i have a date with leader jae

Everyone finally saw the true face of the young man in white who came down from the piano seat.

He has soft black hair that is half-length and not short, and has a handsome appearance, but his complexion is so pale that it is almost transparent, and he exhales a cold breath, which is as light as a wisp of wind and snow blowing from Siberia.

Beauty and fragility coexist in this slender body, and everything coincides with the fairy tale-like picture in memory.

At this moment, his steps are light and slow, but with each step, the sound of footsteps with sharp blades stepped on Shuangye's heart, making the softness there a hundred times slower.

Seeing this young man appearing on the stage, Bai Lan in the crowd rarely restrained her usual smiling brows, revealing a trace of displeasure in her expression.

"Mouse..." He was not surprised that this person appeared on the stage, and he called out the name half-disgustedly.

Zetian next door couldn't help but frowned when he heard the words: "...is it him?"

Ordinary people may not know the details of this man, but the upper-class figures in the other world know very well about this man——Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky, that is, " Who is the leader of the "Rat of the House of Death"?

This man's ability to collect information is exceptionally outstanding, as long as there is information, he can basically be found there.

Not to mention, Dazai who had met him once.

""Devil"... huh. Dazai standing beside Shimoba's eyes darkened, put his thumb against the edge of his lips, and said this special name in a very low voice.

And this sound seemed to disturb Shuangye's dream, her consciousness was difficult to get out of the dream catcher, and she looked at the young man in white who was slowly walking in front of her as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"Fei Jia..."

The temperature when the name came out of my lips was really cold.

It wasn't until the moment we met again that I realized that some things couldn't be as decisive as what I said over the phone before.

The huge emotions overturned in the subconscious made her sway like a sleepwalker.

Tuosi just stood not far away, staring at her figure quietly with those deep amethyst-like pupils as before.

He said: "For the game of 'Russian Roulette', I, your former lover, should be the most suitable person to accompany you, right?"

When these words were said, the crowd immediately caused an uproar: "They used to be... lovers?"

As a result, some malicious sizing eyes changed, and they focused on the two people in the middle of the Hong Kong and black side.

The confrontation between the predecessor and the current one immediately raised the level of fun to more than one level.

However, as the subject of the topic, Shuang Ye, she couldn't sort out her current thoughts in time, and those scars that hadn't yet healed reminded her again that she was still suffering from the pain caused by the death.

The reason why he appeared here was part of the plan, or...

Recalling the last words that Tuosi had given up on the phone before, Shuangye felt that the frozen soil in her heart began to gradually collapse.

Sensing that her emotions were not right, the hand grasped behind her gently pulled her: "Little Shuangye...?"

Shimoba turned her head, and Dazai's faintly worried face came into view.

The softness that hit at that moment successfully made her brain regain the so-called rationality.

She squeezed the palm of her lovely wife Zai, and signaled him decisively not to come forward, then readjusted her breathing, and met her ex-boyfriend's eyes.

No matter what, since he is on the opposite side, even for Dazai, she needs to make a settlement with this man here.

"I'm too lazy to find out why you are here. Since you said such a thing, it means that you are going to replace Francis and the others?"

So the well-meaning Russian heard the words and turned to look at the host behind him who was resting his forehand on his chin in deep thought.

"How do you feel, Fitz?"

Although Fitzgerald was a little surprised by his appearance, it can be said that he hit the right spot at this joint and solved his tangled problem.

Seeing that someone volunteered to take the position of the gambler, coupled with his trust in the strength of the 'devil man', he was naturally happy to give up this opportunity, so he raised his hand heartily and said: "Of course, I believe that 'my ally' will definitely It will bring me victory.”

With that said, there is no way out for this cruel gambling game.

The waiter quickly cleared out a clean gambling table in the middle of the scene. People on both sides stood opposite each other, and those who wanted to see the current situation clearly or maintain neutrality stood on both sides to watch.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shuangye threw out the clip of her revolver, and stuffed real bullets into the magazine slot one by one.

One, two, three... a total of five, leaving only the hollow hole of the only one.

It is only one-sixth of the vitality.

Close the magazine and turn the wheel clockwise for several weeks. The sound of the rattling wheel is like a saw cutting in everyone's heart.

