How to file a resignation with Gin

Of course Kurosawa did it on purpose.

He began to dream intermittently a few years ago, dreaming of this person beside him.

At the beginning, he was a teenager, and Natsuki Hojo had an immature outline, with a pair of deer-like clear eyes on his fair face.He is very young and easy to understand, his emotions are clearly spread on his face for others to read, he is completely childish.

You can't hide your happiness, and you can't hide your unhappiness.

I had a cold war and wanted to reconcile, but I didn't know how to take the initiative to speak up, hesitating and awkward.

He came over with a pillow in his arms, and talked nonsense with his eyes empty, saying that he was afraid of the dark and thunder, and wanted to sleep together.

While observing him from the subjective perspective, Kurosawa is coerced by inexplicable feelings that do not belong to him.At first I thought so, and then I gradually got in tune with my own thoughts in the dream, maybe it was another Heisawa, and the thinking and emotion of the same body are always so similar.

He wants to own this person, thoroughly, preferably with iron chains, restricting his freedom, so that he can never leave his sight.Break off the wings of the bird, destroy any possibility of his future, hold it firmly in your own hands, and get him.

This idea is undoubtedly out of bounds and illegal, but Kurosawa Jin himself is not a person with a strong sense of justice. He works for the FBI. Dedication and meticulousness are his personal habits. After leaving the FBI, he will also work for other organizations like this. His nature is like this. Has nothing to do with faction affiliation.

He followed the information in his memory to find someone, and soon found relevant clues.

The black-haired boy in the ID photo was in high spirits, with a light smile.

But I can only track the movement before I left California. After I returned to Tokyo, I had no news and disappeared in the crowd.

It's normal to think about it. This kid majored in computer science and minored in a bunch of courses related to communication engineering and industrial design. He is not a key surveillance target of the FBI, so it is easy to hide himself.

Kurosawa wanted to find someone, so he glanced at the date of birth.

...not yet of age.

Kurosawa suddenly found it tricky.He could clearly feel that, just dreaming piecemeal, the moral barrier in his heart, which is better than nothing, has been eroded by Xia Shu's every move.

Maybe when you see yourself, you will involuntarily do irreparable things.

hold on.

However, some things may be destined to happen. There are more than 3000 million people in the Tokyo metropolitan area. Under the neon lights, tourists are like crowds of krill.

Jin Kurosawa walked out of the convenience store, crossed the alienated flow of people, and locked on the boy across the road at a glance.

He took the things handed by the stall owner, turned his head, and his eyes slipped into Kuisawa's line of sight, so that he could use 'beautiful' to describe it.He was a little dazed at first, but when he saw Heize, his expression immediately turned into vigilance.

Like a small animal with pointed ears at the sound of a hunter's footsteps.He tried his best to endure the discomfort such as panic, and left pretending to be calm.

Naturally, this subtle change cannot escape Kurosawa Jin's eyes. He is so many years older than Natsuki, trying to find out a child's mind is as easy as flipping through a book.The camouflage is like candy wrappers, wrapped outside the sugar balls in an attempt to cover up, because it is too poor and weak, but it looks cute.

He came to the door himself.Kurosawa thought.This is no wonder to me.

……

"Ding--"

The elevator door opened.

Hojo Natsuki followed Kurosawa like a little tail, watching him open the door, hesitant to go in.

In the next second, the other party threw a pair of slippers at his feet.

...Don't think about it now.

Xia Shu changed his shoes and walked into the living room.The decoration style is cold and high-end, the colors are mainly black, white and gray, monotonous and impersonal, which fits Kurosawa's personal style very well.

Kurosawa took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair casually. It was a bit strange to wear a long-sleeved coat in this weather, but it seemed to complement each other perfectly when placed on such a person who was full of mysteries.

"It's raining heavily now." He rummaged through the closet in the hallway, "I'll leave when it rains less."

After saying this, Kurosawa found the umbrella, turned his wrist and threw it over with precision, Hojo Natsuki hurriedly took it, and then said "thank you" awkwardly.

There is a little bit of dust on the umbrella cover. It seems that it has been stored for a while, and the owner does not open it often.

Kurosawa walked towards the kitchen.

The short sleeves on his upper body are made of light material, brazenly propped up by his strong muscles, and his outline is tight and bulging.

