Summer 【Chiqin】

He looked at the time on the phone screen.Then put it away.

12: 08.

late summer.noon.

There are still nine hours and eight minutes to go before the scheduled time.He needs to lead Gin to the place of arrest at nine o'clock in the evening.And before that. Gin is still free.

He is also free.

The countdown began silently.

And they just walk aimlessly down the street.The gesture is not intimate but not distant either.Hiroshima has been devastated like no other in the world, yet the sun still graces it here as it does elsewhere.The blazing sunlight fell from the sky like a vertical landing, and he slightly turned his gaze to see Gin beside him with an expressionless face, and his long hair was tempered with a thin soft light by the desolate sunlight.He narrowed his eyes.

He wants to see him.

Abstract general statements don't need too specific filler.Most of the time it's just simple and straightforward emotional expression.And the foreshadowing of the task.

12: 17.

Gin said.You are very conscious of time today.

The sudden statement hits the heart of the matter.He thought that he was really unprofessional, showing an attitude that shouldn't have been revealed at the most critical moment.

He said, because he wanted to go to a place with you at night.He looked into Gin's eyes as he said this.Generally speaking, Gin is certainly not the type to follow others obediently, and will only become suspicious when facing someone who suddenly says this.But he thought Gin would not doubt his words.Because he was sure that his eyes were full of sincerity.

Everything is true.Except for the ending.

He said.Fireworks Festival.

There was a tiny twitch at the tip of Gin's eyebrows.He didn't ignore it.He thought that behind Gin's expressionless face, there might be a fierce ideological confrontation lurking.This is their usual battle mode.But it doesn't matter.

explain.Don't worry, we'll go where there are few people.

Knowing that the other party has a violent temper in crowded places, he pretends to be considerate and chooses a suitable location.Such unsuitable behavior undoubtedly exudes a strong suspicious atmosphere.And being in love is a good, good, good excuse.All childish, absurd and abrupt excuses are interpreted reasonably and believably.

Later he heard Gin say, you talk a lot today.

He just laughed.How hard it is to coax this man, he thought.A confrontation.Exhausted.Good thing it's almost over.

Almost over.

There was a slight curvature at the corner of Gin's mouth.He leaned over slightly.

I miss it for a long time.

There was a murmur of exclamation from the crowd in the street.And of course he didn't care. Gin shook off him and walked forward alone, his faint nasal voice quickly disappeared in the scorching heat of noon.And he raised the corners of his mouth happily, caught up with the person in front and resumed his parallel posture.

He thought he was not the only one who behaved strangely and strangely this day.A strange atmosphere lurks in every corner.speech.demeanor.Raise your hand.They are all too sharp and alert.

And now.

He found nothing to do between him and Gin.They are together.And the world is pale.lovers.partner.Enemy.Nothing to do.Obviously there are countless connections, but they can't fill the doomed blank.

He said to the friendly female student on the side of the road, please take a picture for us. Although Gin's face is expressionless, there is a hint of reluctance.very funny.he thinks.When I took my phone, I saw the small numbers on the screen jump to the next one.

12: 58.

It is impossible to fill up the spare time after that with wandering.He seriously thought about what he had done with Gin.and what can be done.

kill.reunion.negotiation.smokes.drag racing.Teach.drink wine.kiss.Dating.make love.

He later identified the matter as the last item.did.can do.and for better reasons.Draw an equal sign between pink warmth and cold screw.

Gin's residence is simply furnished, without the luxurious gesture that a boss should have.And of course he had no time to pay attention to it.The slightly old single bed creaked when it was subjected to intense exercise.

Enjoy one last pleasure before the end.

So this story is destined to be a clichéd ending.

He sits on the bed.I lit a cigarette.The people around him also sat up.The single bed is thus cramped.The hair that is too long is slightly tangled with each other.He rolled a strand of Gin's blond hair between his fingers.

The room was dark because the curtains blocked the light.The time is 17:32.The illusion of warmth is heartily satisfying.

And Gin's muzzle hit his throat from the side.He thought that Gin's bad habit was repeated.

He thought Gin hadn't pointed a gun at him for a long time.

He looked into Gin's eyes.

The man's eyes were full of tormented vigilance.The eyes are such a warm dark green.Warm and deep.

Gin said.What happened.

The man never believed him.He used to be conceited to think that even in the end he could win or cheat the other party's trust.But now time has not given him such a possibility.

He said.nothing.

Then.

something is going to happen.

Nothing.

He said.

It's just that I want to see you.

He took Gin's gun hand.The movement of removing the gun is skillful and natural.There was a slight gasp after the long kiss.The illusion of warmth in the small space is continued.He thinks sweet talk really works well.It can soften all hard hearts.It's like being addicted to it.

all.

including him.

He said.I miss you.

The grumpy boss never drew his gun again.

20:41

Gorgeous fireworks jumped into the sky.bloom.perish.All moments.

