Summer 【Chiqin】

The outcome of the negotiations was not bad.

Although it feels weird.But it doesn't matter anymore.

When he went to James, his wily boss acted as if he had been waiting for him.He thought it might be because the arrogant junior came to report just now.

Or maybe a little report like that isn't needed.

He believed that James had long anticipated what kind of request he would eventually open his mouth to make.

Long before he himself had such an idea.

Fortunately Gin's gesture gave him full leverage.

He said I could make him talk.

just me.

James signed the document.

The thin paper roll has a subtle heaviness in the palm of the hand.He thought his abilities could only go so far.And the most critical part is not under his control.

All the long-term strategizing or scheming have lost their effect.This is not the rule of the game he is good at.

Before leaving, his boss suddenly stopped him.

Mr. Akai.

He tilted his head slightly.But did not turn around.

Are you really sure.

No.

Such syllables stuck firmly in the throat but did not spit out.

He closed the door.

Personnel guarding the torture chamber have been removed.He wanted James to give him enough trust.Not quite. Gin's hands were handcuffed in an extremely uncomfortable position. He would be hoisted when sitting down, and pulled when standing up.It is certainly not pleasant to maintain such a posture for more than ten days.

And he didn't have the key to unlock it all.

He also had to sit on the ground.

It was not the lofty attitude that a torturer should have.But it seems to be accompanied by fake warmth.The irony of the scene makes people laugh and cry.

Gin said this is the highest level of torture by the FBI?His expression was hidden under the overgrown hair on his forehead.

He judged the monotonous and empty pleasure in the smooth voice.He also barely moved the corner of his mouth.

He said yes.

That was really bad.

Those words made his shoulders sink. Gin rested his head on his shoulder.The long golden hair poured down to fill the moment.He rolled up a strand and played with it between his fingers.

The irony of the scene makes people laugh and cry.

Obviously it shouldn't be like this.

What should be the scene is that he hangs this man on the rack and then does everything possible to force him to tell them what they want.And the fact that the reality has developed like this is not because he can't do it.His strong and tenacious reason can cut off every slender nerve.But it was also his powerful rationality that told him not to do that.

When the opponent is Gin.All the means that are used to the extreme are useless.

He said Gin.

No response was received.He turned his head slightly.

The always alert man fell asleep on his shoulder.

He finally smiled slightly.

"Don't wake up, don't disturb my dear, wait for him, if you want. 』

--"Bible"

After all, this is just a fantasy.

In the small space, time freezes and loses its texture, while the world still rotates at a constant speed.The man delivering the supper pushed open the rusted door with a horrible clatter.At this time, the light light of the day suddenly becomes stronger and gradually fades away.The evening wind brought the decadent coolness of late summer. Gin showed a subtle expression the moment he woke up from his sleepiness.His expression was neither crying nor smiling.And he thought it would not be the best choice if the world stopped here.

He said you need to sign here.

The person opposite did not look up.confession?

He smiled slightly at such a natural guess.He said.Then you can go.

The lights in the corridor suddenly turned on. Gin looked up.

He felt he had won back a little bit.

The Witness Protection Program wasn't designed for people like Gin.Its original intention is to protect important people who are hunted down by dark forces, not gangsters who hunt down others.But this kind of thing doesn't matter, especially when how the system is adjusted is in their hands.As long as Gin provides their more confidential information, they can not be held accountable for their past crimes. In this way, leakers will inevitably be hunted down by the organization, so they must accept the protection of FBI personnel for a long time.

certainly.For Gin, surveillance might be more appropriate.

That's all he can do.But lure is more or less possible than coercion.Such as 0.93%.

Gin's fingers landed on the core vocabulary.

This FBI guy.who.

He said.I.

Such an answer is resounding.

Then a pleasant arc climbed up the corner of Gin's mouth.The words were cold with ridicule.

Gin said you suck as an FBI or as a gangster.Sympathy for the enemy is the second taboo.

He said that when you are already a beneficiary, you should not do redundant preaching.Besides, you know it's not sympathy.

Gin said you want to say you love me.

He said yes.

Gin curled his lips and said very well.The first taboo.

And he also smiled and said to each other.each other.

Such naive verbal disputes have obviously moved away from the original topic and reached a more core point.He saw Gin glance at the file, and finally brought the topic back.

Gin said the document wouldn't do me any good.

And he replied calmly.You can live.

That was really tempting.

The ridicule made the space fall into a strange silence.

He handed the pen to Gin's eyes.Actions come naturally.Because he was standing, he couldn't see the expression of the person who was still sitting on the ground.He leaned over and brushed the fine golden hair behind his ears that covered his face. Gin said I could sign and go out and kill you.The words carry a meaningful aftertaste.

He said sure.

explain.Then sign it.

His hand was swung away with sudden force.The ballpoint pen made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.The man who had been at ease since his incarceration finally took on a serious look.He saw Gin stand up abruptly.He appears to be staggering from the wound on his leg.The handcuffs creaked as they were pulled.

