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195.

Chiyoya Zaori slept deeply, as if the old thief couldn't wait for his masterpiece, or he was just thinking about it day by day.

In her dream, she even watched from the perspective of a bystander the scene of herself playing with gin in a "Che" vest.

But being able to clearly feel that he was dreaming, Chiyotani Saori instantly relaxed a lot.

She even squeezed out a large ball of slime from her own consciousness, and then slumped on it like a boneless body, feeling the excellent texture.

Not far away, a wisp of smoke slowly rose.

The black-haired young man who seemed to be on the verge of death suddenly jumped up and pulled the strand of hair hanging in front of the gin. The long silver hair suddenly straightened, and then completely snapped, and it was grabbed into his hand, and then thrown to the ground in disgust.

That strand of hair was not much, but the pain of pulling it off was enough for the person concerned to recall it for a long time.

In the somewhat blurred picture, Chiyoya Saori saw Gin's eyes that were almost devouring, and the blood oozing slightly from his temple.

"It's a pity that in order to conform to the setting, I didn't pull it out more." The girl muttered softly, her face was full of vengeance and regret, "I don't know that women's hair can't be pulled!"

The last time she was wearing Shinsuo's vest and had a fight with Gin, the hatred that that guy had for grabbing her hair was far greater in Chiyoya Haori's heart than crushing her ankle.

Feeling that if he thinks about it any more, he is about to wake up, Chiyoya Saori waved his hand in disgust, and waved Gin's distraught face away.

Watching the picture slowly dissipate, she yawned slowly, and continued to indulge herself in the dark and sweet dream.

Hmm... She is also very tired after waking up and dealing with those five sharp idiots...

The plan went through involuntarily in his mind again, and finally turned into just one thought.

——Organization, let's wait and see!

196.

"I solemnly swear...to perform the duties of the police...without fear from any incident...with my own conscience, impartiality, justice..."

The grand and solemn auditorium, the energetic police cadets, the cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, and the shimmering shadows of the morning sun.

"Everything is for the public good!"

The canteen with bright and clean windows, the high-spirited period, the six overlapping hands, and the slogans shouted loudly.

"Toru, are you really going to the police?"

"Well, it's been decided."

——Find her, and then, put on the police uniform and show her, and smile and say that you have kept the promise.

"...Happy birthday! This is the first birthday, but it will definitely not be the last birthday!"

"Hahaha, there's no need to be so moved that you want to cry, right? Thinking about it this way, Toru, you owe us five birthday presents, don't you feel a pain in the flesh... Hey, hey, don't do it!"

—he still owes five birthday presents.

Countless fragments of memory are running around in my mind, like a colorful kaleidoscope refracted in the sunlight, flickering and blurred.

A bullet that came from nowhere shot out from the shadow he couldn't see, shattering the page-turning memory by surprise.

The shimmering fragments fell to the ground like fine snow falling in the sun, and soon disappeared without a trace.

He stood there, stretched out his hand in a daze, and caught one of the fragments.

[The black-haired girl in a plaid skirt had a soft smile on her face, she stretched out her hand, and hooked him intimately—"It's an appointment."

"You will carry my dream and keep going..."]

Dissolved, without a sound.

"don't want--"

The black-haired young man squeezed his hands tightly together, as if he could keep everything, but when he opened it again, all he saw was blood.

The girl's soft smile disappeared, like a specimen sealed in amber or ice, and even her memories were blurred.

——The emotion belonging to Toru Chiyoya is fading.

The snowflakes belonging to memory seemed to collapse in an instant with his shout, and the heavy snow rolled across the entire black space, hitting the ground crackling, wishing to directly smash a hole in the ground and pass through to the other end of the world.

The black-haired young man ran around in vain in the space, trying to hold all the memories of the past in his arms, but he could only watch it melt and disappear bit by bit, and the billowing blood spread from bottom to top, Quickly wrapped around his ankle.

Numbness and sharpness swept over, obviously it should be a hot and warm color, but at this moment it was as cold as the sea water under the Arctic ice.

The piercing pain was like a pickaxe capable of piercing through his mind, again and again, mercilessly reminding Chiyoya Toru of a fact.

What Gin said was correct, Cinsuo had indeed experienced this.

