vivid images seemed to him like puppets, controlled by the puppeteer "the world" to perform absurd dramas.

He was also one of them, but he knew the script of the "world" by accident.

Is there any meaning in such a predetermined life?

How does world consciousness view the world?

……

Stop, stop.

Don't think about it anymore, it will...

Qian Yuanqiu slowly squatted down against the roadside electric pole, covering his head. The intense pain made him tremble uncontrollably.

Maybe it was because of the recent excessive stress that my tense nerves broke, and the disease that I thought would not recur recurred.

Force him to think, force him to remember.

I am useless, sobbing silently, the dim light, the scarlet blood...

Countless phantoms appeared before his eyes and wouldn't let go.

He was like a drowning man, struggling in deep water, unable to surface.

Pedestrians on the street looked at the young man kneeling on the ground in pain with strange eyes. Some people stopped to watch, but no one offered a helping hand.

A high school boy passing by found that the crowd blocked his way, so he stood on tiptoe to see what was going on.

He found a young man squatting on the ground in pain, so he frowned, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, squatted down and asked: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

When he saw the face of the person in front of him from a close distance, a trace of surprise flashed across the boy's face, and then turned into worry. He anxiously lifted up the young man's shoulders and shook him.

"Aqiu? What's wrong with you?"

At this time, the young man's eyes were dull and he had no reaction to the outside world, allowing the boy to manipulate him.

The discussions around us became louder and louder, and some enthusiastic people came over to ask if we needed to call an ambulance.

The boy smiled apologetically and declined the offer.

"I'm sorry, it's my friend, he has an old illness, I'll just take him to the hospital he usually goes to."

After saying that, he helped Qian Yuanqiu to stand up and hailed a taxi.

The others didn't say anything when they saw this. After all, this matter had nothing to do with them. Since someone was responsible, they just let go and left it to the other party.

The crowd dispersed as the taxi drove away. Except for a few curious people who were still discussing the young man's symptoms, the street returned to its normal state.

The taxi did not go to the hospital, but stopped in front of a house.

The boy struggled to help Qian Yuanqiu back to his room, took out his cell phone and made a call, but the call was not connected.

In desperation, he could only move closer to the young man, calling his name constantly, using his hands to prop open his drooping eyelids, trying to bring back his lost consciousness.

The dark green pupils had lost their former luster and were open dully.

As the boy kept calling out, Qian Yuan Qiu blinked slowly and responded weakly.

At this time, the phone rang. The boy looked at the caller and quickly clicked to answer it.

A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sorry Kaito, I was in a meeting just now..."

Kuroba Kaito interrupted Yanagihara Miya Aya and quickly recounted the young man's condition, "That's it, Qiu seems to be sick again."

After hearing this, Yanagihara Aya was extremely anxious. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down her panic. She said calmly, "Kaito, do you have any dolls at home?"

"I'll go to Qingzi's house and borrow one. The phone will be left next to Qiu."

Kuroba Kaito left in a hurry after leaving a few words.

Yanagihara Miya Aya couldn't see Chihara Aki's situation and could only speak softly.

Kuroba Kaito came back breathlessly with the rabbit doll in his hand, and he leaned over the door frame to look.

Qian Yuanqiu curled up with his knees hugged, his face expressionless.

He didn't want to disturb the brother and sister's solitude, so he tiptoed in, put the doll next to Qian Yuanqiu, and tiptoed out.

"Sister Ling."

It was unknown how long it had been before Liuyuan Gongling heard an inaudible sound. She felt relieved and leaned back in her chair to cover her eyes with her arms.

"I'm here," she replied softly.

Qian Yuanqiu moved his legs subconsciously and unexpectedly felt a strange touch.

He looked down and saw a rabbit doll sitting upright beside him.

Qian Yuanqiu's mind gradually became clear and he realized that something was wrong. He looked up and looked around. The familiar layout awakened his past memories.

Chihara Aki asked hesitantly, "Is this the Kaito family?"

"Well, he should be waiting for you downstairs now."

Qian Yuanqiu licked the corner of his mouth and stammered, not knowing how to start.

"You should go meet Kaito first. I'll be in Tokyo in a few days and we'll meet up."

Yanagihara Miya Aya sighed. Her brother tried every means to prevent her from getting involved in the affairs of that organization simply because he was worried that something might happen to her.

But as the eldest sister in the family, how could she stand idly by and watch what happened to her two younger brothers? She was worried about their situation all the time.

What's more, this time Aqiu's stress disorder even broke out on the street, and she had no idea why.

She had felt something was wrong since the last phone call. In just a short period of time, Aqiu's illness had relapsed twice, and these were just the times she knew about.

The more Yanagihara Miya Aya thought about it, the stronger her desire to see her brother became, and she couldn't wait to confirm his safety.

So, she ignored Qian Yuanqiu's refusal and said firmly: "We must meet."

Qian Yuanqiu opened his mouth and closed it again.

He knew he had no way of refusing anymore, so he could only respond quietly.

"No matter what you are thinking now, don't think of it as a burden to me. You know I can never stay out of the relationship with you two."

So don't blame yourself and don't feel sad.

Yanagihara Miya Aya had already seen through Chihara Aki's thoughts and directly interrupted his wild thoughts.

Qian Yuanqiu rubbed the doll in his hand, feeling a little helpless in the face of Yanagihara Miya Aya's straightforward emotions.

He said helplessly: "I'll hang up first, Kaito is still downstairs."