[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

"It should have been accidentally dropped the phone, and it happened to be picked up by Mr. Natori. This kind of coincidence is really subtle, but the reality is so full of drama."

Kusanagi sighed, still rummaged through his poor wallet, took the coat from the hanger, and glanced at the sky outside.The view from the railing showed a thick ink-like darkness. If he hadn't decided to go out, he would be happy to appreciate the scene of starlight and neon lights.

"Please take care of the house—huh?"

The light gray scarf fell on Kusanagi's right shoulder, and he quickly grabbed it before it fell to the ground.The shadow of gin shrouded the striped fabric, and Kusanagi didn't have the habit of wearing a scarf in winter, so naturally he couldn't forget it at the gin's place.

Qin Jiu said, "I'll see you off."

As if suddenly seeing the corpse lifted the lid of the coffin and came out to dance, Kusanagi pinched the scarf subconsciously in disbelief, the touch was real.He stared at Gin's face again, and even reached out his hand recklessly to raise the other's hat a little, so as to see the other's expression clearly.

"You don't have a driver's license."

Well, this disgusting look, the words that hit the nail on the head without hesitation, was the Kurosawa Jin he knew.

"You don't have a car."

"...I have a bicycle."

Kusanagi rolled up the scarf violently, and couldn't help but said after a while, "Thank you."

Gin's favorite car, the Porsche 356A, wasn't so arrogant that it was parked nearby. He ordered his subordinate named Vodka to drive it temporarily. Kusanagi once complained that he used this car for everything. If he didn't get caught, he could only be regarded as People's eyes are not good.

Vodka has only met Kusanagi Kyouko a few times, and the first time he was labeled as a good guy, he couldn't laugh or cry.He fully complies with Gin's instructions and doesn't talk too much. Even so, he can also realize that the meaning of an ordinary person with a clean record to Gin may be more than just repaying gratitude after being rescued.

It is meaningless to persuade Gin to leave as soon as possible, all he can do is watch over his admired boss.

"Good evening, and sorry for your trouble, Mr. Vodka."

Kusanagi waved at him.

The way the organization is codenamed after alcohol is really cool, he asked Vodka's real name once before, but got no response.Gin didn't seem to want him to know more about the people in the organization.Compared with this, Kusanagi's persistence in calling him Kurosawa seems too naive, after all, he has abandoned his true self.

A code name is a code name, and a name is a name. Since I have a unique name, why should I call you Gin?If everyone calls you Gin, your real name will be lonely.

That's how he seemed to explain it to Gin at the time.

"Mihuacho Hospital."

Gin said.

Vodka's drive certainly counts as one of his, and they made it to the hospital in barely 10 minutes.During the rest time when all the shops were closed, the lights in the hall were still on. Kusanagi ran into the consultation desk first, and Gin followed leisurely.

"Excuse me, may I ask the emergency room tonight, is there a gentleman with a name?"

The drowsy petite nurse was awakened by this name, and her eyes became clear: "You are named after Mr. Zhou Yi, ah, yes, he is in a serious condition, with multiple stab wounds on his body, and he probably hasn't woken up yet—really It's very infuriating, that murderer dared to attack Lord Natori! I'll take you to the ward!"

Her body seemed to contain a lot of anger, Kusanagi couldn't help taking a step back, "Master Natori?"

In the face of such pressure, he didn't even have a chance to speak, so he could only follow her into the elevator quietly.Gin snorted, staring at his own shadow thoughtfully.When he was in the car, Kusanagi took off his iconic hat and tied his silver hair into a long ponytail on the grounds of what to do if his current image was seen. He was almost braided into a braid by someone on a whim .

The lights on the sixth floor came on, and the nurse bowed and said, "In Room 609, there is a doctor watching over me. I'll go back and continue the reception."

Kusanagi expressed his gratitude to her, and pulled Gin by the hem of his clothes, as if he was afraid that the killer would be lost if he was not careful.

He knocked on the door of 609 and whispered, "Excuse me."

The young doctor inside the door was sitting by the bed, writing something on the clipboard, seeing him coming in, he asked, "Is this Mr. Kusanagi?"

"Well, um, yes...but..."

