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Chapter 64 (Catching insects)
Communication was unilaterally cut off.
Gin didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and stared at the screen for a while.
There was someone beside Spinita, but there was no noise around.
Not a fight.
Just pure provocation.
Gin, who came to the conclusion, snorted and snuffed out the cigarette that had just been lit in his hand.
He didn't mind that the kid had a little secret of his own, but that didn't mean Spinita's secret could step on his head.
"Where does Spinita usually get off?"
"There's no fixed place." Vodka said hesitantly, "but the one I go to most should be a cafe. That kid doesn't know what to do in it, and sometimes he stays for a long time."
"Go and have a look." Jin Jiu replied without looking up. He flipped out the map on his phone and quickly pinpointed the location of the cafe.
It's impossible for Espinita's chattering personality to stay in there for so long, either talking to someone, or...
trade.
Like gin, vodka also thinks of this possibility.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and asked cautiously, "Shouldn't Spinita be..."
"Shut up." Jin Jiu glanced at him lightly, with no hint of joy or anger in his tone.
Spinita doesn't seem to have the brains of a traitor.
Of course, if Spinita was a traitor, Gin would still break his bones without hesitation.
Since it was the person he brought out with his own hands, he should handle it with his own hands.
The Top Killer of the organization has cruel means to pry open that eloquent mouth.
"Welcome, what do you need?"
The transparent glass doors automatically opened to both sides, and upon the arrival of the guests, a warm voice sounded immediately behind the counter.
Of course Gin couldn't care about such a thing, his eyes swept around, and finally landed on the passage at the corner.
"Two cups of coffee." As soon as Vodka finished speaking, he turned his head and found that his eldest brother had already taken a step.
Inside the passage is a sign for a safe exit, and on the other side is a washbasin.
Jinjiu had an expressionless face, and just as he was about to raise his hand to push open the door of the safety exit, a familiar voice was keenly caught in his ears.
There was a pitiful figure in the unremarkable booth, Spinita curled up, her scattered silver hair covering half of her face.
"Are you friends of that child?" Seeing Gin's gaze shifted, the clerk who made the coffee asked curiously, "He seems to be a little uncomfortable today, sleeping a lot longer than before."
Gin touched Spinita's cup of coffee on the table.
cold.
"So..." Vodka said as if remembering something, "Spinita seems to have said that he has no place to sleep, so he can sleep anywhere."
The boy's forehead was soaked with sweat, with a few strands on his lips. Spinita's knuckles were pale, and her cheeks were flushed unhealthy. His eyelashes were lightly closed, and he held the mobile phone for communication tightly in his hand.
"Get up." The man's gloved hand pushed the hair away from the boy's face. Black and white formed a strong contrast under the light. Gin glanced at him, but his tone was still cold, "Spinita, you fever."
Spinita didn't respond, just tugged at the fabric of his cuffs.
Gin felt a little irritable for no reason, he clicked his tongue, and glanced at the vodka beside him: "Go drive."
Spinita is so light that it barely feels real when held in her arms.
The dark clouds outside the door overlapped, and the light of the evening fell, and it was quite a downpour.
Vodka: "That coffee..."
Gin's warning gaze swept over.
"...Sorry brother, I'll go right now." Vodka closed his mouth.
He felt that there might be something wrong with his brain influenced by Spinita, and asking why he wanted to bring coffee at such a time was simply courting death.
Thinking of this, Vodka couldn't help but glance at the boy who was hugged by the gin.
His silver was scattered on Gin's arm, and the blood oozing from his back made the black on the man's expensive trench coat darker.
Obviously it is a precious canary, but it wants to run out and wander.
Why don't you get a room for Spinita at the base next time?
...
The glass door in the distance closed, and until the Porsche disappeared completely, Osamu Dazai, who was behind the secret door, put away his gun indifferently.
"Yuichi was going to have dinner with me." His expression was calm, the whole person was shrouded in darkness, but he complained like a child.
Sakaguchi Ango glanced at him: "Don't you often eat together?"
Osamu Dazai was bored and held his cheek: "But this is what Yuichi invited me."
So it's all the fault of the undercover mission.
It's not that he never thought that he would also sneak in and become an undercover agent, but before he started to act, he was ruthlessly stopped by Mori Owai who had guessed it.
"Ah, yes." Osamu Dazai raised his eyes, "When I was in the corridor just now, Ango, did you mention Miss Miyano."
