As for the confrontation between the two big guys in the back seat, Vodka pretended that he didn't exist and saw nothing, and drove quietly.

Gin is usually easy to talk to, but if he attracts the big brother's attention at this time, he would be courting death.

Under the reflection of the street lights outside the window, Bailandide's blue eyes revealed an exceptionally pure texture - there was nothing in this blue, as if she was simply happy for her action at this moment!

Gin smirked instead. He rarely worked with Bailandide, but that didn't mean he didn't know Bailandide's strength, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to let him join this event without saying anything. Even if this was really their first collaboration, with Gin's ability, he could tell Bailandide's strength from the few brief exchanges just now.

Rather than having fun on this mission, Bylandide's attention was focused on the enemies just now - it would be more accurate to say that Bylandide's high spirits were because every bullet just now was aimed at Gin!

It was just that he had anticipated the direction of Gin's every dodge and calculated the enemies' reaction abilities, so he seemed to be in perfect harmony with Gin and just barely managed to pass by Gin and take the enemies' lives.

Ballantyne was really bored, and he even asked Gin to kill time. What a lunatic.

After realizing this, Gin didn't want to do as Bylandide wished. He raised his eyes and put away his gun directly.

As expected, after he withdrew his murderous intent and gun, Bylandide's expression was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that he did not expect Gin to react like this.

There was a flicker in those blue eyes, like a moody child, tinged with a bit of boredom.

Compared to Gin, Bylandide always showed his emotions directly on his face. The black-haired young man leaned back, rested his head on the backrest of the car, and relaxed again.

It's really boring. Bailandide changed his posture, holding his chin up and looking at the night view outside the window. The rearview mirror perfectly captured his lazy expression at the moment.

The car fell into an awkward silence. Vodka looked at his eldest brother's expression and silently changed direction. He decided to get Bailandide out of the car first.

Who knows what Bailandide will do next. Vodka looks honest, but don't forget that he is also a member with a code name, and he is always smart about these details.

What went wrong? Zhu Fu Kongliang himself was a little puzzled. The task of saving his brother was not over yet, or it could be said that this was the most critical moment. But he could not muster any interest at all.

"Hey, Gin." Bailandide broke the silence and looked at Gin, who was sitting with his eyes closed and resting. "Have you ever been bored? How do you kill time?"

Vodka, who was sitting in the driver's seat, smacked his lips in his heart. Should he say that Bailandide was indeed a madman? He had just confronted his elder brother, but now he started chatting calmly again - and to his surprise, his elder brother was not angry at all! If it were someone else, with such an erratic personality, his elder brother would have shot him a long time ago, right?

"What is interesting to you?" Gin actually didn't remember what happened just now, and asked a question in an extremely cold tone.

This question, on the contrary, really stumped Zhu Fu Kong Liang.

Zhu Fu Kong Liang hesitated for a moment and started thinking subconsciously in his mind.

Everyone around him has his or her own goals, even the kids from the Junior Detective Team he knows, have firm beliefs.

Some of these goals may be as small as wanting to have a meal of eel rice, while others may be as big as wanting to destroy the organization.

But for Zhu Fukongliang, apart from the goal of saving his brother, everything he has now feels empty.

Compared to all the people he knew, Zhu Fu Kong Liang was the most aimless and careless one. It was difficult for him to find his own position.

When parents look at their children, they always hope that their children will become excellent people and good children. When an elder brother looks at his younger brother, he may hope that his younger brother will be well-behaved and sensible. When a younger brother looks at his elder brother, he may hope that his elder brother will play with him and that his elder brother is a mature and stable person.

All of these are external factors that give an existing "individual" the attributes they want.

But no one, whether from the Morobuchi family or the Saiki family, had ever asked Morobuchi Sora to become a certain kind of person.

His parents don't ask him to be a good child, his elder brother doesn't ask him to be a good younger brother, and his younger brother doesn't ask him to do anything or be a certain kind of older brother. As long as he is happy.

In such a big environment, it is difficult for Zhu Fu Kong Liang to find his own position and way of action.

Zhu Fu Kong Liang was free enough from the beginning, but he lacked his own goals.

When children are young, teachers always like to give them a topic to write about: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Zhu Fu Kong Liang could answer with the most perfect standard template, but in reality, his dreams were always vague.

However, Zhu Fu Kong Liang did not think about these things and chose to make the vagueness clear. He got a forum system, and his goal from that moment on was to save his brother.

Why, even though the rescue was not over yet, he was the first to feel bored? Zhufu Kongliang fell silent.

As for Gin, he was a little surprised that Bylandide was just beginning to feel numb and bored.

