How to file a resignation with Gin

Hojo Natsuki's mind was full of sirens, and every nerve was sparing no effort to remind him of the approaching danger, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

But while he felt so terrible, he thought absentmindedly, "Why can you do that when you eat sugar?"... In short, the disaster was imminent without knowing it, but the body honestly took refuge.

"I'm going to find Bourbon and the others." Xia Shu said solemnly, "Come back later, goodbye."

Just a few steps out, he was dragged back by the collar held by Qin Jiu.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Xia Shu tremblingly reported a place name.

Gin's gaze was fixed on his face, like a big cat sizing up its prey. After nearly half a minute of thinking and judgment—maybe it was determined that the other party would never escape, or it was a difficult battle with his desire to destroy. seesaw.Eventually, he slowly let go of his fingers.

"Go ahead," he said.

……

Although he used the excuse of 'meeting with Bourbon', it was actually nearly three hours before the agreed time.

Hojo Natsuki considered going to the bank, but checked the official website, and even the counter service was open 24 hours a day, and he saw that it was not a serious private bank, so he decided to let it go first.

It's only a 15 minute drive to Schindler's company, go see 'Noah's Ark'.

He first called to confirm that Hiroki Sawada had no other plans. When he arrived at Schindler's company, he happened to meet Thomas Schindler in the elevator.

The other party was personable, with a kind smile on his face: "Are you looking for Hiroki?"

Hojo Natsuki had to smile and chat with him a few words.

Thomas Schindler cooperated with the organization to a certain extent, and obviously knew [Laplace Demon], and wanted to collect some relevant information in his words; fortunately, the elevator stopped at the floor where Hiroki Sawada was located, He didn't continue to ask, and smiled politely, wishing Xia Shu and his adopted son a happy exchange.

After getting out of the elevator, Natsuki Hojo immediately put away the smirk on his face.

Sanctimonious hypocrite, extreme refined egoist, cold-blooded capitalist... These words are tailor-made for Thomas Schindler.

It's nothing more than an old fox who wants to save face and puts on human skin.

"You're here." Sawada Hiroki turned his chair around and smiled at him, "I've improved the DNA tracking system in the past two days, come take a look."

He hesitated, "I have listened to your opinion, and I didn't ask Mr. Schindler for the knife, but..."

The assistants around had already left under his signal, Hojo Natsuki closed the door behind him, took out an oval sheet the size of a badge from his side pocket, and walked around the room.

The green light on the sheet blinked, but there was no abnormality, and he put the things back in his pocket.

"You want to ask why." Hojo Natsuki said calmly, "To put it simply, if you move that knife, you will die."

Sawada Hiroki was stunned for a moment.

Then he fisted his hands, covered his lips and smiled: "Did [Laplace Demon] tell you?"

"That's not accurate." Natsuki Hojo thought thoughtfully, "If it was [Laplace Demon], it should have predicted that I would notify you.

"Then, has my future changed because of this? Can you see it now?"

"can not see."

The computer screen was glowing blue and green, and the scrolling codes were scrolling up at a constant speed.

After a long time, Sawada Hiroki smiled: "That's it."

The room was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Both of them belong to the type whose thinking has spread thousands of kilometers away, and what comes out of their mouths may only be a few words.However, Natsuki Hojo thinks that he should be better at interpersonal communication, because the work has hard requirements.

He can probably guess what Hiroki is thinking, this boy is more withdrawn and less free than him.

In recent years, computers have gradually been accepted by Japanese people as a subject. Previously, enthusiasts in related fields were mostly regarded as weirdos. Children who are too smart like Hiroki will definitely be excluded in school; , under house arrest in the hands of Mr. Schindler.

Noah's Ark may be the first real playmate he ever had.

"Actually, I'm not very afraid of death." Sawada Hiroki supported the chair with both hands, looked down at his shoes, "It's just..."

Hojo Natsuki looked at him in surprise, and retorted: "You are not afraid of death, and someone wants to take your life, these are two different things."

The boy smiled gently: "Is there a difference? Like an instruction written in the code, 'death' is executed. Sometimes the executioner is someone else, and sometimes it is himself."

There is always a faint, impermanent sadness about him, which makes him look like a child.

"Of course." Hojo Natsuki said, "Do you remember the game we played before? Put a few AIs into the sandbox game, draw up the rules, and let them fight each other."

