Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

"... array."

Qian Mu looked at the green pupil who was looking down, his eyes were full of helplessness.

He tried his best to smooth things over in the Internet cafe, so that Sharon, who was trembling with anger, let Bourbon go.

As it should be, it was not coaxed well.Sharon was terribly frightened by Agu's earth-shattering howl, as long as she could persist in not fainting, she would hold on to him tightly, and it was impossible for him to get away with it.

In a sense, this "disaster", which can be regarded as the biggest crisis of the Black Organization, started from that moment.

What Belmode wanted was not an "explanation."

She knew almost everything about Yuan Qianmu: his terminal illness, the fact that he had indeed [died] once, his character of hiding certain "small things that are still important but don't need to be known by others"—and , after being exposed, she will definitely have the habit of carefully looking for something in her eyes.

This cunning and timid child will feel guilty and comfort her with gentle words after being silent, but it will be the same next time, the only difference is that he will do it more secretly to ensure that he will not be discovered again.

Therefore, Belmode doesn't need to explain, and there will be no emotions in her eyes other than distress and pity, but she must want the truth.

She must know what happened to him.

Has he recovered from his illness?Does he hurt?Is he injured?he……

Will you still leave her?

You can't think about the last question, women don't want to touch it at all, this is the thorn in her heart, if you touch it lightly, it will bleed.

She deliberately controlled herself not to think about it, as if it didn't exist if she didn't want to, but——Agu suddenly told her that there was something wrong with Ayuan's body, and the situation was very urgent.

It can be imagined that at that moment, Belmode's vision suddenly darkened, and he almost collapsed amidst the deafening crackling sound.

Her world was actually fragmented and put together with difficulty. It seemed stable and solid, but in fact it couldn't stand any twists and turns as heavy as a feather.

Staggering into the Internet cafe, Belmode actually didn't pay much attention to Bourbon. She saw all the good things Bourbon did, but those are not the most important things at least for now.

"Will you still leave? Will you disappear?"

Her beautiful bright red nails dug deep into the flesh of the red-haired man's arm. For the first time in more than ten years, she didn't notice that she had hurt him, because she was holding on to her last straw.

"Who wants to take you away? Haven't I caught you yet? No, I must..." Belmode repeated stubbornly, "You know, I can't lose you again."

"Catch it, you've caught me."

The man hugged her tightly, a complex expression appeared in his red eyes, guilt flashed, and he turned into helplessness that he could not escape. After all, he accepted his fate: "I am really back, and I will never leave again. So Don't be afraid, no matter what, I'm always by your side, isn't it?"

"Yes, but...you are also a cunning and disobedient child."

"...I can't refute it. Then, I will confess everything you want to know." The man said, "Change to another place. You don't have to just let me tell you. You can witness it with your own eyes. Well, let me tell you something. I promised not to let him worry... Well, it's still a bit late, I probably have been worried for a while, sorry, ah."

So, the silver-haired man who had been worried for two hours, one minute and 28 seconds came here.

From Gin's unbiased gaze, the strength with which he held his left shoulder, and the hand that refused to let go when he was called his name, Qian Mu deeply understood that the situation at this moment is more exciting than Sharon's. BOSS has a headache.

The woman's bottom line seems to be tough and uncompromising, but as long as his expression and eyes are a little more pitiful, and he looks at her for a longer time, the defense line made of foam in her heart will collapse instantly, and it is only a matter of time before she retreats eight hundred miles.

Usually reticent, more nonsense is worse than doing more things, but I don't like this.

This man basically can't bear anyone, anyone who offends him (except for the BOSS's relationship and brandy) is dead, and he has a very high tolerance limit for the only indulged object who enjoys privileges, but the type who will fight back ferociously if he endures the bottom line .

Of course, the "fierce" here refers to the fierceness compared before and after. No matter how angry Gin is, he will not really do anything to the wayward boss, and he will not show any disrespect in words.

He just doesn't listen to the boss anymore.

Moreover, no matter whether the boss himself is willing or not, no matter how helpless and pitiful his eyes are, he will turn a blind eye and help him take off his shirt directly.

As soon as Belmode entered the room, he turned on the air conditioner, and the dry and cold temperature in the room quickly rose. Qianmu took off his coat by himself, and when the woman pushed him to the edge of the bed and sat down, he only had a shirt on his body.

He tidied up in a hurry at the Internet cafe, and before he had time to tie his long hair back, it fell loose like a slightly undulating red wave, and the shirt that was close to him was a snow-white sandy shore.

