"Obviously it was 2:30 in the morning."

In the torture room of the base, several new caught traitors were tied up by the chain.

Takagawa Yui stood aside with the "beloved sniper rifle" that he set up for people, muttering and complaining.

Vodka is sad: "Sibonana, you say you like who you like, you have to like the guy who is always deceiving."

Look, he is not bad.

Why do n’t I believe it?

Takagawa Yuyi puzzled: "Why don't Bo Ben come back with us?"

"Of course, because Bo Ben is about to go ..." Vodka's voice stopped abruptly because of a gunshot.

Qinjiu's Bo/Lai/Tower was gone with light smoke, and the shooting made the barrel slightly heated.

The lead -made bullets passed through a traitor's palm in the torture room, and the bloody man screamed, loosened the micro -hand/gun held in his hand.

Qinjiu's voice is cold: "In addition to mice in the organization, it is a waste. You don't need you to remind me these things."

Takagawa Yu gently "uh?" He whispered, he looked at Vodka, who had a pale face, and looked at the expressionless piano wine. I didn't know what the former was afraid of.

"I saw him with a gun." Takagawa Yu said straight, and even slapped his back in Volka, motioning him to follow himself, "but he also heard your footsteps."

No need to do it, it will save effort.

"..."

Qin Jiu's sharp eyes fell on the teenager's face. His throat knot rolled. He remembered that Sibonana was drunk in the conference hall, and smiled casually:

"the second time."

He was saved by him and bite with a trench coat.

Eno's revenge is useless.

[Qinjiu feels +1]

"What is the second time?" I turned my head curiously and asked vodka curiously.

Vodka shut up.

Vodka did not dare to speak.

"Okay." 悠 ““ “gave up quickly," Anyway, it is definitely not an important thing. "

Vodka: "..."

Or do you close my mouth with me.

Speaking of the organization, there is a machine that is still experimentally used for brainwashing. do n’t know how the effect is. If it is useful, can wash Sibonana at least let him learn the point of trial.

"Come here." Qin Jiu said.

The soles of his leather shoes stepped on the hands of the man who was mournful. The cold pupils came to see the Stibanita who was still studying vodka.

Takagawa Yuichi: "Um."

The teenager's voice was brisk, and even the steps when he moved towards him became lighter.

I don't know what he is happy.

The piano wine raised an eyebrow, and the training turned around with a gun: "Do it."

The black gun handle was aimed at himself, and Takagawa Yu glanced at it, and he was a little distressed when he took it.

If you are from the medical department ... Will you teach in that training camp?

Forget it.

"Say!" Takagawa Yui aimed at the man's thigh, "Why betrayal the organization!"

The piano wine stared at his movements, almost the moment when Sibonana was buckled, Qin Jiu's fingers lifted up, hooked the band of the trench coat of the teenager's waist, and pulled him a little bit.

The warm blood splashed in the air, but did not fall on Sibonana.

"Continue." Qin Jiu said.

"Unjust! I am wrong!"

Under the pain and pressure, the man fell on the ground collapsed.

But Sibonita raised his head a degradation, and his hair was rubbed over the jaws of the fellowship, bringing some trivial itching.

Qin Jiu frowned and looked down at him: "What are you doing?"

"I smell the wine." Takagawa Yu said sincerely.

Good for him! He thought this guy was an overtime animal like himself! It turned out that there was a chic time.

When the cynical teenager thought about it, he completely ignored the fact that he had gone to a bar, but began to reason carefully: "Red wine?"

"..."

After that, the elder brother is going to be angry.

The boy of Sibonita dared to take the topic during the interrogation.

Vodka was so nervous that he was so nervous that he was barely finding a reason to help the other party explain, but Qin Jiu didn't care about his attention.

"Wrong," he said.

"That's wine?"

"Um."

"What, isn't red wine just wine?"

"No." Qin Jiu was patience, and his tone was a little irritable. "Don't be lazy."

What laziness is not lazy, if not to protect his vest, he can pry open the person's mouth in two minutes.

Visual, hearing, smell ... When people lose these sense of senses one by one, they will have a sense of loneliness that is isolated by the world.

Looking at the torture experience of Takagawa Yuichi, people are the most honest at this time.

The teenager "oh" sounded, and when he raised his gun, he entered the state again.

"You said you were wronged, why didn't you report the itinerary for the afternoon three days ago?"

"Because, because at that time there was a tattoo on his face... ah!"