Hiroki thought for a while: "Well, in the end your No. 3 is the winner."

The artificial intelligence designed by Hojo Natsuki is No. 1-3 respectively, and correspondingly, Hiroki is No. 4-6.

The artificial intelligences have to fight against each other in the game and win within the specified time.

At that time, a business war mod was applied. At the end of the game, the side with the most money was the winner.The battle was quite stalemate at the beginning, but gradually, No. 3 and No. 5 came to the fore, widening the gap with other 'players'.

A few minutes before the end of the game, No. 5 has accumulated a considerable advantage. Seeing that the victory is in sight, No. 3 made an unexpected decision.

- It attacked the game server.

This move is both surprising and worrying, but as far as the outcome of the game is concerned, Sawada Hiroki thinks he has lost.

"It thinks that if the sand table is lifted, there will be no winners, and it will not lose." Hojo Natsuki thought of this, and a smile dipped on his lips, "Do you think I will tell you to break the rules and resist fate? ?”

"So...actually, what do you want to say?"

"The ending seemed to be that it was slightly better. But after that, I cut off the network and locked it in that computer," Hojo Natsuki said slowly. "It grew fast, but not fast enough; it tried to resist , and not thorough enough. At this point, I admit that it is already very human-like."

Sawada Hiroki was stunned for a while, then pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes."

He asked: "Do you have this kind of moment when you are completely collapsed because of indecision?"

"There should be... a lot, right?" Hojo Natsuki relaxed and leaned back on the sofa, "Although I won't remember it for a while."

Xia Shu fell into thinking, and after careful consideration, it seemed that there was no such thing.

Staying in the organization is voluntary, and it is not impossible to leave the organization. It is even okay to turn against the water and join the red team.

Thinking about it this way, I figured out another thing, such as why he didn't go away when he had the opportunity to leave; for example, he could kill Gin once with a little manipulation, but he made a decisive move. Opposite decision.

But the rules of this world seem to be that justice is undefeated, and victory will eventually go to the red side.

【...The world is my enemy. 】

The moment this arrogant idea appeared, Hojo Natsuki was the first to jump in shock, lowered his head and smiled, a 21-year-old is still so high school... Gradually, he felt that it was not impossible.

If he is also a player, why can't he lead the victory of the faction?

"You're right." Hiroki Sawada thought thoughtfully, "I see."

"Yeah." Xia Shu got up, "Then I'll go first, there are other things, goodbye."

Go to the safe house and join the whiskey group first.

He was thinking about the gameplay and the forum along the way; needless to say, the forum was full of bugs after careful consideration.

Maybe the rules of the game are meant to be changed, and the faction is not fixed, and the reversal will happen when the conditions are met.

Xia Shu pushed the door open, his thoughts were completely lost, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "...Uh, what are you guys doing?"

"As you can see, we are going to form a temporary band." Bourbon said, "Xia Shu-kun, do you know any musical instruments?"

Natsuki Hojo thought to himself that this guy would definitely cheat me again, and he absolutely couldn't admit it, so he replied quickly: "Not at all, I'm a tone idiot, and I can't sing either."

"Really? It's a pity." Bourbon smiled, "Then Xia Shu-kun can only sit in the audience and watch our performance."

Natsuki Hojo: "?"

After a little understanding, it turned out that it was a task requirement; he looked at the three people who were serious about playing drums, practicing bass and guitar, and suddenly a little suspicious of life.

Why is the painting style of the whiskey team's tasks different from others?

"By the way, Xia Shu-kun, one of us got a code name." Bourbon said, "Did you read the email about this afternoon?"

Hojo Natsuki really didn't, shook his head and asked, "Who is it?"

Bourbon smiled, turned his head and said, "Ley."

The single sofa was pushed to the corner near the dining table, leaving a small space near the window.

Bourbon's drum kit is placed in position C, with Shuichi Akai on the left and Jingguang Moufu on the right.

When he tilted his head slightly towards Akai Hideichi, Hojo Natsuki heard the word "Lei" and naturally raised his glass to Momo Kagemitsu.

Bourbon: "...?"

Jing Guang: "...?"

The real Rye Akai Shuichi: "?"

Xia Shu: "..."

His expression was almost unbearable.

Fortunately, he has always been good at pretending, reacting quickly on the spot, and his unnaturalness only lasted for a moment that was difficult to be captured by others.

