Late autumn

When I returned to the residence from Zhuxing, Gin was sitting on the sofa drinking. "Really, you're still drinking when you're injured. Where's the medicine kit? I'll bandage it for you." I said to him while changing my shoes.

"No. I've already dealt with it myself." His voice was still indifferent.

I smiled from the bottom of my heart, if it is really you, you still refuse to let others see your weakness as usual.You really haven't changed all these years.

"You let him go?" he asked.

"Yes."

He laughed, "I really kept a disaster around me. How do you think I should punish you?"

When I looked into his eyes, there was no murderous look, just a trace of helplessness and loneliness.For a moment, my heart was touched by something, and I remembered what I thought of him when I first met him, a person who pretended to be lonely with aloofness.Yes, we are all human.

"Sit down and have a drink with me." Seeing that I was silent, he found a cup for me.

I saw that the wine on the table was Port, which was the color of blood under the faint light.Suddenly, an unspeakable feeling arose in my heart. Port's kind smiling face came back to my eyes, as well as his dying words. All kinds of memories tortured my conscience, why, why did I come back to him?The person in front of me killed my dearest sister, took away my happiness, ended the life of my research partner, and trampled on my belief in science and nature.Why, why on earth should I come back to him?To avenge killing him?But I didn't do it.In order to continue to entangle with him?But how is this kind of person worth it!Laughing secretly, how many nights did he repeat the same mistakes when he returned to the organization?Are you drunk with a few love words from him at night?Do you believe his tenderness in obsession?Have you started to waver again after only a few months of getting along with him?It's really useless.

Thinking of this, I raised my head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The blood-red liquid flowed down my neck without wiping it off.I put the wine glass on the wine table and poured another glass.

"That's not how you drink low-alcohol wine." He swayed the dark red liquid in the glass and said in a low voice. I turned my head to him, but he didn't look at me, and seemed to be mumbling into the wine glass.

"Actually, I should have thought of it earlier. The brewing of Sherry and Port is very similar. They are both sweet wines. You are the same kind of people."

I don't understand his intentions, but I don't want to ask, what if I ask, so what if I don't ask, the road is dark and long, and I can't see the front.

When I saw the stars reappearing in my life today, my already tangled heart was turbulent again. I was in the crack of the canyon, with day on the left and night on the right. I don’t want to live in the darkness, I want to run to the sun , but no matter how hard you struggle, you can't integrate into the white world, because my appearance will bring dirty blood to that pure world.So I helplessly looked to the side of the night, a tall man with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he merged with the night, smiled and said to me: "Welcome back." I was panicked and let go when I couldn't make a choice. Let yourself fall into the abyss and be smashed to pieces.

He went straight to the wine cabinet, found a bottle of 60-degree vodka, and poured it straight down, only to feel a splitting headache.He came to me, and I naturally leaned on him, tired, really tired.I thought, if you want to get drunk, let’s get really drunk, and when you’re drunk, you can fall into a deep sleep without thinking about anything... I raised my head and drank another glass.

It is said that one speaks the truth after drinking, but in fact, it is just to use the drunkenness to say something that is usually hidden in the heart... I poured a third cup and drank it down. I rarely drink like this. The fire was burning, and I had a headache. I reached out to help, but he pulled me into his arms.Domineering, powerful.

"Stop making trouble." He scolded. "Say what you have, don't torture yourself like this." His embrace was still so firm and reliable.I can't resist the warmth.He let himself sink and fall.

"Gin," I could hear my voice trembling, "can you stop doing this, can you stop going on, it will only bring pain to more people..."

He whispered in my ear, "Sherry, it's not your fault..."

"Yeah, but whose fault is that... I hated you and Zhu Xing at first, but then I hated the existence of the organization, and why I didn't have the ability to protect her... Now, I don't know who to hate... ...Gin, I'm so tired, really tired...I'm already, I can't go on anymore..." My body fell slowly, he picked me up horizontally, and walked into the bedroom, I was dizzy.I only know that his embrace is my attachment, and I am obsessed with this piece of warmth and do not want to let go.

Lingering tonight.

When it was dawn again, he had already left, leaving the room full of cold air.Dressed up and walked to the window, opened the thick curtains, dazzled by the bright white color outside the window, it was snowing.

Looking at the empty surroundings covered with snow, pure without any impurities.If only my mood at this time could be as peaceful and elegant as this snow scene, but unfortunately, I can never go back.

Too many things happened yesterday, and the excitement has already left calm and rationality behind.Why did he take out the Port wine for no reason yesterday, when he was lingering, he whispered in my ear: "Don't betray me again."

Considering these together, do they already know?