He thinks sweet talk really works well.A mafia boss who is putting on airs can also be kidnapped by him to do such literary and childish things.There was no one else in the empty grove.The hilarious crowd surged at the foot of the mountain.And they stand on a higher ground.cool.silence.Only the sound of fireworks.

The brilliant and short-lived light was exhausted in an extremely cruel way of explosion.But it keeps repeating.He hid the phone with the time in his clothes and held it tightly.Not taking it out to see it was not just because he was afraid of Gin's suspicion.He stood beside Gin.The gesture is not intimate but not distant either.Words are also absent.

Because this world that only belongs to each other is not pure.Not far away, his companions are watching the situation here intently.

He certainly didn't intend to let his companion know about his relationship with Gin.

his true companion.his false companion.

then.

The wind is cool.The insects hummed.The sky full of fireworks sprinkled the wounds of the earth like arsenic.

The messenger of justice descended from the sky.The gunfire was drowned out by the huge explosion of pyrotechnics.The crowd at the foot of the mountain was still laughing ignorantly.Someone shouted to put down your arms and you are surrounded.He held a gun in his hand.

He looked at Gin and thought.It ends here.

And Gin didn't look flustered.He saw Gin didn't look at him.Only vague figures can be seen within the wide field of vision of the encirclement. Of course, the bushes that used to cover up the ambushes can also be used to cover themselves at this moment. Gin looked around alertly and came to a brief conclusion.

He heard Gin say.You can go there.

He keeps looking at Gin.The people who were fully prepared for the battle did not look at him.He saw that when Gin said that, his body moved forward to make a gesture of fleeing, but his right hand, which was not holding a gun, quickly stretched back in his direction.This made him frown severely.

Gin wanted to yank his right hand past the left he just raised.Many, many fireworks bloomed in an instant. Gin finally turned around because of this.His hands were just raised to the right height.

He never pointed a gun at Gin.And now.The cold gun barrel reached Gin's forehead.

He said.I can't go away.

His tone was flat as usual.And the tiny tremors are buried deep down.The night was filled with such desperate sounds as explosions.He thought that a man like Gin would certainly not despair because of this situation.

But he is dead.

He said.You are under arrest.

At that moment, fireworks brilliantly illuminated the moment of farewell.He saw Gin's expression froze for a short time.Then his eyes turned cold for an instant.Or colder than ever.He thought he had tried his best to trick a little warm soft light from those eyes.The taste of destroying it with one's own hands can't be said to be good now.

He knocked out the gun in Gin's left hand in that extremely short freeze.

The gun has been pressed to his throat or chest many times.when kissing.during sex.Suspicion and temptation.sweet Nothing. Gin's hand was on the gun and his gaze was firm.Because he is a person who is accustomed to using a gun, there is no need to worry about the danger of fire.He thought that as long as Gin didn't want to fire the gun, then of course such a move was just a harmless bluff.

He thought that this gangster who always put on airs didn't shoot every time he raised his gun.

Especially when facing yourself.

In fact, he has already seen through.

but.

He is different.

The sound of gunfire was drowned out in the more grand explosion of fireworks.The crowd celebrating the sacrifice was still laughing.Messengers of justice descended from the sky.And he quietly exited the surrounding circle and hid in the bushes beside him.And it's not just because the odds are already in hand.

Yes.

The ticket is in hand.

Except that a pleasure during the day has consumed a lot of that man's energy.The bullet lodged in the thigh just now also made escape impossible.

Watching a beast fight is always chilling.The breath of despair was too strong and choking.

He thought Vermouth was a bad judge after all. Gin is actually really cute.And he was far more cruel than Gin.

So although the process was still arduous, in the end it was taken for granted that it was subdued smoothly.His boss, James, patted him on the shoulder and said good job.Several excellent subordinates firmly grasped the person who had just been subdued together.He saw several obvious abrasions on Gin's face.His long blonde hair was disheveled from the previous fight.

pretty ugly.

He thought he had never seen Gin in such a mess.And all this was made by him.and.This man will no longer have the elegant and indifferent look before.

He stood before Gin at a very close distance.The person in front of him was out of breath.She lowered her head and didn't look at him.

He reached out and hooked those messy strands of hair behind Gin's ears.He used to do it very gently.

He said.I'm the FBI.Akai Shuichi.

Gin looked up.

He found that this man didn't look weak even in his eyes at this moment.No despair either.Or anger.He thought Gin's expression was very calm.even pleasure?

He had already imagined how the man would react after hearing his statement.Will not be scared to tears like Minmei.Nor would it be to spit on him angrily.He thought the most Gin feeling he could think of was for this man to say I know with a look of contempt.

He saw Gin look up.

Gin leaned forward slightly.This made everyone present tense up suddenly.And he stood in front of Gin without flinching.

He saw Gin leaning in his direction.There was blood on the corner of his mouth but he smiled.

The mouth is filled to the brim with the breath of blood.It was as fishy and sweet as when they first kissed.

He finally opened his eyes wide in disbelief.Stand there like everyone else present.