【Red G】Let him fall

Human beings can feel pain, and pain will never leave, life after life, generation to generation.

Pain makes you human.

"Do you know where you are?"

"In a dream."

"That's right."

Then he was pushed slightly, and fell backward into the water, which caused a faint splash. The water was bottomless and cold.He likes the word "cold", and it looks very comfortable.

He took a deep breath—but there was no air.Only water gently invaded every cell, every blood vessel, and every emotion in his body.

The screams of a sinking man are just bubbles that will shatter when they reach the surface of the water.But everything was silent, and even the sinking man himself didn't know he was screaming, he just saw the broken bubbles.

He remembered the rain that night.Continuous rain, rain that washes everything away, rain that chokes, rain that thunders and lightnings.

He thought further.Akai Shuichi tore off his coat in the rainstorm; the clear mirror images of each other in the sniper scope on the rooftop, bullets brushed against his cheeks; Sherry was furious at the beer bottles and flying glass fragments that fell at his feet, his eyes were red; Miyano Minmei collapsed in shock after a gunshot; he was doing routine maintenance on the Porsche again; Vermouth handed him a Beretta, "it will protect you", so he also stuffed it under the pillow when he slept; he watched With blood-stained hands, Rum said indifferently, don't even think about washing them; he was taken away, and the orphanage behind him gradually turned into a small black spot.

And it doesn't exist in his memory at all, how he entered the orphanage, how he was born in this world.

The pain that has not yet begun but is bound to come.

I regret.

He clenched his fists, bubbles gushed out of his mouth, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Gin opened his eyes, the sky was not yet completely bright, and the sun always rises later in winter.But the hands of the clock herald Judy's approach.

It's a safe house, and Judy brings him here on a rainy night.Then they have to do some work. Regarding the legal evidence planned by Shuichi Akai and James, they have to organize it into a book to make it more convincing.

They have been working together for two days, and the information has been sorted out almost, and even progressed successfully.

What a fresh work partner.

Gin rolled over and got out of bed, he went into the bathroom, picked up a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

There was the sound of the door opening outside.

"This is a safe house, and everything is quite complete..." The dripping Judy brought the equally dripping Gin in. She looked into Gin's emotionless eyes and said, "It's Xiuyi and I's safe house, It was... a long time ago." She repeated herself.

"Gin, we have something to do, it's urgent."

After working together for two days, Judy finally got used to getting along with this blond man. He knew almost everything, was good at drawing inferences from one example, was amazingly smart, taciturn but not a social barrier, and was an ideal work partner.

Gin came out of the bathroom with a wet mist on his face.

"I brought hot coffee." Judy held her coat in one hand and two cups of coffee in the other, with the coldness outside the house still lingering in her tone.

Gin raised his eyebrows, walked over to take her coat, and hung it on the hanger.

Akai Hideichi stayed in this small villa for two days and two nights.

Before that, Arnold angrily demanded his arrest.Akai sat in his office chair, took off the knitted hat that made him feel uncomfortable, and raised his hand to brush the dripping hair back from his forehead rudely a few times.

Conflict flares up in a small office.

Several young FBI officers obeyed the order and took out the handcuffs they had used before to carry out the arrest.

"Give you two seconds, use your brains to think about what you are doing." There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Akai's mouth, and he even put his legs on the desk too much.

The young people are a little bit at a loss, Arnold is the chief, and Akai Shuichi is the legend.

In the next second, Akai slapped an FBI ID on the table. "Offensive to superiors, huh?" he asked with a smile.

Arnold stepped forward and carefully looked at the certificate, which was on the same level as him.

Chi Jing leaned over and took away his ID, and said to Anuosha, "Everyone is a supervisor, but I like to go out to work." Then he stood up, with a gesture of a superior who refused to be thousands of miles away, and motioned to those few A young man said, "The door is over there."

Akai didn't go to the floor-to-ceiling windows until there were only two people left in the cramped office, and the torrential rain hit the glass recklessly.Judy must be driving fast.At this time, he finally relaxed, and finally no longer needed to worry about it.

A Nuo put his arms around his chest, and said flatly: "Is our understanding of each other beyond our own imagination?"

"What does that matter?" Akai asked.

"I asked Gin repeatedly, who can take your bullets without you knowing."

"What did he say?"

"How can I compare you to Summer? You are cuter and gentler than it."

Akai smiled at his reflection in the glass.

Arnold said: "That's right, he and I talked about Shakespeare's sonnets for two hours. Guess what? During your investigation, everyone suspected that your relationship with Akemi Miyano would screw up this undercover investigation." action, but I feel that the senior cadres of this organization are more special to you."

Akai Shuichi looked at him interestingly.

"I think I'm right." Arnold said finally.