Ango Sakaguchi gave a "hmm": "Based on what Takigawa brought back last time, we can speculate a little where they are hiding, but we need to narrow down the area."
The bound document is opened.
Dazai Osamu glanced down.
Gin-kun must be staring at Yuichi because life is too boring.
That being the case, he could make some fun for them with reluctance.
To be honest, Yuichi Takigawa was pretending to have a fever.
But pretending to be, inexplicably came true.
"Gin actually brought you." Chianti turned her face sideways, she was wearing a dress, and looked at the listless teenager lying on the table beside her with interest, "It's all like this, which of you two is crazy? "
Takagawa Yu looked at her with weakness, and then moved back silently: "That's definitely not me."
Anyway, couldn't fight, and was not interested in this kind of activity in Takagawa Yuki.
["I wake up, I will run around, the same is the same everywhere."]]
When set off, Qinjiu said so. Seeing Sibenana hugging the sofa, he immediately caught him from the sofa without compassion.
What about the alcoholic people?
Takagawa Yiyi sat silently and swept away.
This is not the first time he has come here, but for the first time as Sibonana.
[Napoleon yacht], departing from Tokyo Bay, two weeks around Hong Kong, lasted an hour.
Most of the people above wearing masks, black organizations from all over the world. In this short hour, all transactions will be completed by the chips stored in the box.
"Do you say that the gurgling party will be the boy of Takagawa?" Kiandi narrowed his eyes and disdainfully.
Takagawa Yuichi: "?" 川 川: "I haven't said it, I said that I can't sin."
The screen of the mobile phone that had been secretly on the wine glass lit up, and Takagawa Yu stood up with one glance.
"Where?" Kiandi asked.
Takagawa Yuichi: "Qinjiu asked me to go to the box on the second floor."
Kiandi turned back and looked at the figure leaning by the stairs. Qinjiu didn't know when he came out of the box. His fingers were long, with cyan blood vessels on the back of his hand, and a signs of ash shook silently between his two fingers.
It was almost a moment when Kandi looked, and Qin Jiu's eyes moved coldly.
Kiandi crushed the wine glass uncomfortably.
If you are sick, you have to grab it.
"Kiandie seemed to be angry." Aware of the change of "companion", he said puzzled when Takagawa Yu came to Qinjiu.
Qinjiu straightened his body very much: "Don't care about her."
The heavy door was pushed away. Different from the past, there was neither the taste of wine nor cigarette in the box.
Kechuan Yuichi stopped in the aroma of rushing.
"This is your new member?" The woman with silver hair stood up and stretched out his hand with a smile. "Hello, I am Takagawa Purezi, and someone you know is very similar to me."
【"why!"】
["Why do I give birth to this monster!"]]
The once hysterical shouting was mixed with the gentle voice now, making the teenagers a bit unrealistic.
When Takagawa was staring at the hand that stretched out of himself, the first thought in his mind was "killing her".
But a few seconds later, he lifted his arms.
How ironic, the first time held mother's hand, it turned out to be on this occasion.
"Then enter the topic." Takagawa Chunzi's hand was placed with the same handbox as the person downstairs. When he said this, a hint of unveiled disgust was revealed in his eyebrows.
"How much money can I get that child's information to you?"
Native
The deck Shanghai style is masterpiece, with biting chills.
Takagawa Yuyi came out to take a walk. did not expect that Estraneo's research materials for his ability before were backup.
However, since his information is there, the information of Liu Dao Skeleton should be there.
If this information is leaked, Takagawa Chunzi can extract himself without having to do it.
Although think so ...
Takagawa Yuichi's hands were inserted in the pocket and smiled lowly.
"Waiting for me for a long time?"
The teenager's pupil was biased towards the end of his eyes, his eyelids were lazily, and his expression was lazy and light.
Behind his waist is a black hand/gun.
Takagawa Chunko's expression was dark: "It's really you, what's the matter with your face?" Yirong? "
I didn't answer this question, but I just pulled the gloves slowly: "How much did you get it to Astraneo, how much did you get?"
Takagawa Chunzi pursed his lips and gave his hands/guns: "You are going to treat the disease."
After she finished speaking, the taunt in the tone almost overflowed: "Unfortunately, you have no cure."
Takagawa Yuchi raised his eyes indifferent.
Takagawa Taro's hand/gun is special. Dare to appear in front of him like this, there must be something that can threaten him.
"Recording pen? Once the switch is pressed, the file is transmitted immediately?" Takagawa Yu said calmly, "Your hand has been inserted in his pocket, it is too obvious."
