How to file a resignation with Gin

Hojo Natsuki confronted him silently for a long time, then moved away the gun pointed at his chin.

"...It's unnecessary." He said, "If you leave the organization, there will be a lot of trouble, and the people who hunted us down will bite us like a school of sharks."

As gin, he is the trump card played by the black organization.

If you leave the group, you will become the target of public criticism.

Gin: "Yeah."

"At least for the next five years, run for your life like a bereaved dog."

"Ah."

Hojo Natsuki opened his mouth - but I don't want to go with you anymore.

Unable to speak, the words rolled around in his throat, but he swallowed them anyway.

He wondered if it was his own problem. When the moon was dimly hanging in his memory, he was a poor man looking at the moon obsessively; when it really appeared in front of his eyes, he found that the satellite of the earth was just one of countless ordinary celestial bodies. a lifeless one.

This feeling of loss and frustration came up in an instant.

He is too smart, fame and power are easily available and boring, and it is not difficult to live a high-scoring answer sheet in secular values.

He was so dull, like a little snail stretching out its tentacles again, after thinking and thinking again and again, he eagerly glued a broken glass heart together again and handed it to the unpredictable killer.

But the other party doesn't know how to cherish it.

"You will regret it one day." Hojo Natsuki said softly, "It's simpler and more efficient to kill me no matter how you look at it."

Like, he always does.

"Gin." Under Gin's furious gaze, he sighed and laughed again, "Why would you do such a thankless thing? According to your habits, even if you know that the organization will be wiped out, you just advance Get ready, wait for that day to come, and then escape by feigning death. You hate traitors the most....Leaving now is a betrayal."

Qin Jiu said coldly: "Shut up before I repent."

Hojo Natsuki said sincerely: "I am urging you to repent."

Qin Jiu's face became colder and colder, almost freezing the air, and the sharp killing intent pressed down like a mountain, making it difficult to breathe.

"Don't look at me like that." Xia Shu sniffed, "It's scary."

This sentence inadvertently eased the atmosphere, although he still did not put down the pistol.

"You're drinking again." Gin said, "Is this your promise?"

Hojo Natsuki looked at him gently, without any trace of blame in his tone, just stating the facts: "You also shot me again."

Gin fell silent, and the patter of rain outside the window became more distinct.

He should have explained, but he said nothing.

Hojo Natsuki should have asked, but he didn't want to.

Maybe he has a reason, because he is Gin, Hojo Natsuki has excused Gin many times in this way.In that position, there is malice from all directions and covetousness. It is not easy to protect important things, and Gin can't let it go even an inch.

He was willing to believe that the gin wouldn't kill him, but that was all.

Hojo Natsuki thought: Love is like an ice cream lying in a convenience store freezer.

Wouldn't his love be outdated, won't be preempted, won't be weary of waiting?It will too.

But Qin Jiu didn't understand, he didn't even take the initiative to explain, his preference seemed so bloody.Gin's world is made up of turmoil, bullets and violence, and his most common way to deal with a matter is to take the perpetrator's life.

Asking him to compare his heart to his heart, to understand a person's hesitation, loss, dilemma and fear, is really demanding to the extreme.

He has few emotions, never curiosity, only goals in his eyes.His sincerity belongs to the organization, and his selfishness belongs to Natsuki Hojo. When the two conflict, the interests of the former often take precedence.This time, he chose Xia Shu - because he realized that the other party really wanted to die.

But Natsuki Hojo had already made a completely different decision.

He is not ready to wait, what are you waiting for?

Waiting for the sugar-coated return of the things that once made him miserable?

Hojo Natsuki thought about tearing the card, and the more he thought about it, the more he took it for granted.He disregarded everything except scientific research and gin equally. He once thought that he had a psychological problem. After all, he lived in the world and didn't care about any of the secular values. From the perspective of ordinary people, it was a bit shocking.

If he is a player, it can perfectly explain this point, after all, this world is not real to him; although he feels that returning to the so-called "real world", this kind of indifference will continue, after all, he is like this people.

The wordless confrontation continued for a while, Hojo Natsuki dropped the gun on the carpet with a muffled sound.

He sat up and demanded, "Hug me."

Qin Jiu finally strode across the invisible line, embraced him in his arms, and gradually folded his arms.The broad shoulders are getting tighter and tighter, as if trying to rub him into the flesh and blood, and want the dying person to grab a chance.

The heat is transmitted from the attached skin, and spreads along the nerves and bone seams.

Hojo Natsuki complained: "You hurt me."

The opponent's shackles loosened slightly.

Xia Shu buried into his neck and rubbed gently.Still a familiar smell.

Thinking of the imminent farewell, a fine and long dull pain spread inexplicably in my heart.The wound on his arm was still not healed, and he suffered another unspeakable grief.Sorrow is a wound that bleeds when touched by any hand except the hand of love; even the hand of love will surely bleed.