Ignoring the BOSS's "Array..." which was like a discussion, Gin's fingers brushed against the red-haired man's shoulder line, dropped a few centimeters, and seemed to go straight to the top button of the shirt.

But when he was about to touch it, he suddenly stopped, his fingertips retreated, and under Belmode's instinctively sharp stare, he twisted a strand of red hair hanging around the neck of the BOSS.

"..." Qianmu's gaze also fell on the lock of hair in Gin's hand.

It has to be said that when he discovered that extremely inconspicuous detail, he showed an almost embarrassed expression for a moment.

Belmode's eyes became sharper immediately.

Although she was a step late, and could even be said to have been "reminded" by the most annoying man to notice, she, who was sitting on Qianmu's right hand side, immediately stood up and snatched the hair from Gin's hand without politeness.

Holding the hair between her palms and looking down, the woman also noticed that the color of this strand of hair was slightly different from other parts near the end of the hair. Pressing it with her thumb, she could vaguely feel a little dryness.

The long dark red hair was stained with reddish black blood, which was almost invisible because the two were similar in color.

"........."

What else can the BOSS who was caught on the spot by negligence not deal with cleanly be able to say.

He could only make a strong note to Jiang Gu Ling, and silently said that this matter is endless, and then grabbed her hand before Belmode's dizziness broke out: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm fine."

The two people on the left and the right may both suffer from the BOSS vomiting blood PTSD, but when they find a little blood, they can instantly think of the weak man sitting on the roof of the building three years ago, leaning against the wall covered in blood.

Qian Mu knew very well that even saying a hundred sentences of vomiting blood is nothing at this time, words like "it's okay" are also pale.

Sharon and Zhen won't believe it, they will stick to themselves to confirm.In order to get a definite answer, even if the facts revealed step by step are unacceptable, they will not stop.

Even so... What I see now is only blood, and the two of them are dead silent like statues that are about to crack. I didn't see the most serious part directly, and the reaction at that time will be fine.

"... Sigh." Qian Mu sighed softly, "Jun, take off your clothes... This is too strange to say, put the top at the end, help me take off the gloves first."

"Yes."

Gin finished answering, but didn't rush into the most urgent step.

The silver-haired man walked away for a minute, and when he came back, he brought a wet handkerchief.

Belmode woke up like a dream, without Gin speaking, she cut through the wet kerchief directly, and wiped off the dried blood soaked in Qianmu's red hair with a force that would not hurt the fragile hair but seemed extraordinarily heavy.

Gin didn't care about Belmode's behavior, as long as the unsightly blood stains completely disappeared from the boss, he had more important things to do, and Belmode was destined to be unable to compete with him for this matter.

"BOSS, please give me your left hand."

Qian Mu raised his left arm obediently as if he had given up on fighting with them—the next moment proved that even if the wayward boss was caught in the dead center, he had no choice but to cooperate, and he would not be completely obedient in the process .

The hand wrapped in the glove passed over the hovering palm of the silver-haired man, and when he bowed his head, he picked up the black top hat that hung down with him.

"It almost fell off, be careful." Qian Mu put Gin's hat beside him, and turned to smile at the man.

Gin expressed his gratitude as usual, and did not comment on whether this interruption was considered a delay of time.

The left hand of the BOSS will eventually be held by him with one hand.

As soon as the glove was pulled, it fell silently to the ground.

Landing was his mistake. Under normal circumstances, Gin would apologize immediately, and then bent down to pick up the glove. If there was a one-thousandth chance of stepping on it, his reaction would be a little slower, and Belmode would stretch out his hand in dissatisfaction.

The fact is, the two people who were supposed to make a move stopped at the same time, and a needle could be heard in the room.

Sufficient heating can't drive away the sudden chill all over the body.

Belmode originally had a lot of opinions on Gin's aggressiveness. Just the rudeness of his hands made her displeased. This man whose hands are almost only used for killing people is a little bit careful, and he can really do important things well. Sexual incomparable confirmation work?Don't taint the unpleasant smell of blood on Qian Mu who hates the smell of blood.

She was full of irritability and felt that she should let herself come.

However, after seeing the whole picture under Qianmu's glove, Belmod painfully realized that he was suffocated like being strangled by the neck. Only Gin could do this, she... can't do it at all.

As if the strands of flesh and blood were frozen through, she could clearly feel that her heart was being frosted layer by layer, as if she was alive and falling into death.

She is about to go crazy just by looking at it. Even if she can't find the target, she still wants to tear up all the threats identified by her subconscious mind. How can she continue calmly like this?

