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

Behind the young man with kite eyes, there was a faint black shadow wearing a red scarf overlapping him.

The card floated in the air for a moment, then suddenly transformed into a stream of light and penetrated into the center of Jōguchi Zero's brows.

Fūya Rei blinked, and his purple-gray eyes suddenly became like an abyss, brewing the greatest evil and darkness in the world.

He staggered to his feet and walked out the door, looking around blankly and rubbing his eyebrows.

What am I going to do here?

Ah, I remembered it.

——It’s entering the water.

At three o'clock in the morning, Gin, who had just finished his mission, leaned against the car and smoked to relax. Before he had taken two puffs of his cigarette, his cell phone vibrated.

He took it and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

After thinking about it, Gin answered the call.

"Hello, is this Mr. Kurosawa?"

Gin raised his eyebrows. For some reason, this phone call always gave him a bad feeling.

He responded in a hoarse and low voice: "Speak."

"This is Beihua Central Hospital. Do you know Mr. Amuro?"

Gin's eyelids twitched: "I know him."

The person on the other end was clearly relieved, and quickly spoke, "Mr. Amuro said you're his family member. Could you please come to the hospital to handle the paperwork? Mr. Amuro jumped into the Tsutsu River, but he was rescued in time and is out of danger."

Gin: "...?"

A question mark popped up in his mind, and it took him a long time to realize that the detective had committed suicide.

——He almost flew away from the organization’s property.

Gin sneered and said sinisterly, "Let him wait."

But after not seeing him for a few hours, the detective actually jumped into the river!

No, it’s not certain whether he is a detective.

The detective couldn't even ride a streetcar by himself; it was probably Bourbon's doing.

For a moment, Gin was furious.

"Vodka, drive to Mihua Central Hospital." He said calmly, his murderous eyes narrowed dangerously.

He sat back in the passenger seat, took out the gun from his pocket, and carefully maintained it.

Gin felt that someone really needed a bullet to wake up.

Vodka drove in silence, frightened by his elder brother's low mood and not daring to breathe.

but--

"Brother, if you're going to the hospital to see a patient, do you need to buy a fruit basket or something?"

Gin: "...Shut up, idiot."

"Oh."

At 4:30 in the morning, Gin appeared at the Beika Central Hospital like a ghost, carrying vodka. The long corridor was pitch black, with only the emergency exit signs emitting a green glow, as terrifying as a will-o'-the-wisp.

Through the door, you can see the small white beds inside. It is so quiet and silent, as scary as a morgue.

Vodka approached his elder brother unnoticed, not daring to look around behind his sunglasses.

Soon they arrived at the ward on the fourth floor.

As soon as Vodka opened the door, he saw a blond young man with one leg stretched out of the window.

Vodka: ? ?

Vodka almost screamed like a JK, but managed to hold on to her composure and shouted, "Detective, what are you doing?"

The young man blinked, his purple-gray eyes curved gently, his soft and brilliant blond hair was harmless and innocent, his childish baby face was slightly raised, so handsome that he seemed to have walked out of a painting.

His smile was hollow and superficial, yet filled with a yearning for something better. He stretched out his voice and said coquettishly, "Hey? Are you calling me? Of course I'm looking at the stars."

He tilted his face slightly, with half of his face hidden in the shadows and the other half illuminated by the light of the ward. His purple-gray eyes seemed to contain a dark and dangerous undercurrent from the depths of the sea, making him look particularly gloomy and cold.

Vodka took a deep breath, there was something wrong with the detective.

Could it be that Bourbon guy?

Gin, a ruthless man of few words, had already raised his gun and hit the window several times with the force.

I don't know how it was calculated, but the window fell straight towards the ward.

The blond young man who was riding on the window fell down with him and was hit on the leg inside.

Jianggu Ling: Wow, it hurts.

He groaned and fainted from the pain.

Gin's face gloomy: "...waste!"

Vodka: !!

After asking Vodka to transfer the person directly to the organization's hospital, Gin took Vodka to take some time to do another task.

The time came to November 11th, 8 o'clock in the morning.

Gin, who had just stepped into the inpatient department, was disturbed by a burst of noise.

The hospital under the organization has always been quiet and silent, so it is a bit abnormal that it suddenly became so noisy.

Thinking of the even more abnormal detective, Gin adjusted the brim of his hat and walked towards the source with vodka in his hand, feeling very depressed.

He smiled coldly, it would be better not to let him find out that it was Bourbon's doing!

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Gin stood outside the crowd and his eyes twitched. It turned out that this guy was really causing trouble.

But now Gin is also confused. This man is neither as willful and naive as the detective, nor as mysterious and dangerous as Bourbon. Instead, he is unpredictable and lives towards death. Is he a new personality?

He looked over scrutinizingly.

Vodka was still there, shouting in horror: "Brother, Bo——"

Thinking that the code name members still had some dignity, he quickly changed the subject and said, "Amuro Toru hanged himself."

Gin: "..."

I saw it, no need for you to remind me!

At this time, the blond young man was hanging on a tall fir tree, the trunk of which was more than two meters above the ground. No one knew how he hung himself so high. The doctors, nurses and security guards below could not reach the soles of his feet even if they jumped up.

Gin's dark green eyes were extremely cold. He put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and a dangerous aura spread unscrupulously around him, as if he could pull out a gun at any time and shoot everyone around him indiscriminately.

He stared at the man hanging on the tree. The guy looked extremely peaceful, with even a slight curl at the corner of his mouth. Just looking at him made one feel the joy of being eager to die.

Gin:?!

So, is it really a new personality?

Or has this guy finally lost his mind completely?

He shot the rope and the young man fell straight to the ground.

"Save him, or you will die." Gin threatened in a low and cold voice.

All the people here combined are not as valuable as this guy, so I wouldn't feel bad if they all died.

The people around them trembled subconsciously. A surgeon with 'Masato Aoki' written on his name tag walked out of the crowd with a pale face. With a tragic momentum, he walked towards the young man lying silently on the ground with his assistant.

After he learned that the man had been hanging for more than ten minutes, he gave up all hope of survival.

But accidents always come unexpectedly.

Before they could go forward, the young man in hospital gown suddenly opened his eyes as if he had come back to life, startling the two of them.

Furuya Rei sat up, puffed out his cheeks, rubbed his neck unhappily, and muttered hoarsely, "Damn it! I've been hanging on a tree for fifteen minutes and nothing happened. This isn't normal."

He couldn't help but look up at the fifteen-story hospital, and he made no secret of his eagerness to try.