[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

Have you ever trusted anyone?

It seemed like he hadn't heard this question for a long time.

Presumably, there is no one who would ask him such a question, not Vodka, nor Chianti... Only Belmode could provoke him with an understatement.It's a pity that the last time I was questioned by a coquettish woman like this was a long time ago.He didn't feel offended, on the contrary, he was a little relieved, because he knew that what the other party said was not wrong.

Kurosawa Jin distrusts everyone but himself, and he offers his loyalty to that gentleman, but loyalty and trust are still different.

The one who has been with him for the longest time is probably vodka. People who followed him before, even if they die, it is not worth spending time to grieve, let alone the part that wants to betray.He has a clear mind as a desperado, never asking for more, never pinning his feelings.At first he thought Akai Shuichi was the same person as him, but it was just a silent delusion.

Akai Shuichi will entrust his feelings to other people. He was born in the light, and he is not alone. On the contrary, his concern is a little too much.

Gin was angry for no reason.

He suddenly realized that all words related to trust have nothing to do with him, whether it is to be trusted or to try to trust someone, these beautiful words seem to be crossed out by him from the dictionary, leaving only nothingness and blankness.And, he will always carry this blank dictionary through his life, even if he is alone.

"—Trouble." He complained, looking towards the window, the curtains were kept closed to prevent frenzied sniping, "These idiots are still so cautious."

Clearly they have resorted to violent means, but they still have lingering fears - Qin Jiu learned from the informant that they came from a small family that was destroyed due to transaction conflicts, and the current management area is only a square inch.Half a month ago, the speaker happened to buy the location of gin with a lot of money, so he appointed a sneak attack plan.They were really lucky, and they almost succeeded when they encountered an accident on the bridge.

It is not difficult to understand why they have so much malice towards innocent passers-by.

Gin's eyes were dark.

"Since you guys don't want to show up, I have to take the initiative." His lips curled up into a knife-like smile, "It seems that you prefer men who take the initiative, huh?"

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"I feel like I'm overacting."

Kusanagi muttered to himself.

He struggled to get up from the garbage, but fortunately, the alley they found was remote enough for him to lie in a pile of garbage bags and think about life.The smell of blood stained with rotting substances is definitely not good, even he couldn't help frowning, Kusanagi doubted that the last sentence was a bit too forceful, he originally planned to show his concern for strangers when he was dying, but now that he thinks about it strange.

Don't let them misunderstand the relationship and think of taking his body to show Gin.

At that time, it will scare a group of people to death at one time, and the impact will not be very good.

He listened intently for a while, but there was no trace of the group of people turning back, so he stood up silently from the hiding place.The look of his hands covered in bright red was a little scary, but he couldn't care less at the moment, he untied the black cloth that was a little tight, his eyes were stung by the light for a moment.

"Phew." Kusanagi threw it into the trash can, looked down at his clothes, the blood had dried up, like ugly scars stuck to the material, if he went out without changing it, he would definitely be arrested, "What should we do now ..."

The sky outside was far from dusk, and running on the street could not be more conspicuous now.To be on the safe side, he'd better wait until nightfall to go back, and miss their possible exchange/firefight.Kusanagi rubbed his hair, and suddenly felt distressed, because at a certain point in his heart, he still wanted to go back and inform someone.

strangeness.

Hurrying back now, no matter how you think about it, you won't be faster than those people, and I'm afraid it won't work.Gin's fate is his own, even if he interferes, it is meaningless.In all fairness, the relationship between them is only a few days of communication, not even a little element that can be called close, maybe Gin will throw him out directly as a bait—or if he encounters extreme danger, He had no doubt that the man could use him as a shield.

... Then, what about the face?

"Uh... But you can't be unprincipled just because you look at your face, after all, I don't even know the whole story..."

Kusanagi sighed.

He doesn't come into contact with people very often, or rather, he doesn't come into contact with normal people very often.

No matter what kind of killer Gin Jiu was, or what kind of sin he was hunted down for, he was tentatively considered a normal human being in his own eyes.So far in his life, the normal person he has come into contact with the most is Jialan, and the second is the gin he picked up inexplicably.In his mind, it was almost equal to "actually a good person", at least the other party would not beat him for no reason.

It wasn't the robber who dismembered him without saying anything, it wasn't the investigation team who regarded him as a suspect, and it wasn't every stranger who looked him up and down with hypocritical eyes.In fact, this reason is enough.

Now that you've already done this, it doesn't matter if you just help him out.Anyway, as long as this incident is over, they will become strangers again.

"Troublesome." Kusanagi looked up at the criss-crossed abandoned wires in mid-air, and a crow just landed on it, and the sudden wind blew off the sheets that the residents were drying on it, "Isn't this God's will?"

Because it's interesting.

So try what it feels like to give to someone this time.

His motives were nothing but boredom and had absolutely nothing to do with any other emotion.

"Borrow it for now, and I will return it later."

