Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

BOSS has become much more lively.

After walking together in private for less than half a day, Gin had a deep understanding of this change.

It may be very strange to describe him as "lively". After all, his identity is heavy here, and the real age that no one knows can only be based on "vicissitudes". It is a miracle that he can still maintain a relatively young mentality.

But the fact is that he is really happy, and the slight change in behavior pattern is the result of something finally settled.

Gin smelled "danger".

The BOSS directly opened his mouth to express what he wanted to do, and he would not object unless it touched the bottom line of safety, but the BOSS abandoned the straightforwardness and suddenly began to retreat, gradually softening his attitude, and he would still agree after a long silence.

The result is the same, but the difference is huge.

The latter symbolizes that his bottom line will drop again and again, and a certain principle that he does not want to give up for the time being will also be affected, and the boss may soon get his wish.

This is indeed a no-holds-barred game.

The red-haired man used Yangmou, he was frank and frank, and didn't mind Gin finding out what he was thinking.

Completely crowning the identity of "family" will not make their already closest relationship more intimate, it is more like a formality-but the man doesn't think so, he is almost paranoid to cover every part of his fetters. Chapter branding, as if this would hold their ownership firmly in their hands.

This kind of paranoia also has a name called possessiveness. Gin obviously understands it very well, because he also has the same desire, and it is not weaker than the boss's persistence.

When the silver-haired man was dragged out of the office half-forced and half helplessly, he was still making absolute calm balances under a calm face that seemed to be submissive.

Different from unilateral allegiance, after rising to the level of complete heart-to-heart, when he imprints the brand of his loved ones on him, he is destined to be backlashed.

For imprints are necessarily mutual, and when he declares them to be his, he also belongs to them.

Leaving aside the identities of BOSS and second in command, both of them are powerful beasts. Gin needs to carefully test and repeatedly confirm whether the existence more important than his own life is ready to be branded by him. will adversely affect him.

—What the red-haired man is doing these days is impatiently chopping off the steps of probing and confirming.

He is telling him in his own way that he has been prepared for a long time, and he has found a playground where he can maintain his nature.

He just needs to trust him.

Of course Gin believed him.

Although he didn't say it out loud, and the expression on his face remained unchanged, he was extremely curious about today's "vacation".

And, occasionally, an idea that would never have occurred.

Gin didn't care about his game ID, but no one noticed that when he was playing with him, he took an extra look at the ID of the opposite party.

An eyesore.The crime of disrespect to the BOSS will be increased by one class.

But after careful observation, there is still a trace of aptness.

The "appropriateness" here refers to some changed behavioral characteristics, and the boss himself has nothing to do with weak cats.

That's right, it's the self-willed part that interrupts other people's work as much as you like.

The silver-haired man's eyes fell on the top of the boss's fluffy hair without a trace, and the thought of "disrespect" flashed in his heart.

From this, he discovered that the red-haired man had won more than half of the game just at the beginning, and he had silently accepted the change of identity, adapting faster than he predicted.

Then you can skip the step of pleading guilty.

"hair."

When Gin made a sound, his hand was already stretched out.

"It doesn't matter what you wear." Halfway through Qian Mu's words, the silver-haired man couldn't help but pick up the ends of his hair that touched the water, and tie it up with the silver ribbon prepared in advance.

His hair, which was already quite long, grew a lot after he slept. He thought it was troublesome, so he cut the long hair that was above his waist, and returned it to the length that was barely above his shoulders. Will dangle casually and hang into the water.

Qian Mu originally wanted to say don't worry about him, but to tie your own long hair first, and after lightening his gaze, he shook his head and stopped talking.

It's useless to ask him to tie his hair.

Given the length of his hair, it's not enough to tie it up, it has to be coiled up. Gin either doesn't care about it, or thinks it's stupid. In short, he doesn't care about these details, and the silver hair floating on the water is mostly wet.

Qian Mu didn't plan to persuade him anymore, just blow dry in time after he went out, and after recuperating for a period of time, his physical fitness is not a problem, so let him do as he pleases.

He only smiled indifferently when the silver-haired man's eyes fell on him without covering up and did not move away: "Don't worry, the bubble water has no effect, I'm used to it."

This is the first time that Qianmu and Gin have been alone together since Qianmu came back.

Obviously, they are taking a hot spring.

The hot springs in Nagano are also unique. After entering the winter, the vision is blocked by the flying snow. The colder the outside world, the more comfortable the feeling of being thawed by the hot water temperature for the stiff body. Years of fatigue and fatigue seem to melt with the falling snow.

With no uninvited disturbers, no bang bang bang bang, no two bloody and sweaty guys falling in to pollute the water quality, Qian Mu can finally enjoy the beauty of the hot spring purely.