Gin said.That's all for the jokes.If you don't know how to torture, you can replace it with someone else.

At this moment, Gin's voice was low and dull, lurking with repressed anger.And he also put away his smile and said, this is the highest level of torture.And you have to sign here.

Such disgrace must be accepted.

Just mental damage.It is really a familiar method.

Things go back to their original form.

first.They have their own kingdoms.black and white.insurmountable.

Secondly.They have a strong soul.Hand to hand.die.Or escape.

at last.They accept no charity or sympathy.Reasons include stance.dignity.Resentment.like.

He bent down and picked up the pen on the ground.Then it was handed to Gin again.The strong light illuminated the man's face pale.But when Gin punched him, he couldn't dodge and hit directly.A faint smell of blood permeated the space.

Gin said that your conditions are very attractive, and I will sign with another person.Only you.

Akai Shuichi.

I will never bow to you.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously at the words.Even if such a reply had already been expected, it still couldn't stop the stagnation of resentment and anger.He is as clear as Gin about the taboos of the game.It is also a shame for him to make such a condition.And even so, there is no hesitation.The answer is already there.

Gin is not a witness.No need for protection either.

But he is important.

The most important.

And such thoughts cannot be communicated.Reality is depressingly cold.

He pressed Gin's neck against the cold wall.He said you thought other than me...

And Gin raised his chin with a fierce expression of resentment and disdain.

Gin said.I do not need.

Gritting teeth.Word for word.He eventually returned the punch.Fighting is the only way out under the attack of reason and emotion.

He has nothing to say.Also powerless.

Waiting until you stop suddenly is not to calm down.Just realizing that everything is a foregone conclusion.Left angrily because of being frustrated by reality.He didn't look back as he left.

The former residence, which has not been used for a long time, is covered with dust.Smoking heavily brings a strong choking breath.Huffing and puffing can't take away the strong emotions that are stagnant in the heart.The sky was pale gray.There are too many things that used to be warm here, but now they have become sharp weapons for self-harm.There was a tiny gap in his mind after he opened the refrigerator.Then the movement of closing the door was so forceful that the whole room trembled.

He lit a cigarette.snuff out.Then click again.Time slowly drifts away with the breath.If you are confused, you don't think.Smoking is just a mechanical action that is repeated.But his fingers suddenly loosened and the burning cigarette fell to the ground.

He suddenly felt cold at this flashing thought.

He thought that the rhythm of his confrontation with Gin had been long and smooth for a long time.Occasional loss of control is also for greater progress.Such a way of playing games beyond control does not belong to the original mode.No one wants to succumb to the other, so they can only succumb to the cold reality.And he was so angry at that time as if his heart was throbbing.The world behind me when I left was as quiet as an accusation.

So.So quiet.

The rusted iron gate stood in place.

He remembered that he had left the door unlocked.

He suddenly smiled feebly.Turned over on the sofa and closed his eyes.If you rush back now, you may still have time to stop something, or you can report it directly.But he just took the phone.Open the album and you can see the images left by Hiroshima's sunshine. Gin's silhouette had no shadows in daylight.The blond hair smudged with a tiny gleam.

By the end things reverted to simple syllables.

Lucky.

He hit the off button.

By the time Judy rushed over, what was supposed to happen had already happened.Or it shouldn't have happened.

Judy yelled that you turned off the phone, we thought you eloped with that boss, are you mistaken, Xiu!

He smiled.No answer.

The scene was bloody.The blood that had been solidified crawled on the floor and gave off a strange luster.Forensic personnel said it was forced to break free.The handcuffs dangled from the heating pipe.Silver light flickered.Bloody.I am afraid that even the bones will be injured.He thought he probably helped Gin in more than one way.If this kind of pain does not have the premise of great anger, maybe it may not be ruthless.

absolute.Won't.submit to you.

So life is no longer important.One hand is even more irrelevant.

The wounds on the hands and legs will gradually heal.Only the wound in my heart keeps festering and I can't get rid of it no matter what.

James said you should rest for a while.

He handed over the gun documents to his superior.

Such a summer is like a tsunami.The sky is overwhelmed with tranquility after a profound disaster.

Your nice boss says you need a break.Mr. Akai.

rest.Or dismissal for investigation.It's not the same thing.He soon left Japan.

Since then, there has been no progress in the pursuit of the dark organization.The captured persons were also assassinated successively during the transfer.Everything returned to the tranquility that never happened.Gin's style of conduct is hidden in the tranquility.Decisive and decisive.

Soon he received news of Miyano Akemi's death.As expected.There is still a touch of warmth from that woman in the phone.Tell about the future.Can you.Even if he knew he was being used, he had no complaints.Truth is always a tricky thing.He listened to slow and elegant singing in church.I don't believe in gods and ghosts and I pray that this woman can be safe.When leaving, he stopped in front of the commodity department.He finally spoke slowly.I want the Bible in Japanese translation.

