Chapter 51 Chapter 51 I would have surrendered completely and given everything...

51

The experiment introduction lasted for a whole day, and we also had a meal during that time.

Mo Shiyu had no intention of staying to chat with anyone else and quickly left this place. Shirley left from another elevator, probably going back to her own laboratory.

Mo Shiyu, Gin and Vermouth took the elevator from the underground to the ground floor.

The elevator door opened.

Before leaving, Vermouth suddenly turned back to look at him, and smiled charmingly, "Valentin, if you're interested in that little zombie character, you can always come find me."

Before Mo Shiyu could answer, Gin gave her a cold look.

"The spotlight is not for members of the organization. Vermouth, not everyone is like you."

Vermouth chuckled. "Gin, your theory doesn't apply to me. Beauty is not a fault. There's no need to hide it. As long as it's enough to inspire awe."

"There are shadows beneath the veil. Vanity Fair can be a weapon or a protective umbrella. Is it enough to hide behind you forever? Gin, you know that's unrealistic."

Gin lowered his cold green eyes, "Don't mind your own business."

The blonde, red-lipped woman raised an eyebrow and suddenly leaned closer, whispering in Gin's ear, "My business? I'm not one to meddle in other people's business. If the subject wasn't you and him, do you think I would meddle in other people's business?"

She said gently, "Gin, do you think Valentine could only choose you?"

Gin's cold gaze suddenly met hers. Vermouth took a step back and chuckled.

"The shooting location is in Yokohama. You're always welcome." She casually put out the cigarette on the railing, and her slender fingers with water-red nails circled the car keys as she walked away slowly.

After she left, Mo Shiyu turned his head to look at Gin, whose eyes were deep and whose pupils were like those of a wild beast.

Their whispers just now were so low that even with Mo Shiyu's hearing ability, he could only hear them vaguely. He only felt a somewhat tense atmosphere between the two people.

Gin didn't look at him, and turned around after a while. His eyes were calm but there was a hidden undercurrent.

Just now, so many members of the organization were staring at Mo Shiyu with murderous intent, but Gin didn't even raise an eyebrow. However, at this moment, his brows were filled with a hint of cold hostility, and were covered by thick shadows, which made Mo Shiyu feel a little frightened.

He hesitantly called out, "...Gin?"

Gin suddenly took a step closer and stretched out his hand.

The cold, slender fingers grasped the black rope around Mo Shiyu's neck, followed the rope into his collar, and amidst the goose bumps on his skin, the pale fingertips hooked out a silver pendant.

"When did you start liking this kind of thing?" Gin whispered.

Mo Shiyu's response was to hold his hand tightly and look up at him, "You are the one. When did you become interested in what accessories I wear?"

“…”

Gin's expressionless face seemed ascetic and cold, but the feeling of oppression was not to be underestimated. Mo Shiyu suddenly shuddered, because Gin raised his hand, and the cold touch stroked the side of his face little by little, gently, with the shadow of death.

The killer was suspicious of him, but he handled him like a precious piece of porcelain.

Mo Shiyu's eyes became unfocused, and his long, silky silver hair swayed before his eyes, like white plum blossoms frozen by frost in winter.

They were in the corner outside the elevator. The elevator door slowly closed and the light reflected on them slowly disappeared.

Mo Shiyu slowly loosened his hand, and it dropped weakly.

The pendant opened with a click. Gin lowered his eyes.

There was nothing inside, completely empty.

His eyes moved slightly and he stood up.

"Is that enough?" Mo Shiyu leaned against the wall, his hands hanging at his sides, and looked up at him. "It's just a little gadget I bought casually. I haven't decided what to put in it yet."

Gin loosened his grip and looked at him with his green eyes. "Did you buy it, or was it given to you by someone else?"

Mo Shiyu asked, "What?"

"Those newcomers you tested..." Gin asked, "How are they doing?"

Mo Shiyu didn't know how the topic turned to this, but he still said, "Kill the disobedient one. Among the remaining two, one is very good. It's basically confirmed to be him."

"What's your name?"

"Anuro Toru." Mo Shiyu said.

***

Mo Shiyu opened the car door and got back into his car. It was daytime when he came in and night when he left.

He leaned over the steering wheel and let out a long, trembling breath.

After a while, he reached into his pocket and took out a paper crane made of colorful candy wrapper. When he unfolded it, there was a pale, cold hair inside.

This is the hair of Majia Shangshan Sheyu. Mo Shiyu has always kept it in the pendant around his neck.

Mo Shiyu was not comfortable putting it anywhere else, so he only carried it with him. However, when he met people from the organization, he would take off the pendant and keep it.

Only this time when Gin came to him, he was caught off guard, so the pendant was hanging around his neck the whole time. It would be too conspicuous if he took it off in the middle, so he could only find an opportunity to take out the hair inside and hide it in the paper crane.

But he didn't expect that Gin would still find out something was wrong.

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes.

He once again felt the fear vividly - Gin knew him too well.

If it weren't for the golden finger, Mo Shiyu would not have any hope of escape, not even a trace.

Even with the golden finger, he had thought more than once about surrendering and handing everything over to that man.

It was awful, depraved, but full of temptation—Gin always knew what he wanted.

Mo Shiyu suppressed his emotions and thought carefully in his mind. Gin was right in believing that the pendant was special, but he seemed to have mistakenly thought that it was the pendant itself that was special, perhaps because he was wondering who bought it for him.

Considering the context again, Mo Shiyu covered his face.

...Toru Amuro, I'm sorry!

***

Mo Shiyu left the organization's base and thought about what to do next.

There is still a test for Toru Amuro, so I need to improve my favorability more and try to reach 1000 favorability points as soon as possible.