It took only a few months to realize the unforgettable pain, and it really affected him again.

In the eyes of others, the unilateral empathy of the twins only brought him harm from the beginning to the end, but to Chiyoya Toru, this is indeed enough proof for him to feel at ease.

He has always known.

Knowing that Zaori is still alive, knowing that her situation is not good.

But now... I know that she has also fallen into a darkness that is difficult to get rid of.

But just like this, do you have to admit defeat?

Years of double pain had already made the young man's spirit extremely tough. Even though the severe pain continued, as if trying to turn his entire spiritual world upside down, he was still more resistant because of the familiarity in advance.

He can't admit defeat yet.

There are five bastards still waiting for him to go back, and they made an appointment to graduate together and walk down together.

The bright red blood rose slowly, and finally congealed on the side of the waist, unable to enter further, Chiyoya Toru gasped violently, and opened his eyes again.

When I opened my eyes this time, I returned to reality.

……

Chiyoya Toru's brainwashing was more difficult than Shinsuo's. He even said that if Gin Jiu hadn't suppressed him forcefully with one hand, this guy could even have turned himself over in order to resist.

The silver-haired killer slightly raised his hand and glanced at the time. It had already far exceeded the duration of the previous sample. The trance period that should have been a truth-telling effect appeared in the middle, and all the questions raised by the former were avoided by the former with a hoarse cough.

——It doesn't look like it's pretending.

The expression on the young man's face when he coughed was too painful. He held onto his collar tightly, letting the pain from which he couldn't identify the source swamp him, and there was a hint of helpless adaptation between his brows, as if he was already familiar with it.

Qin Jiu felt that after the matter was completed, he would give Chiyoya Toru a full-body physical examination to see what happened to this obviously unqualified physique mixed into the police academy.

But he didn't intend to ask anything, Chiyoya Toru's information is too easy to check, the past is too transparent, and he doesn't even know the information that the organization has always wanted to get. Compared with Cinsuo, his role lies in himself.

Good fighting ability and intelligence, excellent grades and network in the police academy.

The silver-haired killer let out a soft "tsk", but the change in expression caused pain on his face, the dull pain in his eye sockets and the sharp pain in his scalp made him want to vent his anger all the more.

It seems that even the little wolf cub who is driven into a desperate situation cannot easily relax his vigilance.

Gin couldn't help reaching out and touching his forehead, looking at the streaks of blood on his hands, he lowered his top hat gloomyly.

The young man sitting on the chair was trembling violently because of the pain, and the weeping sound overflowed from his lips, and then stubbornly withdrew it, like a little beast that fell behind, trying to call the elders for tolerance, or for help.

Qin Jiu stared at this scene with heavy eyes, hooked Browning who had been thrown aside by his feet, and leaned over to pick it up.

He recalibrated, engaged the safety, and fired a smooth shot at the undercover target, just past his ear.

The undercover who fell into a coma was awakened by the gunshots, his brown eyes were loose, full of death and sorrow, as the only bystander present, he was witnessing the birth of a new tragedy.

That child... is still very young.

He thought a little chaotically, if he could survive if he died, it would be better to kill him directly.

This darkness... is too heavy, it shouldn't be something that child can bear.

"Kill me..." He whispered again.

Although it is already inaudible, it is still clearly reflected by the wall to the ears of other people present in the small space.

Qin Jiu let out a snort, and repeated: "It's not up to you to decide."

The trembling from the side became weaker, and finally turned into a dead silence. Gin squinted sideways, and shouted: "Chiyoya Toru, raise your head."

The black-haired young man didn't move, and after two seconds, he straightened his body slowly like an old-fashioned machine, and then leaned back on the chair helplessly.

His black eyes flickered under the cover of his eyelashes, hesitantly avoiding Gin Jiu's scrutiny.

--Failed?

This somewhat unexpected but reasonable reaction made Gin frowned deeply. Although he and the BOSS had a good idea at the time, they still had doubts about the bloodline of the Chiyotani family.

But now, Chiyotani Toru still maintains a partial self-conscious reaction, which makes him feel a little disappointed.

If the brainwashing fails, refusing to join the organization will only lead to one end—death.

This is not the ending that Gin wants to see.