"But you didn't catch me." Akai pretended to be puzzled.

"Because I underestimated Gin's trust and protection for you."

Arnold put all his chips on Gin, just to get a blockbuster out of his mouth, so as to destroy Shuichi Akai and the most proud agent under James.The bet was lost.

"Do you dare to swear to your conscience? Are you clean? Are you really loyal, brave and upright?" Before Arnold finished speaking, James' subordinates pushed open the door.

Akai Shuichi walked over, passed by A Nuo's side, and said casually: "I paid the price. But it's not important anymore, you know?" He looked directly into A Nuo's amber eyes, "Your anti-undercover system , your secret files, you let FBI undercovers face the knife from your own people. You require every undercover to be clean, and you think you have chosen the path of justice.”

A Nuo has already realized that he is the one who is helpless now, but he has no fear, he implements his belief meticulously, roaring to open up a pure land.

"Your war has already begun." Akai said coldly.

"Yes. But I'm angry." Arnold said calmly.

This villa was where Vermouth lived as a tainted witness, and there is no trace of her now.

Akai lived here for two days, waiting for James' notice and all the evidence Judy sorted out, waiting for the court debate, and waiting for the internal rectification of the US FBI headquarters.

Waiting for a meeting with Gin, a normal meeting, not dangerous at all, not confrontational at all.

"that's it?"

"That's all." Judy piled up a large pile of cowhide portfolios and said, "I can't let you go any further in the FBI's internal classified system."

Gin shrugged and backed out: "I can now write a report on your information security issues."

"Oh, thanks, we'll figure it out ourselves." Judy sent an email to James, "Now pack up and go to the hospital and see Vermouth."

Gin got up and dug out a black woolen coat from Shuichi Akai from the closet. He thought it would be a bit cold to wear it outside, but there was no warmer coat than this one at the moment.

Seeing him wearing Akai Shuichi's clothes and shoes, Judy suddenly asked, "When Xiuyi was undercover, did you often do the same? Wear each other's clothes?"

Gin, who was tying his boots, paused, "His lover is Akemi Miyano."

"Yeah, Mingmei." Judy smiled, "I actually really regret that I couldn't stop Xiuyi from participating in this undercover work, which made me lose him. I accepted this fact, but it's still very sad, and I still am now."

Gin looked at her quietly, although he didn't feel like an emotional counselor.

"The undercover work cost Xiuyi too much. I always want him to stop, stop burning his own life, stop repeating guilt, stop whipping himself, and stop scolding his soul. But I can't do it." Judy sighed, "He often goes to Minmei's grave."

Gin kind of agrees with Judy's words, she should stop Akai Shuichi, so that there will be no encounter and no tragedy.So he responded dryly: "Really. Then he must hate me more and more time and time again."

Judy's eyes were like fog in the forest: "He went to save you, desperately, recklessly."

Time is very delicate to Vermouth, an hour is like a day.Every minute, the cancer was sparing no effort to drain her vitality.

The hospital has moved her to a hospice ward.This room is not white, but colorful. There are various warm and interesting watercolor paintings on the wall, and there are several single leather sofas beside the bed.

Judy called out the police officers guarding Vermouth, and whispered to Gin, "Go in, I'll wait outside." She wanted to observe the different expressions on Gin's face, but he didn't.

Gin walks in.

The woman is extremely tired, the pain is even more like a shadow, and the effect of morphine is extremely limited.But she woke up, and even refreshed.

It looks like a flashback.

Gin sat on a small sofa closest to the bed, thinking about how to speak the first sentence.The woman is thinner, her blond hair is a little dry, not to mention her makeup.But Gin still thought it was pretty.

Vermouth laughed: "The doctor said two days ago that I should spend more time with my family now. I've been waiting for you, and now you're here." Her water-green eyes were shining brightly.

She weakly pulled out a hand from under the quilt and handed it over to Gin.

Gin obediently stretched out his left hand.

The woman hooked his little finger, gently.

"That's what they did to you." Vermouth saw the dark bloodstains snaking across his nails. "That's what they did to you."

"You expected that?" Gin wrote lightly.

"Rye's eyes told me." The woman stroked his nails lightly, "Rye told me that he would bring you out. I'll take it as a promise he made at my grave."

Gin leaned over and pinned the messy hair on the woman's forehead behind her ears.

Vermouth's life seemed to be lost in an instant. Her eyes were turbulent. She looked deeply into Gin's eyes and refused to move away for a second: "I'm so happy that you are here. Before I die, I Will be praying for you... praying that someone will be by your side when you die - just like me by your side so you don't have to be alone."

Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and dripped into her hair.

Gin felt his little finger hooked even harder.

Vermouth struggled to smile, but couldn't stop the tears.

