Summer 【Chiqin】

On the way back to the hotel, there was silence all the way.They were silent as if they were thinking about each other.The posture is shoulder to shoulder.Seven centimeters away.Good offense and defense.The sound of cicadas cut through the narrow sky of the city.Tall buildings stand tall.The breath of summer enveloped the entire northern hemisphere.From Tokyo to New York.All cities are equally cold and hard.

He leaned on the hotel bed and switched the TV station at will.There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.He realized he had a wrong idea.I used to think that he and Gin just had different positions, but after all, they did similar things, killing people and setting fires, nothing more than that.But if you want to come to different circles, you will naturally have different ways of living.The advantage of Justice Messenger is that there are formal channels for both missions and promotions.

beauty.

It's really a haunting word.He smiled wryly and turned off the TV.Suddenly there was only the sound of water in the room.

He wants to be beautiful.As the FBI, of course, he is familiar with tactics.There are 36 strategies in ancient China.Only the beauty trick has been tried and tested.Compared with those schemes of intrigue, the strategy of directly attacking the physiology is naturally more direct and effective.It's just that the price is really not small when you think about it this way.He relied on bullets and human lives from a small detective to an ace.On the other side, his old enemy struggled to reach another peak.

Then they confront each other.It is ambiguous and stalemate.

The sound of water suddenly stopped here.

Because he didn't have a change of clothes, he casually tied a bath towel around his body. He thought that being called a beauty naturally required capital.Drops of water that haven't been wiped off along the lines of the texture.The hair that has been blown dry is slightly stuck to the body.He frowned slightly.

Many scars.He said so.More like a soliloquy.And Gin glanced at him, didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to smooth the hair sticking to his body.His expression was slightly drunk.

He saw Gin collapsed on the bed and closed the quilt, with his back turned to him without any intention of talking.The two beds are very close together in the standard room.He sat on his bed and watched for a while, reached out to dim the light, and then walked into the bathroom.

The dense fog has not dissipated.There was a hot flash in the small room.As he took off his shirt, he saw bullet marks on his shoulder blades.Fresh tender meat has grown after the carrion has been removed.Wound healing is a slow and difficult process.A thin itching oozes from the scab.

Of course he still remembered the golden hallucination in his vision when he opened the wound.

He looked at the new skin with a different color in the mirror and smiled to himself.The sound of water once again filled the silent space.

Later, he couldn't help laughing in the silent space.Unexpectedly, the boss of the gangster, who has always been arrogant, sleeps in an obedient posture.The tightly wrapped quilt is like a silkworm baby.This is of course a metaphor that deliberately describes the situation in a cute direction.

Psychologically speaking, this sleeping position usually belongs to insecure people. Gin's pistol was under the pillow.

Just by looking at this, one can imagine how this person has come all the way.The last light in the room was also cut off.The vast darkness descends here.

Then the dream traveled across the Pacific Ocean.It's still a difficult and difficult time on the plane.It is inevitable to have an unreal illusion when returning to the residence.The story that happened in another country is suddenly far away at this moment.On the desk are still piles of homework from students he hasn't had time to grade.The pink rabbit flopped its ears on the head of the bed.He suddenly opened the refrigerator as if remembering something.The door was stuffed with beer they bought before they left.

He turned around and asked the person on the sofa if he wanted a drink. Lucky.

He saw Gin lying on the sofa in a relaxed posture that he had never seen before. Gin looked at him, but didn't speak.The fridge is full of a beer called Lucky.The air is full of mystery.

He eventually pulled out two cans and put them on the coffee table.Because the sofa was completely occupied by someone, he could only sit at the desk. Later, he started grading homework with a cold beer in hand.The room was silent.

He raised his head and saw that the man on the sofa had closed his eyes.Long hair covered half of his expression.The sleeping face is calm and peaceful.

The trip to New York is not a difficult task, but Gin's face is still hard to hide the tiredness, recalling the past is always a frowning and exhausting thing.

Golden retriever puppy Lucky.A coerced beauty.The boss of the gangster who fights with others.He thought for a while, and suddenly remembered Mr. Kurosaki standing on the podium.The midday sun passed through the glass window at an angle, faintly fading around him.The classroom is full of students but full of quiet atmosphere.Teacher Kurosaki wrote a string of beautiful English on the blackboard.When he turned around, the long hair tied up drew a golden arc.

The huge gap is filled with helpless footnotes.The corners of his lips raised and he watched quietly for a while.A sigh lurks silently in the pulsation of breath.

how to say.Sighs are just sighs after all.

He suddenly saw the crumpled paper in the wastebasket.pick out.flatten.It was the document that Vermouth had handed over to Gin last time.The cover is a bleak white with no words written on it.Various documents are copied on the page.The fire department's cause report.An investigation into the identity of the arson suspect.Bank transaction records.and blah blah blah.Traces that had been carefully buried were unearthed.Vermouth left beautiful handwriting on the document.

[Apparently it was your dear Rye who set fire to your residence. ]

He remembered what Gin said in the Porsche because he met a difficult person this time.In the game, the gun was pointed at him and Gin said, are you one of your own?In the dark alleys of foreign countries, Gin's eyes were bright and his smile was cunning, he said Rye, you are too involved in the drama.He thought of them kissing at an altitude of [-] meters, Gin's eyes slowly opened and closed without revealing a word.

He thought he already knew.And pretended not to know.

He frowned.I lit a cigarette.Chess meets opponent.He thought maybe he should pretend he didn't know that Gin did, too.This rap sentence made him think seriously for a long time.The room was overwhelmed by the smell of cigarettes.

Mutual testing is the subtlety of this game.