【Red G】Let him fall

The silver needle found a neat gap between the nails, swept back and forth gently, stopped at a certain point, and then pierced it with a sharp posture, showing a momentum that he didn't know where to stop.A line of blood flowed out from under the fingernail, and it spread densely around.

A drop of sweat slipped from Gin's chin, fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.And he bit his tongue stiffly on the tie—although he felt it was unnecessary, he still hoped to keep silent for the next second.

He should live in pain, he should get used to pain.

A thin strand of blond hair clings to his brow with thin sweat.

"You are accepting the pain," A Nuo said, as if he was conducting scientific research, his tone was uncertain, "Has the pain responded to you?" He moved the silver needle a few points.

The tortured fingers twitched reflexively.

A Nuo took out the silver needle in a leisurely manner, and looked carefully at Gin's left hand. It was well-articulated, slender, with a thin layer of callus, and fair...the whiteness with red blood streaks added, giving off a strange beauty.He chose the only little finger that was not abused again.

He will make the blood line under each nail grow like a tree, with countless branches and vines spreading all over the nail.Like a work of art.Arnold thought Gin was worthy of this kind of art.

The silver needle pierced in unhurriedly.

"You're watching," Arno said.

Gin was watching how the silver needles invaded his fingers bit by bit.People who have been injected are generally unwilling to watch the process. They usually turn their heads away, unable to bear to watch the sharp pain that is about to hit the back of their hand, even though it will inevitably come, they still deceive themselves that this is just an unexpected attack.

"Facing the pain and fear? Gin." A Nuo raised his eyes, which were warm amber, "Do you always do this? But, it's useless."

"When you accept the pain, the pain will give you no response."

Akai Shuichi prepares to leave Vermouth's cottage under house arrest.The woman gracefully got up to see him off.

"It's cold, don't send it away." Chi Jing said.

Vermouth did not dress herself carefully, nor did she ask why the agent came to visit unexpectedly in the middle of the night, her smile was still charming and gorgeous before, but her eyes were full of bottomless emotions.

"Then I'll stand here." She wrapped her shawl tightly and stopped at the corner a short distance from the door.

Akai glanced at her, and asked again: "Is the whereabouts of the organization in your hands, or in Gin's hands?"

"Gin." The woman gave the same answer without changing her expression.This question has been asked bluntly twice, and this is the third time. Her answer never hesitated, just like the day she contacted Akai Shuichi and claimed to be a tainted witness voluntarily.

"You've lost a lot of weight." Akai put on the door lock.

Vermouth smiled: "Really? Goodbye, Rye." She suddenly pulled Akai Shuichi's sleeve again, lowered her eyes and did not look at him, her tone was slow and paused, like a sigh, "Gin knows where the organization went ."the fourth time.

She raised her eyes at the falling sound, frowned slightly, and contained a thousand words—extraordinary and weird.

"Do you understand?" she asked.

Akai sensed the strangeness, but couldn't grasp the fleeting question in his mind. He only looked at her for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "I understand."

The breakfast in the prison is not rich, but it is enough to satisfy the hunger.

Gin missed breakfast because he picked up the plate and let it drop with a clatter, people stopped talking and working to look at him.Just dare to look at him.

The wound given by Arnold had scabbed over, and the blood line was crookedly sticking under the nail in dark red. Gin finds it a bit unbearable to look at, but forgets that it hurts.

Gin stared at the dinner plate calmly, bent down to pick it up, this time he held it firmly.And he naturally lost interest in enjoying breakfast.

Akai sent Gin into the interrogation room again.

He is not idle, on the contrary, because of the request from his boss, he has to deal with all kinds of inexplicable cases every day.But sending Gin to the interrogation room every morning, and standing behind the one-way glass to watch the whole interrogation is his compulsory course, and he never misses it.

Today is a bit special because Gin looks like he hasn't slept all night.Akai looked him up and down, his eyes stopped on his strange hands, and asked, "What's wrong with your hands?"

"Oh, this." Gin, who really hadn't slept all night, looked lazily at the nails of his hands, and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing." Then he shook his hand, and the handcuffs rattled, "You never interrogate me yourself." He Turning slightly sideways, the corners of his mouth were curved with usual meanness.