Everyone held their breath subconsciously. At this moment, it seemed that even the sound of swallowing saliva in their throats was constantly amplifying and echoing in their minds.

After doing all this, Shuang Ye didn't care if it would go off, and directly threw the gun into the center of the gambling table, raised her eyes and asked the young man in white who was opposite her with no emotions.

"are you ready?"

Maybe it's because of the presence of outsiders, or maybe it's because a certain side is only willing to bloom to a certain talent, but there is no obvious emotion fluctuating due to confrontation with her on Tosi's face.This handsome young man just gently pressed his thumb to the center of his lips, then raised his eyes to look at Shuangye, and there was silence in his magnificent purple eyes.

"In front of you, I wouldn't say the word 'regret'. "

Even a depressing death can speak so beautifully in the mouth of this martyr-style idealist.However, these words made Shuang Ye inexplicably furious, and her brows turned cold: "Then why don't you just admit defeat here, how easy is it?"

But everyone knew that this condition could not be established since he stood here.

Tuo Si, who skipped the provocation, was silent for a while, and then opened his lips again to propose a new condition: "However, I want to modify the rules... The action mode of the game participants is replaced by 'take turns aiming at each other's heads. How about shootin'?"

Generally speaking, the rules of the Russian roulette game require participants to take turns pointing the gun at their heads and pulling the trigger.If they were shot and died, they would naturally withdraw on the spot. If they were shot empty, they would continue until the last one left became the winner.In doing so, he changed the point of view of "suicide" into a more intense "homicide".

The crowd was faintly excited.

Shuangye stared at him fixedly, and uttered a cold sentence: "I'm worried that I'm cheating, so just say it."

As a killer in the past, her understanding of gun parts is far beyond ordinary people's proficiency. It is not surprising that she can guess when the bullet will be released from the chamber just by the sound and the process of filling the ammunition.

But Tuosi did not give any explanation for this, only drooping his eyes with a slight arc that seemed to be nothing.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who vaguely felt something was wrong, was hiding among the onlookers, and couldn't help but worriedly said to the white-haired young man beside him: "Bai Lan...are you really going to stop it?"

That was his past lover——

Zetian, who was standing on the opposite side, could see their past clearly.Moreover, according to Zetian's super intuition, he may not let go of the previous relationship at all.

However, Bai Lan did not perform as expected at this time.His expression tended to be expressionless, and his long and narrow light purple eyes slowly opened, taking in everything in front of him indifferently.

"It's not time to make a move yet." Bai Lan paused, and then said again: "And here, there is naturally someone who is more anxious."

Without him specifically explaining, Zetian can probably understand who he is referring to——

The black-haired young man standing next to his lover was holding one side of the woman's soft waist with one hand, gently half-embracing her in his arms, as if he wanted to give her strength with this kind of warmth.At the same time, the intimacy between the lovers, which is beyond anyone's beak at present, also inadvertently reveals the meaning of his exclusive ownership of the lovers.

After gently grasping Shimoba's relaxed waist, Dazai raised his eyes straight to look at the young man ahead, the right eye was clearly smiling outside the bandage, but inside it was calm as if a storm was brewing.

He only asks one question: "How is the order determined?"

Tuosi, who saw Dazai's intimate movements, slowly restrained the expression on his face. He didn't want to talk to him, but turned his eyes to look at the waiters around him.

"Throw the international carousel, the one with the higher number will be shot first."

Following Fitzgerald's signal, the waiter quickly brought a roulette made of precious cherry wood.

Roulette | Roulette is a very popular and common gambling method in casinos. The roulette wheel consists of two parts, the wheel and the bet pattern. The middle is raised, and there are generally 38 random numbers on the edge to form a circle.Zhuang He beats beads to the side of the spinning wheel with his own hands, and the number in the grid where the beads finally land will be the winning number of the spin wheel.

In order to prove fairness, the bead beating was carried out by the participants of the game on their own initiative.

The turntable turned rapidly, and Tuo Si casually threw out the steel ball in his hand. After several twists and turns, the ball landed on a space.

17.

A moderate number.

This time, everyone focused their attention on the bead thrower behind him.

But Shuangye didn't choose to throw away the destiny choice in her hand at this moment, she spread her pale palm, stared at the bead in her hand for a moment, then turned her head and asked Dazai: "Do you trust me?"

