How to file a resignation with Gin

Xia Shu was shocked: "Are you referring to a man in these descriptions?"

"It's all right." In less than a minute, Tsushima quickly restored the Rubik's Cube. He put the Rubik's Cube on the table and said with a smile, "Do you only like the opposite sex?"

Xia Shu already decided that he was talking nonsense, and changed the subject: "Come here and take a look at this D coordinate."

Tsushima cooperated very much, leaning over to stare at the computer screen.

This whimsical topic did not continue.

Soon after, Shuji Tsushima's identity was exposed, he was an undercover agent for the police, and he was on the Gin Cleanup list.

Rum directly ordered that Hojo Natsuki solve the traitor with his own hands.

With a gun, he forced Shuji Tsushima onto the roof of the resort hotel. From the railing, he saw a quiet blue sea in the distance. The sunset was warm orange, but the golden sea surface was full of ominous waves.

"Xia Shu, I'm afraid of pain, hurry up."

"It hurts."

Xia Shu failed to kill the opponent with a single shot. Gin held his hand and killed the man, and warned him.

With the half-finished hugging action, the bitter tobacco and cedar scent on the other party attacked from all directions, crushing Xia Shu's pitiful self-deception.

He was wrapped in the baggy coat left by the gin, but it was cold to the bone.

...If he became the target of the organization's cleaning, he would be killed mercilessly by the other party.

Like a tungsten light bulb that suddenly went out, the light went out after a bang.

The members of the organization are nothing more than mass-produced light bulbs with service life engraved on them. There is nothing special about pure industrial assembly line products.

Such a thought was so strong that Xia Shu was inexplicably lost for a few days, and the atmosphere of the entire operation team reached an unprecedented freezing point.

Chianti asked secretly: "Did you quarrel with Gin?"

"……No."

"Then go and apologize to him."

Xia Shu: "?"

Chianti concluded: "I think he's mad at you, the way he looked at you just now was terrible."

Xia Shu: "?!"

He guessed that the other party felt that he was too useless, but he really couldn't bring himself to promise anything to Gin, so he could only continue the cold war for no reason.

The end of the cold war began with a glass of iced Americano, like elementary school students who had agreed to share snacks and stop arguing, and they all returned to a normal state of getting along. Although the frequency of chatting has not increased much compared to the Cold War period, the atmosphere has eased a lot.

Xia Shu recovered quickly, and not long after, he thought badly about his boss's hair again.

When the silver hair dangled in front of him, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.Such thoughts intensified, and he finally couldn't help but act——

—and was caught straight.

The other party's eyes were quite playful, and his palms were tightly shackled to his wrist bones: "What are you doing? Little mouse."

The scorching heat came from the place where the palm met the skin.

Xia Shu trembled imperceptibly, and suggested in a low voice: "Well... I think it's inconvenient for you to wear your hair, how about helping you tie it up?"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to punch himself, but it was better to honestly admit that it was because of itchy hands.

Xia Shu's face was filled with unrequited love, maybe he will die today?

Gin: "..."

The restraint seemed to loosen a little.

Xia Shu thought he believed this nonsense excuse, and continued bragging: "I didn't lie to you, I have experience."

Gin gritted his teeth: "Experienced?"

Xia Shu resentfully admitted: "...I think Shirley combed her hair too much."

Gin: "Oh."

However, Xia Shu still didn't dare to help him tie his hair. He felt that such behavior was no different from touching a lion's mane, and it seemed too desperate, so he restrained hesitantly.

He was thinking about one thing recently: could Gin and my former good friend be the same person?

Xia Shu's perception of feelings is very slow, but Gin did show him some preferential treatment that is different from others. At least Chianti and Cohen dare not let Gin bring back a glass of iced Americano on the way, otherwise the end may be miserable.

On the left side of the balance of reason, "he is" is written, and on the right side is written "he is not". Xia Shu is like a little squirrel, every time he finds some corresponding evidence, he piles a pine nut on the left side, trying to tip the balance.

He diligently collected evidence, Shuji Tsushima's death was like a passing robber, kicking the balance arbitrarily, which made him have to reconsider this matter.

And he was kidnapped by an organization researcher.

