【Red G】Let him fall

The law of the universe in interrogation is to get spanked first, and Gin was glad he didn't have to get that honor.

He was thrown in jail for a week before he was summoned for interrogation one morning.Although Gin thought he was very cooperative, it seemed that the interrogators didn't think so.

This is the fourth day of the interrogation.Both sides are very patient.

Judy flipped through the interrogation materials from the previous few days, and said, "Since you don't cooperate, let's start over."

Gin shrugged, clasped his hands obediently on the table.

"Why surrender yourself?"

"The organization hopes to cut off some of the burden so that it will be easier to leave Japan and make a comeback."

"Why didn't you go with me?"

"I'm not allowed."

"Then you can run away too, by yourself. From what I know of you, it's not difficult."

"Sounds like you're not happy that I turned myself in?"

"There are too many doubts, there is nothing to be happy about. Don't change the subject, you must know the whereabouts of the boss behind the organization."

The same question was asked for four days.

Gin tilted his head and raised his eyebrows: "I don't know." His expression was very meticulous, carefully practiced, even Judy felt that Gin really didn't know the real whereabouts of the organization boss, but it was the kind of "careful" The state of "practice" made her unwilling to take it lightly.

Judy said: "I can keep asking you this question."

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Gin's attitude was relaxed, even friendly.

Judy didn't look angry either. She sorted out the information and seemed to be planning to chat from another angle.

Then the door was pushed open.

"Thanks for your hard work, Judy." Arnold walked in with a wonderful smile on his face - it would be better to say that Arnold himself has a wonderful temperament.

"It's nothing, sir," Judy responded politely.She didn't know the purpose of the new chief's sudden visit.

Gin blinked, and he saw the glass next to him out of the corner of his eye. He knew that probably every time Akai Shuichi was interrogated, he would be behind that glass. He could see himself, but he couldn't see the person behind the glass.

A Nuo took out a small evidence bag from the kraft paper bag, and said softly, "I got something... I was a little confused, so I came to Gin for some advice."

Now Judy's expression is also a little confused.

There was a bullet in the evidence bag.The bullets are very special, with complicated patterns engraved on them, which are very personal.

"Is it yours? Gin." Arnold took out the bullet with his gloves on, and leaned in front of Gin.

Gin readily admitted: "Mine."

"Did you engrave the pattern on it? Or is it mass-produced in the organization, and all high-level personnel use this?" Arnold played with the bullet in his hand, looking a little nervous for no reason, "I understand, you may need some markers to make a difference..."

Gin interrupted him: "I said it's mine."

"Good workmanship." Arnold praised.He asked again, "Did you go to the vicinity of Didan High School on Christmas two years ago?"

"There are street cameras."

"The camera is being refurbished, and there is no record of those few days." A Nuo put the bullet back into the evidence bag, with a seductive tone, "Maybe you can't remember, I will help you. On Christmas night two years ago, you came Going near Didan High School, maybe you are in a bad mood or looking for fun, you pick a young man, and then 'bang'! You shoot. The marksmanship is very accurate, right between the eyebrows, there is no trace at the scene, only one bullet. "

He lifted the evidence belt and swung it left and right.

Judy didn't remember Gin's other crimes, and she didn't understand Arno Morel's intentions.It seems like there really are more important issues than where the organization is going.

Gin looked at A Nuo's expression as if A Nuo was bleeding from all seven orifices, he adjusted his sitting posture, and said: "I don't record the hobbies of people who died in my hands, but I haven't randomly selected a person on the street to give to me. His one-shot habit."

"Maybe, you should think about it? There was a bullet engraved with your own pattern on the scene, how could it be there and then penetrate someone's brain?" Arnold asked unhurriedly.

Gin really shut up.Of course, he has no impression of randomly picking someone for shooting training anywhere, and he doesn't think that there are second such bullets in the world.More crimes are not too many, and Arnold has no reason to let him have one more meaningless crime.

"I'll give you time, but it won't be too long." Arnold moved closer to him, breaking into Gin's safe distance in a grand manner.

Gin could almost smell his clammy breath.

Then he stood up, remembered something and said: "Of course, the whereabouts of the organization is also very important, you'd better explain it to me together. I will have a serious talk with you next time in the interrogation."

