[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

The guy who calls himself a vagrant is even weirder than he imagined.

The most transcendent thing he ever did was to bandage his wound. Gin was very vigilant, and after confirming that everything was normal, he reluctantly agreed to let him take out the bullet.After all, the situation was special and he couldn't go directly to the hospital for treatment, but Kusanagi Gong accepted his reason without any objection, and even expressed the kind of pity that made Qin Jiu so angry that he wanted to draw his gun: "I can understand you... If you want to borrow money for the first time, you must do what you can..."

It seems that he regards Qin Jiu as a failed man who has been loan sharked by the underworld and has nowhere to go. Regarding this point, Qin Jiu doesn't know where to complain.But Kusanagi didn't intend to get into the core of the problem, it was easier for him to deal with it, he just found a place to lean against, the young man stared at his wound with great interest, so that he couldn't bear it anymore and wrapped his clothes in the end.

Kusanagi grabbed it.

Gin didn't have the strength to strangle him again, and he decided to let the other party go, so it was difficult to change his mind in a short time.Now the silver-haired man only hates that his hand/gun has sunk in the river, otherwise the treatment method can be simple and rude.

"open."

"Do you know how dirty the river is?" Kusanagi said righteously, "It will definitely cause infection if you stick it on the skin, and I don't have antibiotics here..."

Gin turned over, "Shut up."

"Really, and you can sleep on the bed." The young man persisted, "I won't let the patient sleep on the floor, because I saw a cockroach crawling over it yesterday."

The wound treated by the layman was aching, and Gin felt that his head was starting to ache.He even thought about it seriously for a moment. There was nothing in his clothes to prove his identity. It would be a good deal if he could throw it to him and shut up. , if you don't want me to shut you up in other ways."

Kusanagi was quiet now.

He sat back on the smooth ground a little bored, and the box containing the painkillers fell on the ground in his hand. Kusanagi was going to ask him if he needed it, but Gin probably wasn't in the mood to reply.There was only one light on in the room, and with the faint light, he could see the silver-haired man's eyebrows and eyes clearly. In the water light, he only glanced at it, but lost his life obsessively and pulled him out of the water. dragged out.

He had rarely seen men with long hair before, and Jia Lan was one of them. For some reason, he always overlapped the shadows of the two who were not similar.

Obviously it's just an illusion.

"...Hmm." Kusanagi complained like a sigh, "It seems to have picked up trouble, but no matter how troublesome it is, it doesn't matter."

He is still aware of the pros and cons. If Gin is really connected with an organization like the underworld, it is probably only a matter of time before he gets involved.Not for the romantic purpose of helping the killer in the movie, but simply wanting to experience the extraordinary way of dying - he blinked and watched the troublesome character, which was the whole reason he was willing to act like this.

Before that, let him wash his coat.

Kusanagi approached quietly, thinking he was kind.

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Gin seldom fell asleep so deeply. The Killer could fall asleep anywhere and wake up at any moment.He actually knew that Kusanagi was approaching him, and the other party was sneaky and careful for a long time, trying not to touch his wound, but it was really just to take off his clothes.Hearing the other side heaved a sigh of relief, he immediately covered him with the clean blanket he had brought.

His behavior doesn't seem to be side by side with kindness, it's more like neurotic or stupid.

But it's pointless to dwell on it, Gin let his thoughts go, and fell into a dream of nothingness again.

It should only be dawn when I wake up again, with a strange mix of smells in the air.The senses of gin are always alert, so it didn't take a while to distinguish them: the stronger one should be the smell of food, and under such circumstances, Kusanagi carried out cooking activities without any sense of crisis; The bloody smell that made his heart tense instantly, the bloody smell that he had been in close contact with countless times.

Gradually, even the smell of blood became very strong.

"Assault?" Qin Jiu muttered to himself, but quickly vetoed it himself, "No."

The door leading to the outside showed no sign of being damaged, but it was wide open, sunlight was filtering in through the wide gap, and there was no trace of blood on the floor.Gunpowder smoke, footprints, nothing, if someone has entered, it is impossible to hide the senses of the killer.Gin froze for a few seconds, and followed the bloody smell to the narrow bathroom belatedly. The door was locked, but it wasn't difficult to destroy it.

He hesitated for a while.

If there was a corpse inside, he would have to try his best to dispose of his traces; if not, he didn't even have the obligation to rescue them, they were just strangers.

However, before he could react, the doorknob had been overwhelmed and fell to the ground, and it seemed that the construction quality of the cheap apartment was not very good.