Yes, the research material that the organization values ​​the most is in my hands.After that torture, before moving to Gin's villa, I went back to my apartment to pack my things, and found the unidentified courier and pen from half a month ago.After careful inspection, I found a very small chip on the bottom of the pen cap, and Port gave me that document before he died.

I have hidden it very well these years, even if I did not carry the chip when I escaped from the organization, it was not found by the organization.Is it going to be exposed?

He walked down the stairs full of thoughts, opened the door, and saw Vodka there.

When he saw me coming out, he seemed to be frightened and flustered, he hesitated for a long time before recovering, "That... big, big brother asked me to take you to the organization."

I get in the car and he turns on the engine. "Do you know why he picked me up?" I asked casually.

"I don't know. It seems to be related to the old researcher who was dealt with by the elder brother a few years ago. It was the one named Port. Although the organization couldn't find that document, they discovered through system tracking that the research document before his death had recently been stolen. Traces of activation."

"Oh." I pretended to be nonchalant, and secretly screamed in my heart that something was wrong.

After thinking about it, the car has already parked downstairs in the organization.I followed Vodka upstairs, and when I entered a room, I saw Gin, and he returned to his usual death-like expression.I saw the two men behind him were tied to the frame, their upper body was naked, the bloodstains of the whipping were condensed on their bodies, they both lowered their heads and panted, it seemed that they had been tortured.Looking into his eyes with a smile, I have prepared for the worst.

"Do you know these two people?" Gin walked up to me and asked.

"I don't know." I replied.

My heart turned cold, this is the man in front of me, who could give you tenderness last night, but this morning he took you into the Shura field.Helpless, knowing that he will be like this, but still unwilling to let go, I have laughed at those women in love who are desperate for love, and now I have become like this.

"Then let me introduce you." He led me to them. "This person is code-named Liqueur, and he was the scientist responsible for the physics part of your previous project." He took me to another person, "This person is called Maccalan, and he is also a member of that mysterious research team, plus Sherry, you, plus Go to Port, and you're all set."

When the name "Sherry" was heard, the man named Liqueur visibly moved, raised his head to look at me with difficulty, and then lowered his head.

"What did you bring me here for?" I asked Gin.

There was an incomprehensible light in his eyes, "Find that document."

I laughed, "The organization is really persistent."

Gin took me a little farther away, and then ordered his men to continue.

The house was filled with miserable wailing.I frowned, "Are you bringing me to watch the sentence?"

"If you hadn't passed the organization's review before, I'm afraid at this time..."

"I'm afraid I'm there, too, right?" I interrupted, and continued.

He smiled, "Then, do you know where that document is?"

I sneered in my heart, you still don't understand me.

"I don't know." The answer was straightforward.

He gazed into my eyes, and I gazed into his.

"Forgive me, the information is really not with me. Maybe it's at Sherry's, maybe it's at Liqueur's, maybe Port didn't leave any information at all." Maccalan's mournful voice came from a distance, with a crying voice.I disdain, look behind, that Liqueur lowered his head and didn't make any sound.

No one paid any attention to Maccalan's words, he should have been ignorant, otherwise he wouldn't have guessed at this moment. Gin seemed impatient and killed Maccalan with a single bullet.He stepped forward and I followed behind him.Suddenly, a huge force encircled my neck, and instantly everyone in the room pointed their guns at me.I was held hostage by Liqueur.

He increased the strength of his arm and said to Gin: "Everyone in the organization knows that you have an unusual relationship with her. Now that she is in my hands, let me go quickly. I will guarantee her safety, otherwise..."

I looked at the person opposite, this is a familiar scene.

Before he could finish his sentence, Gin raised his hand and shot, the strength that made me almost suffocate suddenly disappeared.Such a precise marksmanship, but within an inch, it hit him directly between the eyebrows without hurting me at all.

I followed Gin out of this room, and heard the person cleaning up the scene behind me muttering in a low voice: "Zechuan is really crazy, he can't control himself..."

It turned out that he was Zechuan, the same Zechuan that Port had mentioned before his death.

Coming out of the gloomy and bloody room, I walked alone on the snow-covered street, dotted with black and dry branches. It seemed that there were only two colors left in the world, black and white. The foggy weather was as depressing as my state of mind at this time.

Maybe he knew he was going to die.I clearly felt that the moment the person behind me fell down, something was stuffed into my pocket.

A note, a chip.

"You and I have half of the information in our hands. Only when they are combined is a complete information. I choose to believe in you like Port. I must protect the information from being used by the organization, remember!"

The chip in the hand is very thin, and it seems that a gust of wind can easily blow it away.At this moment, this chip is like a heavy burden on my heart, heavy and uncomfortable.

One document, two chips, three lives.I have sacrificed too much along the way, and the people around me fell down one by one, leaving me alone to hold up the whole sky.

The gale winds in the cold winter made my face hurt like a knife...