When Gin loses the nether filter

However, the sky failed to meet people's wishes, and it rained suddenly in Tokyo in the afternoon.

Because Gin has been busy with tasks in recent days and has no time to take care of Miyano Shiho's safety, Vodka was thrown to Miyano Shiho by Gin. Even if something goes wrong, Vodka can still ask Gin for help in time.

As a result, Gin can only take the subway or take a taxi to and from get off work every day.

When Vodka first heard about the arrangement of gin, he hesitated for a long time, feeling quite unhappy.

"Brother transferred me to Shirley's side...then who will accompany Big Brother..."

The brawny man who used to be rough and nervous suddenly became alert at this moment: "Zhu Xingda? Or Lvchuanguang?"

Vodka was at a loss for a moment: "It's strange... When did these guys appear around my brother?"

A vague sense of crisis appeared, but Vodka still didn't turn his head around and raised no objection to the decision of gin.

#Some brains, but not completely there#

Gin held an umbrella and stood downstairs in the company.

The gloomy rainy day is actually the weather that most killers like very much, because the rain can wash away many traces.

However, Gin doesn't like it, and it can even be said to hate it.

The chill of late autumn penetrates the coat through heavy rain and cold wind, and penetrates into the flesh and blood layer by layer.

He frowned, feeling that his brain nerves were not sober at this time.

Qin Jiu has always been clear about his physical condition, and at this time he has already begun to realize that something is wrong.

However, after waiting for a while on the side of the road, there was no vacant taxi.

Distraught, he simply walked home with an umbrella.

……

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Ever since the mission of infiltrating the Metropolitan Police Department's headquarters was over, Zhu Fu Jingguang had not received any further instructions from the organization.

He was puzzled, because when he was in Kyoto, his tasks were much busier than this, and he would suddenly receive orders from the organization from time to time, and he fell asleep almost every day with the sound of gunshots on his head.

After all, for an organization, such an insignificant bottom layer of the organization is the most suitable for squeezing labor at any time.

I heard that I was transferred here because of the lack of manpower in Tokyo, so how could it be easier.

There are only a few contacts about the organization in the mobile phone——

Margo,

vodka,

And... gin.

Among them, the most contacted one is Margo.

He remembered Margo's character that was always easy to get along with, and after a little hesitation, he still dialed the phone.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

"Hey?"

There was a very messy background sound on the phone, which sounded like an Internet cafe.

The man's tone was a little impatient, the lollipop was still in his mouth, and he even concealed a tit-for-tat sourness: "Luchuan? What's the matter."

This attitude changed so much that Zhu Fu Jingguang began to wonder if he had offended Margot by doing something unintentionally.

He paused, and said in a low voice: "I want to ask, recently...doesn't the organization have any tasks?"

Margo frowned: "What?"

The crackling sound of typing on the keyboard was mixed with the sound effects of the game. Jing Guang felt helpless, but he still held his temper and explained: "The organization hasn't contacted me recently. Isn't there a shortage of people in Tokyo?"

Margot was stunned for a moment, and replied instinctively: "Why did the organization contact you, you are not under the management of the organization now, if you want to contact, you must be contacted by an adult—"

As he spoke, he realized something, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he bit the lollipop with a hidden knife in his smile, making a crackling sound.

He said coolly: "Heh...Lvchuanguang!"

"Master Ginjiu feels sorry for the fact that you haven't killed a few people, so he gave you two days off. You feel very upset, don't you?"

The sourness of the man on the phone was almost overflowing, and the yin and yang were so angry that people's teeth ached: "What's the matter, are you dissatisfied with the decision of the lord? Do you want me to report to the lord?"

Heh, I thought this kid was an honest guy, but I didn't expect that he would easily be favored by adults--I'm really pissed off!

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "No, no need, thank you, I'll hang up first."

The young man pressed the hang up button neatly, and he was subtly relieved.

Sure enough, none of the members of the organization were normal people. Even Margo, who seemed easy to talk to before, was a moody guy.

Jing Guang was completely unaware of the reason for Margo's change of attitude.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

He subconsciously looked down.

