Gin and Red Fang are brothers

It was pouring rain outside, and rumbling thunder came one after another, blasting in my ears.Dark clouds rolled over, brewing bigger raindrops.

Aizawa Jun looked at the gloomy weather outside, and complained: "Why is it raining so hard again... Has it been the rainy season recently?"

"On a rainy day, the tram may be delayed again, and then a group of people are crowded in the waiting area... Ah, I hope the traffic will not be paralyzed this time."

"..." Qing Chuanchen tidied up the documents on the table silently, but did not answer.

"Hey, Qingchuan." A head suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, Aizawa Jun leaned on his desk partition, "What's wrong with you, you seem absent-minded recently. What happened?"

"..." Qing Chuanchen forced a smile, "It's okay...just, I'm just feeling a little depressed."

Once you die there, you can never go back.Since then, he has never traveled again every night when he sleeps, and the magical story of the shuttle between the two worlds seems to have drawn an imperfect end.

He used to be two bodies and one soul, but not anymore.He has become the same as all the people in this world, one body corresponds to one soul.

——Only the book of friends with the same handwriting still records his past stories as evidence of the existence of another world.

Although he was prepared before shooting, he still felt reluctance to the world, family and friends in the end.

...In fact, I really don't want to die, I don't want to leave.

——Maybe every hero is not completely fearless, they will have reluctance and concern, but in the end they can still choose to sacrifice for a wider crowd.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he saw Xiao Shunran's expression of shock and sadness intertwined - such a way of death would probably leave a deep psychological shadow on the other party.

Sorry can only be contained in my heart, but I can no longer say it.

"Depressed?" Aizawa Jun touched his chin, "I really didn't expect that you guys will have a sentimental day too? Could it be that there has been a lot of rain recently, and you even drenched such a lively little flame? Alright."

"...haha, maybe." Facing the joke of his colleagues, Qing Chuanchen still smiled face-to-face.

Aizawa Jun stared at Qingchuan Chen for a few seconds: "Okay, I can see it completely, you are really depressed." Aizawa Jun followed the documents on Qingchuan's desk, "—these traffic violations Leave it to me to finish finishing the records."

He smiled: "You, Qingchuan, go home early today and have a good rest. I will be on duty for you."

"Eh?"

"I still have colleagues who care about me." Aizawa Jun blinked, and his face became serious. "No matter what happened, I hope you can come out as soon as possible."

"Qing Chuan-sang, who carries a thermos at all times and makes sweet longan, wolfberry and red date tea, as a health expert, you should pay attention to psychological adjustment, and remember that grief will hurt your body."

"Haha." Qing Chuanchen laughed, "Hearing the description about me from your mouth is like an old man who is seven or eighty years old—OK, thank you for your concern."

Qing Chuanchen straightened his expression: "I will adjust it as soon as possible."

"Cough, and there is... When you are well, remember to replace me on duty."

"Hello..."

In the laughter with his colleagues, some of the chaos and sadness were somewhat dispelled, and Qing Chuanchen's consciousness gradually returned.He looked at the people and things in front of him, knowing that life would always go on.

Maybe one day in the future, we will meet again.Qing Chuanchen thought.

Perhaps this magical book of friends will create another surprising miracle.

... It's okay to be frightened. _(:з)∠)_

Holding the long-handled black umbrella, Qing Chuanchen propped it up in the rain.The torrential rain hit the umbrella surface, making continuous loud noises, which made people worry that the umbrella would be pierced directly.

The tram was not unexpectedly delayed, and it was unknown when it would arrive. The waiting crowd was as crowded as sardines.Qing Chuanchen only glanced at it from a distance, then raised his foot and turned the corner, deciding to walk back by himself.

The rainwater on the street merged into streams, rushing and flowing.Qing Chuanchen's shoes were soaked, and he was nagging about the terrible weather in his heart.

There are almost no other pedestrians on the street, and almost no one will walk outside in this bad weather.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the gust of wind mixed with rain hit from the side, and the umbrella surface was almost blown over under the strong wind.Qing Chuanchen held on to the handle of the umbrella tightly and walked with difficulty in the heavy rain.

...the rain is too heavy!

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, he stumbled and ran without a clue, without even holding an umbrella, he was rampaging in the heavy rain.

Qing Chuanchen quickly avoided to the side to prevent the man from bumping into him.

When the pale man in a suit saw Qing Chuanchen's police uniform, he plopped forward and fell to the ground, raised his head and grabbed his sleeve: "Please...please help me, Police officer!"

His face was terrified and he was out of breath.

"?!!"

"What happened?" Qing Chuanchen looked shocked, but still helped the man up professionally, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Haha...haha..." The man gasped heavily, his body trembling in the wind and rain, it was unknown whether it was because of extreme fear, cold, or both.

"I... that..." At this moment, he faltered instead, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The rain rolled down his wet hair, mixed with sweat.Qing Chuanchen looked at him and pulled him under the umbrella.

The man in the suit gritted his teeth: "Someone is chasing me...!"

"Huh?" Qing Chuanchen was stunned for a moment.

"I, I can't run away...Mr. Police, please, I don't want to die..." The man in the suit clasped his hands together, tears in his eyes.

"Chasing and killing...? Why are you chasing and killing you?"

"This thing... I'll give it to you first!" He took out something from his pocket and stuffed it to Qing Chuanchen, "Please! Please hand it over to the Metropolitan Police Department!"