He spoke earnestly to the empty garbage dump, while wrapping himself in a quilt, this outfit is actually more comical, it is not clear whether he will be regarded as a naked/running second disease.Accepting other people's gazes, Kusanagi could only maintain that unwavering face, standing on the side of the street and carefully confirming the signs on the road signs.

He remembered how far he hadn't been packed and moved, so he should be able to find his way.

"Ah, who should I collect the body for next—" Kusanagi complained, "I might as well call the police."

Avoiding the strangeness of passers-by, he smoothly walked back to the apartment building from the street against the wall, quietly as if nothing had happened.Kusanagi was stunned for a moment, and one hand had already snatched away the sheet that wrapped him. He heard a crisp voice coming from an obliquely upper position, and subconsciously avoided it.Taking advantage of the sheet blocking the opponent's view, he kicked the opponent's lower body hard - although he had stopped growing, his body was able to do many things.

The opponent staggered backwards, and the sheet finally fell to the ground. Although he was a little flustered by his counterattack, he quickly adjusted his posture.The black gun pointed at Kusanagi.It was a man dressed in black. Kusanagi had never seen him before, but his first impression of him was "this guy is not a bad person".

"Huh...?" The man obviously didn't expect strange people to intrude here, "Who sent you here?"

Kusanagi blinked.

Perhaps because of inspiration, he somehow connected this attire with Gin's coat that he took away: "Excuse me, are you a friend of Mr. Gin's?"

"Vodka, what are you dabbling on? Bring him here."

A voice came from the headset.

The vodka breathed out in disbelief, and the gin repeated it impatiently.His deputy looked at the young man who had no fear of the gun/mouth, but was extremely curious, and didn't know how to react for a while.He held the young man's head with his hand/gun, "Go upstairs."

"But this is my home." Kusanagi still walked ahead as he said.He didn't raise his hands, he hesitated for a while when he reached the door, and then looked at Vodka: "I didn't wear gloves, if there are dead people in the room, they will be treated as prisoners..."

Vodka glared at him viciously, but before he could speak, the door opened, and there was a bloody smell that made people frowned, and the rest was darkness.

The man's deep voice seemed to come from the abyss: "Don't touch it."

"Wait, it's not a question of whether to touch or not." Pushed into the darkness by the vodka, the hands closed the door again behind him, and the strong smell made Kusanagi almost collapsed, "I will definitely be arrested."

"Maybe there are only eight people." Qin Jiu seemed to think for a few seconds, "It's just a death sentence, don't be afraid."

Kusanagi sighed deeply, Vodka made a distressed sound, trying to catch him, but in the darkness his hands intertwined with each other, he could only smell the disgusting blood inside, and it was even worse when he walked inside, and there was a lot of, the smell of blood From a certain point, his sensitive senses reminded him to stay away from the other party.

He avoided the corpses that might be lying on the ground, he didn't even know how they died, he couldn't see anything clearly, only the thin layer of bright silver line remained motionless in the darkness, "Are you injured?"

"..."

click.Something touched his chest, and Kusanagi had a very deep psychological shadow on this thing. After all, not everyone was lucky enough to be threatened by three types of heat/weapons/weapons in one day.

He thought hard for a long time: "You shoot, knowing your name is purely accidental... But the code name can't be counted as a name, right? Anyway, congratulations on achieving your goal. If you want to silence it, do it as soon as possible. I didn't call the police, and I worked very hard. Let others see it, but if it drags on, maybe it will happen.”

"Don't worry, I will physically forget all about you."

He said frivolously, stroking the gun/barrel with his fingertips, as if he couldn't wait.All kinds of intertwined irritability emerged in Qin Jiu's heart in an instant. He wanted to reprimand something, but at the same time he didn't know the meaning.

He thought of the night a few days ago, he didn't think about anything at first, even if the front was really just a death, it didn't matter.But he happened to see a vague shadow in the water light, and he tried his best to open his sour eyes. He didn't remember the other person's face, but he remembered that the other person's lips were even colder when he leaned over to breathe. the taste of.

"boring."

The gun/muzzle left the target, and those green eyes finally appeared in the darkness, because Gin approached him.Kusanagi tilted his head slightly, and they had already passed by, "Vodka, clean up the scene."

"Hey, big brother, but—" Vodka's eyes moved to the young man, extremely entangled.

His superior shot him a look, "Don't report to anyone."

"Brother, I... I understand."

Kusanagi stood in the middle of the dead bodies without knowing why, and he didn't move. After a few seconds, he heard Gin's voice: "Get out."

"This is my house, it's not good for me to get out, right?" Kusanagi also became extremely entangled, and even started to bargain, "I would rather die at home than die outside and be watched by people."

In the middle of his words, Gin probably couldn't bear it, and his attitude was tough—in fact, he was not too tough to throw him out. Kusanagi smelled a strong smell of blood, which was close at hand, mixed with the smell of cigarettes that could not be named , "Smoking less is better for your health."

Qin Jiu looks at him as if he loves a child with cerebral palsy:

"The suicidal man is talking nonsense."

It's not trust, nor is it trusted, it's just a whim of a certain day and night in a certain year-this is nothing more than a story.