A body of an adult male with a sense of absolute power.

Hojo Natsuki lowered his head, glanced at his thin wrist bones and arms, and fell into an inexplicable inferiority complex.Such emotions only lasted for a few seconds, and before they had time to ferment, they were interrupted by the movement of the cat bag in his arms.

The Maine Coon struggled, fighting against the Poké Ball that imprisoned it like a violent Pokémon.

Seeing that it was so excited, Natsuki Hojo unzipped the zipper immediately, for fear that the cat would tear the Oxford cloth.The Maine Coon stuck its head out and grinned at him, and Mimi purred, very angry.

Then, even made a gesture of retching a few times.

If it is an ordinary owner, it must be suspected that the cat is sick at this time, or eats unclean things, and has gastrointestinal discomfort.

Hojo Natsuki thought so too at first, but after enjoying the cat performance, he strangely understood what it meant: [It's so disgusting that I want to vomit. 】

He lowered his voice, approached the little cat's ear, and asked quietly: "Why such a big reaction? Is it because you don't like Mr. Kurosawa's house?"

The cat was full of displeasure, and yelled viciously: "Mi!"

...I see, it hates Kurosawa to such an extent.

Maybe it's the feline's sense of territory. It dislikes Kurosawa, and naturally it also hates the other's home.

"My car broke down." Hojo Natsuki reasoned with the kitty in a good voice, "Just stay here for a while, and go back when the rain subsides. Please be patient?"

The Maine Coon shouted back, "Mi!"

The tone was still fierce, but not as aggressive as before.

Hojo Natsuki knew that this meant there was room for negotiation, and was just about to say something to make the kitty a cake, so that it could be more peaceful, but suddenly heard Kurosawa's voice: "Can you drink milk?"

Xia Shu looked up, just about to say that he was lactose intolerant, but politely changed his words: "I can drink a little."

Kurosawa: "Oh."

Seeing him talking to Kurosawa again, the cat was about to faint from anger.

Hojo Natsuki had sharp eyes and quick hands, immediately picked it up, kissed the tip of its nose: "Don't be angry?"

The cat withdrew its eager claws: "..."

coaxed.Pretty simple.

Xia Shu put the cat back in the bag, and looked at Kurosawa who was busy in the kitchen.

I was already surprised to be invited into the house by him to hide from the rain. I didn't expect the other party to be so careful, which made my previous speculations even more stingy and groundless.

It really shouldn't be...

Not long after, Kurosawa brought over a cup of Americano, which was hot.

Hojo Natsuki was shocked: "..."

No, there is absolutely something wrong with this person.

Weeping in his heart, he took a sip of the hot American as calmly as possible, and pretended to be calm and said, "Thank you, Mr. Kurosawa."

And Kurosawa saw his wonderful expression changes completely in his eyes, and his expression couldn't hide his joy.

He asked, "What grade are you in?"

Xia Shu said honestly: "Second grade."

"Have you finished your homework?"

Xia Shu thought that he was privileged and didn't need to do homework at all, so he thought about it and said foolishly: "It's okay, if you write seriously, it will be pretty fast."

"How's the grade?"

Except for the first place in the grade, I have never taken other rankings. Natsuki Hojo: "It's average."

"Are you almost an adult?"

"Well. There are still a few months." He thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Kurosawa, how about you?"

"What do you think."

Xia Shu guessed: "26 years old?"

"not enough."

"Oh." He thought to himself, maybe Mr. Kurosawa didn't want to reveal it, so he stopped asking.

The two asked and answered questions like a doctor asking a doctor and a patient in fear, and had an ineffective communication.Kurosawa pretended to be confused while pretending to understand, and Xia Shu really didn't notice anything unusual, so he peeked out the window and waited for the rain to calm down so that he could leave early.

The showers came and went quickly, and nearly half an hour passed, and the cloudy sky gradually became brighter as if the dark colors had been erased by an eraser.

The sun and the drizzle appeared together, and the crystal rain was like a silver pendant, falling on the balcony and the vegetation outside the window.

"I'm going out later." Kurosawa said, "Send you back on the way."

Faced with such kindness, Natsuki Hojo, who was just about to bid farewell, stopped holding the umbrella angrily: "...Okay, thank you, Mr. Kurosawa."

