In the end everyone betrayed the winery

Under the night, there are many tall buildings in Tokyo, and the neon lights on the skyscrapers are constantly flashing coquettish light.

Looking down on the earth from a satellite in the universe, even at three or four o'clock in the morning in the dead of night, the Kanto Plain is still bright.

Tokyo, the capital, is even brighter all night long.

However, human beings still have to rest after all. In residential areas outside the CBD, the night is still quiet and dark.

In a small clinic in a residential area, Takuya Morikawa was sitting at the bar counter cleaning his gun, carefully dismantling every part.After wiping it carefully with a handkerchief, it was put on again.

The clinic is well equipped.Even complete to a somewhat excessive level.

There is a skeleton shelf in the corner, and a human skeleton diagram is pasted on the wall next to it.There are also acupuncture points in Chinese medicine.There are about four or five beds in the room for patients to rest.

However, the only doctor in this clinic is Takuya Morikawa, except that he is a nurse at a part-time clinic for single mothers who lives nearby and works here.

However, her children are still very young and she has to take time off work frequently.

Takuo Morikawa, who is overwhelmed, is completely unable to maintain the normal operation of such a large clinic.

But he persisted after all. After all, the clinic didn't need to treat any serious diseases, but just prescribed some medicine for the children nearby who had colds, fevers, headaches and diarrhea.

The Morikawa clinic has been here for two years. Because it basically deals with pediatrics, it is widely praised by the housewives around.

Morikawa Takuya kept staring at the gun.

Although he can be said to be extremely familiar with guns.

Even with his eyes closed, Takuya Morikawa could remove the gun and put it back perfectly as usual.

He has been in contact with guns since he was two or three years old. For him, guns are closer than all his friends.

Morikawa Takuya took out the sub-bow slips from his pocket, wiped them carefully with a handkerchief, and pressed the sub-bow slips into the gun one by one.

When he had finished all this, the clock in the house rang.

This kind of clock is very old. In modern society, except for the quaint Japanese houses, few people use this kind of clock.

The desk clock, and the bar counter, both of which are very mismatched with the clinic.

However, with Morikawa Takuya, all this looks very harmonious.

It's four o'clock in the morning.

That person should come.

Sure enough, just after the bell rang, someone opened the back door of the clinic.

"You're here." Morikawa Takuya clenched the gun in his hand.

That person approached Morikawa Takuya.

"Is there any mission? Call me over in the middle of the night?"

He naturally put his hand on Morikawa Takuya's shoulder.

It was a tall man. Although his face could not be seen clearly in the dark, his tall nose bridge could be seen only from the dim light of the moonlight.

The man sat on the high stool next to Morikawa Takuya.

"No." Morikawa Takuya stood up, his lips trembled, and a smile was still evoked.

It looks the same as usual.

Morikawa Takuya was born with the face of a playboy, and he looked even more romantic when he smiled.

Belmode said that he was the kind of person who was born to learn intelligence from her, but in the end, Morikawa Takuya joined the operation department.

He reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, pulling a ring off his finger.

"Ah~" The man sighed angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Hmph." Morikawa Takuya snorted with the corners of his lips crooked.

"Oh!" The man stretched out his hand to snatch back the ring, but Takuya Morikawa dodged it.

"What happened to you today?"

Morikawa Takuya ignored him and put the ring on his index finger.

"Hey! This is not something you can wear casually!" The man stretched out his hand in dissatisfaction and wanted to take the ring off Morikawa Takuya's finger.

"This is my wife's relic."

"Relic?"

Morikawa Taku also raised his hand a little higher, dodging the hand that the man stretched out. He put his ringed index finger and thumb together, and snapped his fingers lightly.

Flames gushed from his fingertips.

The man's movements stopped suddenly.

He put down his hand and began to tremble slightly. The man put his hand into his chest pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He took out a cigarette, put the box back in his pocket, and tried to light the lighter with trembling fingers, but failed several times.

Morikawa Takuya stuffed his hand into his pocket, took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette from his cigarette case, put the cigarette case into his pocket, and lit the flame for both of them with the flame from his fingertip Smoked.

"You know..." The man took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

"Yeah." Morikawa Takuya also took a puff of the cigarette, he only took one puff, and then threw the cigarette into the ashtray on the table.

"You were undercover from the beginning."

The man smiled helplessly and put down his cigarette.

His hand fumbled in his pocket, and he produced a gun, which he placed on the bar between the two of them.

Morikawa Takuya got up, took out a drink from the bar, poured a glass for the man, took another, and poured himself a glass.

The man took a sip of the wine in the glass and asked Morikawa Takuya: "How did you find me? Because of my ring?"

"Before I came here, I gave this ring a special treatment. They clearly told me that they had removed the family crest."

A man complains to someone: "It's really unreliable."

Morikawa Takuya bowed his head and drank without answering.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the man took another sip out of boredom: "Do you think the boss will anger Pengo Lie because I'm an undercover agent? Aren't the organization and Pengo Lie working together?"

Morikawa Takuya raised his head and gave him a sideways glance.

"Humph."