Belmode didn't make a sound.

Although it was extremely hard to endure, she let go of the red-haired man's hand, clenched her fists and pinched her knuckles into her flesh until the knuckles turned white, and her beautiful face was distorted, but she finally endured it.

Qian Mu hid his pain and didn't want to tell her, because he was worried that she would lose control of the pain, so she wouldn't let him worry.What's more, this is just the beginning, in order to see everything behind, she will endure it.

"..."

Qian Mu wanted to say something, but in the end he just closed his eyes and suppressed his sigh.

Now that things have happened, he feels distressed but respects their stubbornness, and doesn't intend to resist any more.

He had no chance to resist, he was surrounded by two high-risk and explosive bombs.

Although there was a bomb that seemed so rational that it was almost ruthless, but at this moment, his danger was far more dangerous than Belmode.

The freedom-loving habitual offender BOSS suddenly stood in front of Gin, as if he was worried that he would be bitten by the silver wolf on the back of his neck with a turbulent aura.

On the surface, Gin only said in a voice that seemed deeper than usual after a long silence: "Boss, in order to confirm your injury in detail, please allow me to touch you."

"...You." Qian Mu was helpless.

BOSS has already summed up the rules.

The angrier Gin is, the more respectful he is with his words, but the more aggressive his actions are in the opposite direction.As it is now, the request was actually just a notification, and before the silver-haired man could speak, he pressed his hand to a crack on the back of his hand.

The BOSS, who is definitely self-inflicted...has no objection to this. All he has is: "Zhen, do you really have to talk to me like this?"

"..."

Gin seems to have listened, because he didn't apologize respectfully and added a sentence of "don't dare", but directly - he didn't answer the complaining BOSS. Silence speaks louder at this time.

The silver-haired man who returned to silence lowered his eyes again, all his attention was focused on the hand in front of him.

Belmode's judgment that Gin didn't take good care of the boss was basically a malicious speculation full of private goods. Gin proved with his actual actions that sometimes he can be more careful than her when dealing with the boss's physical problems.

Not to mention the rude way of the forgotten Bourbon who reached out and fumbled when he came up, he was not on the same level as Gin, it was a far cry from heaven.

The reason for the cracks, everyone's judgment at a glance is the same.

Gin avoided those long and messy cracks on the back of his hand, first hooked the red-haired man's fingertips, lifted one finger a little, and visually measured the width and depth of the slightly thinner marks. When he was about to put it down, he pressed his nails again, letting Bend the knuckles sandwiched between your thumb and index finger, and observe whether the cracks on the surface are deformed and cause pain.

Qian Mu thought he would ask him if he was in pain, but after waiting for a while, the silver-haired man remained silent, and their eyes met unexpectedly.His green pupils, as if covered with frost, were dim and gloomy, and without words, he searched openly in his dark red eyes.

...Okay, now I don't even believe what he said, and I am determined to rely on my own observations to draw conclusions.

Qian Mu pondered for two seconds why he was reduced to this point, and the answer he came up with made him speechless, so he simply dismissed it as non-existent.

Gin roughly confirmed from his eyes and expression that a small bending touch would not cause pain, so he entered the next step, which was so tedious that he hardly seemed like he would do it.

Turning to the more ferocious traces, the killer's callused fingertips slid across the surface of the cracks, including the palm, the gap between the five fingers, the wrist and the elbow above the wrist, and the ring on the end of the thumb was temporarily taken off, every corner is thin Check it out carefully.

His movements were indeed very light, so light that it seemed that he was not using any strength. Compared with checking and confirming, this was more like a stroking treatment that only cherished objects can enjoy.

If the BOSS wants to ease the atmosphere, you can make a joke at this time: You are too careful, are you so meticulous in the daily maintenance of your favorite Beretta?

However, considering the silver-haired man's unsettled state of mind under his stern appearance, joking is obviously inappropriate.

Qian Mu closed his eyes again, his voice and expression restrained.

The three people in the room fell into silence and had different thoughts, and had to let the depression pervade.

——Until a long while later, a slightly strange sound sounded.

"Array, are you...?"

The sleeves covering the elbows were rolled up earlier, but Gin's fingertips kept sliding between the elbows that were supposed to be clean. If you want to confirm something, you should have already confirmed it, and there is nothing else to look at, Qianmu It never occurred to me what he was doing.

It doesn't mean to be impatient, it's just——his unfazed expression remained unchanged, but at a certain moment, the arm held by Gin's wrist tensed unnaturally.

