How to file a resignation with Gin

Xia Shu: "...Huh?"

It was just a few peaceful tears, but after hearing his words, they couldn't stop at all, rolling out of the eye sockets incessantly.

"I, I dreamed." He cried out of breath, "...you died. Many times."

Kurosawa asked indifferently, "Curse me?"

Xia Shu choked up: "...No, it's true."

Just like a crying child after a fall, if there is no one to coax him, he will dry his tears and stand up; but if there is a handkerchief and warm embrace handed over, the tears will not be stopped no matter what.

In Kurosawa's icy voice, the emotions stuck in Xia Shu's heart melted like snowflakes in spring, covering his mouth and nose.

Kurosawa listened patiently for a while in silence, then said, "Okay. Don't cry."

"Bang bang—"

There were a few moderate gunshots from the alley.

Kurosawa subconsciously covered the sound hole of the phone, while skillfully unloading the magazine and quickly reloading, he whispered, "Idiot, I'm not dead yet."

Xia Shu said something incoherently, with sobs in his words.

"Understood, I promise you." Kurosawa replied quickly, "I have something to do."

He hung up the phone, and the half of Kurosawa's field of vision immediately turned into darkness, leaving only the other half of the boy Natsuki.

Seeing the "call ended" flashing on the screen, Xia Shu stopped crying immediately.Not long after, emotions such as grievance and fear faded from his face, and he returned to his expressionless and calm appearance.

He dug out the [Laplace Demon] model machine from the drawer, played with it in his palm, his eyes were stern and full of scrutiny.

The thoughts of the young Natsuki are simultaneously given to Hojo Natsuki, who is recalling all of this.

He saw Kurosawa who died again and again, like flipping through each side of a picture album quickly, staying for a very short time, but it was shocking enough.

Gradually loosening Beretta's finger bones, the blood splashed on the back of the palm...

[I want to observe his future, and unintentionally break the secrets outside the rules. 】

[It's like Truman was driving a car, and the car radio was suddenly connected to the signal wave of the director's team outside the studio. Immediately afterwards, the poor actors were in a lot of situations, and Truman discovered the secret that had been kept from him all his life. 】

【Kurosawa will die.I must save him. ...but is this really the first time I've discovered this? 】

The boy's heartbeat gradually weakened, replaced by the vibrating sound of the phone.

"Drip-drip-"

Hojo Natsuki woke up instantly.He glanced briefly, and it was Gin who asked him where he was.

He was a little panicked, but the documents he presented for buying wine and opening a room were forged, so the other party probably wouldn't be able to find out after such a short time.He made up a reason casually, and Gin seemed to accept it, asking him to come over as soon as possible.

Hojo Natsuki immediately swallowed the hangover medicine and allergy medicine - from the organization research institute, the quality is guaranteed.Then pack up like a war, skillfully dispose of the evidence, put on new clothes, brush teeth, mouthwash, chewing gum...

Ten minutes later, he had returned to his handsome appearance, the specific medicine took effect quickly, and the allergic reaction had subsided, but his cheeks were still a little red.But walking lightly, there is a feeling of being top-heavy and about to fall down at any time, but ordinary people passing by can't tell it at all.

The meeting point was still the old parking lot, and he found the familiar Porsche without much effort.

Xia Shu just wanted to go to the back seat, but found that there was no one in the driver's seat, so he sat in naturally.

Gin was dozing off, his top hat was casually placed on the center storage box, and he didn't even lift his eyelids - but he must have woken up.

Hojo Natsuki didn't want to expose this matter that they knew each other well, and wanted to ask where the vodka had gone, and quickly made a judgment based on various signs that 'he went to buy cigarettes for gin', so he stopped and said nothing. say.

There were shallow breathing sounds in the car one after another.

The hangover medicine gradually calmed Hojo Natsuki's restless nerves and blood, and also brought on tiredness.

This is not a good sign, at least not for now.

Hojo Natsuki leaned closer, trying to count his eyelashes, and was surprised to find that even Gin's eyelashes were silvery white, refracting tiny broken lights.

He lowered his head and smiled silently, but when he raised his eyes, he met Qin Jiu's cold gaze.

The other party raised his eyelids to look at him, his posture was very easy to handle.

Xia Shu: "..."

He subconsciously felt guilty and looked away; after doing this little action, he thought to himself why should I be guilty?Why does it always feel like being caught doing bad things?

So he turned his eyes back, stared at Gin for a few seconds, and suddenly felt a sense of relief—that was great.

Hojo Natsuki stepped across the center console and sat in his arms, her cheek pressed against the side of his neck.

Puff, puff.

The sound of the pulse is calm and powerful.

……Very good.He is still alive.

Hojo Natsuki relaxed, allowing himself to be wrapped in the opponent's scent.

But the next second—

Gin said, "You've been drinking."

Xia Shu: "..."

"I didn't." He retorted, "Don't blame me."

Qin Jiu put his palm on his cheek, looked straight at him, and asked each word with a pause: "Don't you take my words at ease?"

Hojo Natsuki immediately lowered his voice and apologized: "...I'm sorry."

He changed his posture slightly, retracted the long legs that had nowhere to rest from the central storage box, and shrunk into a ball subconsciously.Then he raised his head and kissed Gin Jiu flatteringly on the chin.

Gin ignored it, fiddled with the phone, then threw it aside, and then looked at him again.

The cold lake-green eyes were filled with complex emotions mixed with anger, and they were terribly bright in the dimly lit car.

"You need to learn some lessons."

Gin casually undid the belt, and the metal buckle collided with the lock, making a creepy crisp sound.

Hojo Natsuki just wanted to get up, but was held down by him with one hand.

"...Wait, wait a minute." He said tremblingly, "The vodka will come back later, okay? It's not suitable."

"I informed him."

Xia Shu almost broke into a cold sweat: "...This parking lot is, it's not completely deserted..."

Gin casually pulled out the belt, cut his hands behind his back, and used it to bind Xia Shu's wrist bones - in the process, his struggle was easily crushed, like a flame that was just ignited and then swallowed by the wind.

"There's someone." He laughed softly, but his voice seemed poisoned, coaxing, "So don't shout so loudly. Do you understand?"

Gin Jiu got up and raised his head to kiss him.

It was a fierce, biting kiss, unabashedly predatory, as brutal as a flame.

The soft and moist kiss lost its comforting meaning, and he treated Natsuki coldly like an enemy, carrying out the punishment called love.

An unpredictable storm, howling and galloping, swept from his movements.

Slowly but surely, Gin forced his entire line to unravel.

Hojo Natsuki was suppressed by his momentum and desire, his breathing was like a sharp and short wind.

He let out an unbearable low sigh, his heart trembled continuously, and his body convulsed and let out a silent mourning following the opponent's movements.

"...lightly, lightly."

He sobbed and begged for mercy, and the small and hidden pain was entangled in the broken sobs.

Gin Jiu licked his back molars, and sighed happily: "Huh?...Why are you crying again?"