Dazai, who was staring intently at her side face, met her eyes in this sentence, and there seemed to be some kind of emotion strongly glued here, and then he slowly, little by little, opened the color in his kite eyes :"Ok."

Shiroba's frosty face couldn't help but brighten, she kissed the bead in her hand, and then solemnly handed it over to Dazai: "Then I also believe in you, I believe that the god of luck will take care of you .”

Even if no one in this world would believe it, and even he himself had acquiesced in the past that luck never came to him, she would trust him unconditionally like this——

her lover.

Dazai stared fixedly at her face, at this moment, as if he was looking at the boundary between heaven and reason.

After a long while, he lowered his head, and with the same smile, he pressed the beads to his lips and kissed devoutly: "Okay."

In the next second, he threw the steel ball into the turntable of fate, rolling continuously on the vertical bar raised by the flashing number grid.

Time seems to be stretched infinitely long at this time, but no matter how long the time is, there is also a moment to usher in the end.

When everyone saw which number the beads finally stayed on, there was a burst of ridicule from the crowd: "Hahahahaha...it's actually 3! How dare you say that the god of luck is favoring you like this!"

The boundless malice, ridicule, pity, and schadenfreude turned into hideous and ugly spikes at this moment, piercing the two people on one side of the gambling table.

But no matter it was Dazai or Shimoba, at this moment surrounded by malice, there were no waves on their expressions, their eyes were calm and cold.It seems that as far as this result is concerned, there is no way to shake the hard gold heart in their chests that accompany each other.

Soon, without any explanation from the two of them, the Gang Hei queue standing behind fired dozens of shots at the ceiling, bursting countless light tubes, suppressing this wave of ridicule with a strong and irresistible gesture.

"Laugh again, I will be the first to kill you and throw you into the sea to feed the fish—"

The iron-blooded and ruthless style of the port mafia immediately silenced some villains who dared not show off.

Seeing his cruise ship being shot rudely, Fitzgerald didn't show any signs of distress, and clapped his hands to calm everyone down.

"Okay, let's calm down and appreciate the beauty of this game slowly."

So those guys who dared not speak out had no choice but to turn this offended anger into a playful look, and cast them on the two people in the center of the gambling table.

"What's the use of arrogance now, the first shot will blow your woman's head off..." Someone secretly gritted their teeth in their hearts.

There is only one reason why everyone is so confident: that is, everyone knows that in this crazy gamble with only one-sixth survival rate, the person who goes first has an excellent advantage.

Desire for violence and gore is always a theorem that this dark human being is happy to see.At this moment, they looked like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves watching the unkilled livestock in the fence, with cruel expressions on their eyes.

The world is always full of sins and filth. Tosi had understood this fact a long time ago. He was bathed in such viscous sight at this moment, and picked up the gun on the gambling table.

The outer casing is painted with a special silver paint that cuts off the capture of the elements. It is something he has known since the days of living with Frostleaf, and it belongs to her favorite gun.

Quietly watching the shape of the gun in his hand, Tuo Si suddenly asked Shuang Ye: "Have you really decided to participate in this game?"

There is no doubt that he is giving out the last way out.

But Shuangye didn't intend to appreciate it, and said coldly, "Shoot, Fei Jia."

Shoot and cut off everything with her.

For some reason, the weak young man with a handsome face stroked the body of the gun slowly for a long time, probably thinking about something from the past that cannot be recalled.

Then, he finally aimed the gun firmly in the direction between her eyebrows.

With calm eyes, he pressed the trigger without hesitation.

click.

It's an empty gun.

"Ah."

Dazai curled his lips into a smile, and now it was the turn of the people around him to stop laughing.

——The god of luck really favored the opposite party? !

"...Ju, it's actually an empty gun?" Under such an extremely strong reversal, someone spoke in shock: "Doesn't that mean..."

Doesn't it mean that Dostoevsky will surely die if he shoots the next shot? !

Even Fitzgerald frowned for a moment: "Dostoevsky..."

He does not allow himself to see failure.

But facing the dissatisfied eyes of his allies and the surprised and uncertain gazes of the people around him, Dosi was in the predicament of this extreme reversal of the situation, but he pushed the gun back to the table of his former lover very calmly.

"It's your turn, Shuangye."

