Summer 【Chiqin】

At sunrise on this day, his latent plan made a big progress.And he didn't realize until the moon was setting that this development actually had a double meaning.

The FBI received information that a cargo ship smuggling guns would dock at the Shinagawa Wharf at 2:[-] a.m. the next day.And he got the time and place right, and found that it happened to be the place where he and Gin were going to pick up.

It is said that it is very possible to grasp the source of arms of this organization. Dian told Judy on the other end that I would send someone to ambush there.And Gin pushed open the door at this moment.

Akai said yes, at nine o'clock in the morning I will send the excellent answer sheet.Then cut off the phone.

The person who just came back from his morning exercise took out the ice water from the refrigerator and drank it in one gulp.The loose T-shirt concealed the beautiful muscular lines of the body, the excessively long hair was tied up behind the head, and some strands of hair stuck to the bare skin of the neck due to sweat.

People from school?

Akai knows that Gin refers to the person he just spoke to.He was right.The person in charge of the English competition for high school students.

As he spoke, his eyes never moved away from the person in front of him. Gin's clothes are plain and elegant this day.A light gold LOGO is printed on the white T-shirt.

Mementomori.

He narrowed his eyes.

The clothes are not his.He thought he had added some clothes to his closet recently, obviously bought by the man who had lost everything in the fire.It's just that the proportion of black in the many new clothes is much less.

He suddenly laughed.Then take the topic away easily.

He said that thanks to you, the white horse detective failed to get the recommended place for the competition.

So what.

Hate that brat?

Then I'll just kill him.

Think Kuroba Kaito is better?

Not so.

He said, play games together another day? There was a slight pause in Gin's footsteps.

Later he heard Gin say that there might be one tonight.He saw Gin walk into the bathroom with her hair loose.The sound of water splashing.

He took extra care when discussing plans with Judy.He thought that Gin's ability to say that showed that he was aware that someone would be ambushing the pier at night.He told Judy that the FBI couldn't show up yet.So it was determined that the people who were placed by the FBI in the Japanese police led the police to ambush.

but.He said but, not only that.

He couldn't yet gamble the trust he earned on just one source of arms intelligence.He couldn't use up Gin's trust in him on this move.Instead, he needs to win more.

So good shooters were placed in the ambush team.

Judy said you're going to play tricks?show.

He smiled without answering.

There is a reason why the cliché of heroes saving the beauty can be passed down through the ages.Even if there is no beauty in this story, the hero is not pure.

When the clock struck twelve they set off.

Because I knew that I was going to be injured tonight, but I felt a little calm in my heart.And he saw Gin's stern expression, obviously in a state of alert.He thought this man must be very tired after all these years.A huge cool breeze runs through the night of the city.He was so poetic in the salty wind with the smell of the ocean on the pier. Gin's black coat made a dull sound in the wind.

And things got a little off track.The cops didn't come roaring down from the sky, but the guns went off anyway.The delivery crew ran away in a panic.They hid in the aisle from the container yard and got into a fight.

He figured a gun should always be aimed at him and hit Gin right on the arm just as he dodged in front of him.But of course this is the perspective of someone who knows the plan.From the point of view of the person being planned, it should look like a classic bullet-blocking game anyway.

So while he was looking around for vigilance, he was always looking for a gun aimed at himself.

The reflection of the front sight flashed by.

Then the shots rang out.

He's pretty sure he saw a subtle change in Gin's face at that moment.flashed by.With a cold light in his eyes, this gangster who always put on airs killed the rest with a few strokes.

Then the night was quiet.He watched as Gin called someone to handle the goods.He pressed his shoulder blade with his left hand, thinking that the position of the wound was not as planned, and he held the gun in his hand and never let go.

It still hurts.

He tried his best to stretch his brows.

By the time everything was settled, most of his sleeves were already soaked with blood.He saw Gin come over and take away the gun in his hand, without saying a word.Blood seeped through the fingers and slipped into the cuff.

He said go to the hospital?

Need not. Gin said, I can handle it.

The city was in a deep sleep when they went upstairs.Their movements were so light that they didn't even wake up the voice-activated lights.In the corridor, there was only the slight sound of his heels touching the floor, and his gradually uncontrollable heavy breathing.

And Gin stopped three meters away from the apartment.

There is a box in front of the door of the apartment, which cannot be seen clearly because of the dimness.Exploding (anti-pumping) bombs?

He saw Gin's body stiffen from vigilance, his left hand was holding the gun while his right hand was stretched out.That's what made him stop.But there seems to be some protection.

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.He snapped his fingers with his left hand, feeling a little stuffy from the blood on his fingertips.

Bright lights burst out.It was a tart box.

He said it should be Mingmei.After a pause, today is my birthday.