I have increased the favorability of all the original characters in the organization, so I can only look for other characters. Maybe I should start in Yokohama.

The road stretched forward silently under the illumination of high beams.

The organization's base is in the suburbs, and the road leading into the city is flanked by dark wilderness. The surroundings are so quiet tonight that it's a little scary.

Mo Shiyu turned on the radio in the car and the music from the midnight radio station started playing. Just as he was humming the song in a good mood, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the windshield.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he slammed the brakes to the floor, a sharp thud echoing from the tires and the ground. Mo Shiyu's body was suddenly pulled forward by inertia, and the seat belt held him with difficulty.

He controlled the steering wheel hard to prevent the car from overturning, leaving deep marks on the ground and slowly coming to a stop.

Mo Shiyu unbuckled his seat belt in shock, took a flashlight from the car cabinet, opened the car door, and saw a figure lying on the ground.

His driving speed just now was not slow. After all, this is the fast lane. Who knew that someone would appear in the middle of the night!

He walked over quickly and turned on the flashlight. The light shone on the ground. A man with long black hair was lying on his side with his eyes closed unconsciously. His eyelashes drooped, and dark red blood flowed along his brow bone to his chin, winding and stretching on the ground.

I have to say this scene is quite nice, just like a murder case happening under the moonlight, it always has a touch of coolness and melancholy more than other places.

Mo Shiyu squatted down, looked at it, and looked again.

No, isn't this that person...

He thought blankly.

Why did you come to me to try to scam me, Akai Shuichi?

Aren’t you afraid that I’ll see you still have a breath left and just send you off?

Valentin is different from Akemi Miyano. Valentin is a bottle of ferocious and terrifying wine!

The ferocious and terrifying Valentine was stunned for a few seconds, then finally sighed and carried Akai Shuichi to his car with difficulty.

His strength and stamina were not top-notch, and after finally moving the person into the back seat, he put his hands on his hips, leaned against the car door, and gasped for breath.

It took a while for Mo Shiyu to recover. He sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator again, and the McLaren, which had left a brake mark on the ground, drove back onto the road.

The man lying in the back seat was tall, with black hair hanging down under the seat. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a bit of dark blue in his eyes. He looked at the person in the front seat for just a moment, then closed his eyes again.

After driving back to the hotel, Mo Shiyu parked in the underground garage, opened the car door, and leaned his upper body into the back door. With one hand, he straightened the man's face, and with the other hand, he took out a few pieces of paper and wiped off the obvious bloodstains on the man's face. Then, he put one of his hands around his shoulders and dragged the man out of the car. In this position, he dodged people all the way like carrying a drunk, and brought the man into his hotel room.

After putting the person on the soft sofa in the room, Mo Shiyu simply sat down on the ground and panted for 3 minutes.

Lifting something that's over 1.8 meters tall and weighs 80 to 90 kilograms is really a struggle, and he almost strained his waist.

He paused for a moment, took out the medicine box, took out gauze and suture needles, cleaned his wound, and sewed up the wound on his head.

After a moment, he couldn't help but hum a song softly.

"Baby, baby, sleep peacefully in daddy's arms. You are my sweetheart, hehe..."

While pretending to be unconscious, Akai Hide endured the sharp pain in his head and thought calmly in his heart, was Valentine humming a Chinese song?

Maybe he is from China.

Valentine's voice was charming, his pronunciation gentle. It seemed like a nursery rhyme, the tune pleasant and somewhat hypnotic, surprisingly soothing the pain of the wound. I had no idea what the lyrics meant.

The fingers that stitched the wound and wiped the blood were warm and gentle, as if a kitten was scratching its heart with its claws.

However, after a moment, Mo Shiyu suddenly frowned and the humming stopped abruptly.

He moved closer, pulled out his dagger, and cut the sleeping young man's shirt from the collar down.

He had a gunshot wound in his shoulder. It wasn't a penetrating wound; the bullet had grazed his shoulder, spinning and leaving a long burn mark, unlike a typical abrasion.

This wasn't caused by a car accident.

"Hey." Mo Shiyu murmured, then curled up his lips and smiled.

I see.

Mo Shiyu cleaned the man's wound and left him alone while he went to take a bath.

The door was closed and Shuichi Akai slowly opened his eyes.

Good bet, he thought.

Just like the profile of Valentine after the last time they met.

Valentine is not a person who kills indiscriminately.

***

After a while, Mo Shiyu walked out of the bathroom in a yukata, leaned against the back of the bed, and poured a glass of sake that he brought back from Hokkaido yesterday. His two long legs with graceful lines under the yukata were casually crossed on the bed. While drinking, he took out his notebook and started typing a report.

Ma Jia had already written the longest article for him during his free time and sent it to him through the brain hotspot. Mo Shiyu only needed to do the remaining two articles.

He worked hard until 2 a.m., but couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep with his notebook as a pillow.

Shuichi Akai, who had been awake all the time, finally opened his eyes in the darkness and looked at the sleeping figure on the bed.

The man didn't cover himself with a blanket at all. He lay on his side, his bathrobe a little messy due to sleeping, the belt around his waist had come undone, and the thin bathrobe seemed to be draped over his slender waist.

Valentine didn't cover himself with a quilt, but covered him with a blanket.

Shuichi Akai was cautious and motionless, but he was a little surprised that the members of the organization had to work overtime so late, no less than the FBI.

However, seeing how Valentine sighed and took a gulp of wine every 10 minutes, he was obviously quite complaining. It is reasonable to infer that he did not receive overtime pay, which is different from the FBI.

Let’s keep our strength first.

Akai Shuichi closed his eyes.