It wasn't just that he was overworked and he needed a spa, but so did Jin, so it was only natural that they would come here.

It was snowing outside, so Qianmu chose the indoor hot spring.

He took off his shirt and soaked in the water. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but he seemed to be very concerned about his cracks - there must be no negative effects, and the discomfort of that little bit of warm water soaking into the depths of his flesh and blood was completely negligible.

The tray contained small cups floating on the surface of the light green water. Qianmu poured two glasses of wine, took one of them himself, and pushed the tray forward.

Gin raised his hand to hold it, and also took down a small cup. The dark brown plum wine filled two-thirds of it, and before he even got close to his mouth, he smelled the rich plum aroma, which seemed to be mixed with other fruit aromas.

"This is the wine I brewed myself. Drinking it in moderation is good for your health." Amidst the hazy white mist, the teasing hidden in Qian Mu's smile was not easy to be found, "I guess it must be painful for you to quit drinking. It’s not hard for you, just drink what I gave you in the future.”

"It's not painful, it's almost a success." Gin accepted the teasing from the BOSS, and the corners of his mouth slightly ticked off.

He drank the plum wine that he would never touch in the past slowly, yes, slowly.

He could drink it in one sip, and he savored it like a hard-won precious wine—even those wines that had been dusty for countless years could not get this treatment.

Low-alcohol fruit wine, for a man who is used to strong alcohol and has a lot of it, it is impossible to get drunk no matter how much he drinks, it is no different from fruit juice.

But as soon as Gin tasted it, he tasted the peculiarity of this wine.

The taste at the beginning is not exciting, like engulfing the storm that has just formed and then suddenly cleared, and compressing the huge waves that were shattered immediately after the sky, quiet but depressing. burst out everywhere.

It's more like a glass of spirits, with a mellowness that can only be soaked through several years of fermentation, which unexpectedly suits his taste.

What Gin immediately thought was that it is impossible for plum wine to have such a special taste.

Ordinary plum wine is even less likely to be preserved for many years without going bad.

He looked at the red-haired man, his slightly constricted green pupils seemed to want to see through him again.

But unfortunately, until now, he still can't see through.

"I've come up with my own unique recipe. How about it? I still like it." After speaking with a smile, Qian Mu didn't mention when the wine was brewed, and what kind of mood he took out until today.

Crash.

He sat a little closer, and placed his empty wine glass casually by the pool. His faint eyes and fingertips skipped the process of asking for opinions, and at the same time fell on the part of the silver-haired man's upper body that was not covered by his long hair.

Normally covered by a windbreaker, I didn't know until now that the two of them are really the same, and Gin's body is also full of scars.

It's just what you can see at a glance: there are slightly discordant new flesh growing after the bullet pierced through the arm, and some are like the scars formed by the healing of skin and flesh wounds. The color has faded because of the passage of time, but they are all over his past. The white skin is still particularly abrupt.

"Can you tell me their stories?" Qianmu's fingertips slid across a scar on the man's shoulder, his tone and expression were normal, but he didn't give him the choice to refuse.

Gin just said: "It's left behind a long time ago, it doesn't matter."

"Well, I can tell, it's not the injury we got after we met." Qian Mu said, "Because it's your past, I really want to know. Would you mind telling me, Zhen?"

Before Gin could express his opinion, he continued: "I prefer fair exchange, you can also ask me."

"It's all in the past, even if you bring it up again, you won't care. We are all like this. So, if I'm not polite to you, you don't have to be polite to me either."

Gentle and caring, advancing and retreating properly, it seems that "fairness" is carried out to the end, and no one will suffer.

However, at this point in the game, the boss can already declare a complete victory.

Is it just past experiences that are exchanged?

No, it's each other's marks.

The BOSS untied the dog's collar and shattered the indestructible chain. He didn't intend to use a free rope to bind him, but to replace it with a two-way, invisible bond.

Gin spent the shortest time in the same room with him, but he was the one who was forced to worry the most, the man knew.

Therefore, he told him plainly:

——You are extremely important to me, and I want you to get everything including freedom and happiness.

This man is greedier than anyone else, and he is unwilling to give up any side.

Gin knew he had lost when he realized that he couldn't blame him, or even feel annoyed.

"Array, it took too long to think about it."

BOSS leaned against the heated hot spring stone, his red eyes were soaked in water vapor, there was soft warmth inside, but also a confidence that others could not blame: "You have already figured out the answer, haven't you."

"..."

The unruly silver wolf sighed silently: "As you wish."

"These scars have a simple past."

Gin's past is equally easy to generalize.

