After possessing GIN, I turned against him

"Tong, what should I do now?" Kurosawa Hisanobu stared at the closed door in a daze.

The system said: "Look, I'm right, Gin is sad, it seems you can't go back today."

"But the time I can be in my body... is less than half an hour." Kurosawa Hisanobu raised his arm and looked at it, very puzzled, "Is this time regular? Why is it different every time?"

The system told him bluntly: "Actually, I am in control, and I will arrange it according to what may happen."

Kurosawa Hisanobu was surprised and immediately asked: "Then can you give me more time?"

The system regretfully said: "No."

Kurosawa Hisanobu sat down on the steps outside the door and passed the time chatting with the system: "Tong, why do you think Gin Jiu is sad?" He only felt Gin Jiu's anger.

"……I just know it."

It was rare for Kurosawa Hisanobu to see the system talking like this, and just as he was about to ask something, the system slipped away.

Kurosawa Hisanobu shook his head, turned his attention back to the door, thinking about it, forgetting the passage of time, suddenly turned his eyes and stared at the door for half an hour into a room with only a little spark lit.

Kurosawa Hisanobu realized that he was back beside his brother, and the only light in front of him was the lighted cigarette butts.

Then the cigarette burned to the bottom, and the room fell into complete darkness.

Kurosawa Hisanobu's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, tension and fear surged up.

With a "snap", the light in the room was turned on, and Gin turned on the light, obviously knowing that he was back, but did not intend to speak to him.

Gin walked out of the room without saying a word, and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Kurosawa Hisanobu's body fell on the ground.

Gin bent over and clasped his wrist, dragged his body roughly into the room, and threw him on the sofa.

[Brother...can you be lighter? 】Hisanobu Kurosawa carefully probed.

Gin ignored him at all, took his body back into the house and started doing his own thing, as if he didn't exist.

"Maybe you can try to explain that matter clearly, so that he won't be sad or angry. If Gin here doesn't want to talk to you, you can go to the other side. The two timelines will merge. Where do you say it?" One of them all said." The system appeared again.

Kurosawa Hisanobu was puzzled: "You mean Gin is sad because of that incident? How do you know?"

"I know everything." The system said, thinking it was inappropriate to say so, he explained it to him carefully, "Gin here has experienced you becoming a vegetable, and you have not communicated for five years. That. The gin over there has never experienced loss..."

The system paused for a moment, as if considering his words, before saying, "He hasn't experienced loss, so he will be angry at you for taking risks, but he won't be furious and disappointed like the gin here."

"You're right." Kurosawa Hisanobu said, "But why are you so clear? How come you know better than me?"

He always felt that something was wrong. Every time the system came out, it explained the rules to him and never suggested him what to do.

This is very strange, but the system ignores him.

Kurosawa Hisanobu has a strange feeling that the current system seems to be different from what he saw at first.It has become... more like a person, and there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He pondered for a moment and didn't come to a conclusion, but what the system said made sense, so he decided to give it a try.

[Brother, if you ignore me, I will go to the other side. ] Kurosawa Hisanobu said to Gin, it's best to try to make Gin ignore him.

But Gin stared at the phone very seriously, turning a deaf ear.

Alright alright.When I come back from the other side, the timeline is completely merged, and my brother should not be angry anymore.Kurosawa Hisanobu said to himself.

[I'm really leaving! ] He said loudly, complaining resentfully, 【The Cold War is the most childish! 】

Gin stared at the phone without reading a word, only to find that Kurosawa Hisanobu had really left, so he stood up abruptly.

"I'm naive?" He said to himself, and he was so angry that he swept everything on the table to the ground.

"Keep an inch!" Gin Jiu paced angrily, yelling at the air, "Don't call me brother! I won't take care of your business anymore!"

No one answered, Kurosawa Hisanobu had already gone to the other side.

At this moment, he was sitting on the plane, staring at the small table in front of him with a serious face.

The system asked him, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how to tell...that matter to Gin." Kurosawa Hisanobu's consciousness sank into the memory palace, and in the memory palace, he stood in front of the door of a room on the bottom floor.

Kurosawa Hisanobu's attention was all on that door, and he stood beside him in the form of a human whose face could not be seen clearly, and pushed him hard: "Go, only when you remember, can you treat your brother better." explain."

Kurosawa Hisanobu staggered, and the door turned into a distorted black hole, swallowing him in.

Why can the system meet itself here?Before he had time to think too much, his consciousness returned to the past.

In front of him is ten-year-old Kurosawa Hisanobu.

Innocent and simple, he trusted people who thought they were good friends, and followed them to strange temples to play.

"Hey, Kurosawa, come over and see what this is!" one of them called him over.

Ten-year-old Kurosawa Hisanobu curiously leaned over, looked down, and saw the mouth of a dark well.

