Gin and Red Fang are brothers

The sudden rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sultry and humid air made people feel irritable.

Kurosawa felt blocked and stuffy in his heart, he exhaled a foul breath, and looked again at the direction where Qingchuan and Akai were leaving.

...why haven't you come back yet?

"Are they trapped in the convenience store because they didn't bring an umbrella?" Momoi Wuyue opened the umbrella, "I'll pick them up."

"I remember that this convenience store provides free emergency umbrellas for customers." Heizi replied with his head turned.

"Ah, I'm back." Aomine Daiki pointed to the other side, the silver-white-red Bump Man uniform was very conspicuous, Ko Akai approached with an umbrella.

"Where's the squad leader?" Kurosawa Jin narrowed his eyes, "Why are you the only one?"

"Huh?" Xiao Chijing was also taken aback, "Hasn't he come back yet? He said he forgot his wallet, so he came back to get it. I haven't waited for him."

"How is it possible," Kurosawa immediately replied, "I reminded him of the wallet before leaving."

"...Huh?" Momoi Wuzuki blinked, "Could it be, lost?"

"It's possible... Before he left, he said that he was not familiar with this place, and he might get lost." Xiao Chijing thought about it, "But..." He remembered the serious turquoise eyes of the squad leader, as if he was going to do something. A resolute thing, with the meaning of farewell.

After hesitating for a moment, the vaguely bad guess in the second half of the sentence still did not come out.Ko Akai just exchanged a glance with Kurosawa.

"Probably in a rain shelter." Qingfeng spread his hands, "It's raining outside, so I haven't been able to come back."

"……"probably not.Kurosawa believed in the other party's memory. He knew that although the other party was usually joking and joking around and seemed unreliable, in this case, Qing Chuanchen would definitely remember the surrounding environment and routes.

Feeling inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, Kurosawa pursed his lips, and then asked in a deep voice, "Do you remember what he said to you at the end before he left?"

Xiao Chijing looked at the silver-haired boy: "The squad leader said..." He paused.

"—If I get lost, please find me."

The straight voice uttered this daily discourse without ups and downs, but it was still clear to the ears amidst the pattering rain.

"..."

The silver-haired boy slowly clenched his drooping hands.

"Well, it looks like he's lost." Qingfeng picked up his umbrella, "Let's go, let's look for him."

"...No." A deep voice came from behind.

Qingfeng's clothes corner was grabbed by a hand, and he turned his head suspiciously.

"Call the police." His tone was firm.

"?" Qingfeng looked a little surprised, "What?"

The silver-haired boy slowly raised his head, and his dark green eyes flickered instantly: "He is in danger... We must, must find him as soon as possible."

The wet clothes stuck to his body, and the illusion of heaviness made him breathless.Consciousness is still in a semi-fuzzy state, and Qing Chuanchen only feels as if he is on the boundary line between severe winter and scorching heat, and his whole body is hot and cold.

The mobile phone must have been lost, and the watch on the wrist disappeared.He half-closed his eyes and tried to pretend to sleep and observe his surroundings, but a voice came from one side suddenly.

"woke up."

A question is a statement tone.

"..."

Qing Chuanchen turned his face sideways, and he could see long strips of black and silver intertwined.

My brain was still muddy, and I couldn't lift my strength.But the drug effect should have passed—this chaotic feeling of alternating hot and cold, probably a high fever.

——It is normal to have a high fever when you get cold and startled in the rain, and you don’t change into dry clothes in time when you come back.

Big gin you have no heart!

It’s okay to abduct him forcibly, but he let the drenched child just throw it aside like this... It turns out that he didn’t use a gun to kill himself at that time, did he just want to let himself have a fever and burn to death...

Very good, it is indeed a very convenient way to die...

No need to use your hands... no need to waste bullets... just sitting there and watching is enough...

It reminded him of the last parting with Xiaoqin in the underground.