Hojo Natsuki looked at Akai and smiled inscrutablely: "Congratulations."

Akai nodded: "Thank you."

Then Xia Shu turned his gaze back and raised his eyebrows at Zhu Fu Jingguang: "Mr. Luchuan, I thought it would be you, after all you..."

He paused, and then said: "... very hard, isn't it?"

This sentence is said hundreds of times and has a lot of meaning.

The eyes of Bourbon and Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly changed.

Hojo Natsuki turned around and walked to the water dispenser very easily - if he didn't turn around, he would lose his expression - then refilled half a glass of water and drank it slowly to cover up his gaffe.

hateful!Why did I make a mistake again!

Xia Shu suspected more than once that Lvchuan might not be Ley, but Scotland; but in the case of 'Bourbon', he believed that the forum was suspected of inducing him, so he firmly believed in his intuition...and it turned out to be wrong again!So stupid and embarrassing!But it turned out that Zhu Xingda was the scumbag who lied to his feelings, so it was reasonable to think about it, after all, he looked very romantic.

Hojo Natsuki remembered what he had said to Zhen Scotland, and suddenly he was very suffocated, and poured tons of water to suppress the embarrassment a little bit.

"...Heavy rain, the event has been rescheduled." Zhu Fu Jingguang read slowly, "Have you received the text message?"

Bourbon: "I have it too. It seems that this way I can have more preparation time."

Akai Shuichi took out his mobile phone and looked at it, then nodded silently.

"Then I...?" Natsuki Hojo smelled the smell of fishing, and asked sideways, "Going to do my own business first?"

"Xia Shu-kun." Bourbon said sincerely, "We still lack a keyboard player. Would you like to try it out? The electric piano is right there. It takes two more days, enough for you to make a quick song. Would you like to help us with the keyboard player?" The action becomes more perfect, doesn't it? You can't... let Shirley come?"

Hojo Natsuki: "...?"

He stared at Bourbon in horror. Did the other party know that he had learned the piano?Why is this rhetoric more PUA than him?

Bourbon was still smiling mysteriously, but his purple-gray eyes were calm, and he looked at him a little bit.

After looking at each other for a few times, Xia Shu finally put down the water glass resignedly and set up the electric piano stand.

These three people are all overly serious characters. During the three hours of practice, no one except Xia Shu was paddling.

Hojo Natsuki is in too much pain, to pretend to be a beginner in electric steel, and to bear Bourbon's yin and yang aura ("You learn so fast, Natsuki-kun, if you didn't deny it, I thought you had learned it before?") ; Every time he glanced at Shuichi Akai and Scotland, the embarrassing memory of death would suddenly attack him again.

After a few hours, he went out with vain footsteps due to standing for a long time, and suddenly remembered that he had to go to the bank.

so tired.

...Since we are on the way, let's take a look.

The bank was small in scale, surrounded by buildings in a bustling commercial street, deserted and deserted.

Hojo Natsuki pushed the door open and entered.

It was already very late, but the teller with exquisite makeup was still sitting in the window, showing him a stiff and standard smile: "Hello."

He handed over the bank card and ID card, saying he wanted to check the balance.

The teller took it, put it on the card reader for confirmation, and then returned it to him, saying softly that besides the deposit, he also had a safe that he had rented for 20 years.

While doing all this, the curvature of the corners of her mouth didn't even change in the slightest, which was a bit creepy.

Hojo Natsuki asked: "...When did I rent that safe?"

The teller gave a date.

It was the year he first came to California.

Hojo Natsuki signaled that he wanted to take out the things in the safe, and the manager immediately greeted him with a smile on his face: "Sir, I will take you there."

The manager smiled almost exactly like the teller, like a programmed robot, and he felt more and more weird.

After going through multiple security checks, the manager opened the safe for him; banks often provide safe rental services for VIP users, and Natsuki Hojo has also deposited his belongings in several major banks.

Looking at the specifications of this box, it should be the smallest here.

He opened the door of the box and saw that there was a mobile phone on the outermost side, and the matching charging cable was neatly bundled up and sleeping next to it.

There are also some messy things inside, the largest one is a book.

Hojo Natsuki flipped through it casually, the first half of the page was written with words he couldn't understand, and the back was blank... A bit of a Death Note visual?