Judy frowned: "Christmas Eve two years ago? Why didn't I know anything?"

Akai made a cup of coffee and handed it over: "It's not important. I talked to James last night."

Judy's eyes lit up, she took a big sip of coffee, her eyes were red from burning, and she stared at Akai persistently, waiting for his next sentence.

"James has been monitored in the United States. Although it is a formal surveillance, it shows something."

"Surveillance? Chief James' main job in Japan is to eradicate the line of organization."

"So, there are two directions. One is the organization's problem, and the other is the FBI's internal problem. James asked us to stay out of the organization's affairs and stop here."

Judy was silent for a while, as if she finally connected the disconnected thread in her mind: "We are not trusted?"

"It's just that we are not trusted when it comes to organization." Akai corrected her statement kindly.

Judy looked hurt.

Akai wanted to comfort her a little bit, his tongue twitched in his mouth, but he still didn't make a sound.If it's distrust from within the FBI, the problem can only come from the undercover agent himself.

He originally thought that Gin and Vermouth's self-inflicted snares were smoke bombs laid by the organization, but now it seems that everything is derailed to an unknown future, and things are no longer under his control——

It's largely out of Gin's control as well.

Gin is used to having nightmares, but this time the dream seemed too peaceful.

During a conversation, he didn't think it had really happened, but it looked very natural in the dream.

Vermouth asked him what he thought of Rye as a person.

Uncharacteristically, he said frankly, Rye is a person from another world, from a sunny world, which made my world have a little sunny tone, and he made me realize that I actually need a little bit of reining in the cliff.

And Vermouth was laughing, nice and without malice.

Gin never thought he'd be a bit poetic when he spoke, or that Vermouth would smile like that, or that he'd be that honest.

He woke up in good time.When he was still recalling this dream in a haze, the prison guard appeared again and took him away.

It was a cold and damp closed room, and they were even put on black blindfolds when they came.

This time it was Arnold and two other characters who appeared to be police officers.

A Nuo took his time and said: "I said, I want to have a serious talk with you."

A man viciously strangled a tie across his mouth and tied it in the back of Gin's back, Gin whimpered unpreparedly, he knew it was to prevent biting his tongue.

"You are special, I decided to use another method." Arnold carefully selected a thin needle from the item box spread out on the table, "Biologically speaking, when a person's survival consciousness is weak and not completely paralyzed It’s easier to tell the truth when you’re in a state of mind.”

"This time there is no glass, no Shuichi Akai." A Nuo moved a chair and sat in front of him, and ran across Gin's fingers with the tip of a needle, "I will try my best to ensure the beauty of your hands."

Gin, who was deprived of the right to speak, was very angry.He clearly could talk again, but suffered from this violent method; and this person seemed to have some weird ideas about the relationship between him and Akai Shuichi.

"Let me explore your fragile boundaries."

When the needle tip pierced the index finger of his left hand, the pain was not strong, but it gave him goosebumps all over his body. The needle was not short, and Anuo's technique was slow and firm. Gin felt that the dense pain seemed endless.

The figure of Mr. jumped into his mind strangely.

"Can you cover for the organization's departure?" asked Mr.He is old but elegant, not surprised by changes, always has a way, will never be tied down, and will never hesitate.

This is not an interrogative sentence. Gin hesitated.He didn't feel that the organization had reached the point where it was falling apart, and more importantly, why was he acting as a cover, and why was he staying.

To refuse would seem disloyal and polite, and would disappoint my husband, who had been almost a part of his beliefs and habits since the age of nine.So he laughed and said—

That accident made him finally look like a normal person.He smiled and said, "Okay, I can."

A Nuo's technique was a bit tricky, the needle tip seemed to have poked an extremely sensitive nerve, Gin gasped and couldn't help but retract his fingers, but was firmly grasped.

He had to bite his tie tightly and blink his eyes at the ceiling.

Akai suddenly sat up from the bed, he suspected that drinking too much coffee before going to bed caused the suspected arrhythmia.

He hugged the pillow, pinched the bridge of his nose, and lost all sleepiness.

A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, his face still wet with moisture, and rushed into the night.