Gin and Red Fang are brothers

Suddenly pulled up in the trance of darkness, Qing Chuanchen suddenly opened his eyes and saw the expressionless silver-haired man in front of him.

"It's an hour." Very formulaic tone.

"..." It was really pulled up directly.

But the other party was able to give him an hour to rest... It's already pretty good.Qing Chuanchen had half-moon eyes in his heart.

I don't know what brand of fever medicine has a significant effect, and Qing Chuanchen feels that he is much better now-although he doesn't want to get better so soon at the moment.

"Your experimental code name and date of birth, and the person in charge." The silver-haired man faced him in an interrogative manner, his cold eyes fixed on his expression, and judged whether what the boy said was a lie.

Qing Chuanchen shook his head slowly: "...I don't know." This is indeed a truth.

"..." The other party narrowed his eyes, dark green gathered into a long and narrow straight line, and continued to ask, "Where are you now, what are you going to do?"

"I want to go home." It's also true.Qing Chuanchen answered concisely, and he put on a pitiful expression of a small animal, "...I want to live." The effect of children making this kind of expression is particularly outstanding, and Qing Chuanchen tried it repeatedly.

"..." The room fell silent again, and the other party was still holding his back by the collar. This posture made Qing Chuanchen feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable, so he quietly glanced at the silver-haired man.

"A...replica with the memory of the original owner?" A low voice squeezed out of his throat.

Qing Chuanchen didn't answer, and the other party didn't seem to want him to answer.

The silver-haired man acted without hesitation, and he once again showed the piece of paper in front of him: "...Follow-up." He asked.

The slightly yellowed and curled paper was missing a part. Even at such a close distance, it was difficult for Qing Chuanchen to judge whether the lower part was damaged by moisture.

...When did the other party find this piece of paper?

Blind guessing is likely to be a long time later.

He glanced through it quickly, and memories of this incident came to mind like a little bit of memory.

The purpose was written on the paper—but this purpose, because it was aimed at Xiao Gin, only wrote a simple sentence: All this is to make him a good enough killer.

Then there will be detailed arrangements for the transfer of the number plate and the ban on the use of Beretta by the opponent, as well as the final duel.

Regarding the final duel, compared with the details above, there are very few left handwritings.After the sentence "He wants to kill me with his own hands, I'm a little afraid of pain, so I hope..." It stopped abruptly.Behind is the missing lower half.

Qing Chuanchen has already made it very clear in his heart - the missing part is all the content of suspended animation.

That is to say, looking at the first part alone, the organization requires itself to make a series of unintentional detrimental behaviors in order to make the other party an excellent killer, and finally let the other party kill itself.

... so miserable.

And at the last moment, Xiaoqin didn't give himself the happy "death" he expected.Bleeding to death was a slow execution.

The mood of the other party is probably from the hatred and murderous intent towards his original betrayal, to the discovery of the truth that all this is not the original intention.

"..." Would the other party feel a little guilty? —Forget it, that Gin guy definitely doesn't have such a mentality.

Qing Chuanchen secretly glanced at the silver-haired man, who showed no emotion under his cold shell.

However, if the other party’s perhaps turbulent mood is known again, in fact, these are all fake, and death is also fake death, and it is estimated that he will be beaten into a sieve (.

"..." Sure enough, the ending of self-sacrifice is better, and maybe it can arouse some warmth in the other party's stone-cold heart.

——Don't let him know that he is suspended animation.

In just a few breaths, Qing Chuanchen had already figured out what to say in his mind.

He blinked his eyes, and replied: "...there is nothing behind. It's just that the last sentence is missing a little bit, and the completion of that sentence should be——[So I hope to die sooner]."

"Because children are really afraid of pain."

"... Huh." The other party still held the corner of the paper, and did not reply, with strands of fine silver hair hanging down.

Qing Chuanchen continued to put on a pitiful expression: "...I want to live now, can you let me go?"

"..."

"You are already an excellent killer, and I don't pose any threat to you, just an ordinary child."

"..." The other party was silent, those cold wolf eyes met him, and Qing Chuanchen stared at his wet turquoise eyes.

The silver-haired man suddenly let go of the hand holding his collar, and Qing Chuanchen was caught off guard and fell down. Fortunately, there was a soft bed underneath.He sat up with his hands propped up, and the next moment the cold barrel of the gun touched the corner of his eyebrows.

Qing Chuanchen froze, his pupils shrank slightly.

He felt the undisguised killing intent on the silver-haired man, and the piercing cold.

"...It's not his wish to live." The other party's voice was low and hoarse, and he stared at the black-haired boy in front of him, "It's yours." With a look of disdain.

"...?" Qing Chuanchen was slightly stunned, he didn't understand.

"You are just an experiment-replica." He grinned slowly, "An artificial object with the original owner's memory instead of will."

"..." Qing Chuanchen fell silent again.

Seeing that the opponent's finger was already on the trigger, Qing Chuanchen said again: "Please wait."

"..."

"I... At least let me get through today, please?" The light outside the window reflected the clear and bright turquoise, "Although I don't know my birthday, but I want to have a birthday, and I want to eat a birthday cake... I I haven't eaten."