……no way.

Gin broke into the door, and it was prepared in advance that there might still be a murderer inside, but there can only be at most three in the bathroom space, and even a gun may be injured by a ricochet.He pushed open the door, and saw a layer of water flowing out along the slightly sloping ground, the inside was scorching hot and covered with white hazy mist.

The warm water still pouring from the shower had filled the bathtub, and someone was half lying in it, as if asleep.His clothes were completely soaked, only his head was still above the water, leaning against the edge of the bathtub.From the overflowing bathtub, water mixed with bright red is flowing out. The traces of red are diluted by the water, but it still emits a strong smell.

suicide?

Qin Jiu didn't think of any motive for a while, and the other party didn't look like the type who was going to commit suicide immediately.

Before he could think of the result, his body moved first, taking that icy body out of the water.The clothes were clearly covered with warm water droplets, but his skin temperature was frighteningly low.Shocking red wounds were left on both arms, like children's scribbles, traces intertwined, each showing the determination of the owner.

The blood didn't coagulate, and he didn't know what to do with the young man after he took him out. Just as Qin Jiu was about to get up, he grabbed the corner of his clothes with one hand.It can be thrown away with a little effort, but Gin didn't use much force because of his obsession with only one percent of it.

He frowned, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"..."

"Can you hear it?" Gin's tone revealed complete disgust, and he was inexplicably relieved, because although the breath was weak, it still existed, "Troublesome brat."

"..."

Kusanagi was silent, he looked half-dead, but at this moment only he knew, he wanted to roll back into the room like a carp.Fortunately, people who belonged to the gray area of ​​gin would definitely not call the police or send him to the hospital easily, otherwise he might have to enter the research institute when the wound that started to heal was discovered later.

Taking advantage of the gin not moving, he begged weakly: "Give me, just give me the medicine box—"

"..."

"Aren't my acting skills not very good?" Kusanagi murmured, closing his eyes, pulling himself up and turning over with all his strength, "Why don't you put me back, don't worry, I won't reveal any information about you when I'm dead. .”

The blood is still dripping mixed with the bead on the surface of the skin, but it will be better in about 5 minutes.Gin didn't make a sound anymore, Kusanagi almost thought he was going to walk away, but was almost hit by the medical box that fell from the sky.He just used this thing to bandage Gin yesterday, and he didn't expect the other party to find the exact location so quickly.

"..." Kusanagi sighed, and slowly reached out to touch the lock on the box, he found that his hands were trembling, "I have prepared breakfast, the kind that is not poisoned, if you need it, you can make it yourself." Pick."

He wound the bandage indiscriminately, but he just wanted to cover the growing wound as soon as possible.

Gin didn't answer.

Rather, he couldn't understand it. He couldn't even understand it himself now. Saving people was meaningless. It could only be attributed to not wanting to expose his whereabouts.There are people who want to die everywhere, and Kusanagi is the weirdest one he has ever met.Usually, those who begged him to kill themselves were either the weak who thought that their sacrifice would save everything, or the desperate heroes, but Kusanagi was different.

There is no light in his eyes, and death itself seems like a meaningless activity.

There is only food for one person on the table, and it can be seen that the other party is even ready to attempt suicide.Is this what young people do today?For the first time, Gin had some doubts in his heart. He saw Kusanagi staggered and fell on the chair, and looked at him seriously: "It's really not poisonous."

In order to show his sincerity, Kusanagi even cut off part of the plate with a fruit knife, and then chewed it in front of him.After a while, the young man raised his head, "Are you a clean freak?"

Gin decided not to answer such a stupid question.

His patience was not worn out, largely due to the current predicament.The turbulent current washed away almost everything that could be used, but he still didn't even know the details of the other party.If you leave here rashly, how to deal with this stranger will also become a problem-if you keep him as a tip-off?Or kill him and expose the body?

If you want to do it seriously, it's not difficult to leave no traces, and it's easier to deal with guys who have suicidal tendencies...

But he just felt uncomfortable.

What interrupted his thinking was the packaging bag that slid across the table, and Gin looked down at the tightly wrapped sealed food.

"Compressed biscuits." Kusanagi said, burying his face in his arms, his clothes were already soaked, and he hadn't changed, "I went to buy them in the middle of the night, if you can't even believe this, I can't help it."

"why?"

The muffled voice of the young man came: "I have absolutely no desire for sex."

"This is the second time I've heard the term."

The young man let out an emotionless exclamation, and then skipped the question not very honestly:

"So I can know your name now?"