Xia Shu didn't know what happened at all. He had a good idea and planned to go to the technical department of the organizational research institute to find someone to discuss improving the button-type bug.

As a result, he was walking smoothly in the corridor when a person suddenly rushed out from the corner and stunned him with a drug-stained handkerchief.

Hojo Natsuki thought in a daze, who could be so bold in the research institute?

Soon after, he woke up, his hands and feet were handcuffed, and he was completely unable to move.

The researcher has the face of an ordinary Japanese man, with disheveled hair hanging listlessly on his forehead.

Xia Shu: "Who are you?"

The other party stared at him silently for a long time.

"What do you want?" Xia Shu asked calmly, "I can cooperate with you."

The researcher suddenly grinned, showing a vicious smile, and finally said: "You are the one who brought the devil to the world."

Xia Shu: "...?"

Secondary illness?

"You killed countless people." The researcher repeated again, "If you want to apologize, you must die."

It seemed that he had been injected with muscle-relaxing drugs. Xia Shu couldn't use any strength, so he could only be half-dragged to the rooftop.

The researcher was obviously insane because of something, his eyes were so wide that they almost spilled out of their sockets, and the pistol was resting on his neck in a crazy manner.

Concerned about the safety of the hostages, no one dared to stop them, and the liaison officer reported to the superior with a gloomy expression.

The researcher pushed Xia Shu to the ground casually, and locked the two roof doors from the outside with his backhand, blocking the sneak attack from behind.

Within a few minutes, a helicopter rose from the skyline, from small to large, still a few hundred yards away, and only the silhouette of the model could be seen clearly.

The researcher obviously recognized it too. He dragged Xia Shu to block him, held the chip in one hand, pointed a gun at him in the other, and said some crazy things in a nonsensical manner.

"I will make the content of my research public to the world! Let the organization be completely ruined!"

"You lunatics...! How dare you violate all rules and try to explore the indescribable beyond the scope of human cognition!"

The helicopter was hovering in the air, the propeller was stirring the vortex, and it calmly watched everything that happened on the rooftop.

Xia Shu hasn't quite figured out the situation until now, and the research refused all communication, and directly pronounced him guilty.All he knew was that this person should be an accomplished researcher, and he would be crazy if he said he was crazy.

The muzzle hurts a bit when it touches the temple, maybe he is going to die?

"Damn you all!"

The researcher yelled in his ear and eagerly pulled the trigger.

Xia Shu even heard the subtle sound of the internal mechanical structure of the trigger being loosened and loosened—the researcher really wasn't joking, he really wanted to kill the fish and kill the net.

In another second, he will die very ugly.

How strange, Xia Shu thought, he should be afraid of death, but when it really came, he felt unprecedented peace.

However, before the researcher took his life, a bullet pierced through the air, released a transparent shock wave, and shattered the chip held in the opponent's hand at an extremely delicate angle, and then pierced into his heart sharply, breaking his ribs , Break through the lung lobes.

The pain came so suddenly and intensely that Xia Shu was overwhelmed by the impact of the bullet, and the researcher's shot almost missed his outline.

The opponent was about the same height as him, and he shrank behind him and used him to block the gun before. This blow made the scene instantly open.

It seemed to be another shot, the researcher let out a short and dull sound from his throat, and fell down.

Xia Shu's cheeks were splashed with warm blood, and he had no time to feel it. He wanted to raise his hand to cover the wound, but was restrained by handcuffs.

His lips moved, every inhalation and exhalation would bring intense pain.

But Xia Shu still had the energy to laugh at himself. For example, before losing consciousness, he was still thinking that this sniper was really superb.

——The shooter was Qin Bar.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness fell into the sea.

……

Six hundred yards away, inside the helicopter.

"That gentleman meant to kill him and destroy the chip." Rum held up the binoculars, "Oh? He took Natsuki Hojo as a hostage."

The wind gauge was placed under the support of the sniper rifle, and the numbers and signs representing the wind direction were changing. It was a sunny and windy day.

Gin looked at the kidnapped young man through the eyepiece.

The wind lifted his thick and soft black hair, revealing a smooth and full forehead.