"You're not from Vengley. Police officer."

"Caught you three-faced spy. Pengelie will thank me."

Morikawa Takuya rubbed the ring on his finger, and he touched a scratched Vongola's coat of arms from the inside of the ring.

"Police. Vongola. Organization."

Morikawa Takuya kept tapping the countertop of the bar with the fingers of his other hand.

The sound of "da da da" sounded like a death knell between the two of them.

"Are you an undercover agent sent by the port mafia to Vengley? Or are you a spy?"

"Police. Port Mafia. Organization."

"Police. Port Mafia. Vongola. Organization."

Takuya Morikawa shook the ring on his fingertips: "This ring is not numbered in Vongola. I used Vengola and the organization to check their past files just in cooperation."

"This ring used to have a number, but the owner of the number is dead, so this ring has been cancelled."

"Did the ring fall into the hands of the police, allowing you to pretend to be Vongola's spy to infiltrate the organization? Or did it fall into the hands of the port mafia, allowing you to infiltrate the organization and blame Vongola after that?"

"Or, it's simply that the police sent you to infiltrate Vongola. Vengola canceled this ring and let you infiltrate the organization?"

"I'm curious."

The man's hand shook again, and the wine in the glass almost sloshed out.

"You checked everything out."

He took a sip of his wine.

This is the same strong drink from the cold countries of the north as his code name.

He didn't drink alcohol before.

It was only after entering the organization as an undercover agent that he learned to drink.

After all, in an organization whose code name is alcohol, it is too much to not even know how to drink alcohol.

"I thought you came here directly because you had doubts." The man put down his glass and made a joke with Xianxin.

"After all, the practice of your executive department is that you would rather kill [-] by mistake than let [-] go."

Morikawa Takuya shook the goblet lightly, and the glass contained red wine.

He stared at the very middle of the small vortex of the wine swirling in the glass, and lowered his eyes.

"That's for others."

"Of course you have to confirm the teacher before I dare to come over."

"Hahaha!" The man laughed so hard that he was about to slap the table.

Morikawa Takuya watched him laugh hysterically.

It took a long time for the man to stop laughing and his expression became serious.

"Do you consider defecting to the light?"

"I have no way out." Morikawa Takuya picked up his wine glass and drank the red wine in the glass.

Then he put his hands in the pockets of his white coat.

"boom--"

The sound of the gun was not strong, on the one hand because it was close to the target, and on the other hand because it was equipped with a gun.

The man covered his abdomen, staggered two steps, blood flowed out of his abdomen slowly.

Morikawa Takuya also tilted his body, and he was also shot.

"Who do you think will die first?" Morikawa Takuya still had the leisure to tease the man.

The man forced a smile back: "I guess it's me."

If you don't look at Gongdan's body among them, but just look at the expressions and words, they seem to be talking about something interesting.

"I think it's you too." Morikawa Takuya shrugged and sat back on the high stool next to the bar.

He doesn't look like Zhong Gongdan at all.

The man also sat back.He stood up and leaned forward slightly.Taking the bottle of wine he drank at the beginning from Takuya Morikawa's wine cabinet, he filled himself a glass.

Then he took out the bottle of red wine and filled Morikawa Takuya's glass.

Morikawa Takuya didn't go to get the goblet on the bar, but just stared at him.

The man was silent and didn't speak, he drank heavily by himself.

Sirens sounded from the block outside.

"Ah!" Morikawa Takuya glanced at the light outside through the window, "Did you call the police?"

"Yeah, after all, you have already started to suspect me, and you suddenly called me over again. Of course I have to make some preparations."

"You can't escape, Lafite." The man read out Takuya Morikawa's code name, "The police have sealed off the entire block, and you can't escape."

He stood up: "We can probably last until the police come over, we won't die today."

"Surrender!"

"You still have a chance to go to the light."

"That's not necessarily true." Morikawa Takuya picked up the gun he had been cleaning from the bar and shot the man in the heart.

This time there was no gunfire, and the sound of gunfire was heard far away.

There was a commotion outside.

Morikawa Takuya pointed the gun at his temple, ready to shoot, he paused for a moment and sighed.

Decided not to let yourself die too ugly.

He took a small box that looked like a contact lens case from his pocket and took a pill from it.

He swallowed the pill and snapped his ring-wearing hand at the same time.

Flames spewed out.

The author has something to say: ———Advance receipt———

"Me and the bandage monster, let's see who dies faster"

The greatest tribulation in Huangmao's life for Team Rainbow was getting to know the neighbor's young boy.

She is violent, in her second year of middle school, saying every day, "If you don't have inspiration and can't write a novel, you should die", she is keen on researching a hundred methods of painless suicide, and even snaps off people's fingers casually!

I am yellow!Jumping from here, dying here, will not clean up the mess for her again!

"Hey! Erhuang! Your little boy jumped off the building!"

"...coming."

The bandage monster far away in Yokohama: I heard that you also want to commit suicide? !Come on come on!Let's die together!

Erhuang: No!go away!

Literary Girl×Suicide Writer×Lao Mazi (bushi