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

It was already dark when Rei Furuya returned to the safe house.

In this relatively safe private space, all his fatigue was swept away, and his personality that was previously covered by the worrywart persona slowly resurfaced.

He opened the curtains and stood in front of the window, looking at his reflection in the glass, holding a cup of coffee and drinking it slowly.

hum-

The phone vibrated.

He ignored it until he had finished most of his cup of coffee, then he closed the curtains, walked to the table and picked up his phone.

[It has been confirmed that Aquavit has been captured by the freelance mercenary Midorikawa Saku and has boarded a plane leaving Japan. Four tickets were purchased under different identities, and the destination is unknown. Tennessee, I need your intelligence network. Time is money.]

——Rum]

After reading the email, Fūya Rei pulled the corners of his mouth and gave a fake smile.

Rum, do you want to see what you sent?

If you let my intelligence network take action, you might not even be able to catch a glimpse of Midorikawa Saku's back in your lifetime.

[Rum, are you ordering me?

—Tennessee]

He sent Rum an email back and left him alone.

It just so happens that No. 7 also sent an email. Didn’t they just break up? Did something happen?

Fūya Rei opened the email in confusion, his pupils trembled at the first glance, and then he tried hard to hold back his laughter, but when he couldn't hold it back, he laughed out loud, his expression full of gloating.

[Sir, when I was sending you back, I saw the Koban police rushing outside the villa and arresting Officer Hagiwara. — Number 7.]

Ha, Hagiwara, ever since you chased a truck in the police academy, I knew this day would come for you.

It turned out to be a failure.

He laughed for a long time before reluctantly taking his eyes off the email.

The boss hasn’t replied to the email yet, but it doesn’t matter, he has plenty of time to wait.

Fūya Ling put down his phone, picked up his computer and started working, and sent a report on today's events to the police.

Time slowly came to two in the morning.

Fūya Rei stopped typing, stretched his wrists and closed the computer.

It's time to go to bed.

He walked towards the tatami, rubbed his temples in a daze, and casually put on the coat beside him.

It seems like I forgot to do something.

A smile of amusement appeared in his purplish-gray eyes. He turned up the collar of his windbreaker and disappeared into the night, stepping on the cold wind and fallen leaves.

It was half past three and it was pitch black.

Cupido Town.

In an apartment in a busy city, Gin, who had been busy for a long time, was sleeping.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock——

Gin opened his eyes suddenly, picked up the Beretta beside his pillow, and quietly stood up. His movements were silent, like the agility of a large cat.

In the darkness, his figure was shadowy, his steps were carefree and elegant, his expression was filled with bloodthirsty desire, and his eyes, which were usually extremely cold, almost shrunk into a vertical slit, focused and excited, like a cluster of cold fire burning in the dark forest, giving people a sense of deterrence and terror of the impending hunt.

When he reached the entrance, he waited patiently for a while.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock——

The abnormality outside seems to still be there.

He walked forward and suddenly opened the door, pointing the gun at the outside. A ray of light from the dim light in the distance cast a high shadow on him, extending straight towards his shadow.

Gin raised his head slowly with a stiff face, and saw the man hanging at his door.

I saw a blond, dark-skinned young man wearing a black windbreaker hanging from the beam with his feet dangling in the air and a hemp rope around his neck. Water was dripping from his body. His face and expression could not be seen clearly in the night, but his posture was like a dehydrated fish.

Gin's pupils trembled and the hand holding the gun shook.

"Tennessee!"

Gin's mind went blank for a moment, he took out a blade from his pocket and swung it out, just in time to cut the hemp rope that was used to hang the young man. The blond man fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ouch, that hurts." Fūya Ling sat up with a frown on his face. Just as he was about to complain, Beretta hit him on the forehead.

"What are you doing!"

Gin's face turned ashen, and he squeezed out an angry word from between his teeth, poking him on the forehead with every word he said.

Feeling the pain, Furuya Rei slowly tilted his head back, lazily supporting himself with his arms. With a complaining expression, he said unhappily, "Don't you think it's rude to disturb someone committing suicide?"

"If you want to die, die far away." Gin's forehead veins popped out, and his tone became angry. "You actually came to the door of my safe house and hanged yourself!"

Fortunately, it was early in the morning and there were not many people around. If it was during the day or when there were many people——

The thought of the police surrounding his safe house, investigating a murder, and accidentally discovering contraband inside...

Thinking of this scene, Gin felt suffocated and wished he could shoot this scourge to death.

"Hey, I don't want to." Furuya Rei got up from the ground nimbly, patted the dirt off his body perfunctorily, and walked towards Gin's safe house slowly with light steps.

Gin narrowed his eyes and stared at his back with a very cold look, but he didn't chase him out in the end.

After Furuya Rei walked in, he suddenly turned around and said to Gin seriously, "Well, now that things have come to this, I won't hide it from you anymore."

Gin's expression didn't change, but his stance became more serious.

He listened patiently, only to see Furuya Ling say seriously, "Actually, I'm not committing suicide. I'm practicing hanging as a health method. It's very effective for stiff shoulders."

Gin, who thought he had something important to say, couldn't help but widen his eyes and became furious.

The low pressure around him enveloped his entire body, his face was as cold as ice, and his dark green eyes seemed to be filled with a storm.

Gin took off his windbreaker and, grinning, pinned down Rei Furiya and beat him up.

Half an hour later, the lights in the safe house came on.

Gin, with a cigarette in his mouth, looked refreshed. He took out four bottles of pure alcohol and some small ingredients from the wine cabinet, and quickly made himself a Long Island Iced Tea.

Furiya Rei lay half-dead on the sofa, weakly raising his hand and shouting, "Gin-kun, give me a cocktail with dish soap in it, thank you."

Gin took a sip of his wine glass comfortably, then said in a low and cold voice, "No."

"Then give me a bourbon spiked with tetrodotoxin."

"No."

"What about Tennessee whiskey spiked with cyanide?"

Gin's hand holding the wine glass was faintly blue: "No."

"If not, then give me a glass of Camus Brandy spiked with potassium cyanide..."

boom--

A gunshot rang out on the sofa. Fūya Rei carefully poked his head out, sighed, and complained in a drawn-out tone, "If there's nothing, then there's nothing. Why are you shooting out of anger?"

Gin held the gun, trying hard to control his emotions. He put the gun away and asked expressionlessly, "When did you know I was in this safe house?"

Furuya Rei raised the corner of his mouth: "At the beginning."

He was clearly smiling, but he gave people a subtly offended feeling, as if he saw through everything and felt bored and annoyed.