"Since the Laplace demon has stopped, then he is useless, let's kill it." Rum looked over with great interest, his malicious smile almost cracking his mouth: "Or, Gin, are you reluctant?"

Gin didn't change his face, and fell into a state of extreme concentration. Light, dust, and changing wind directions, all of them were intertwined and merged into a whole at his disposal in his mind.

And he stared hard at Natsuki in the eyepiece, his eyes were fierce and focused, almost piercing through six hundred yards of air into his flesh.

"It doesn't matter if you are reluctant, after all, you are Gin, of course you have..."

Rum was still chattering eccentrically behind him.

Dilemma.

Boss and Rum had already suspected that Gin stopped the Laplace demon out of selfishness, which was a very dangerous signal for the organization.

Gin must be ruthless and decisive, dedicate his whole personality and all his loyalty, sweep everything for the organization, and be invincible for the organization.

How can a knife have a will of its own?

Kurosawa can.

Gin can't.

Kurosawa Jin was born in the other world. He was playing with knives at the age of a normal child playing. To him, darkness is like the ocean to sharks. He is rooted here and can only survive here.

Sharks can't leave the ocean, and TopKiller can't be weak and hesitant to hurt Natsuki Hojo.

He should have killed those two men immediately, as decisively as he usually dealt with traitors, one shot at a time.

Gin made his decision.

The moment the wind stopped, his eyes froze, he held his breath, and the bullet shot out.

Two shots, one shot shattered the chip and hit Hojo Natsuki's heart, and the other shot penetrated the researcher's nose and crushed the brain.

The smile on Rum's face suddenly stopped. He had observed the relationship between the two of them for a long time, and thought he had grasped Gin's fate, but the other party shot so decisively at this time, which is enough to prove that his previous guess was probably a misunderstanding .Or maybe it is true, but Gin will not be shaken by anything, he feels miscalculated, but also feels inexplicably relieved

He raised the binoculars to look at the situation again, and found that Hojo Natsuki's chest was still heaving weakly. He pressed the headset and ordered the research institute staff to rescue him.

"Do your best to keep him alive." Rum said solemnly, "He's still useful."

Rum clicked his tongue, and suddenly felt a little miscalculated.

He had glimpsed the precision and greatness of the [Laplace Demon] in an accident many years ago, so he never forgot it, just to test the gin and lose a researcher who is closest to the Laplace Demon, for him, the gain outweighs the loss .

But from the standpoint of the organization, Gin gave an extremely perfect answer. He is the most invincible knife, and the tip of the knife will only move forward until the cold iron curls the edge.

No one can question the young TopKiller anymore.

Rum was trapped in annoyance, so he didn't notice Gin's slightly trembling fingers.

His expression was still calm as usual, he tilted his head to light the cigarette, and pressed down on the lighter so hard that he seemed to be venting something, his green eyes were astonishingly bright with the fire, filled with terrifying and turbulent dark emotions.

A hoarse short sentence rolled out of his throat, as if he didn't care much: "Death is death."

Rum glared at him, pressed the headset and directed something.

Until the plane landed on the roof of the research institute, Gin didn't show any abnormal mood swings. Regardless of Natsuki Hojo's rescue situation, he walked into the gate calmly and gracefully.

"An extremely cruel man." Rum looked at his back, but there was a bit of appreciation in his eyes, and he sighed hypocritically, "It's pitiful to be his lover."

……

Xia Shu was transferred to a private hospital.

He didn't know the twists and turns, such as why he was here instead of the hospital attached to the institute.

When he woke up, he looked at the unfamiliar snow-white ceiling, and he was in a daze for a while before realizing that he seemed to be alive.

Xia Shu was even a little happy: "Then my life is pretty big."

The little nurse came in to change the bottle for him: "The doctor said it's a good thing you have a small heart, otherwise you would almost die."

The injury was not very serious, with two broken ribs and a perforated lung lobe. According to the young man's physique, he could recover after three months of training.

Tell Xia Shu that he slept for two days and someone came to see him.

Xia Shu said "Oh" and asked, "Who is it?"

The little nurse gestured, it was a tall man with long silver hair.