Another shot.

This time the bullet hit the man in the shoulder.

——And Takigawa Yuichi was aiming at the neck.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the palm of the back of his hand wrapped in gin, and said dissatisfiedly: "I can do it myself."

Gin didn't let go of him immediately, and the action caused him to briefly wrap Spinita in his arms.

It's an absolute, controlling gesture.

However, Gin Jiu's deep voice was slightly gloomy, and his icy gaze was like a sharp saber, piercing straight into the opponent's eyes.

"You almost killed him," Gin said quietly.

"..." Takigawa Yu glanced away, "It didn't happen again, how do you know."

The teenager looked dissatisfied when he said this, just as he did today in the headset after his lie was exposed by Ley.

Gin sneered, he wasn't interested in who Spinita liked, most children of this age were on a whim.

But Spinita was brought out by him.

"Who taught you to lie to me? Chianti? Belmod? Or Bourbon?"

The gun in his hand was easily taken away, Gin's tone was slow, his eyebrows were indifferent, and his voice was full of sarcasm.

...is there something wrong?

"Why did I become the subject of the interrogation?" Yuichi Takigawa shouted, "Hey! Vodka! Why are you standing so far away? Come and judge!"

To shut up! Shut up!

The vodka sunglasses were so frightened that they almost shattered, but in front of the big brother, he still had to maintain the demeanor of the members of the organization more or less.

So under Takigawa Yuichi's angry gaze, Vodka coughed and straightened his back: "Big brother is right, Spinita, if you are wrong, you have to admit it."

"...Really." Takigawa Yu narrowed his eyes, "Then what did you say I was wrong."

Vodka: "..."

I don't know, how dare he listen to it, he just meditated on Ultraman's transformation in his heart.

"Hmph." Seeing that Vodka didn't speak, Yuichi Takigawa shifted his attention.

He tried to get his gun back, but there was always only a little difference between the hands - the height difference, which may only be bridged by jumping up.

But obviously, Takigawa Yuichi would never do that kind of humiliating action.

So he stared at the gin for a few seconds with those blue eyes with color contacts:

"Can I kick you?"

Gin didn't bother to pay attention to him, nor did he intend to return the gun to him.

"Continue what you just said." Gin lowered his eyes and looked at the man on the ground. He pays attention to efficiency, holding Spinita with one hand to prevent tampering, and loading the gun with the other.

Seeing that the torturer had become the Top Killer of the organization, the man was obviously even more frightened.

"Three days ago, in the afternoon and afternoon, there was a white-haired man with tattoos on his face, who said, if I help him do something, he will help me bring my family back to life."

The missing Blanches.

It was precisely because he could guess, that Yuichi Takigawa wanted to kill someone.

His body tensed, thinking about how to get rid of the shackles of gin if the other party told him unfavorable information in the next second.

However, this small action caused Gin's misunderstanding. He glanced at Spinita who looked unsure, and said coldly: "What are you afraid of?"

"Hand." Yuichi Takigawa pointed at the arm he was clasping around his waist, "It's uncomfortable."

Gin moved his gaze like a charity, and then he remembered that Spinita's injuries seemed to have not yet healed.

I didn't run all the way to find Ley, and the vacation gave him before was completely in vain.

"Endure the pain." Gin spit out a few words relentlessly, "You need a lesson to keep your memory long."

Yuichi Takigawa was puzzled, and didn't know where he could not keep up with the other party's brain circuits.

No, he's not stupid either.

"In short, I didn't agree." The man on the ground observed Gin's expression, and when he saw that the object of his anger had shifted, he dared to speak tremblingly, "I didn't betray the organization! It was just because I was the only one at that time, saying, There is no evidence to say it.”

After the man finished speaking, he jumped forward suddenly, and when he grabbed the corner of the gin trousers, he seemed to grab a life-saving straw: "Please give me a chance! I will find out the purpose of that guy!"

Every time he said another word, Jin Jiu's face became colder.

Discovering that his vest is still there, Yuichi Takigawa's current mood is only schadenfreude.

"How long are you going to laugh?" Gin asked, clearly restraining his anger.

Takigawa Yuichi suspects that he has a cleanliness addiction.

But now is not the time to analyze this.

"...Stop laughing." Takigawa Yuyi coughed, "I can also do this task."

"You?" Jin Jiu glared at him, and almost slapped his face with the words trash and delicious.

