Gin, he ran away with Mr.

It's raining.

The gray sky, the gloomy clouds, and the fine rain fell obliquely on the ground, splashing a lot of dust.

Akira Kurosawa was walking in the cemetery wearing a black windbreaker and holding a black umbrella with one hand.

The steles stand in the cemetery, and the gray and white photos are all people who have pressed the pause button in their lives.

He stopped in front of a stone monument.

It stood in the most conspicuous position, but it was the only one with no name, no photo, and only a blank stone tablet.

Today is the anniversary of that person's death.

On this day last year, he did not come because of amnesia.Because there are grave guards in the cemetery who come to clean it from time to time, the front of the stele is still clean, and there are no weeds growing as expected.

He turned to look outside the cemetery.

From here, you can see the entire sea of ​​Kanagawa.

Even the sea on a rainy day is still such a magnificent scene.

Very beautiful.

Kurosawa took out a bottle of Spirytus from his backpack, poured half of it in front of the grave, and drank the other half by himself.The high-purity alcohol immediately burned into his mouth like a flame passing by, stimulating his senses.

He came every year, but never said a word in front of the grave.Even after so many years and so many things happened, he never said a word.

Because he knew, the man couldn't hear.

This is a cloak mound.

That day, he watched the man die in his arms with his own eyes.It was also that day that he watched his comrades take his body away with his own eyes.It was that day that he personally went to the officer to beg, at least for him to take that man home.

The officer said that a Molotov cocktail hit the barracks, leaving no bones of the man.

He never saw the man again.

After the war, he founded the Black Organization, came to Kanagawa alone, and erected this tomb.

In a blink of an eye, decades have passed.

"Could he be you?"

Kurosawa sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to caress the gullies on the stone tablet that had been eroded by years of wind and rain.Just like his heart that has already been through vicissitudes.

It is also difficult to pretend to be a young man, after all, he has lived for nearly a hundred years, so tired...

"I used to pretend to be pitiful to you when I was hurt, and you would comfort me. Now I don't even care about it even if it's just a joke..."

Akira Kurosawa simply sat on the edge of the stele, drinking wine sullenly, the raindrops hit the umbrella and slid down on his clothes.

"They all say you're dead."

Akira Kurosawa closed his eyes, and seemed to be caught in that forgotten memory in the corner again.

"He's dead. There's nothing left." That's what everyone said to him.

He believed it, and erected this tomb.

Yes, that day he watched that man die in front of his own eyes.But like a dead soul, he still stayed in this world for decades.

why?

In fact, I still have a glimmer of hope in my heart, maybe there will be a miracle?Just like that, wandering around in the world in a daze.

Behind him is the comrade-in-arms who also cannot find the meaning of existence, and in front of him is the strange world that has just ended the war.For the first time, they stepped out of the battlefield, fought around the world, and gradually established their own organization.Others gradually found the meaning of living in this world, only him, waiting alone, a person who will never come back.

At that time, how much he hoped that one day in the future, that person would suddenly appear in front of him.Then smiled and told him, I'm back, and I'm here to abide by our agreement.

The umbrella in Akira Kurosawa's hand fell to the ground at some point, and the cold raindrops wet his hair.

It rained harder and harder.

Even the chilly wind brushed past his face.

He didn't wait for the man to come back.

He has met countless people who are very similar to him.Whether it's a man, a woman, someone with long blond hair or short blond hair, they are not the ones he wants to wait for.

But one day, a little child was picked up.

The child had the same blond hair, the same dark green eyes as that person, and was also full of vigilance towards others.

Like a little wolf cub.

Akira Kurosawa suddenly laughed, and there was a trace of tenderness in the eyes that were not covered by the bandages that he didn't even notice.

He thought that the child was the same as those people he had met before, just a little similar.But it always coincides with the person in memory unintentionally.He began to feel uneasy, and he couldn't even believe his guess.

Will it be the same person?

he thought so.Because he also has the memory of his previous life, he has no doubts about the theory of reincarnation.

until......