The teenagers who have been trained and promoted in the underground base after being picked up from the orphanage have not experienced these things that these normal children would experience.Although it sounds like something very common.

A trace of ignorance flashed in the other party's downcast eyes.

The young man was full of anticipation and cautiousness: "I want to eat a birthday cake... Can I promise to die obediently after I eat it?" He blinked, "Please, just this one wish."

The silver-haired killer showed no emotion from his appearance, his index finger stroked the cold trigger.The Grim Reaper in a black windbreaker is hovering on the edge of waving a scythe.

"..." Qingchuan Chen's heart was pounding, and his sweaty hands were nervously pinching the corner of his clothes.

The air was silent for a long time, like a sticky jelly.The Beretta, which was between the eyebrows, finally moved away for a certain distance, and then returned to its owner's pocket.

"……Can."

Qing Chuanchen felt a sense of relief from the soft words, and the boulder that was pressing on his heart was finally removed at this moment.

"Then can I choose the flavor?" In order to make the conversation more real, Qing Chuanchen put on an excited star-eyed expression, "I want to eat chocolate flavor! Hmm...but it seems that the mango one is also delicious, isn't the strawberry one also delicious?" Not bad? Hey, I'm so tangled."

The silver-haired man straightened up, putting his hands in his pockets, his tone mixed with impatience: "Hurry up."

"Hey, wait a minute—" Qing Chuanchen wanted to delay for a while, but seeing that the other party seemed to be really impatient, he had to change his words, "Okay... then vanilla mousse cake, okay?" ?”

He raised his head, blinking his bright eyes.

"..." The other party didn't look at him again, but still left him with a black and indifferent back. With the sound of closing the door, the room returned to the situation where only Qing Chuanchen was left alone.

very quiet.

Only the tick-tock of the wall clock on the wall, time is passing.

Sitting on the edge of the bed will be dazed, and I don't know how long it has passed.Qing Chuanchen prayed in his heart that Kurosawa and the others could find him soon.

The light from outside shone obliquely into the corner of the wall, and Qing Chuanchen walked towards the narrow window, looking through the glass at the turbulent outside world.

There seemed to be something like a gray rope hanging down from the side, Qing Chuanchen was slightly stunned, and then looked at another pair of dark green eyes.

"!"

The other party pointed to the window, Qing Chuanchen immediately broke the lock from the inside, and opened the window inward.

"you……?"

The silver-haired boy stepped on the window sill, loosened the rope sling on his waist, and then jumped in lightly.

"The place where the phone and watch were found was in the trash can outside the park. There was no information in the surveillance inside and outside the park. Finally, I found you based on the location of the necklace."

"I called the police. The police should go through the main entrance. I checked the buildings here in advance and knew that their windows were the size of a child's body, so I made this to find you." It was a relatively detailed explanation. .

"..." So how did the police trust a child to do such a thing.

Seemingly seeing through Qing Chuanchen's thoughts, Kurosawa turned his head and replied: "I bought the climbing equipment myself. The upstairs is an empty room. You can enter by picking the lock."

"..." Sure enough, it was a self-assessed action...!

"I thought you would be tied up, so I brought an open window and a gun," he carried a small bag, "but it seems that the other party is very relieved of you, and there are no restrictions at all—is it a human trafficker?"

"...Ah, that's right." Qing Chuanchen replied vaguely, "He's not here now."

"That's good. Akai is upstairs to help us watch the rope tie," Kurosawa Jin handed Qing Chuanchen tools, "In short, let's go while the other party is away—the safety rope is fastened first."

The other party's cool hand touched Qing Chuanchen, and Kurosawa looked at him sideways: "...do you have a fever? It's very hot."

"A little bit, it's much better now." Qing Chuanchen replied while quickly fastening the safety rope, "I've already taken fever medicine."

"..." Kurosawa looked a little surprised, "Is he going to buy you fever medicine? It's so considerate."

"...No." The reason for the fever is because of the other party!

"Because the high fever is very serious. Probably because I'm afraid that if I die, the child will not be able to be sold." Qing Chuanchen followed the human trafficker who the other party understood, "It is reasonable to spend a small amount of money to buy fever medicine."

"Well... that's true." Kurosawa didn't say any more, he confirmed that Qing Chuanchen's safety rope had been fastened, and he was ready to lead him to climb up along the main rope hanging outside the window.

The silver-haired boy locked the safety locks of the two ropes with a slight clicking sound.At the same time, there was a clicking sound from behind——

The two clicks overlapped, amplifying this simple slight sound to the point where it could be heard clearly.

...Is that the policeman coming from the main gate?

still--

Qing Chuanchen turned around with complicated and unspeakable emotions, and slowly rotated out of the corner of his vision the door that was opening - next to him was the corner of a pitch-black windbreaker.

The author has something to say: The two are finally meeting——!

Kiyokawa Chen: _(:з)∠)_

感谢在2021-04-1016:47:18~2021-04-1112:43:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: peanut butter blueberry sauce, 1 R Luo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!