Jin Jiu laughed: "Why?"

This question is quite difficult, and if the answer is not good, it may cause suspicion that Gin will finally subside.

Yu Takigawa thought about it, remembering where he had just met Ley, and recalling the point where the man under his feet disappeared three days ago.

When the young man was thinking, a section of his white neck was exposed.

Jin Jiu's gaze fell, it was so light that it had no substance, but it was so dangerous that it seemed that the pulsating blood vessels under the skin could be opened in the next second.

"Because Rye is nearby, I can go to him anytime... or something?"

Takigawa Yuichi's voice became softer.

Feeling murderous, he glanced at the vodka who started to pretend to be a sculpture in the distance.

"Gin." Yuichi Takigawa, who thought he had found the problem, tilted his head back, "Are you quarreling with Ley? A bad relationship? A rival in love? Belmod? Don't be sad, I think Belmod must still... Well."

The chattering mouth was covered with the palm of the hand, and Gin ignored Spinita's struggling movements and glanced at Vodka:

"Go and open the door to the training room."

Anyway, if you don't suffer any losses, Spinita can't admit it wrong.

Zero o'clock, the port mafia quarters.

boom

With the last shot, Osamu Dazai put away the gun and looked indifferently at the group of people who fell to the ground.

"It's alright, I've finished it." He said flatly to Hirotsu Ryuran on the other end of the headset, "Let Akutagawa throw this group of people out."

This is Yuichi's room.

And the blood had stained all of Yuichi's furniture.

Dazai Osamu needs to restore all this before the other party comes back, which is not difficult for him.

For Dazai Osamu, the difficulty was how to stop Brandeso from sending someone to approach Yuichi.

That annoying winged guy has a deceiving appearance and doesn't know where he's making a comeback.

Dazai Osamu snorted disdainfully and turned his head when he heard the door lock being unscrewed.

"You're here, mustard..."

Takigawa Yuichi looked silently at the room comparable to a torture room.

Half a million worth of rugs were scrapped, and two custom lamps were shattered.

Fortunately, there was no sign of the safe being opened.

He walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Let's go." He took the pillow very naturally, and said to the stunned Dazai Osamu, "Go to your room and sleep."

The first sentence is not to make him lose money.

Dazai Osamu blinked and stopped when he watched Yuichi pass him.

"What are you doing?" Yuichi Takigawa frowned and asked, "Injured?"

No, the group of people sent by Bai Lan didn't look like they could beat Dazai Osamu.

"No." Osamu Dazai smiled softly, "I thought you would be angry."

Yuichi Takigawa, who was held in the training room for an afternoon by Gin: "..."

"I don't have the strength to be angry." His voice was somber, "And what does it have to do with you, isn't it Bai Lan's fault?"

Brandjesso was looking for him, and this was not a hard conclusion to speculate.

Sleep, Takigawa Yuichi's heart is only sleep now.

After all, he would have to be up in four hours.

Anyway, wherever he sleeps and opens his eyes, it's Osamu Dazai, so he might as well go to sleep on the carpet that he picked out by himself.

Thinking so, Takigawa Yu covered himself with a quilt in the next room contentedly.

However, ten minutes passed...

"Dazai," he threatened angrily. "If you keep staring at me, I'll suffocate you with a pillow."

Dazai Osamu was lying on the side of the bed, and the corners of his lips curled contentedly when he heard this sentence: "Okay, if it's Yuichi, it's not bad to be suffocated."

... a trap, definitely a trap.

He assassinated, poisoned, tried everything.

In the end, it was Yuichi Takigawa himself who was admitted to the hospital every time.

He didn't believe that Osamu Dazai would be suffocated to death.

As the saying goes, eat one cut and grow one...

His body was gently embraced by the quilt, and Osamu Dazai's chin rested lightly on top of his head.

"Dazai."

"..."

"Too much."

The boy's eyelashes trembled, and no one responded in the spacious space.

Osamu Dazai was breathing evenly, as if he was really asleep.

It's strange, do you have to come and grab the floor with him if you don't sleep with a good bed?

Takigawa Yuichi freed a hand from the quilt and clenched his fist.

The fierce wind picked up, and his hand finally stopped in front of Dazai Osamu's nose.

Takigawa Yuichi remembered the hug at the sushi restaurant that day.

...what are you doing.

In the darkness, the boy stared at his palm in confusion for a while.

He clearly has no conscience.

Why...why can't you start.