He is an orphan raised by the organization. There are countless people like him who have been in the orphanage under the name of the organization since their consciousness. Some people will come to the orphanage regularly to pick out good seedlings suitable for cultivation and bring them to the headquarters for training.

Shirai Noboru was also training with him at the same time, and their ages were not a few years apart.

Kurosawa Jin, who doesn't remember faces, has a little impression of Shirai Noboru, but because this idiot is the most disobedient, he was thrown into the laboratory and used as a brainwashing experiment.

Not only Bai Jingsheng, but during the same period when he was indifferent, many people became experimental subjects. At that time, the high-level officials wanted to cultivate absolutely loyal and capable chess pieces, and carried out human experiments on a large scale. Far away, it seemed that the smell of blood would ooze out at any time.

Kurosawa Jin didn't care about the disappearing test subjects, what he really remembered was the brainwashing experiment.

He has never been against killing people since he was a child, and when the lingering blood splattered on his face, he would even feel the thrill of his soul trembling. He didn't mind being a knife in other people's hands at all, venting his madness until death.

But Kurosawa hates being controlled by any external force.

He doesn't want to be at the mercy of others, so he has to work harder

For this reason, Kurosawa Zhen didn't care how many injuries he had suffered. He struggled several times when he was on the verge of death. Self-righteous idiots dominate the high places.

He was very young when he got all these injuries, probably only 21 years old.

"I remember, when we first met, you were supposed to be 22 years old?"

"Ah."

"Sorry... I'm a little late."

"No, that's it, fine."

At the age of 22, Gin, who had just gotten his code name, finally couldn't stand it one day, and cut off the head of the idiot who had been ordering him to do death missions.

The blood gushed out like a column, and the stench sprayed all over him. Most of his face and half of his body were painted bright red, like a silver-haired young man who had been soaked in a pool of blood. His eyes were stern.

The scumbags surrounding him dared not meet his gaze, but any one of them could kill him in an instant with the push of the trigger.

He didn't want to die, and was forced into a desperate situation, and he was thinking about a way out calmly. The only way he could find was to kill those who surrounded him, be accused of being a traitor, and continue to kill everyone who chased him until Die by yourself.

However, just when the trapped beast was about to try its best to resist.

The blond woman appeared with suspicion and disgust, looked at him indifferently for a long time, and said a word to the bloody him.

——Gin, the boss wants to see you.

From the day the 22-year-old silver-haired youth met the 17-year-old red-haired youth, he was destined to pamper this wayward boss to the end.

He is the object he swore to protect, the friend and family who start with loyalty and end with sincerity.

whatever it is.

His boss is entitled to everything he wants.

"I got it."

The corners of Qianmu's mouth turned up slightly.

The deeply pampered object poured another glass of wine for his relatives and friends. The hot springs should not be soaked for too long, and calculating the time, it was enough for him to abide by the agreement of the exchange and talk about his own affairs.

Uh... what are you talking about?

Qianmu leaned back, and the swaying hair inevitably touched the surface of the water. When he lifted it up again, the splashed drops of water rolled down his smooth neck, and slid across the scars replaced by cracks. heart.

He closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened them again soon.

"Twelve years ago, I issued an order against any drug dealing."

Gin naturally remembered that he carried out this order until now, never forgetting that Rum was punished because he foolishly touched this bottom line.

Qian Mu slowly recalled: "At that time, I didn't have any noble sentiments, and of course I don't have any now. I only banned drugs and ignored all other transactions. This is not very noble."

"Well, the reason for the prohibition is that I'm afraid of this kind of thing."

It was just fear at the time, but now I don't feel it anymore, and he only remembered it when he found out that the animation outside the Jierong area showed his past.

In the eyes of the audience, the 17-year-old Yuan Qianmu is like a pale and thin animal that instinctively threatens all dangers that approach him, and can almost only tremble.

The terminal illness developed to an advanced stage, and there was no part of his body that did not feel uncomfortable, as if a raging fire was burning his internal organs every second. In addition to the extreme pain, he was terrified of all sharp objects around him.

The red-haired boy didn't want to and didn't dare to go out.

But he only has less than a year.

He wants to save himself in this pitifully short time, and no one can help him except himself.

Therefore, he still stood up tremblingly, took a step, and was sent to the research institute by Belmode.

Before this, Li Qianmu was just an ordinary high school student. He had never learned the knowledge needed to develop drugs, he could not understand the principles of ingredients, and the psychological skills inherited from the first world were useless. Useful, if he is not quite talented in this field, and the haze pressing on his head is too urging to stop for a moment, he would not be alive today.

Maybe it was too painful, or maybe the desire to escape quietly gained the upper hand, the young man groped around and quietly made himself a painkiller.