He took two document bags from his backpack, the same two that Vermouth had given him last time.

He just sat beside the stele, looking carefully at the file bag in his hand.

After a while, he took out the lighter and lit it, and used the umbrella to cover the falling raindrops, watching the flames gradually devour the papers.

He has been able to confirm.

Qin Jiu was the person he had been looking for.

You won't admit your mistake, and it's impossible to admit your mistake.

Now he just wants that person to think of him.All he wanted was the person who shared their memories.

When can we meet again?

He seemed to be unable to figure out that person's temperament. Could it be that all this is really different from before?Can't go back to the past......

The raindrops gradually became smaller and became fine drizzle again.

He patted the dust off his body, and put the black umbrella beside the flames, then turned and left.

"Young man, why are you here this year? I remember that stone tablet. People used to visit the grave every year for decades, but no one came last year. Did something happen at home?"

The gravekeeper is also a very old grandfather with gray hair.

"It's a pity, he's old too. Although he looks young, won't he be able to come after all?" He sighed, his eyes full of regret.

"Yeah, he won't come. He won't come again."

Kurosawa smiled slightly, the rain dripped from his hair and dripped down to his cheeks.The black trench coat seemed to be fluttering with the wind, and the hem of the coat was up and down in the air.

"Because he has already waited."

The corners of his lips curled into a graceful arc, and even his eyes were full of smiles.

Won't let you run away again, Gin.

"There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road want to die."

Gin still had the usual aloof and indifferent expression, but his eyes looked inexplicably at the old Chinese doctor who was sipping tea outside the wooden house.

What was the man saying that he didn't understand?

Because of the continuous rainy days, the mountains and forests are always filled with white mist.Although the training plan has not changed, but there is always a lot of influence.Now gin can only stay in the house, waiting for the rain to die down.

"Youth Tuan, do you want to eat?"

Mojito brought out the pastry with a blank expression, and put it on the table outside the wooden house.

The old Chinese doctor immediately stood up with a smile on his face and took one.

With a light bite, the fragrance of wormwood immediately dissipates with the heat, revealing the filling of sweet bean paste inside.

"I learned it for Rum again?" Gin just took a look and knew that it was an overly sweet pastry.

Mojito finally generously gave him a slightly "contemptuous" look.

"Traditions."

Qin Jiu was naturally not interested in these sweets, and let the old Chinese doctor eat up all the green balls by himself.

"When are we leaving?"

Gin put one hand in his pocket and lit a cigarette with the other.He has never smoked a cigarette since his body became smaller, and now he has to wait until he has almost recovered before he can smoke a cigarette again.

The bitter smell of tobacco permeates between the lips and teeth, which is the familiar choking smell of smoke.

"You can leave after the remaining poison on your body is cleared." The old Chinese doctor stroked his full belly, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Remaining poison?" Gin frowned slightly, didn't the effect of the medicine only decrease?At most, it can be considered as an extraordinary ability to restore people, but that is not considered a poisonous effect.

"It's not about that drug. It's another, trickier one."

The old Chinese doctor gave him a meaningful look, but without further words, he waved his hands and walked into the room.

Mojito put away the plate, and when he saw Gin's visibly vicious eyes, "Good Heart" said, "This old Chinese doctor is not something you can afford. Only you don't know when you Poisoned."

Qin Jiu glanced at her coldly, just holding a cigarette in his mouth, stretched out the gun on the back of his hand and walked towards the forest.

When did he get other poisons?

The fine rain fell on him, and he ran fast in the forest, like a nimble cheetah.

"boom!"

The bullet rushed from the muzzle to the target at a high speed, startling a group of birds.

hit!

"Bah ah!"

There were three consecutive gunshots, all of which hit the target one by one!

The familiar gun feeling returned again, and he was still the number one killer, Gin Jiu, who even the international police couldn't do anything about.

But after leaving here, where should he go?

Return to the organization?

He didn't want to see Akira Kurosawa.

The way he looked at another person through him made him very uncomfortable.