When Gin raised his eyes, his expression was more natural than his. His index finger was still pointing at a crack that ran through the palm lines and stretched obliquely to the front of the elbow. From the depression in the palm, it slid along the track to the end of the elbow. At the final stop, the fingertips moved together. The blue-purple veins that are clearly visible on the skin surface: "Does it make you feel uncomfortable?"

"?!"

Belmode drew his gun without blinking: "Gin!!!"

"No, it really doesn't hurt. The explosion is already very gentle." Qian Mu reacted quickly and stopped an explosion around him in time.

That being said, he was also [-]% sure that the extremely dissatisfied man in front of him did it on purpose.

Gin looked at him neither humble nor humble.

Qian Mu smiled and looked at him for ten seconds.

If he really wants to fight to the end, Gin is definitely not his opponent... But, that's all, the wronged BOSS chooses to admit defeat.

"...Okay." Qian Mu blinked, revealing his innocence, "It doesn't hurt, but it's a little itchy."

"The local perception has not diminished." Gin confirmed the last thing he wanted to know and stopped. "The reason for the inability to heal is unknown. Currently, no strenuous exercise, no intentional collision and tearing, physical activities will not be affected."

After a long pause for no reason, the man continued: "Boss, please go to the hospital for another checkup afterward, and I will urge the medical staff to prepare you with medicines to promote wound healing."

"Have you forgotten what I do?" Qianmu reminded, "Physical examination center, I opened it, and the targeted leukemia drug was developed by Agu and Digimon."

"The institute has recruited a lot of newcomers in the past two years." Bermoder interrupted suddenly, his tense voice was extraordinarily rapid, as if he was not only trying to persuade Qian Mu, but also convincing and comforting himself, "They are still useful, they are all in The top experts in their respective fields, although not as talented as Shirley... even if there is only a little bit, it must be useful, right? Huh?"

It was rare for Gin to fully agree with Belmode's words, but a certain name in the words made the man's already obscure and gloomy heart feel a bit more cold.

Under the earnest gaze of the woman and the deep gaze of the man, Qian Mu smiled and shook his head.

He didn't explain.

The left hand that had regained freedom pressed lightly in front of him, and he put it down without hesitation for too long: "You will understand after reading it."

Being implicated by stupid police dogs and losing innocence all over the world is different from confessing to your family who loves you. Qianmu is at most subtle for a few seconds. He is afraid that he will be picked up again by Akai Shuichi and Shiho later, okay? , the villa where the police dogs gather together may not be able to escape.

Regardless of whether it is a coincidence, voluntary or helpless...

After all, he has come to this step, revealing the "past" that he personally experienced, bit by bit.

Gin did what he said, and took off his clothes for the boss.

The sleeve that was rolled up earlier got stuck at the elbow, and it was too tight to push it up, so Gin didn't move any more.

Both he and Belmode thought the crack was only in the left arm.

Even if they think that it is very likely that there will be more than that, they must insist on thinking like this: the most, and the most guaranteed to prevent them from collapsing and losing control, can only be this arm.

But the eyes clearly saw the "truth".

Since none of them would choose to escape by chance, at this moment, the two accepted the reality as quickly as possible. It was hard for others to understand how sober they were.

Except for the crack extending from the shoulder and elbow that also covered the left upper body, the red-haired man's body was as healthy as he emphasized, well-proportioned and powerful, with clear but not exaggerated muscles.

All the cracks in the body are now in sight.

all here?

No.

Gin and Belmode clearly realized that these were only what they could see, and the countless cracks that they couldn't see were still there, but they were embedded deep in the flesh and bones of the man whose heart was still beating.

They destroyed him and put him back together—they disappeared and were everywhere.

"........."

"why……"

Every time the crack was extended, the woman's face would turn paler. At the end of seeing everything clearly, her body that could not sit still was shaking, and the overwhelming grief that she forcibly endured finally broke down the embankment.

"why why!!!"

Belmode's sharp and harsh questioning did not know who he was asking.

She was torn apart by the void where she couldn't find the target, and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't want to grab the gun and rushed out, but she was hugged tightly by the red-haired man. Although the fierce struggle that should have been fierce stopped abruptly in the warm embrace, His whole body couldn't stop shaking.

"It's not his fault."

It was his voluntary choice to replace Matsuda Jinpei.

"Meeting you guys and getting to know them, I have no regrets."

I haven't regretted it until now, and I don't think I will in the future.

