Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

The car stopped outside the base. After Gin got out, he saw the detective huddled in the back seat, motionless, with murderous aura around him, pointing a gun at him with a sinister look.

"get off."

Furiya Rei looked at him deeply, then got out of the car reluctantly. Gin grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the elevator.

He pressed the floor button, and as it lit up, his fingerprint was collected.

[Level A Clearance, GIN, Approved]

The elevator opened, and the three of them got in and soon arrived outside the confinement room.

When Fūya Rei saw the confinement room, his face turned pale, his whole body was shaky, and he couldn't help but want to escape.

"I don't want to go in, Mr. Killer. If you dare to lock me up, I will never forgive you." The detective's voice was trembling as he threatened, giving people a feeling of weakness.

Gin said indifferently: "Vodka."

Vodka understood, quickly opened the door and pushed the detective in.

The door closed and Vodka breathed a sigh of relief.

Every time he was caught between his eldest brother and the detective, he felt like he was suffocating.

"Brother, are we waiting now?"

Gin said speechlessly: "Go do the mission and come back tomorrow."

The detention room is equipped with night vision surveillance, and the detective cannot escape his control, so there is no need to waste time guarding here.

Inside the solitary confinement room, it was pitch black and so quiet that not a single sound could be heard.

Rei Furuya didn't expect that when he switched his personality yesterday, there would be a power outage by coincidence, which made Gin simply and crudely blame him for his personality switch.

However, when he was locked up in the small dark room for the first time, he did not switch his personality.

Fūya Rei narrowed his eyes. This was a loophole.

The solution is also very simple. Either the split personality appeared after joining the organization, or - he has a way to avoid it.

He huddled in the corner, hugging himself and shivering. The watch on his wrist contained a pill, which he would use to prepare for the organization's test tomorrow and fill the gap.

The watch was inspired by someone's anesthesia needle watch.

Fūya Rei used his consciousness to control the opening of the system. The system screen in front of him flashed, and the pages of the science comics were turned one by one.

Anyway, I have to stay up late to watch the show and try my best to perform.

Vodka found this day and night particularly difficult, mainly because he had to keep an eye on the detective on the surveillance camera in between completing his tasks.

It’s nothing, it’s not like he hasn’t spied on people before, the main thing is that the detective is too creepy.

The detective was afraid of the darkness, as if there were ferocious man-eating monsters in it, and he wanted to hide himself tightly.

But every time he couldn't control himself and wanted to use self-harm to wake up his consciousness, he would suddenly stop, as if the power was cut off, and his eyes and expression were empty.

It was as if the body's consciousness suddenly disappeared, leaving only an empty shell.

After an hour or two, it seemed as if the soul had left the body and came back. Then it curled up into a ball with a look of fear on its face, and pinched itself viciously until it was bruised and purple in order to stay conscious.

But before he could get any more seriously hurt, he lost power again…

Vodka: !!

After watching for a day and a night, Vodka was so scared that he looked much more haggard.

This Bourbon is definitely a ghost!

Rei Furuya also feels that comics have misled him. Every time he feels that his acting is almost done, he immerses himself in reading comics.

I have no other thoughts, I just want to know how many fancy killing methods the people have that have not been shown yet.

It would be a waste of talent if none of them became crime detective screenwriters.

Jiang Gu Ling was angry, but he couldn't stop.

Whenever my emotions fluctuate too much and I get kicked out of the system and have to act like I have PTSD, I feel particularly guilty.

After the show, I continued to watch the drama. There are more than a thousand episodes, enough to watch for several years.

However, he touched his stomach inconspicuously and felt very hungry...

Gin just left him here without even giving him a meal?

What kind of new method of mental and physical torture is this?

Why is the Black Organization so lame?

Fūya Rei glanced at the system time and saw that a day and a night had passed.

The time came to November 6th.

His mood inevitably worsened. Although he guessed that Gin would let him out today, everything would change as long as Gin didn't show up.

He was afraid that the unknown "fate" would trip him up and lock him up to prevent him from interfering with the "plot".

Fūya Rei turned off the system, his purple-gray pupils hidden in his arms filled with murderous intent.

Wait a little longer. If Gin doesn't show up, he will have to find a way to leave the confinement room. He must go out and give the life-saving talisman to Hagiwara.

It was half past eight when the door of the solitary confinement room slammed open.

Fūya Rei felt relieved, here it comes.

He adjusted his mood and looked up at Gin and Vodka standing in the dim light.

After a while, a strange smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"Ah, Sunglasses-kun, Killer-kun, you're here on time."

When Bourbon looked over, Vodka took two steps back in fear like a frightened animal and bumped into Gin. His eyes were full of surprise and his hair stood on end, as if he had met his natural enemy.

Even Gin's expression became serious.

His hand subconsciously touched the Beretta inside his windbreaker.

Under the dim light, the detective's penetrating purple-gray eyes were like the abyss, and when he looked at them, it was as if they were ants performing a funny farce.

Beneath the superficial smile was a rejection that had nothing to do with love or hate. Just staring at those eyes, Vodka felt a voice ringing in his head.

——Inferior scum, ugly and stupid monster!

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and when they stabbed at me, they seemed like questions from a god.

——Why are you still alive!

"Vodka!"

Gin's voice suddenly rang out.

Vodka suddenly regained consciousness and found that he was holding a gun pointing at his temple and his elder brother was holding his wrist tightly.

"Big, big brother..."

Vodka stared blankly, his hands trembled, and the gun fell to the ground.

Gin looked at Vodka carefully, and when he found that he had recovered, he let go of his hand and stepped aside, loading the Beretta in his hand and pointing it at the detective who had stood up.

He had just keenly noticed that something was wrong with Vodka. When he turned to look at Vodka, he saw that Vodka's expression became dull and he pulled out a gun at an extremely fast speed, ready to commit suicide.

Gin narrowly stopped the man and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing him recover.

He looked at the detective appraisingly and asked angrily, "What did you do?"

Fūya Rei blinked, his drooping purple-gray eyes looking extremely innocent.

"Weren't you always here? Can't you see what I did?"

He staggered to his feet, his face pale without a trace of blood, his brows showing fatigue and weakness, his eyes indifferent and cold.

This look, as if standing in a higher latitude and looking down at a lower latitude, made Vodka unable to help but avoid it, and even Gin frowned uncomfortably.

Furuya Rei emphasized, "Detective-sama really didn't do anything."

Gin sneered, his eyes and eyebrows suppressing anger and fear: "You can hypnotize."

Fūya put his index and middle fingers together, brushed away the hair that was sticking to his forehead, and said with a bright smile, "Well, of course, Detective-sama, I wouldn't do that."