However, the man quickly realized that if it was really useless, the young man with a strong sense of justice in front of him should not raise his head so obediently, but would instead launch the next round of attacks endlessly like moths flying to a flame.

Chiyoya Toru's way of thinking is too simple and straightforward, and the arrogance that belongs to justice has been implemented in his soul, but he has lost the possibility of treacherous disguise.

Gin got it right.

Then there is only one point-is the medicine insufficient?

The silver-haired killer squinted his eyes, and once again stuffed the gun into Chiyoya Toru's sticky hands covered in cold sweat, and ordered again unceremoniously: "Hold tight, lift it up, and shoot."

"What I said before is still valid." He said unemotionally, "Chiyoya Toru, don't let me down."

The fingers that were convulsed due to the pain that had not completely disappeared collided with the gun and made a slight sound, and the arm was raised slowly, aiming at the undercover who was restrained not far away.

The crosshairs shifted under the trembling, but just making this action meant that everything that happened just now was finally going in the direction he wanted to see.

The resistance of the cubs is completely ineffective in the face of absolute power.

A gleam of joy flashed in Qin Jiu's green eyes, and he said concisely again: "Shoot!"

That arm trembled violently, like sifting chaff, and he couldn't even hold the gun. There was a struggle in Chiyoya's dark eyes, like a white light flashing in the sky on a rainy night.

"Swipe-"

It was pouring rain.

The chaotic consciousness was washed away by the rain, and the soul tried to return to the body again. He slowly and slowly put the gun down and put it on his knees. He still sat upright, just like he was trained when he joined the police.

The joy that spread from the bottom of his heart didn't even linger on his expression, and the anger was once again aroused by the young man's actions.

The murderous aura of gin lingering in the room is as if there is a body, and the dark green eyes are terrifying, even if you look at him, it seems that a piece of flesh will be gouged out.

"Chiyoya Toru!"

The man almost gritted his teeth, he roughly grabbed the young man's collar and pulled him up.

Gin directly met the pair of eyes that were blinking because of the discomfort from the light and tears. Compared with Cinsuo's eyes, which were a degree darker, they seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

But as long as he savored it carefully, he still saw the dying attachment of the policeman from below.

Can't do it, because doing it is the bottom line.

Don't want to beg for mercy, because the pride is still there.

Don't want to struggle because struggling brings more pain.

And he wanted to break this arrogance, break this bottom line, and transform the struggle into another emotion that was enough to please him.

Gin has never been so interested in a thing, or in other words, such a bright soul is destined to be targeted by creatures in the dark.

Without him, there would have been someone else, and there would have even been those predecessors whom the young cop looked up to.

Human beings are like this, they cannot tolerate a little bit of purity, they either join or perish.

But now, this piece of whiteness is already crumbling, and it only needs a little external force to push it down.

Gin remembered all kinds of things said by the researchers who studied the potion, and this electrified wall did not simply prevent people from escaping.

If a drug is not enough to stimulate the reversal of the cells, then increase the external stimulus; if it is not enough, then increase the dose.

If he dies like this, then all he can give is a light pity.

In the time without a savior, the organization has never been stingy in revealing its truest and cruelest side.

Instead of persuading him too much, Gin grabbed the young man's throat and threw him back without hesitation.

There was a dull sound when the back hit the wall, and a thin snake invisible to the naked eye climbed up along the contact part.

The young man's black pupils widened suddenly, his flapping eyelashes froze in an unbeautiful arc like a dying butterfly, and soon struggled with the pain.

Those black eyes became deeper and deeper, as if an electric current had been used to recoat them with a dark color.

There was no sound, and it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to moan.

The chaotic memories in his mind were stimulated again, the red blood plasma boiled and swirled, bursting out with crisp bubble bursting sounds, spreading to the chest again, gradually making people feel suffocated.

don't want……

The bloody lips that had been bitten opened slightly, and only murmured an airy sound that no one could hear, which was quickly covered by the surging pain.

There are too many beings to pay attention to, and too many names to murmur, but at this moment it has become an extremely difficult fulcrum to choose. After all, Chiyoya Toru did not name any of the same period, nor did he expose his weakness.

Even if it is death, don't implicate others.