Kurosawa said again: "I have something to do, just wait for a while."

Then he picked up the remote control on the coffee table to turn it on, threw the remote control to him, and turned to make a call on the balcony.

The retro wall clock in the living room moved forward slowly.

Hojo Natsuki resigned to his fate and turned down the channel. Mr. Kurosawa did not renew his broadband TV at all, and only a few channels could be watched.He chose one at random, and the movie started to play on the screen. It seemed to be a romance movie. It had already been played a lot. The rhythm was slow, and every scene was beautiful and picturesque.

He took the cat out and brushed the puffy cat up and down while distracted by what the movie was playing.

"I'll be right back, really, really."

"mum!"

"Don't be angry, can I open a can for you when I get home?"

"mum!!"

"……oops."

Mr. Kurosawa made this phone call for a long time, maybe nearly half an hour, and the plot of the film also advanced to the climax, and the soft and sad melody lingered throughout the living room.

Hojo Natsuki glanced lightly, but suddenly froze.

The heroine was in the train, slapping the window, crying until she lost her image, and shouting the name of the man on the platform.

With the whistle of "Woo--", the gears meshed, the train slowly moved away along the track, the scenery reversed, and the man never looked back from the beginning to the end.

This part of the performance was indeed very tense. He held his breath and concentrated on it. The whole figure was immersed in the deep sea and gradually suffocated. It was not until he couldn't stand it that he took two sharp breaths.The heart of Yusheng after the catastrophe was beating wildly, transporting the inexplicable astringency and pain along the blood vessels, spreading into the limbs and bones, not letting go of every pore, making Hojo Natsuki's fingers cold in this sweltering weather.

He didn't even realize that cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and within a minute or two, his face was as pale as if he had just been fished out of ice water.

The Maine Coon licked his finger, and the tingle brought back a little sanity.

"What's the matter?" Hojo Natsuki smiled weakly at it, and said to himself, "...that's really strange."

The cat uneasily stomped on his ribs with its pads.

But he had no intention of taking care of the cat's emotions, he was confused, shocked, and still a little bit of pain that hadn't dissipated.

——Just now, why are you so sad?

This kind of feeling is not something you can have by watching a movie, as if someone condensed all his love and hate into a transparent bullet, passing through the gap between time and space, and hitting the heart of Hojo Natsuki, making him fully experience a bullet. Sadness like never before.

It seems that he once tried to keep someone hoarse, and wept painfully and powerlessly, but in the end everything was in vain.

Hojo Natsuki was puzzled, did not continue watching the movie, and turned to look at the balcony.

He has always maintained an inexplicable wariness towards Heisawa, and has never really relaxed for a moment, and just when he was attracted by other things, he forgot to continue his useless guard.

The silhouette of Kurosawa Jin came into his eyes like this, Xia Shu blinked, and couldn't react for a short time.Therefore, he looked at the other party with a brand new gaze without any emotion, and then came to the conclusion in a trance, perhaps, he should have known this Mr. Kurosawa who had only had a few short contacts.

The rain stopped completely, and the sky ignited a rose-colored fire, climbing towards the dome, with warm orange gradients.

And Kurosawa leaned against the railing, his light-colored lips parted and closed, and the lines of his face were as cold as his expression.Dusk came slowly, falling between the gaps in his light-colored hair, and the golden glow jumped in an instant.

Hojo Natsuki slowly closed his eyelids, and then opened them again, as if the entire field of vision was shrouded in a mist of illusory light.

His heart, throbbing with pain just now, stopped for a second and accelerated again.

Bang bang, bang bang.

A bit unusual.

Kurosawa Jin may have heard some sarcastic words, his exploitative lips curled up, and the smile stopped abruptly when it reached his face.The dark green eyeballs are cold but scorching, as if filled with a cold pool, which is incompatible with the brightly colored sky background.

And Hojo Natsuki's mind was in a mess, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything except his rumbling heartbeat.

This feeling of dizziness gradually eased with a few deep breaths, and he finally got rid of the almost tinnitus state.

Tick, tick, tick...

The second hand of the wall clock is ringing, reflecting the beat of the heart rate.

He wanted to look away, but he was a little inexplicable.

Xia Shu suspects that he is sick.

...What a strange feeling.