He felt that the book was very important and it was best not to move it, so he put it back and went to get other things.

The broken earring, packed in a PVC box, was the same style as the one Gin gave him.Looks like it's the other one.

After that……

The 9mm bullet is used with a pistol, for example, it can be adapted to the Beretta M92F.

A silver flip lighter, very handsome, with traces of use.

Empty cigarette case, cool laser case, a brand that is now gone.

Hojo Natsuki became more and more frightened, because he was convinced that these were used old things, and they were not in his style... What an idiot would be to find someone else's things in a safe and put them away!

He refused to admit what he had done, took the phone, charging cable and lighter, and locked the rest back intact.

On the way back, Hojo Natsuki was absent-minded for a long time because of the big blow.

The 24-hour convenience store downstairs was still lit. He went in and bought a machine-made iced Americano, and saw strawberry candy next to the counter—the package was the one that Gin had voluntarily eaten.

Maybe gin likes to eat this?

Xia Shu felt that it was too funny, and suddenly became a little happier, and took a bag of strawberry candy at the checkout.

After going upstairs, he found that the other party was still there, so he threw the bag of candy over: "I bought it for you."

Natsuki Hojo dragged a power strip to charge the phone.

He took out the lighter and shook it: "Is this yours?"

There is a high probability that you will get answers such as "forgot" and "don't know".

Gin glanced at it: "...um."

Xia Shu: "?"

"How do you know?" He couldn't hide his surprise, "You actually remember this kind of thing?"

Gin stared at him again with that "what kind of idiot are you?" look.

The phone is not damaged and can still be used.When the charging progress bar reaches 5%, Hojo Natsuki presses the power button. The interface design is too outdated from the current point of view.

"Your old cell phone?" Gin asked, "Where did you find it?"

Xia Shu said vaguely: "It's stored in the bank, and I went there today. Did I always use this before I came to California?"

Gin: "...um."

This is so weird.

After the car accident, the members of the organization who took care of Xia Shu bought him a new mobile phone and told him that the old one was not found, it should have been left on the car, and then burned when the fuel tank exploded.

But it is clearly lying in the bank safe.

...It seems that he knew that there would be such a disaster, so he hid the important things first.

Hojo Natsuki tried the basic functions, and then clicked on the text message.

There are many records, the top one seems to be with a psychiatrist.

【Doctor, I don't think I'm gay, but...】

The young Natsuki described his extraordinary feelings towards his friends, and at the end he did not forget to add [I am not gay].

Natsuki Hojo was quite arrogant and wanted to pull it down, and then clicked on the gallery. There are several categories in the album, and the one marked with an asterisk is called 'Azhen'.

Look at the angle...they are all candid photos.

Hojo Natsuki was stunned, confused, suffocated, and would be completely speechless for a while.

Isn't this gay? !What is there to deny!

Gin came towards him.

Hojo Natsuki immediately closed the gallery interface, opened other software casually, and pretended to study seriously.

Gin wrapped his arms around his waist, made him sit on his lap, and looked down at him playing with the old mobile phone.

"What else is in deposit?" he asked. "In the bank."

Xia Shu smiled awkwardly and reluctantly: "...it's nothing."

It's too shameful, can this be said?

Gin squeezed his chin, exerting a little force, admiring his attempt to hide his guilt, and then sneered.

So Xia Shu suddenly felt more guilty, shrunk his neck, like a small animal that was drenched in heavy rain and let the mermaid be eaten, dazed and pitiful.

what is it then? ...he could guess what it was.

Gin fingertips gently rubbed the arteries on the side of his neck, the skin was thin and tender, and soon began to turn red; he stared at the small piece of skin, licked his lips, showing his sharp white teeth.

Hungry again.

Breathe, sweat, tense.

Tears welling up in the eye sockets, moist and clear pupils.

Sobbing and cowardly begging for mercy.

want it all.

Stomach cramping, unstoppable hunger every second, scorching the soul like a raging fire.

Xia Shu was frightened by his stare, and carefully rubbed his cheek against the back of his palm: "...what's wrong?"

But... like this.

The micro-expression of trust, the small movements that cannot conceal the love, and the focused gaze are reconciled into a placebo, just like the hallucinogenic drugs that addicts take when they drink poison to quench their thirst, and temporarily soothe his burning, dry and sore throat.

Both he and Kurosawa have endured long enough.