Qing Chuanchen's chaotic and illogical thoughts were intertwined. He looked up at the white ceiling and let his mind go.

"Get up when you wake up, don't lie there." There was a cold and commanding tone.

"..." I have no strength, and I don't want to get up.After being ill, the emotions are a little less fearful and a little more willful.

Qing Chuanchen's voice was low and hoarse: "...I have a fever." I don't know if the other party can hear this weak voice.

"..."

The black figure moved to the front, zooming in on Qing Chuanchen's semi-clear vision.The opponent seemed to be holding something in his hand—was it paper?

"Can you see clearly?" The other party's tone was devoid of any emotion.

"..." In the eyes of Qing Chuanchen at this moment, he can only distinguish the color, and the paper that seems to be written on it looks like a pile of graffiti to him.He shook his head slightly and closed his heavy eyelids again.

"Tsk." With a cold and broad palm on his hot forehead, Qing Chuanchen moved back a few times uncomfortably, and the other party quickly took his hand away.

"Hmph... Really troublesome." Mixed with obvious impatience, "It's really too fragile."

"..." Come on, normal people will get sick like this... let alone a sixth grader!

It's a pity that Qing Chuanchen almost doesn't even have the strength to roll his eyes now, so he can only close his eyes to see and not to worry.

You can hear the slight sound of footsteps fading away in your ears, and finally there is a crisp and short clicking sound-have you gone out?

...Maybe now is a good time?Qing Chuanchen really wanted to support himself to get up and observe the surrounding situation, but he still couldn't do what he wanted.

His face was hot, and the breath he exhaled was also hot.Limbs are soft like softened rubber, and the wet clothes are now half-dried by the body temperature.

—Maybe he was really seriously ill.He thought vaguely.It wouldn't really just be a fever and burn to death.

The sensitivity of the five senses also decreased due to illness, and it wasn't until the black figure stood in front of him again that he realized that the other party had returned.

--So fast!So did you really go out just now...

The other party picked him up by the collar very ungently, like carrying a cat, and then forcefully stuffed a glass into his hand: "Drink it."

Qing Chuanchen mobilized all his strength to hold it firmly. He looked down at the brown potion, with a faint bitter taste lingering at the tip of his nose: "...fever medicine?" Prepare this kind of thing (in their eyes, a fever and a cold are not worth mentioning).

"Stop talking nonsense." The silver-haired man snorted coldly, "Hurry up, don't make me say it a second time."

"..." The attitude is really bad...Qing Chuanchen has dead eyes in his heart.Is this how you treat children?

No matter what, you shouldn't be able to drink to death... and the high fever will soon die if it continues like this...

Qing Chuanchen raised his head and drank the brown potion in the cup in one gulp. There was a bitter breath between his lips and teeth, and he stuck out his tongue subconsciously.

"Don't spit." The other party warned him.

"..." Qing Chuanchen's half-moon eyes.

The silver-haired man snorted softly.

The cup was taken away immediately, and before Qing Chuanchen closed his palm, a small hard lump was stuffed into his palm, and he instinctively lowered his head to look.

——is a piece of granule packed with a colorful reflective surface.

"...!!"

Qing Chuanchen's eyes widened in an instant, and his consciousness was awakened for a second.

This is... sugar? ? ?

This guy will specially prepare this kind of thing! ?Are you so considerate? !

Obviously looking at the previous attitude and operation, it looks like he can't take care of children at all! !A guy who can't even change into wet clothes! !

...but I didn't dare to eat it at all.It won't be something weird.

The expression of the silver-haired man is still indifferent, making it impossible to see through his deepest thoughts.He glanced at his watch, and a deep voice came from his throat: "I'll give you an hour to rest."

"……"One hour?

The guy didn't stay for another second, he got up and closed the door and left. The last thing he saw was the silhouette of a pitch-black windbreaker.

Qing Chuanchen looked down at the hard candy in his palm again, his slightly sober mind began to work, and the story was already connected naturally.