"What's moving inside, can you see it?" another person asked him.

At the age of ten, he tried his best to look inside, but saw nothing. He said doubtfully, "I didn't see anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pushed hard from the back by a pair of hands. The ten-year-old Kurosawa Hisanobu waved his arms indiscriminately and grabbed the edge of the wellhead in a panic.

"Why!" he asked in disbelief, panic in his green eyes.

The hands that pushed him down stretched out again, and bit by bit they separated his hands that were holding on to the edge of the well. The man said, "Because you are a silver-haired monster!"

"Hahahahaha, look! The little monster is about to cry!"

"Disgusting, silver hair."

The people around were chattering, and the undisguised malice was like a sharp knife, stabbing him one after another.

The last finger was snapped off and he fell hard into the well.

Looking up, there was only one side of light, and the ugly face was still spitting out harsh sounds. He stared at the mouth of the well until they left.

"Let's put the manhole cover on, that guy's eyes are kind of scary."

"Can he get out with the cover on?"

"He can call his mother - oh, he has no parents, so poor hahaha."

"Whatever, cover it, don't disturb our mood of playing."

The heavy manhole cover was closed, and the last gleam of light disappeared.

The dry well was not deep, but it was at a height that a ten-year-old could not get out of.

Half of his body was submerged in the water, he stubbornly retorted in his heart, I have a brother.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call his brother.

"Di-di-di" the cold mechanical sound echoed in the well, one after another, but no one answered.

He didn't cry when he was pushed in, he didn't cry when he realized he was betrayed, he didn't cry when he was insulted by unknown people, but he couldn't help but shed tears when no one answered the phone.

The green eyes were misty, and tears flowed out one by one.

The adult Kurosawa Hisanobu sat next to him and said, "Don't cry, he won't come, he is busy with tasks, and he has his own business."

Apparently his young self couldn't hear him, he began to cry loudly, and finally the crying attracted the passing police, who opened the manhole cover and rescued him.

"So were you complaining at that time?" The system appeared next to him again.

"Maybe there are." Kurosawa Hisanobu could no longer tell if this was the character he imagined to talk to himself, or the real system.

"After all, this is not a good memory, so I have been locked." Kurosawa Hisanobu said, he was still in the well, touched the wall, and climbed out easily. He squinted to welcome the dazzling light and realized He left through that door.

"But then I didn't think about complaining about anything." He looked back at the door, "Now it seems that there is nothing wrong with it."

The system nodded approvingly: "So you plan?"

"Ah, it's probably starting to really use my ability." Kurosawa Hisanobu smiled. When he was talking, the memory palace that was originally divided into categories underwent earth-shaking changes.

The doors opened one after another, and the memories inside swirled and floated out, displayed in front of them like a musical score, playing fragmented memories.

In the past, Kurosawa Hisanobu couldn't use his abilities well. He always had an unacceptable past and memories that were difficult to face. Every time he thought about it, he would be so painful that he couldn't think.

He sorted the memory into categories, locked it in the room, and only opened it to take a look when necessary.

This allowed him to get rid of the pain of being tortured by clear memories, but it also made him lose the abilities he should have.

But now, he felt that he could accept it calmly.After all, I have experienced so much, and some things in the past seem nothing to me now.Time is a wonderful thing.

The memory was released from the cage, flying wantonly and freely, flowing quickly, passing before his eyes.

Kurosawa Hisanobu grabbed some trivial fragments about his brother, held them in his hand and looked at them for two seconds, and said, "Actually, I really don't have any complaints. I know that my brother has his own affairs. He is an independent person. Kurosawa, it's gin, and then my brother."

He's gin.That cold and cruel, powerful and calm, ambitious Gin should be accompanied by gunpowder smoke and blood by nature.

He's not just Kurosawa Hisanobu's older brother.

"Well, but you're right, I know how to tell him." Kurosawa Hisanobu let go of that piece of memory, "Let him know that I never complained to him, I love him very much, and know that he is also Love me. Should be fine, right?"

He muttered: "The word love is really nasty, won't it really make my brother sick to death?"

The system thought for a while, touched his chin, and said with certainty: "I think it's possible, but maybe he likes straight balls? I think he likes it."

Kurosawa Hisanobu smiled, turned his head to look at the still unclear system, and suddenly said to him: "I know you are not imagined by me."

The system's face was blurred, and the figure seemed to be wearing a mosaic. He looked at the carnival memory fragments and uttered a syllable: "Oh?"

The sound of the system was still mechanical, without any ups and downs, but Kurosawa Hisanobu felt that he could hear a hint of interest.

He was a little confused: "You have changed a lot. It can be said that you are completely different from when you first came to me. So who are you?"