Model worker and his little darling

Finding the gin in the corner, Hirakiyo took the glass from his hand and drank from it.

Gin raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here? Didn't you say you were being coerced into handling a big case?"

Leaning on Gin's shoulder, Taira blinked. "Yeah, I'm so tired after running around all day. I almost got blown up by a bomb."

Gin glanced at Hirakiyo; the one who got blown away was probably the one who had coerced him.

Then Pingqing changed the subject, "Most importantly, someone told me that you're drinking alone here all by yourself."

Thinking of Vermouth who had just appeared here, and hearing Pingqing's light laughter in his ear, Gin's face darkened. What the hell was going on?

Ping Qing's eyes flickered as he looked at the two people who had just entered, forgetting that there was still a problem to deal with.

As time slowly passed, the smell of alcohol on the two of them became much stronger.

Back home, seeing Heikiri leaning against him, Gin smiled and pinched Heikiri's face.

The next second, Ping Qing pressed her against the wall, and her wrist was tightly gripped.

The gaze of the person before him was too intense, and Gin's eyes darkened. "What's wrong?"

"Gin, are you scared?"

What am I afraid of?

"A person who shouldn't have appeared appears in your life, and ultimately falls into the abyss."

Upon hearing this, Gin's expression turned cold. He grabbed Hirakiyo's chin forcefully and bit his lip. "Is it too late to say you're scared now?"

The moonlight was like water, and the stars filled the sky, casting long, long shadows of the two people.

Suddenly, a short knife appeared in Pingqing's hand, and he slashed his wrist hard, causing blood to gush out.

Gin was startled by Hirai's actions. "Are you crazy?" he said, reaching out to snatch the knife away, but Hirai was holding on too tightly.

However, Pingqing calmly said, "Look."

Pingqing's wound healed quickly and soon returned to normal, with only residual bloodstains indicating what had just happened.

Seeing Hirai's pupils gradually turn red, Gin's heart tightened, but his expression remained calm. "It's just that his healing ability is a little stronger than that of an ordinary person."

Pingqing's abilities are becoming increasingly terrifying; it's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Ever since Pingqing woke up, he had vaguely sensed that something was off about Pingqing. Pingqing had only said that there were some things he needed to confirm, but he hadn't asked him anything.

Gin's current state suggests he's been through something. Is it because of the case he's dealing with? Or because of the person who coerced him into taking his place? A multitude of thoughts raced through his mind, but Gin remained still, simply watching Taira intently.

"Gin."

He stared intently at Gin, a bright smile on his face, and gently stroked Gin's cheek before slowly sliding his hand down until he completely gripped Gin's neck.

Gin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he made no other movements. He simply watched Hirakiyo quietly, letting Hirakiyo control his vital organs.

"I will lose control, I will hurt you, I will..."

Seeing that Hirai's mental state was becoming increasingly unstable and the force in his hands was gradually increasing, Gin could only slowly say, "You won't! You'll only hurt yourself like you are now."

"Gin!"

"Would you be willing to go to death with me?"

The tone is decisive.

No hesitation, no hesitation.

"Of course!"

Gin stared directly into Heikichi's eyes, his gaze deep, a smile playing on his lips. Then he took Heikichi's hand and placed it against his heart, whispering maniacal words in Heikichi's ear.

"The bullet will pierce my chest, and at that moment, we will be together forever!"

Pingqing bit his lip hard, pulled his hand away from Gin's, took two steps back, and the short sword he had been holding fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Seeing that Taira was about to collapse to the ground, Gin pulled him into his arms and found that Taira had already fainted.

Gin sighed, carried the person back to the room, and wiped the bloodstains off his hands.

The next day.

Pingqing slowly opened his eyes, his previously confused gaze gradually clearing. His gaze slowly moved, finally settling on his wrist. Gin's hand was tightly gripping his wrist, and he was completely encircled in Gin's arms.

Listening to the steady breathing of the person behind him, Pingqing gently pried Gin's hand away. Staring blankly at his wrist, the events of last night flashed through his mind, and his lips twitched. He really... has a serious illness.

"Awake? How are you feeling?"

Meeting Gin's worried gaze, Taira shook his head, leaned against Gin, and said with a grin, "I'm fine. You know, it's just intermittent psychosis."

Gin:......

It's been a long time since I've heard Hirakiyo use this excuse.

He reached out and ruffled Pingqing's hair. "When will you have your next attack?"

"Well, I don't know either."

Faced with Gin's deep gaze, Hirai blinked helplessly and leaned in to kiss Gin on the lips.

"Ok?"

Hearing Gin's displeased voice, Taira Kiyoshi decided to play dead, "Gin-chan~"