He has not changed, but Akira Kurosawa has changed.

Without the composure of the past, he became indecisive when encountering problems, and did many unreasonable things.Could it be that just because of taking drugs, that person who has dominated the world for decades has become as childish as his appearance?

It's ridiculous.

Gin held the cigarette in his mouth, and the white smoke diffused from the corners of his lips into the air.

His handsome face became fairer than before, but the inadvertent sharpness remained unchanged.The long and narrow eyes were full of the fierceness of a hunter, as if as long as it was the prey he was eyeing, there was absolutely no way to escape.

Gradually clenched into fists with well-defined joints, and swung fiercely to the side, knocking down on the tree trunk, shaking down many small fruits.

Damn, why... he still wants to go back.

I want to tell Kurosawa Akira with my own strength.He's just Gin, the organization's number one killer.

I want to look at that person's eyes, only my appearance.

Because the only one he wants to be loyal to has always been the gentleman who can joke and touch the top of his hair when he is happy.

"Want to go back?"

This time Mojito followed him to the forest for some reason and stood not far behind him.Qin Jiu had already noticed her approach, but he didn't answer her.

"Why do you all run forward to serve such a vicious person? You too, and Rum too." She sighed, "I really don't understand what kind of ecstasy soup he poured on you." Mojito seemed helpless, turned around ready to leave.

"Whether you want to stay or not is your choice. But I hate him, even to the extreme."

After finishing speaking, she left, leaving behind a slightly lonely figure.

Qin Jiu's long silver hair hangs down beside him, covering his side face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

The author has something to say:

Akira Kurosawa: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I spend Qingming Festival alone.

Gin: There is only Obon Festival in Japan, but no Ching Ming Festival.

Akira Kurosawa: [angry] You are not in Japan, why bother about this!

[Gin silently loads the bullet]

Kurosawa: Today is the anniversary of your death, so you can't...

[Gin silently pulls the trigger]

Mojito: When you change your attitude to death, maybe you can coax the gin home.

Akira Kurosawa: [Tears welling up] Life is about dying, not dying is not life.

Mojito: Serve it right.

Is it... a Ching Ming special?Friendship notice, the next chapter Gin will return strongly, ready to beat up a certain unscrupulous leader.By the way, let's put down the advance receipt copy next door.The cuties you like can be thrown in the collection to collect dust, hahaha.

"My Dear Enemy and Lover"

Chiqin in charge, Shuanghei in deputy

Fuck and run Akai Hideichi X just want to take a gun and kill people Gin

Ever since the gentleman from the Black Organization mysteriously disappeared a year ago, only Gin, the only combat power left, was still struggling.

Not only is the Tokyo branch in chaos, but all his companions are undercover traitors, and that nasty FBI dares to keep provoking him!

Look how well that port mafia in Yokohama next door does!

Among other things, the annual salary of other people's cadres is several times his!

What!I heard that some mafia cadre ran away?

no!He also wants to quit!He quit gin!

It's just that he didn't expect that before he had time to run away, he would be entangled again by that nasty FBI!

Qin Jiu never imagined that with his so-called strength as the number one assassin in the organization, he would encounter an opponent who was equal to him!

Sniping at [-] yards, a bullet pierced through the air from a distant building, directly piercing the sniper scope in his hand!

Akai Shuichi held the gun in his hand tightly and said excitedly, "We finally meet, my dear... dear old enemy and lover..."

Akai Shuichi: Gin!Let's love and kill each other happily!

Gin: Get out.

Akai Shuichi: Gin!I can't wait to see how you look when you fail the mission!

Gin: Get out.

Akai Shuichi: Gin, I'm sorry.I will leave you forever... I hope that in the next life we ​​will no longer be enemies but just lovers...

Gin: Go... come back!

The inspiration comes from the original words of Shuichi Akai and Gin when they met each other at [-] yards.

感谢在2020-04-0416:29:41~2020-04-0608:18:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Leo; 1 bottle of Xiao Xinxin, the pig's favorite;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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