"For death, I have no fear in my heart. My tears are only because I miss you."

Gin watched those water green eyes slowly lose their light.

Vermouth's body temperature is a little lower than normal.But Gin is very clear that the cold temperature on his little finger is no longer the temperature of a living person.

But he didn't want to do anything, and he didn't withdraw his hand, he just sat there with his head bowed.He didn't want to stand up, let alone talk.

Milky sunlight streamed in through the windows, and a tiny icy wind blew along the window sill. Gin heard the sound of the wind blowing.

Judy suddenly found that the room had been quiet for a long time, and a sense of uneasiness swept over her.She opened the door carefully, and saw Vermouth who closed his eyes and Gin who sat beside her without saying a word.

Did she sleep?Judy wanted to ask, but stopped.Because a dead person doesn't seem to be asleep at all. To die is to die.

Judy took a few stiff steps forward and rang the bell to notify the nurse.

After a while, nurses and doctors walked in quickly. Gin politely stepped aside, and he saw Vermouth's hand outstretched outside the bed sank a little bit towards the ground because it was not supported by his fingers.

Like a rusty shovel, it pierced straight and sharp into the frozen ground in his heart.

Gin left his contact information, saying that the hospital can contact him at any time to deal with the funeral.Then he looked at Judy.

Judy's heart trembled suddenly.The look from Gin was too calm and restrained, without any emotional ups and downs at all, she just felt that even time stood still for a few seconds.

"Let's go." Gin walked past her.

Judy still loathed Vermouth, and the despair of losing her father ran in her blood.But the way Gin stood in the corner of the room just now, looking at Vermouth, made her feel that there was a void in her heart, and the wind was blowing in.

Walking into the garage, Gin's hand had already touched the door of the rear seat, and Judy stopped him.

"That..." Judy hesitated a bit, "If you don't mind?" She pointed to the passenger seat.

Gin sat in as promised, and he gave an address, saying, "I'm going to get the car."

"It's quite remote." Judy turned on the navigation.

After a long time, the sun seemed to be setting, and Judy was about to reach her destination.Both sides of the road are already deserted.

Gin suddenly asked, "Are you watching a movie?"

"...What?" Judy froze for a moment.

"I said, movie. Do you see it?"

"Look, if you have time."

"Wynyard." Gin looked out the window, his face softened by the light of the setting sun, "Wynyard's mother-daughter movie is pretty good."

Gin is recommending movies to her.thought Judy.This great world.

The car stopped on the side of the road.Judy followed Gin to get out of the car. There was indeed a large garage by the road, but it seemed that it hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

"A cover point of the organization is no longer used." Gin said frankly.He found his own Porsche with ease. It stood alone in an inconspicuous corner, and the wind and rain left traces on its expensive body.

Gin touched its hood and said, "You go back first, I want to clean it up first."

Judy worried: "Don't you want me to be with you?"

"No, I'm alone. I'm not going to run."

Judy looked at Gin, faintly aware of the weirdness, but she didn't understand what was weird.Standing next to the Porsche, the man just lost a colleague who seemed to be important and now just wants to get his car back, as if nothing would stand in his way.

Calm and restrained.The same words popped into Judy's mind over and over again.She turned around anyway, and drove away.

Gin watched Judy go away, and opened one hand to feel the cold wind passing through the fingers, where Vermouth's tenderness and warmth once stayed.

He picked up a long metal stick, which is common in garages.He stroked the Porsche lightly with a metal stick.

He loves the car.

Gin swung the metal stick and slammed it hard on the Porsche's hood with a dull and heavy sound, leaving a deep crater with cracks.He swung again.

When Fugu Ling was still a Bourbon, he once yelled to drive this car, but was rejected by Gin indifferently.He persisted and asked why Rye could drive this antique car.

The Porsche bonnet is unrecognizable under countless blows.

Vermouth smiled and asked him if he would take the car to save her if something happened to her.Later Gin of course drove this car to save her, several times.

"Stained with blood." The woman was really apologetic this time.

The roof of the car was hit with the same intensity, and it was dented piece by piece.

This car can't save you at all. Gin thought.

The Porsche 356A took them through countless lives and deaths, but Gin gradually understood that he never really reversed his fate, and those narrow escapes all led to a destined ending.

Gin shattered the glass of the Porsche, sending foam flying everywhere, some scratching his cheek.The sharp voice echoed in the darkened world, the cold wind blowing endlessly, brushing against the broken Porsche and the calm and crazy Gin.

He really loves the car.

Gin threw away the metal rod, slid to the ground against the messy car body, and accidentally pressed his palm on the glass shards all over the floor. The familiar pain made him feel like a human being.

A knife had been stuck in his heart for a long time.

Now this sharp blade seems to be slowly pulling out.

TBC