[gin]: [Share positioning]

[gin]: come here

Zhu Fujingguang's first reaction was that Margot really went to sue!

However, he clicked on the location and found that it was a certain alley in Mihua Town, which was quite close to Mihua Hotel.

[Lvchuan]: Received.

The young man didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly replied and got up to go out.

At this time, he would never have thought of the series of accidents that happened later.

……

The rain in Tokyo is getting heavier and heavier, and there is almost a tendency to flood the entire city.

The rain licked the ground excitedly, splashed in countless corners, and lingered in the depressions and protrusions.

Pedestrians and vehicles passing by came and went in a hurry under the blurred rain, and the dilapidated and deep alley under the gloomy sky appeared in Zhu Fu Jingguang's sight.

He was holding an umbrella, and the sound of crackling and pounding was endless.

The young man confirmed the location again, then raised his legs and walked over there.

"Da da--"

Footsteps accompanied by the sound of water.

As they went deeper into the alley, the noise from the outside world disappeared, only the heavy rain pouring down from the sky.

At the end of the alley is a wall, already covered with moss, and there are creepers winding down from the residential building next door.

There are brightly colored graffiti on the walls on both sides of the alley, probably by street artists.

The exaggerated smiling face of the clown on the graffiti was washed over and over again by the rain, and the scarlet eyes seemed to be smilingly watching the comer, which gave Zhu Fu Jingguang an irresistible sense of absurdity.

What is even more absurd is the person sitting on the ground near the wall in the depths of the alley.

From the young man's perspective, he could only see a pitch-black umbrella covering most of the man's body, and he couldn't see his face clearly. All he could see was a head of silver hair that had fallen to the ground, and the ends of the hair reflected broken light in the puddles. , like a few fish swimming in a clear spring.

The umbrella seemed to be leaning against him weakly, and the young man could see the bent and stretched legs of the other party, which were already soaked, and the wet water stains on the fabric of the suit pants were close to the skin, wrapping the thin and straight calves, Muscle lines are also clearly visible in the light and shadow.

You can't see it any further.

But these are already enough for him to distinguish the identity of the person under the umbrella.

"...Gin?"

His voice was a little rough, implying some disbelief.

Jing Guang couldn't imagine that the mysterious high-ranking man who had always been aloof would have such a embarrassed side.

No one answered, and the alley was so silent that only the sound of rain remained.

Unconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he pressed his lips tightly and approached.

There was no movement in front of the person, sitting silently in the rainstorm.

Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly realized that perhaps Qin Jiu had not called him because of any mission, but to deal with the current situation.

Gin... is he in a coma?

Whether it was injured or plotted against.

And, he and Qin Jiu have only known each other for a few days, and this person is already willing to expose his most embarrassing and vulnerable side?

For Zhu Fu Jingguang, who is an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department, this seems to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but he didn't think about it at all, he just frowned tightly, staring at Qin Jiu with perfect eyes, Slowly squat down at the same time, approaching each other.

He raised his hand, trying to remove the umbrella.

"—Click."

Under the umbrella, the pitch-black Beau/Latta stared at him silently.

Those blue cold eyes were also staring straight at him.

There was a bit of sharp aggressiveness, but Jing Guang noticed the man's dizzy pupils.

"Gin...?"

The young man shouted again, this time with more worry in his tone.

Qin Jiu looked at the indifferent young man in black in front of him, saw the concentration in the other's beautiful cat eyes, slowly closed his eyes, and opened them again, his eyes were obviously tired.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Take me to a safe place."

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at him steadfastly, then at Bo/Letta who never let go, and finally nodded slightly: "Okay."

……

The man literally passed out.

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat beside the bed, and a pale, silver-haired man lay quietly on the bed.

The young man had a complex expression, he had already let go of the coldness he usually pretended, and his eyes fell on the movement of the man clasping his wrist firmly.

Blue bruises had already been pinched on his wrists, slowly spreading between the man's pale fingers.

And the ber/letta was always loaded, tightly held by the man's other hand.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at such gin, and his strong empathy made him feel uncontrollably sad.