The pain went away from him temporarily, but the price was that his consciousness was suddenly muddled. Some ingredients in the medicine paralyzed his spirit, and he seemed to become another person, addicted to the comfort maintained by the medicine, and almost lost the will to struggle to live. power.

It was Belmode who stopped him and saved him.

After that, the boy realized how stupid he was.

If he escapes from reality, he will surely die.

He is afraid of death, and he is also afraid that he will no longer be himself-seeking a temporary relief, giving up the living him, how could it be him?He didn't want to die, he wanted to live no matter what, and the strong attachment born of despair constituted this hopelessly defective product.

The audience outside the world looked at the red-haired boy as pale as thin paper that would be crushed at any time, the blood spit out from his mouth stained him red, he wiped away the blood and tears with his sleeve, his eyes were bloodshot, and he forgot to concentrate day and night While researching professional books, he couldn't help trembling in front of the inevitable needle tube, and was held down by several people before the needle successfully pierced into the cyanotic blood vessel full of pinholes.

They were dumbfounded, their hearts were severely pulled, and they didn't know what to comment at all. They obviously didn't expect the memoir to be so tragic at the beginning.

Qian Mu has no intention of looking back at the past himself, even if he did revisit it, he doesn't feel much.

As he said just now, these long-gone past events can't affect him now. He just talked about it like a small talk: "It's normal for me to give up this kind of thing halfway. At that time, I couldn't think of it. Just ignore this detail."

"However, is it already over? There is still such a feeling now. Well, it should be easy to understand. After all, it took a long time to complete this long-cherished wish. Even though the next goal has already been clarified, I still feel a little It's empty."

No, it wasn't him who was empty in his heart, and the man who said that wouldn't be so sentimental.

Gin recovered from the uncontrollable palpitations, with his keenness, it is not difficult to determine that Qian Mu used these words to comfort him.

He was worried that he, who had given so much to the organization, would more or less feel a sense of loss of purpose after his efforts collapsed.

It was also because of this worry that he was specially pulled out to relax.

However, this is unnecessary worry.

"I won't. Because it's all for you, your things, don't just throw them away."

"Ah, to be honest, I'm really embarrassed...Well, I know, but—after all, it's the result of your hard work for so many years, what if you lose your sense of accomplishment because of it?"

"...There is no such possibility."

"In case, in case, I have to consider the probability of one in ten thousand."

"Then, I'm looking forward to it."

"Ok?"

"Isn't the hunting ground you've found for me already ready?"

The silver-haired man smiled, not concealing his pleasure in piercing the BOSS and still pretending.

Qian Mu tilted his head, and looked at the wolf for three seconds, who had completely entered the mode of getting along with nature.

He also laughed.

"Okay, the hot spring is almost done, get up and change clothes. It's not a secret, I'll take you to see it."

When the red-haired man reappeared, he was wearing a light bathrobe with a black base and delicate crane feathers embroidered on one corner, his ponytail was still tied up high, and the tips of his hair were wet.

Gin is still a windbreaker, but today it was changed to light gray. The boss said that you should not wear work clothes if you are not working. In other words, don’t bring your work into your break time.

One moment they were still in the hot spring hotel, the next moment, the eyes darkened, and the space seemed to twist and deform for a moment, and then the two appeared in front of a strange garden house.

The single-family building has a white roof and red paint, and is surrounded by fences entwined with vines and small flowers. The garden has been left unattended for a long time, leaving a field of dead grass, which is considered a flaw.

And - over the fence, mountains of trash everywhere?

Qian Mu looked around for a week, and hammered his palm with a calm expression: "Oh, I just upgraded my ability, so I can only guarantee that I can successfully bring it over and sit for an hour. There is a little problem with the time positioning of the landing point, but it's not a big problem. , it’s good that the residence I took care of at the beginning is still there.”

Gin looked at the figures that gradually surrounded him outside the fence.

Like a hunter who has captured the breath of his prey, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his green pupils: "These idiots..."

"Meteor Street specialties for you, just don't get blood in."

"of course."

His territory will not allow garbage to set foot.

"Zhen, what do you want to do when you have nothing to do?"

"It would be nice to have a performance."

"Okay, I feel good too."

Qianmu found out the rusty key, and after a click, he opened the door smoothly.

The door was opened like this, he walked in, turned on the light, and opened all the windows, allowing the circulating wind to replace the stale gas, and brushed his long fiery red hair.

Finally, he, dressed in a black bathrobe, sat in front of the piano that had been covered in dust for many years.

"The concert is about to begin. This time, let me accompany you."

Dangdang-

A hundred years later, they once again performed a piano piece for the dead.