Akai frowned and looked at the dark marks on his nails, and said: "Given our previous relationship, watching your interrogation process behind the glass is the maximum allowed."

He finally realized a problem - he didn't like Gin who wasn't wearing a black trench coat, and it made him uneasy. Gin's expression was normal, but he was wearing a prison uniform, revealing the essence of a person who was always wrapped in black.Inexplicably, strangely vulnerable.It's Gin, but it's not like Gin.

"Our past..." Gin seemed to have heard a joke, "What's the matter? Huh?"

Then he turned around without hesitation, and was about to step into the interrogation room.

Akai suddenly felt frightened, this kind of fright came suddenly and unreasonably, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head like a tornado.

trial room.abyss.He never realized that he was pushing Gin into the abyss-like interrogation room with his own hands, naturally pushing him into the darkest nightmare again and again... Akai knew that he would not expect Gin to tell him where the blood stains on his nails came from Come, but this is already like a bolt from the blue.

And Gin, it will be harder and harder to return to the bright world every time.

come down.

"Wait..." Akai spoke with difficulty. He saw Gin turn around in response, but he was not impatient, "Vermouth has lost a lot of weight." He threw out a sentence indiscriminately, which seemed the most irrelevant at the moment, He made up his mind to delay for another pointless second. "Very...skinny."

"Take her to see a doctor," Gin said.

"What?" Akai didn't expect him to get a serious response.

"Shuichi Akai," Gin said calmly but seriously, and called her by his first name, "take her to see a doctor." Then he entered the interrogation room.

The interrogation is nothing new, it looks more like a process.The young and inexperienced interrogator dryly asked the questions prepared in advance by the leader Arno Morels, and Gin, who was both sincere and deceitful, patiently answered hundreds of questions.

"Why did you surrender yourself?"

"I'm not allowed to leave together."

"Why are you not allowed?"

"Maybe the organization has better candidates."

"Are you lost?"

"Lost? I'm not familiar with this feeling."

"Do you consider yourself an outcast?"

"I haven't thought about it. Let's deal with my feelings according to your thinking. Is this really important?"

"You didn't come to ask. What's your relationship with Vermouth?"

"Ever worked with... colleagues?"

"Why did she volunteer to be a tainted witness?"

"Oh, that's what you're asking me."

"Did you discuss it?"

"To be honest, we basically don't discuss, in any way."

"Do you know where the organization is going?"

"do not know."

"Does Vermouth know?"

"If you asked me about her favorite perfume brand or her proficient shooting range, I'd give you the perfect answer."

"Don't be glib. Is this your bullet?" The interrogator produced evidence.

"Yes."

"How do you prove it?"

"I can carve you exactly the same with my eyes closed. Unless you can find a second person from all over the world who can do it."

"On Christmas Eve two years ago, on the street west of Didan High School, did you shoot and kill an innocent young man?"

"No."

"Your bullet was found at the scene. How do you explain that?"

"I don't explain."

Again, farce-like, the interrogation ended in a dead end.

Akai stood behind the glass, his mouth pursed into a cold line.The phone vibrated in time.

"Judy, is the result out?" he asked in a low voice.

"Come out." Judy hesitated, "Vermouth is sick."

Akai was not surprised: "Okay. What's the problem?"

Judy's voice didn't come over for a long time, and the noise of the hospital fell into Akai's ears bit by bit.

He saw the interrogator start to pack his things, with a bit of frustration that couldn't be concealed. Gin stood up following the prison guard, and glanced in the direction of the glass.

"Judy?" Akai asked.

Judy held this test result, the doctor's handwriting was exaggerated and scribbled.People suffering from illness came and went around her, but she felt that all this was more and more distant. Vermouth sat across from her, as if taking a keen interest in the color of his nails.They don't look at each other, don't communicate.

"Xiuyi, it's cancer." Judy said with difficulty.

Akai regained consciousness and found that the interrogation room was empty.No interrogators, no Gin, no glance back.

"Advanced gastric cancer."

Akai Shuichi was not only surprised, but also felt like falling into an ice cave.

TBC