People who have no sense of security are so vigilant in a coma;

What a lonely person, when he is seriously injured, he can only find the help of his subordinates who have known him for a few days.

The young man sighed helplessly, then bent over resignedly, took off his suit and tie, and unbuttoned his shirt.

The hem of the white shirt was already stained red with blood, enough to see the wound underneath.

The man's pale and smooth upper body was gradually exposed, and the bandage on his lower abdomen was deeply sunken into the wound. Zhu Fu Jingguang sullenly tried to move as lightly as possible, and slowly untied it.

"—"

The moment he saw the complete wound, Jing Guang was stunned.

He recognized that this was not a simple injury, it was more like an old injury that had not yet healed and a more serious new injury.

It was as if the aftermath of the explosion splashed debris and wounded the flesh, and only the injured knew the pain, but just looking at it was already unbearable.

And Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes wandered, and he noticed other winding scars on Qin Jiu's body...

Some old wounds can be deduced according to time, even what happened to Gin when he was a child!

He was in a trance when suddenly there was a pain in his wrist.

"Look at what."

Gin still maintained the posture of lying on his back on the bed, tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes lazily, and said casually.

Zhu Fu Jingguang panicked for a moment, and managed to calm down in the next second: "...it's nothing, just surprised——you have a lot of injuries."

On weekdays, this cautious undercover agent wouldn't say much, but perhaps because he was facing Gin, or maybe because his defenses were shocked at the moment, he couldn't help but prefer Gin.

The man gave a short laugh, like a mocking sneer, and because of the hoarse voice, there was a hint of seductiveness for no reason.

This laughter made Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly realize how close his leaning posture was to Gin.

He almost sat up suddenly on a conditioned reflex, and as if he was bewitched by someone close at hand, he remained motionless.

"got used to."

Gin said lightly: "Is there a medicine box?"

Jing Guang nodded instinctively.

Then the man hooked the corner of his mouth: "Well, help me with the medicine."

Looking at those slightly squinted eyes, Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly heard his infinitely amplified heartbeat, which was even more flamboyant than the silent ambiguity in the cracks at the beginning. Most of his mind.

He frowned, as if he was in danger, but his ears were red.

He got up without saying a word, went to the side of the cabinet to search, but when he inadvertently looked down and saw a clear bruise on his wrist, his heart suddenly missed a beat.

"It's terrible..."

He gritted his teeth.

"What are you thinking? Zhu Fu Jingguang, don't forget your identity!"

No one can imagine how Zhu Fu Jingguang applied medicine and bandaged Gin with a cold face.

It's just that the laziness and obedience of the silver-haired man lying on the bed is too bewitching. The young man gritted his teeth secretly for countless times to keep himself from being distracted.

And Gin is very satisfied with the young man's obedient and well-behaved performance, especially compared with Akai Shuichi before.

He felt the stimulation of the ointment on the wound and the piercing pain, and there was no change at all except his face became paler.

"Green River."

Gin called him: "Can you drive?"

Jing Guang nodded subconsciously, and saw the man raised his eyebrows in a good mood and said, "Follow me soon."

He explained lightly: "Vodka was sent out by me, you replace him first."

Zhu Fu Jingguang clenched his fists tightly, feeling the heat in his palms and itching in his heart, he said in a deep voice, "Okay."

"Ah."

Gin nodded casually, and then mentioned something: "A policeman came to me today, as if he had doubts about a case two years ago—"

He narrowed his eyes inexplicably: "It's a coincidence, she shouldn't have a big problem, but I'm afraid that the police won't let her go..."

"Lu Chuan, I leave this matter to you."

"You can do it, can't you?"

His eyes and tone were undeniably superior, as if he should give the order as a matter of course.

This kind of sudden coercion may easily make people feel rebellious, but Zhu Fu Jingguang doesn't feel this kind of feeling at all, only the astonishment of being favored and the subtle joy that cannot be ignored.

He pursed his lips, and looked at Qin Jiu with obedience and obedience that he didn't realize.

He bowed his head and said, "Okay."