Kusanagi was about to explain the problem with the two mobile phones, when the young doctor seriously interrupted him: "We have dealt with Mr. Natori's trauma, if he is in severe pain, please take good care of him, and ask the attending doctor if he needs painkillers. I'm very sorry that I can't continue to accompany you, because there are really...too many injured people tonight."

"Huh? There are many wounded?"

The doctor unscrewed the doorknob, nodded to him and said, "Yes, that murderer attacked more than a few people, so excuse me."

Kusanagi blankly watched the door close quickly, "But I'm not a friend of this Mr. Natori, you must have misunderstood—ah."

He didn't know if it would be better to complain loudly, and turned to observe the man lying on the bed.His sleeping face is very peaceful, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his face is a star, maybe he really is a certain star, but Kusanagi doesn't know much about this.On the fair skin, a tattoo of a gecko quietly dormant.

"...Speaking of which, isn't there someone in this room?" Kusanagi pointed to the window and asked doubtfully, "This strange lady wearing a mask—or Mr.? Are you Mr. Natori's friend?"

Startled, Gin looked up, and there was nothing beside the window, only the night wind poured in through the gap.His leather-wrapped fingers just touched Kusanagi's skin, and when he was about to check if he was burnt, the scene in front of him twisted inexplicably.

A vague female figure in a kimono and a one-eyed ghost mask appeared by the window, watching them silently.

Gin withdrew his hand, and she disappeared.

"—So that's how it is." He murmured, and this time, amidst Kusanagi's surprise, he grasped the opponent's hand with little force, and the cold leather surface touched the temperature of Kusanaru, "Who are you?"

The ghost-faced female looked even more surprised than they were: "You, yes, see?"

There are very few people who can see monsters, but now two of them appeared by accident, and one of them clearly didn't notice herself at first, which made her feel puzzled.

"See..." Kusanagi tilted his head, "See your cosplay?"

"This is not a cosplay——I am, a monster, or now a shikigami." The woman breathed a sigh of relief, "My name is Hiiragi. The boy over there, your breath is a bit strange, let's say, very, Make monsters feel disgusted too."

Her tone was alienated and indifferent, Kusanagi closed her eyes: "It's really the first experience to be called disgusting by people... no, it's a monster. Well, you, are you really an invisible monster? Are you not lying? "

"You have the answer to the doctor's reaction just now." Hiiragi leaned against the wall, looking very tired.

Even though the mask blocked her view, Kusanagi could still feel that her slightly lowered head was facing the direction of Natori, mixed with complex emotions such as anxiety and regret.He shook the smartphone in his hand, "Listen to me, I was called here because of a misunderstanding, Mr. Natori's cell phone was destroyed, if you have the number of other related parties, please let me know... "

"Cough, cough, cough, cough—"

The person on the hospital bed coughed violently.

"Owner……"

"Mr. Natori?"

Natori coughed a few more times with a hoarse voice, and lay back on the bed with no strength left, apparently still unconscious.His arms were covered with bandages, and he could see striking scars where he was exposed, and Hiiragi almost threw himself on him.

"I don't know, the phone number or something..." she whispered, "As long as you send Shikigami, you can communicate with Natsume-sama. I am too weak to leave my master who is in danger. I don't know when, that one The sword ghost will attack."

Kusanagi took a sympathetic look at the only patient who could send Shikigami, and tucked up the sheets for him, while Gin still held his hand tightly for some reason.

The silver-haired man said in a deep voice, "Who is the person you want to contact?"

Hiiragi probably didn't fully trust them, her masked head shook slightly, but besides that, she lacked the means to contact the key person who could solve the incident, so she was quite entangled.

"tell me."

"Natsume-sama... Natsume Takashi."

Gin Jiu snorted coldly, took out his cell phone, and specially instructed him to "tell him that Natori was attacked on Monday, let him choose by himself, don't be rude", his eyes fell on Hiiragi as if provocative.

Shikigami still looked at her master: "Thank you very much."

Kusanagi sat on the escort's chair, counted Natori's eyelashes boredly, and yawned.The man who had been sleeping restlessly since just now opened and closed his upper and lower lips, as if he was speaking in his sleep, but his characters were fragmented and completely unclear.

"Retrospective..."

"?"

"...No, monster..."

Kusanagi pulled the gin: "What did he just say?"

"……do not know."

"It's rare to be in the ward, should I try to hold the hand in pain and bring warmth to the nightmare he is going through—"

"No."