This is something that was planned from the beginning.

Anyway...he wouldn't live long.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and a warm lump was stuffed into his hand again. As a result of the extreme drop in body temperature, even the handle of the gun that had not been fired felt hot to the touch.

It's almost as if he's already shot... generally.

"shot!"

The commanding tone exploded beside the ear, and the body was uncontrollable like a marionette. There were deep and shallow black spots in front of his eyes, but his fingers still involuntarily followed the command and pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

The violent gunshots and the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the entire space, and even the stomach pouch was aroused by the stimulating breath, and the black-haired young man bent down a little at a loss, and a violent cough gushed out of his mouth in an instant, which could not be suppressed The blood fell on the ground, blooming blood flowers.

Red……

"That's right." Qin Jiu snorted softly, looked at the undercover agent who had been shot in the shoulder, and gave another order without hesitation, "Kill him!"

kill……

Chiyoya Toru was in a trance for a moment, and the voice of the teacher in the law class echoed in his ears.

For the crime of intentional homicide, the statutory punishment is death penalty or life imprisonment or fixed-term imprisonment of more than 5 years, which should be judged according to the purpose of the perpetrator.

Deliberate, proactive, without the slightest room for maneuver.

"Ahem, don't..." The mournful cry that overflowed from the choking cough once again represented the final resistance, "I... refuse."

He buried his head deeply between his knees, trying to escape the gradually chaotic memory, and just silently recited the laws and regulations he knew so well in his heart.

You can't kill people, otherwise...he will never go back.

Class monitor, Matsuda, Fubuya, Mofuku, and Hagiwara...

They are waiting for him.

Even if it's death--

The strangely cold liquid was injected into the body again, and even the already low body temperature gave in and shivered. We could only watch it invade and spread throughout the body with the blood circulation.

The spiritual world trembled under the severe pain and gradually shattered. The memories he grasped with all his strength were like butterflies made of paper, fluttering up and melting into the blood-colored cold magma without a trace.

For a time, death became such an extravagant thing.

The soul seemed to be out of the body, and Chiyoya Toru seemed to be a bystander, watching Gin put the hot Browning M1906 into his hand again - with the last bullet in it.

"kill him."

The silver-haired killer pointed at the dying undercover agent, who was tormented by the bullets and kept awake for the last time, his brown eyes were astonishingly bright.

The black-haired young man held his gun, unable to pull the trigger for a long time.

At this moment, being alive has become lingering and will not create any value. Therefore, even the undercover himself is eager for the last bullet to penetrate his brain or heart.

"Kill me." He opened his lips slightly, and begged the young man whose mind had fallen into a coma and whose vision had lost its brightness, "Please, kill me."

If he can survive and finally remember him, then he is not dead and no one knows.

That's enough.

"Kill him!" Qin Jiu's voice became more serious, giving an ultimatum.

He picked up another gun from the side and aimed it at Chiyoya Toru's temple.

Either he dies, or you die.

The blood-stained face, the undercover agent who could no longer see his original appearance smiled slightly, and said silently again: "Kill me."

"boom--"

The hot and painful bullet finally escaped from the barrel and flew straight to the man's forehead in the distance, without hesitation, and with no room for maneuver, the fatal blow was fatal.

Those brown eyes finally darkened, but at the last moment, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared.

The undercover agent, whose name and nationality are unknown, finally followed his wish to return to eternal sleep, but at the last moment, he seemed to see the eyes of the black-haired young man bursting out with extremely dazzling and sharp light.

Maybe it's just the lighting effect...

Everything is quiet.

The ethereal soul floats above the body, but there is no possibility of meddling.

That righteous obsession was finally bound with blood, and forcefully dragged into the bottomless darkness.

But in the same way, the tight chains can only imprison him in the abyss, but can never obliterate his existence.

Gin's satisfied laughter echoed in the room, and he felt sincere joy and pride in witnessing the birth of a new monster.

As the consciousness gradually sank into the deepest part, Chiyoya Toru still echoed in his ears.

For the crime of intentional homicide, the statutory penalty is death penalty or life imprisonment or fixed-term imprisonment of more than 5 years...

He can't die without destroying this organization.

So, he sentenced himself to life in prison.