He suppressed his smile, looked down at the indwelling needle on the back of his hand, and changed the subject: "How long can this needle be kept?"

"It can be pulled out in two or three days." The little nurse said.

Xia Shu responded softly again, and the little nurse left after changing the medicine.

He tilted his head to look out the window, the sunlight was divided into regular squares by the window lattice, the trees were tall, and the wind blew away a few cherry blossoms.

The weather was fine, but he wasn't feeling happy at all.

Xia Shu has long warned himself not to place extra expectations on Gin. His kindness and preference refer to the sand leaking from the cracks, stingy and cruel; always counting on other people's gifts to live, it will only get worse pain.

But when the facts were laid bare in front of him, it was so unacceptable that he found sufficient proof questions and the test papers were eaten by the sky-swallowing flames, and the flames sneered at Xia Shu's naive delusion.

It's Gin, the organization's TopKiller, except it's not the one he saw in his dream.

The reason of "admitting the wrong person is very disappointing" is enough to support Hojo Natsuki to continue to deceive himself; he no longer delve into the deeper disappointment, and strives to divert his attention day by day between dawn and dusk, trying to make himself happy.

Just half a month passed.

Hojo Natsuki has a good appearance and can coax girls. The nurses all like him, and they all want to talk to him a few more times while changing the medicine and making ward rounds, so they are not lonely.

Shirley came to visit him once, and she didn't know why the organization was willing to let him go, and what conditions were probably used in exchange.

Behind her were several bodyguards standing at the door of the ward, waiting for them to end their meeting and escort all the treasures of the institute back.

"It's like visiting a prison." He joked, "It's only 15 minutes away from pinching the watch."

"What are you talking about?" Shirley also smiled, and the worry on her face finally receded a bit, "Are you feeling better?"

Xia Shu nodded: "He is recovering very well, and he will be discharged from the hospital next month."

They chatted aimlessly for a while, talking about the good weather, the cherry blossoms that bloomed later than usual this year, and the spring floods.

"The next time you visit me, go to the C'est LaVie near Shibuya Obai and get a limited edition coffee flow cake." He said, "But it's also possible that I have been discharged from the hospital early? Then don't."

Shirley agreed kindly: "If I can fight for the next time, I will go."

Before leaving, she suggested hesitantly, "Xia Shu."

"Are you going to be transferred to my side?" Shirley said seriously, "I can apply to the research institute, and they should agree."

Xia Shu just smiled: "Don't worry about this."

Shirley raised her voice slightly: "But you almost died at the hands of Gin, do you still want to work for him?"

Xia Shu slowly restrained his smile.

"Thank you, Shirley." He said gently, "Go back early, I have my own ideas."

How to make a decision on this matter will always have to wait for a face-to-face discussion with Qin Jiu.Even though he actually knew that there was nothing to talk about, Gin just did what he should do in his position, so could he be expected to say 'I'm sorry' to himself?

Furthermore, since there is no way to leave the organization, there is always the risk of being wiped out, who is it different to wait for the imminent disaster?

Shirley glared at him, feeling that he was unreasonable, and left with a displeased face.

At dinner time, the nurse came to deliver his meals as usual, Xia Shu heard the friction sound of the trolley wheels and the floor from a distance, but she hesitated at the door for a while before knocking.

Tuk Tuk.

Xia Shu said, "Come in."

The little nurse turned up the table that came with the bed, helped him adjust the bed to a suitable height, put away the meals, and thoughtfully took apart the disposable chopsticks.

But instead of greeting and chatting a few words as usual, he left in a hurry after finishing all this.

Xia Shu picked up the chopsticks, sighed, and put them down again.

He got out of bed, without shoes, and walked to the door barefoot.

His hand was on the door, as if he wanted to listen to another person's heartbeat with his palm through the door.

Natsuki knew who was there.

The metal doorknob was as cold as the river, he thought for a while, and decided not to drag his unhealed body across.

But just as he was about to leave, Gin opened his mouth and broke the well-known silence.

"It's cold on the ground," he said.

Xia Shu walked to the bed and sat down, and the door was finally pushed open.