—Does he really know what he is talking about!The only chance of survival has been completely deprived, the gun is full of bullets now!

Everyone's hearts are full of disbelief at this moment.

What kind of mood this person is now, and what he is thinking about, seems to be a whirl in an abyss, which makes them completely unable to see through and guess.

But Shuang Ye, who was standing opposite her ex-boyfriend, had an unattractive expression on her face at this moment.

She couldn't laugh at all.

Shuangye picked up the revolver on the gaming table, feeling that her wrist was about to be crushed by the heavy iron at this moment.The fact that the judgment of fate was in her hands not only did not make her feel relaxed, but it made her feel heavier.

"...You did it on purpose, you deliberately handed over the right to choose to me." Only Shuang Ye squeezed out a voice from between her lips.

Perhaps she didn't even know that the voice she spoke at this time was filled with fragmented pain.

Facing her questioning, Tosi shattered all her luck with just a plain sentence: "You want me to make a 'choice' for you first, don't you?"

Maybe this conversation will make other people confused, but the two people in the center of the whirlpool understand what it means.

At this moment, she seemed to be hiding in the conch shell, and the voices in her ears were all blocked by the thick shell, making it difficult to distinguish.

Why, he is always like this.

You can see through all the secrets of other people's hearts at a glance.

Obviously there was no emotion at the beginning, he just used it, but he is still cruelly bewitching himself with that mysterious warmth...

With that sad tenderness.

"Let's do it. Aren't you standing here for the man behind you?" The young man in white who brought all the ice and snow in those old memories gently opened and closed his white lips here, reminding her .

——If you don't do it, the game won't end.

And she would lose without a fight, personally ruining the victory that was handed over to her.

This is probably the script written by the man Dostoevsky.

He doesn't show his face, but he manipulates people's hearts with malice. He is both a god and a devil. He brutally destroys people on the psychological level and knocks them into the abyss on the other side.

Even if he misses the shot here, will he be merciful in the next shot, or will he just take his life away?

Shuang Ye didn't dare to imagine that this crazy gamble involving their lives had already pushed the two of them to a dead end.

The disgusting air permeated the surroundings, and the heat from the palms of the waist separated by the cloth made her back dripping with sweat. If she could control herself to look at the people beside her at this time, maybe she could learn something for her. To some courage.

But forgive Shuangye for being so weak that she can't even turn her head, so she can only force herself to raise the gun here, aiming the black muzzle at the man in front of her.

But no matter how you aim the sight, you can't aim it right, and your breathing can't help but become disordered due to anxiety. What fills your ears is the noisy and surging tide sound from the conch shell that overflows the top of your head.

The rustling of the waves was so loud that it caused a splitting headache.

At this moment, some two diametrically opposed emotions seemed to tear her entire soul in two, and in this blurred field of vision, the face of the young man with half-long soft black hair in front of her suddenly became clear.

He smiled slightly.

The easy-going gesture seems to say: 'Look, you are still reluctant to kill me'.

But everyone in the room knew that what he said here was clearly not this sentence, but...

"Shuangye, I actually finished writing the full name on those one hundred pages."

The well-built copper wall and iron wall around the heart were smashed in these words, and there was a bang gunshot, and the bullet escaped at this moment.

At the moment when bleeding flowers bloomed in the field of vision, a memory inexplicably flashed in Shuangye's mind.

It was when she casually mentioned to Tuo Si that she had written a story in a certain book, and the hero at the end of the story was very similar to him.

Tuosi asked, can you share with him what the story is.

So she casually took a blank piece of paper from the desk, and briefly summarized a few paragraphs of the story on it.

Then I added a paragraph of text to the continuation of the original story on a whim, smiled, picked it up and showed it to Tuosi——

[So dear Mr. Fei Jia, I was lucky enough to meet a Siberian fairy, and I would like to gaze at your heart with an eternal soul in return, even though the night will be lonely in the future, and the day will be like a fire. 】

And now it's all broken.

Just when Shuangye was staggering and about to fall to the edge of the world, her waist suddenly tightened, and the person who was always by her side held her hand holding the gun and took it back cherishingly.

The voice from outside the dream came softly to her ears: "Alright, little Shuangye, let's call it a day."

Dazai hugged Shimoha behind him, accepting her sorrow completely.