Takagawa Chunzi froze, his look quickly twisted: "What do you know ..."
An interrupting her was a gunshot.
The bright red blood splashed, and the broken recording pen and bullet fell to the ground together.
Dazai was sitting on the top of the cabin and jumped lightly.
At a glance, Takagawa Yu glanced at him: "I thought it would be Central Plains."
Dazaizhi turned around in his hand like a toy: "Originally, but I want to show off something with You Yi, so I grabbed the task."
... What are the good things for Dazai Zhi?
Takagawa Yu was too late to think. He held the hand of the woman's neck tightly, and the feeling of suffocation made the other party struggling fiercely.
The woman tried to open his hand and could hardly make a sound.
"From ... from your birth, I live in ... living in the fear of being killed by you ..."
The hoarse sound overflowed intermittently from her bleeding lips.
"I just ... I know there is one day ..."
"Ha...hahahahaha..."
Junko Takigawa suddenly started laughing uncontrollably. She grabbed the boy's hand and trembled, and her eyes suddenly became firm.
Takigawa Yuichi frowned, feeling something dig into his skin.
Immediately afterwards, his heart froze suddenly, sharp pain spread from his chest, and the blood flowing calmly in his veins began to boil.
Others might find it unfamiliar, but Yuichi Takigawa felt very familiar with it.
In the past when his abilities were developed, people in the laboratory often injected him with this kind of thing.
It stands to reason that abilities should evolve slowly.
It is precisely because of this that if they cannot control it, those with powers are often killed by their own powers.
"You can't kill me, only I have-" The woman's voice was interrupted by the power she activated, and Yuichi Takigawa mercilessly killed his last "family" in the world amid the threats.
He covered his lips and coughed, leaning against the wall with one hand, arching his back in pain.
Junko Takigawa's body was exposed, and a tiny syringe in her palm was illuminated by the moonlight.
Osamu Dazai was stunned, and finally realized something was wrong.
"Yu..."
"do not come!"
Takigawa Yuichi shouted in a hoarse voice, his eyelashes were wet with sweat, and a few blue veins bulged on his slender neck.
The boy in the corner looked like a hedgehog, raising his gun at Osamu Dazai vigilantly.
"Come here and kill you."
The most primitive means of protecting yourself.
Dazai Osamu watched all this quietly, and could almost imagine how the other party survived in that laboratory.
Teenagers are strong and vulnerable, always bolstering their spirits with self-righteous pride.
But who could Yuichi kill like this?
"Does it hurt?" Dazai Osamu asked flatly.
Takigawa Yuichi gritted his teeth: "Huh? You are talking about..."
The black gun was removed, and the knife that Dazai Osamu knocked on the boy's wrist was neither light nor heavy, but it still left a faint red mark.
The unbearable pain showed signs of improvement when he was hugged by Osamu Dazai, and [Disqualification in Humanity] was slowly eliminating his explosive power.
Dazai Osamu pressed the opponent's head on his shoulder and lowered his eyes slightly.
After a long time, Yuichi Takigawa heard him laugh.
"...Don't gloat around here."
"No schadenfreude," Osamu Dazai said, wrapping his soft silver hair around his fingertips, "It's just that Yuichi was poisoned, and I'm the only antidote."
From now on, an invisible chain will hold them together.
Dazai Osamu thought so, and the curvature of the corners of his lips widened.
He unhurriedly opened the boy's clenched hand and squeezed his five fingers between the other's fingers.
Ten fingers clasped, even the body temperature blended with each other.
[Dazai's healing degree +20]
[Current favorability: 100]
"If only I could take pictures." Dazai Osamu sighed, to be honest, he didn't really want to let go.
but……
He removed the cock and fired two shots at Junko Takigawa.
The sound of gunfire alarmed the guests in the cabin, and the second-floor box was pushed away. Gin's gaze stayed on the dead Junko Takigawa for a moment, and finally fell on Spinita, who was held by Osamu Dazai in his arms.
"Do you like him, Gin-kun?"
In the rainy night, the exchange of fire is imminent.
The news that Shirley's hiding place was exposed came from the headset. Gin had no idea, just watched Dazai Osamu standing up slowly in front of him.
Behind him is an endless wave, and the kite-colored pupils unabashedly show ambition.
Dazai Osamu curled his lips into a chuckle:
"The principle of the Mafia is that I will take away everything you like."