Of course it wasn't for sale.

Three months later he read in a New York newspaper that a certain orphanage had suffered a bloody massacre.The elderly and children were not spared.The fiery light printed on the thin ink seems to still have scorching heat.Public opinion expressed severe criticism for this.And no one knows who the culprit is.

except him.

He thought that Gin hadn't the will to burn these down.But once he deliberately weakened Gin's defense with the help of these tender pasts.Weaknesses of course cannot continue to exist.So the place where the man who was always vigilant could suddenly soothe his gaze was left with scorched ruins.

He cut out the news and stuck it on the chopping board wall.It was plastered with every analysis and plan he had made before the stealth mission started.At that time, of course, it was impossible to count such a day.

No matter how smart a person is, as long as one more person is added to his life, there will be more unknown variables beyond imagination.

He glued a paper-cut white flower to the newsprint.Just above the firelight.

He thought that in this way, the once bright part of that man's life would completely disappear.The time solidified into warmth burns like fireworks and then disappears.No one will know about Pink Bunny or Golden Retriever or Lucky.

He remembered the slightly wrinkled photo still left in his apartment in Tokyo.A thousandth of a soul.

He finally set foot in Japan again after a lapse of three months.

At the airport, I ran into a former student.He remembered that he didn't go back to school in the end, and he didn't know what kind of expression the old man, the team leader, who wasn't too annoying, had on his face.And the names of one or two people are not difficult for him to remember.Especially when he still remembered that this messy-haired boy was actually an internationally wanted phantom thief.

But that had nothing to do with him after all.Besides, he's still on vacation.

Kuroba Kaito greeted him happily after being slightly startled.Old~teacher~good~.

This title is actually far away from him.

And the boy who was waiting for also happened to appear.Detective Baima greeted him equally politely.But when his companion was excitedly unwrapping presents, he raised questions that didn't need to be answered in a low voice.

Akai-sensei is the FBI?

He thought that the boy had a father who was a senior member of the police force, so he could get close to the core of the matter.

But apparently that's not enough.

White Horse said.So is Kurosaki-sensei too?

He didn't answer.The boy next to him suddenly came in and asked what he was talking about?

As for Kurosaki-sensei, I saw it a few days ago.

a bolt from the blue.Or midnight sun.

He finally asked where it was.

It's just the bar street that is four streets away from the school and has a bad reputation for law and order.Kurosaki-sensei's hair is so obvious that I can recognize it even from a long distance away.

He sat in a dark corner of the bar.Gin was ordered.but did not drink.Just smoking a cigarette while trying to sort out what a state of mind it is.The smoke drifted slowly into the dim, flickering light.The air smells of cigarettes and alcohol.

Then like every inevitable accident. Gin appeared where it was waited for.Followed by the unremarkable striker.He kept calling Big Brother Big Brother.He thought it was impossible for such a clumsy person to be favored by Gin. Gin has always only worked with calm and wise people.

But once bitten by a snake, there will always be some lingering fear.Somewhat an understatement.Some unforgettable.

He focused on Gin who was not far away through the crowd and through the darkness.The whole body is covered with thin little golden light.The slightly cold liquid draws a wonderful circle in the goblet as it swings.After all, the taste of gin is a bit bitter.

The wonderful aura spread with the weird tone.

Because the distance is too far.It was not clear whether the wound on the man's hand was harmless.

Seeing Gin leave through the side door, he got up and followed.Even if I can't think of a suitable reason, I still do it.Stepping out of that door, you can smell the fresh and crisp air outside the bar.A gun was pressed against his chest.

In such a deep and secluded alley.The reunion came unexpectedly and as expected.Obviously in a dangerous posture.But there is inexplicable peace of mind and tranquility.He remembered that such a posture was really familiar for a long time.

The always-posturing mob boss doesn't shoot every time he raises his gun.

Especially when facing him.

He said.You can actually shoot.

It's not that he deliberately wanted to die in a heartbroken way.It is a statement that is owed calmly.The game of mutual testing is long over.Going outside the box eliminates the need for that kind of bravado.Such an action is a verdict.

Like fireworks flying into the night sky.Gunshots echoed in the narrow alley.

Break through every blood vessel as if piercing through the soul.Every cell in his body trembled.He opened his eyes slightly. Gin's figure disappeared under the warm light of the alley.The frightened wild cat ran away and knocked over the trash can on the side of the road.His nerves were filled with humming echoes.

Gin fired.

Gin fired the empty gun.

After the lengthy stagnation, slowly understand the meaning.Bitter arcs climbed up the corners of dry lips.Even though it wasn't penetrated, it still hurts the heart.Such a crisp and thorough blasting sound is the final ending sound.

Such a sentence did not kill him.The heart makes a powerful rhythm between rapid beats.

summer.

A lose-lose illusion.