He hurts so much.

"I'm afraid of pain." Xia Shu whispered, "I hate you forcing me."

Gin tilted his head, and his lips pressed against his cheek lightly.

After a long time, he said, "Got it. I won't do it in the future."

"You can't coax people at all. You should sincerely apologize at this time."

"...Keep an inch."

Xia Shu nodded: "Yes. Have you repented? The organization hasn't found out yet."

The other party's answer was to bite the skin of his neck with one bite, and the sharp pain from the tip of the teeth was immediately transmitted to the brain, and the blood came out and was licked away by the tip of the tongue.

"……pain!"

Hojo Natsuki struggled, and after struggling to break free, he covered the bitten place with his backhand.

The flesh began to heat up, and the remaining pain throbbed vividly.

Gin let go of him in satisfaction, and licked his canine teeth.

Then he stretched out his hand, and put the back of his hand against Xia Shu's forehead, lowered his eyelids, and said, "Let's rest here tonight."

Gin put the gun on the ground into the bag, confiscated the two cyanide capsules hidden on Natsuki Hojo, and began to make some preparations to get out.He hesitated for a while whether to take him into the bedroom, and after a few seconds, he decided to put him where he could see him.

Then he turned on the TV in the living room, and casually threw the remote control to Hojo Natsuki, letting him pass the time by himself.

Xia Shu turned over, the broadband TV was not renewed, and there were only a few channels.

He cut back and forth several times, stopped at a channel that was broadcasting a nature documentary, and was distracted while watching.

What would the real world look like?More peaceful, or more turbulent?

What do doctors actually do?Anyway, it can't be a doctor, otherwise the patient is really going to die.There is a high probability that he is an extreme person. This person has a white face and a dark heart, which is quite suitable.

What about himself?Academically obsessed researchers, or reclusive inventors?To be honest, it's hard for him to imagine himself completely immersed in research, and it's probably neither of them.

The dubbing of the documentary gradually sounded in the room.

"...After the crocodile comes ashore, it will definitely go back the same way. Local hunters use this to hunt and kill the crocodile. They hide in the dark to observe the crocodile's moving route, and then bury a sharp knife on its way to make a simple camouflage , only the tip of the knife is exposed."

Hojo Natsuki was slightly attracted to his attention, and regained his senses from his aimless imagination.

"Then make noises, or other methods, to scare the crocodiles, and they will escape into the water along the way they came. The tip of the knife pierced the crocodile's jaw and cut a long gash in the abdomen, but it will not Go back."

Facing the catastrophe of extinction, but also to hit upwards.

How stupid.

He watched the documentary with a blank face, and lay on the sofa with his eyes closed.

"Sleepy?" Qin Jiu asked.

"A little bit, I've been drinking." He said vaguely, "I'm so sick and hungry."

Gin: "It serves you right."

Xia Shu still had his eyes closed, but he heard from the noise that he was about to go out. He probably went back to get some things, and then wiped away the traces, delaying the time for the organization to find out.

"...I want to eat butter potatoes." He suddenly said, "The kind wrapped in tin foil, there are many small stalls at the foot of the Hokkaido ski resort. When I went there before, there was a sudden mission, and I didn't buy one before trying it." came back."

Gin: "How old are you?"

Natsuki repeated: "I want to eat butter potatoes."

"it is summer now."

"I want to eat."

"...Understood." Qin Jiu clicked his tongue, "There is a night market."

The implication is that I will bring him back later.

Qin Jiu picked him up and put him on the bed in the bedroom. Seeing him staring at him for a moment, he felt secretly uneasy.

"What?" he asked.

"I want to sleep with you." Xia Shu stretched out his hand, hooked his little finger, and blinked, "Okay?"

His voice was soft and husky, and the invitation was really touching.

And Gin Jiu tucked the quilt up for him, and refused expressionlessly: "No."

"I'll be right back." He warned coldly, "You'd better not do anything to make me angry."

Xia Shu said "Oh", and then said, "I'm very good."

Qin Jiu still couldn't let go of his heart, and his eyes were fixed on his face.There was a small mole on Xia Shu's cheek near the temple, like a drop of blood dripping down.

He rubbed it twice with his fingertips, and the small piece of skin quickly turned red.

It is clearly within reach, but it seems to be separated by a barrier.There was an invisible chasm separating the two.

It seems that on that day two years ago, Natsuki Hojo stood barefoot in the sun-drenched ward, and Gin sat on the bench outside the corridor. They were only separated by a door, like endless sea water and the distant moon.

The sea is so wide that it is impossible to swim across.

But now, Hojo Natsuki looked at him, pursed his lips, and expressed his accusation wordlessly with his eyes.

Gin suppressed his inexplicable emotions, gave another warning, and walked out of the room.The disordered unease throbbing in his chest was a killer instinct that had saved his life in countless moments of crisis.