Qing Chuanchen lowered his head, and in the dim light, he could clearly see what was in the head's heart. It seemed to be a USB flash drive.

"Okay, I will send it to you." Qing Chuanchen expressed his solemn expression, expressing his attitude of importance.

The opponent's body was still shaking, shaking violently like a sieve.

"Calm down, calm down," Qing Chuanchen comforted the other party's emotions, "I'm here——I will try my best to protect you."

The words comforted the other party, Qing Chuanchen held the umbrella first, and took out the first phone from his pocket, intending to call the Metropolitan Police Department, and asked at the same time: "What are the characteristics of the people who chased you? Are they already I'm chasing you, or..."

"No! I can't say it! Those people won't let me go!" The man in the suit shook Qing Chuanchen's first arm violently as if he had been stimulated by something. In the side alley.

"Ah, wait!" Qing Chuanchen watched the first phone and the USB flash drive fall to the ground, sighed, he handed the umbrella to the man in the suit, raised his head to block the rain, and ran to the alley to pick up the first phone and the USB flash drive .

Put the USB flash drive into the jacket pocket, hesitated for a moment, then unbuttoned the police uniform, and changed the USB flash drive to the hidden inner pocket of the outer shirt—since it is so important, let’s put it in a relatively hidden place.

Then pick up the first machine.The screen of the first phone is not broken, but it seems to be turned off.

Just when he straightened up, there was a sudden "bang" sound from behind that pierced the silence!

Although it can be heard that the sound of gunfire is suppressed after the silencer is installed, it can still be heard clearly at such a short distance!

"!" Qing Chuanchen suddenly turned around.

The accident came unexpectedly!

The man in the suit who had been chattering just now softened all of a sudden, and his body fell on the curb, and the black umbrella fell aside.Blood mixed with rainwater was flowing across the ground, and the eyes of the man in the suit were still wide open, looking terrifying.

"!!!" Qing Chuanchen's pupils suddenly shrank, and he froze in place for a moment.

In the heavy rain, the vision is blurred, but you can still see the scene in front of you.

There is no need to check whether the person on the ground is still alive... The survival rate of a headshot is absolutely zero.

How could anyone dare to shoot on the spot on the street——! !

Although the torrential rain and thunder can somewhat cover up the gunshots, but being so bold...wouldn't you be afraid of being discovered? !

Or... all the surrounding equipment has been cleaned up!

Facing this scene directly was too impactful, Qing Chuanchen's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he gripped the first machine so hard that his fingertips turned white.

There was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor outside, with the soft sound of stepping on puddles, approaching here step by step.

"..." Qing Chuanchen pressed his body tightly against the wall of the alley, and he looked down at the stagnant water outside - the reflection of the rainwater could not be seen clearly in the torrential rain, but he could vaguely see the person gradually approaching... Silver long hair.

"!" Is it... gin? !

"..." Qing Chuanchen's adrenaline surged.

I am still wearing black colored contact lenses... Even if the other party sees my face, they may not necessarily recognize me...

But if he couldn't recognize himself, then the other party saw that he was wearing a police uniform, wouldn't he also kill him with a single shot?

After all, now... I should be regarded as the only witness at the scene of this murder.

——Absolutely, absolutely not to be discovered by the other party!

Thinking of this, Qing Chuanchen restrained his breathing silently, trying to reduce the sense of presence as much as possible, hoping that the other party would not look into the alley.

——It’s too open here, there is nothing to hide, only the bulging water pipe attached to the side of the wall, which can barely cover half of the body.

I can only pray that the other party does not turn their heads.

Standing stiffly on the spot, Qing Chuanchen caught a glimpse of the other party slowly walking in from the corner of his eyes, and the heavy rain slid down the long silver hair of the ruthless decapitator.Gin bent down and fumbled from the pocket of the dead man in the suit.

"..." Are you looking for that USB flash drive?Qing Chuanchen slowly brought his head close to his heart, and the hard electronic lump hidden in the underwear pocket inside became a fatal and critical object at this moment.

—What is there in there?

It is worthwhile for Gin to go out in person and kill the other party in the street.

Feeling heavy, Qing Chuanchen glanced over, observing the movement of the silver-haired decapitator outside the alley.

"Hey... I said, it's very difficult to clean up like this." Hearing a familiar voice vaguely, Qing Chuanchen glanced over and saw the blond man walking towards and holding an umbrella.

—It's Bourbon.

"...You are in charge of the finishing touches." The silver-haired killer snorted coldly.

"Well... what is it?"

Gin didn't seem to have touched what he wanted, and his expression became more and more gloomy. The rain followed the trajectory of Shuri's Beretta and dripped into the blood on the ground.

The heavy rain wove hazy rain and mist. In this direction, Qing Chuanchen could only see the side face of the other party.

The familiar face reminded Qing Chuanchen of his childhood, and his body trembled slightly.

The silver-haired killing action outside the alley suddenly stopped, and the next second, the cold muzzle turned and aimed straight at the alley.

"!!"

Gin slowly turned his face, looking at Qing Chuanchen with his cold dark green eyes.

The author has something to say: Qing Chuanchen: ... I hate rainy days_(:з)∠)_

If I had known that I would be squeezed into a can of sardines on the tram, I wouldn't have met him here——!