He looked at Gin, and the other party met his gaze without changing his expression. He still had the cold and plain expression, and the windbreaker was neatly cut.

Gin asked, "How is your recovery?"

Xia Shu wanted to sit cross-legged back on the bed, but a little disgusted that he had just stepped on the floor, and picked up the chopsticks in a weird sideways posture.

He said vaguely, "It's okay."

So there was nothing to say, the air was filled with the unique moisture of spring, and the vocal cords of the two were gently eaten away.

The setting sun obliquely broke into the half-open window frame, barely stopping in front of Gin's leather boots, dividing the ward into half-light and half-darkness precisely.

Xia Shu could still feel the residual sunlight on his back, while Gin was half-closed against the door, completely submerged in the shadow of the deep sea.

"You seem like a killer who came to take my life." He couldn't help laughing, "After I finish my last meal, send me on my way."

Gin didn't answer.

Xia Shu was suddenly surprised by his own idea, he asked: "...Is that so? Then I want to eat another piece of cake, can you please fulfill my last wish by the way?"

He swore that he didn't mean to be provocative at all, but just stated a fact that couldn't be simpler and more intuitive. However, Gin seemed to be suddenly irritated, his green eyes were beating with a gloomy light, and his eyes were fiercely nailed to his face.

Xia Shu was startled, and immediately lowered his head to eat, pretending to be very focused.

Qin Jiu walked towards him, pinched Xia Shu's chin, and forced him to raise his head to look at him, with such strength that he frowned in pain.

Xia Shu swallowed the tofu with difficulty and complained, "Don't pinch me, it hurts."

Qin Jiu's eyes were fixed, and a few words rolled out of his throat: "You are afraid of me."

There was a hint of disbelief in his angry expression, like a lion that was suddenly attacked and bared its teeth in pain.

Xia Shu was startled, and asked softly: "...Shouldn't I be afraid of you?"

The man's fingers exerted force subconsciously again, almost pinching his jaw until it creaked; Xia Shu stopped begging for mercy, and met his gaze without any retreat, his eyes were covered with a layer of physical pain because of the pain caused by the other party. Sexual water light.

This overwhelming confrontation ended with Gin giving in. He took the lead to look away and let go.

When Xia Shu didn't take the initiative to find a topic, they really had nothing to talk about.

Half of the physical tears she stored were for the sake of completing a certain mission, and she refused to retreat easily, faltering on the edge of her eyelids; Xia Shu immediately lowered her head and picked up the chopsticks, and tears fell into the miso soup.

He finished his meal with difficulty, and then actively faced the wall like a child who was punished by the teacher, refusing to watch the gin again.

I don't know how long it took, but the other party left.

Xia Shu was a little sad, but inexplicably relieved.

Gin should not be the person he knew, which made him have some expectations for the future; that person promised "will not hurt you", Xia Shu can't remember the original sentence, it is roughly like this mean.

He lightly touched the gauze-wrapped left chest, which was a little itchy, indicating that new flesh was growing from the wound.It's not dead, the wound will always heal.

No matter how painful it is, it is short-lived, but the memory is long.

……

When the little nurse came to collect the lunch box, she found that there was still a silver-haired man sitting at the door, wearing a knee-length black windbreaker, with a high nose, a superior mixed-race face, and always surrounded by indifference and heaviness.It was he who sent Xia Shujun to the hospital, and he signed the informed consent form before the operation.

At that time, he paused at the tip of his pen and signed the surname named 'Heize' in a fluttering manner.

He comes almost every day, but doesn't go in, just sits at the door of the ward for a while; he is used to silence, just like this moment.

People can't help but wonder, what is he thinking?

……

Gin was thinking about things that were far away to him. He always selectively forgot some unimportant things, including but not limited to the faces of famous people. In this regard, he always treated the mice equally and was very fair.

Occasionally, he would be too fair and push others over himself. He had to think for a few seconds before he remembered that his name was Kurosawa.

Gin never does meaningless things, but Kurosawa does.

Kurosawa broke Natsuki's earrings and bruised his earlobe, and promised in a low voice amidst half-truths and half-truths of complaints and coquettishness.

"It won't happen again."

"I promise."

A liar will swallow a thousand needles.