But bringing Natsuki Hojo with him would restrict his hands and feet and increase the possibility of exposure; he was also sick, so it was most suitable to be placed here.

Qin Jiu carefully examined this matter according to his usual habits, and rationally felt that there would be nothing wrong, so he forcibly turned his attention to how to clean up the mess.

……

After confirming his departure, Hojo Natsuki lifted the quilt and got up, groping in the living room.

The pistol hidden under the sofa disappeared, and the pills placed in the deepest freezer of the refrigerator were also searched...

True, the rainstorm had covered up his presence on the balcony, Gin hadn't accounted for it, and the miniature pistol in the old flower pot had survived.

The gun was a miniature revolver, four bullets in total, with one-hit deadly poison encased in a thin, brittle metal casing.

He rang the doctor again, who answered quickly this time.

"I'm coming to see you." Xia Shu said, "What do you think?"

The other party was silent for a while, obviously understood what he meant, and suddenly laughed: "Then, welcome back?"

"Have you found the book?"

"Ah."

"what's it for?"

"You'll know."

"Oh." Hojo Natsuki paused, and asked softly, "I can still, can I come back?"

The doctor said noncommittally: "This is not something I can decide."

"Is it like here? Would it be more interesting?"

The doctor sighed a long time: "What's the difference? Life is just as boring."

He chatted with the doctor for a long time, as familiar and cordial as friends who have really known each other for many years, even though they all dislike each other very much.

After hanging up the phone, Hojo Natsuki opened the magazine and thought about his last words.

Virtual death should also have a sense of ritual. What should be engraved on the tombstone?

'The man is not dead, just out of time. 'Too pretentious.

'It's nothing, I'll hang up first. 'This is not bad.

Maybe there is not necessarily a tombstone.He decided not to consider this matter, after all, it cannot be decided by his own will.

Hojo Natsuki went around and found that the wine in the living room had been cleared away, leaving only a plain ring on the empty coffee table.He picked it up again to play with, thought for a long time, and finally put it on his ring finger, just as a souvenir, and he couldn't take it away anyway.

It's just a ring, if you don't wear it, it doesn't mean you are strong, and if you wear it, it doesn't mean that it is worthless.

Xia Shu picked up the old mobile phone, ready to write something in the memo.

Whenever this happened, he would suddenly run out of words and lose the ability to express himself. After thinking about it, he really had nothing to say, so he just let it go.

The miniature bullet is only as big as the knuckle of a little finger, and the wound is small, so it will not die ugly.

Hojo Natsuki poured them all out, and then put them back one by one, the fragments that were not clear flashed back frequently in his mind.

first bullet.

There is a label on the box to take twice a day.

Kurosawa Jin: "Get up and take your medicine."

But Xia Shu was curled up in the quilt, a little confused from the fever, mumbled a few words, and said words of rejection.

Before leaving, the private doctor glanced at him and said, "Then you feed him, it's bitter, and you can eat some sugar after drinking it."

Kurosawa Zhen and the little snail in the quilt saw each other silently for a moment, then stood up resignedly to make medicine.

Let it cool down to a temperature that can be eaten, and then pull the person out, pinch the chin and prepare to pour it into his mouth, which is more like pouring poison on someone.

Xia Shuqing stared at him with lingering eyes, with a soft and pitiful accusation.

Kurosawa Zhen: "..."

"You are too much." Xia Shu said, "I don't want to drink, just sleep."

With Kurosawa's rare moment of hesitation, the little snail retracted again.He glanced at the TV screen, it was playing the latest hit TV series, the heroine was lying sickly on the bed, and the male protagonist was feeding her sugar water by the spoonful.

"……come out."

He pushed the quilt.

In the end, he coaxed and fed the potion, even though Kurosawa's coaxing was no different from intimidation, it was fierce and bluffing, as if he would be killed in the next second if he didn't agree.

After drinking, Xia Shu's facial features were almost wrinkled together, as if he had been greatly wronged, and he was about to cry when he touched it; Kurosawa Jin picked up a chocolate candy ball on the table and threw it to him, and he peeled off the candy wrapper , smacking twice, the brows gradually relaxed.

Kurosawa turned his head and pulled the corner of his lower lip.

Kind of funny.

This is the first time he has learned how to be gentle, like a wild beast to put away its sharp claws, so as not to hurt others.His imitation is jerky and even crude, and it even has the meaning that drawing a tiger is not an anti-dog.

Hojo Natsuki, who recalled this scene, also felt a little funny, and lowered his eyes to load the second bullet.

He thought of gin and sighed.

Kurosawa Zhen seemed to have been silently killed by himself.

Hojo Natsuki couldn't help being sad, but he also knew that if Gin didn't kill Kurosawa, there was no way to protect him.

It's like a circle that can't be drawn in any way.