... Well, he regretted it when he was harmed by Jiangu Zero, but what else could he do other than make Police Officer Jianggu work for him with tears streaming down his face for the rest of his life.

"Although this choice is not as good as plain sailing, it is not that bad. For me, it can even be said to be the best path."

Qian Mu spoke calmly, as if what he was mentioning was the suffering of others.

If the crack is found, forget it.

The time he walked step by step among the thorns was as long as an ordinary person's lifetime-only this one, he would never let anyone know.

"I'm very happy with the end result, so the price left over is that it looks scary and doesn't really matter."

"—These traces are the price."

The silver-haired man who was far more silent than before suddenly spoke.

Qian Mu did not hesitate to make eye contact with him: "Yes, it is the price for coming back."

The silver wolf who released the violent killing intent said every word: "I will pay for everything that hurts you."

"Well... for revenge, I almost returned it myself. In fact, it can be regarded as self-inflicted. If I want to get something, I just have to pay a little price. It's fair—probably because of this, I can't help but do it. Lots of things you shouldn't do."

"Sorry, Zhen." Qian Mu lightly curled the corners of his lips, "Your boss is more willful than you thought."

"........."

The line of Gin's tightly pursed lips was stiff and straight, and the anger that burned his reason and the helplessness born in his heart went hand in hand, creating an indescribable sense of absurdity.

He underestimated the waywardness of the BOSS, he is very clear now.

— Do you regret it?There is such a troublesome boss that cannot be thrown away.

The red eyes of the BOSS looking over seemed to be asking.

The silver-haired man tightly gripped the stormy waves into his fists, and he looked back silently, with a question in his eyes.

——Do you really not care?It is not impossible to cross the bottom line and be backlashed by loyal wolf dogs.

So, the boss who didn't need to answer at all laughed.

I don't care, I might have been on guard a long time ago, but later——a day long ago compared to now, it doesn't matter at all.

By the way, his very annoying character is, in the final analysis, a result of the two people around him getting used to it together.

Boss is very confident that he is the "bottom line" for Gin and Belmode.

——He is also very self-aware of the point that he will be punished if he becomes unbearably angry.

"……sorry."

"..."

"..."

The woman hugging him back with tears and the man standing aside with hands down didn't speak.

"If you want to teach me a lesson, you can do whatever you want." The tone of the boss gradually dropped.

The two still didn't speak, but the woman's arms tightened involuntarily, and the man's terribly cold face relaxed about one percent.

"...I was wrong."

"........."

The first one who couldn't stand it was Belmode.

The woman killed the curly-haired and black-skinned people thousands of times in the blood-flowing inner world, and she still hasn't let go of it, and it should be said that she will never let it go, but every word Qian Mu said has become a part of her heart. The knife in his heart, he is sad, more unbearable than her own pain.

I can't hold on anymore.

Belmode is about to be completely defeated under the soft offensive of the BOSS——

"BOSS."

Gin hasn't compromised yet.

Even in the unspeakable hatred and anger, his mind was still clear, and he grasped the important point that the dizzy woman had forgotten: "Have you fully recovered from your illness?"

The boss's smile freezes: "..."

Belmode: "...?"

The blond woman raised her head slowly, and stared into his still-unflustered eyes from a very close distance: "Boss, I also want to ask, is it really healed?"

The boss remained calm.

"Well, it can be said that he is cured—"

The expressions of the two were relaxed.

"80.00%? Ninety? Hey, about 90.00% five..."

"Brother Gin, Ms. Sharon, don't listen to Ah Yuan's nonsense! Before yesterday, there was barely 80.00%, and this morning, you can directly cut your life by half a month, okay?"

"........."

"A Gu!"

"I don't care if I don't listen I'm leaving blah blah blah—"

Agu, who was waiting for an opportunity, ran away immediately after cheating Ayuan, and ran to report what he messed up with Brother Xiu with a guilty conscience. Anyway, Ayuan will have time to settle accounts with him after he gets rid of the sanctions of those two.

"..."

"I can explain, really." Boss said.

But it didn't work.

In the past, there was a black-clothed organization boss who was vomited blood by an undercover worker who paid him two wages. Now the boss is mad and dotes on his left arm and pampers his right arm like he doesn't want money.

"Honey...you said it yourself, you can teach you whatever you want, right?"

Mothers who dote on their children unconditionally also have times when their blood bleeds back.

"I'm not qualified to teach you a lesson."

But he is obviously very qualified to remind the boss to pay attention to his physical condition.

"........."

"...Uh, uh, anything is fine."