Except for those who have pure faith and act unwaveringly for their goals. Even for those who are immersed in darkness, not every action will be interesting, and not every time you will encounter an opponent of equal strength.

Finding a little joy in nothingness is the only way they can go.

Gin opened his eyes and met Zhufu Kongliang's confused eyes again. His tone was no different from usual, but it seemed to carry a hint of temptation. Gin asked, "What's the difference between now and the past?"

Bailandide blinked and did not answer.

"Black or white doesn't matter to you, you just do it for fun." Gin's fingers stroked the cold gun at hand, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Compared to the other party who has trouble with the rules, you know better than me how to choose. Bailantide."

Zhu Fukongliang: "..."

Zhu Fu Kong Liang complained: "What? I was asking you seriously."

The result is this inexplicable grouping of speeches.

Zhu Fukongliang curled his lips and opened the car door directly - they were just about to reach his apartment, and Vodka had already slowed down the car. But Vodka didn't expect that Bailandide would jump out of the car and run away before he stopped the car.

Gin didn't react to this scene. He looked up at Vodka who looked surprised in the rearview mirror and ordered coldly, "Keep driving."

On the other side, Zhu Fu Kongliang brushed the dust off his clothes, but unexpectedly heard a vaguely familiar voice behind him.

"Xiaokongliang?" Hagiwara Kenji trotted over and said with a smile: "Good evening~"

The smell of gunpowder on Morofu Sora's body had not yet dissipated, but Hagiwara Kenji just glanced at the instrument bag that Morofu Sora was carrying and did not ask any more questions.

Hagiwara Kenji was carrying a supermarket bag filled with some daily necessities. He seemed to have no sense of distance. He suddenly approached Morofu Sora, met the black-haired police officer's eyes, and asked in confusion: "What happened to Sora? You look different from before?"

Zhu Fu Kong Liang: "It has nothing to do with you, right?"

Hagiwara Kenji chuckled and said, "Don't be so cold. Maybe I can be a caring brother to you for once."

"I understand your current situation very well, Xiaokong Liang. After all, I have been through it myself." Hagiwara Kenji thought of an adjective: "It's like suddenly losing your goal!"

Hagiwara Kenji stood beside Morobuchi Sorao with a matter-of-fact attitude and explained to him, "For example, after completing a big task, there is always a sense of relief of 'Ah - it's over'. Is it a very troublesome job that has been completed?"

Looking at Morobuchi's expression, Hagiwara Kenji realized the answer, and after guessing a few more possibilities along this line, he returned to the original question in a gentle tone: "Is it because you suddenly don't know what to do?"

Kenji Hagiwara gave an example: "For example, a very troublesome boss suddenly stops giving you trouble—"

Zhu Fu Kong Liang suddenly stopped and realized the reason why he felt bored - yes, that troublesome cartoonist, Lord God, how long has it been since he has troubled him?

Ever since the analysis of Matsuda Jinpei's possible self-rescue and the moment Hagiwara Kenji was resurrected, the gods seemed to have given up resistance and pushed the plot forward completely according to the settings given by Moroku Sora.

His past actions and thoughts were always suppressed, and suddenly he lost the fun of resistance. Although this was indeed what Zhu Fu Kong Liang wanted, at this moment, he still felt empty.

It was as if one had gone from being a rebel against God to being a chess piece on God's chessboard, about to be pushed forward.

Hagiwara Kenji smiled and said, "But it's obvious that Xiaokong Liang is the kind of person who can't sit still, so he started to feel bored."

"Should we try to continue causing trouble for our boss?" Kenji Hagiwara made a bad suggestion.

Seeing the subtle changes in Morofu Sora's expression, Hagiwara Kenji changed the hand holding the bag and naturally changed the subject: "By the way, I forgot to bring the photos. Are you free tomorrow? I'll return them to you."

"...No, that photo." Morofuku Sora blinked, met Hagiwara Kenji's black eyes, and said the next sentence.

After hearing about Morofuku's plan, Hagiwara Kenji looked a little puzzled, but he still nodded and said, "I understand."

Zhu Fu Kong Liang asked: "Aren't you going to ask me why I do this?"

Hagiwara Kenji stretched out his hand, which had red marks from being squeezed by the supermarket bag, and pressed it on Morobu Kongliang's head, and naturally untied the braid beside Morobu Kongliang's ear: "If Kongliang, you don't tell me, I won't ask."

"Anyone can reject you, refute you, and not understand you." Hagiwara Kenji smiled, but his expression was particularly serious: "I am the only one who does not have this qualification."

"Please believe me, Xiaokong Liang."

——Don't forget, we are accomplices.