The other party should have gone out to buy medicine just now (because the family probably doesn’t prepare fever medicine), that guy definitely wouldn’t buy a piece of candy for himself, probably because the doctor heard that it was a child and put a candy in the bag as a bonus. Then he didn't take out the gin because he thought it was troublesome, and just stuffed it into his hand.

...very reasonable.

He slowly peeled off the candy and put it in his mouth, the pervasive sweetness somewhat dispelled the persistent bitterness.Qing Chuanchen raised his eyes and looked around——

A featureless, monotonous room, with no offensive items in sight that could be used as weapons.There was a narrow window, barely big enough for a child to climb through.Through the window, you can see the houses far away on the opposite side, and you can judge that the position at the moment is not low.

So feel free to leave yourself here, because you can't escape from the window at all.

Qing Chuanchen raised his hand and touched his trouser pocket, the book of suitable size was still there.He quickly took it out to have a look, and found that the friend account was intact, not even a trace of damp.

I don't know how many times healthier than its owner.

Isn't this book a bit evil...?Qing Chuanchen twitched the corners of his mouth.

The inside is still the same, except that the pages of Kurosawa Jin and Akai Shuichi have names, the rest are blank.The only thing that has changed is the page of Kurosawa Array—the place below was originally dirty, but now a few crooked words can be vaguely seen.

【my dream. 】

"?"what?

Qing Chuanchen couldn't understand, and was even more puzzled.

...Account of friends, can we talk about people's words?

This kind of dumb language makes one head and two big, and Qing Chuanchen only feels that the headache of the brain is even more headache.

Just before closing the account of friends, he glimpsed Akai's page again, and the task showed that it had been completed.

Oh...that's right, that guy played a few balls before buying a drink.

Was it already done? !Then why don't you buy a drink... If I had known, I would have read the book more, and I wouldn't have fallen into the current situation.

——But the account of friends did not give a reminder of the location to go back.

Is it because Kurosawa has not been displayed?

Headache.

Qing Chuanchen finally chose to take back the notebook, rubbed his temples, and didn't worry about this issue for now.

The thin necklace around the neck is still hanging on it and has not been taken off.

"..." It seems that the other party really thinks that he is not a threat, or that he doesn't take himself seriously at all.

It was just a symbolic removal of possible communication tools, mobile phones and watches, and no other searches were carried out-probably because all the tails in the park were cleaned up very well, and Qingchuan's companions absolutely could not find any clues based on this.

... really confident.

However——Qing Chuanchen stroked his amulet-like necklace pendant, and smiled softly in his heart.

Since kindergarten, the two went to and from school by themselves, so for the sake of safety, in addition to carrying their mobile phones with them, both of them have an amulet-shaped pendant-and under the appearance of the amulet, there is a small locator inside.

So if Kurosawa finds something is wrong... probably he can find himself by this.

"..." Time is very important to me. If I can win every minute and every second, I will add a weight to my survival.

Thinking under the condition of high fever is to make the mind more uncomfortable. Qing Chuanchen lay on his back on the bed, his consciousness wandered to distant places uncontrollably, but the remaining rationality was still telling him to take advantage of this alone time to think again .

...Okay, then think again.He squinted at the ceiling.

...What was Gin trying to show him just now?

I only know that it is a piece of paper, and the size of the paper in my vague impression seems a bit strange... It seems that a part is missing underneath?

……What could it be?

If the other party regards himself as a copy of the organization's secret experiment, plus the last sentence said on the ship in order to survive-he probably thinks that he is a copy with memory, right?

Then this... the paper related to No. 66...

A possibility gradually emerged in Qing Chuanchen's mind.

Could it be that piece of paper was the script he had stuffed into the crevice beside the bed?

It looks incomplete... I don't know if it's because of damp or the back piece was torn off artificially.

But the only thing that is certain is that the other party does not know the content of the latter part, and seems to want to learn the truth from himself.

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