Chapter 21

When Akabane Higen woke up again, his eyes seemed to be covered by a piece of black cloth. He blinked, and everything in front of him was dark. He stretched out his hand and tugged again. The rope was tied tightly, rubbing against the fragile skin at his wrist, causing pain and leaving a red mark, which formed a sharp contrast with his fair skin, making people feel inexplicably pitiful.

Akabane Higen listened to the surrounding environment for a while, and then spoke in a very soft tone: "Is anyone there?"

There was silence.

Only the boy's trembling voice echoed in the empty room.

Akabane Higen opened his mouth again, but a mouthful of cold wind blew in his mouth, causing him to cough several times.

He felt it quietly and found that he seemed to be facing the window. The window was not closed, but the light in the room was very dim, so that Akabane Higen felt that it was already night.

The weather had turned a little cold, and the wind was blowing into the house. He could feel the temperature in the house began to drop, and the cold wind only penetrated into his collar. He couldn't help but shiver.

It's so cold.

If this goes on, he will be frozen to death here without anyone coming to find him.

Akabane Higen thought drowsily. He felt like he seemed to have a fever, and it was very serious.

He leaned against the corner, moved his wrist slightly, and fumbled on the rope.

Why did things turn out like this?

A few days ago, he was still at home discussing with Toru Amuro and others how to hide from the organization, but he didn't expect that a few days later, he was knocked unconscious and kidnapped to this strange place.

There was no one here, and the people who kidnapped him also left. He was thrown here, without food or water, and no one cared about him.

Akabane Hitomi estimated that it should be almost a day, and Jingguang and others should have discovered that he was missing, and they should be able to find him soon.

But the biggest problem now is that it is too cold here, cold and dark, and he has a high fever, a very high fever, and his mind is fuzzy.

At first, he used the things on his body to untie the rope and run away, and then he happened to meet the kidnapper who came back to see the situation, and knocked him unconscious again and tied him back to the corner.

When he woke up again, it was now.

Everything on his body had been searched clean, leaving nothing behind. His coat had also been taken off, leaving only a thin shirt.

It was cold.

Really cold.

The room was silent, as if he was the only one left in the world.

Akabane Higen's hands were still groping on the ropes behind him.

He thought that the person who had tied him up must have left the window open on purpose, allowing him to get a fever and become confused, so he couldn't analyze the current situation, nor could he escape.

There was an obvious pain in his throat, and even swallowing was very difficult.

Akabane Higen felt his head getting heavier and heavier. He struggled to send a message to Moscato in the channel, and then let his consciousness sink into the darkness.

Moscato, who received the message at this time, did not react. It should be said that he could not react.

At this time, Moscato and Gin were standing on the left and right of an old man with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and walking on crutches, looking at the big screen in front of them.

The identity of this old man is self-evident. He is the big boss of the organization, Karasuma Renya.

And on the big screen, it was Akabane Higen who was in a semi-comatose figure.

Just as the eyes can deceive people, after covering the eyes, other senses are more likely to deceive.

At this moment, Akabane Higen was not in a room with open windows and cold wind as he imagined, but in a small closed room.

The room was blank, with only a dim light swaying on the ceiling, and the cold wind that Akabane Higen felt was an artificially created, deliberately cooling wind that blew straight at him.

Seeing that the boy had completely fainted, Karasuma Renya pressed the remote control in his hand, the screen in front of him retracted, and the walls opened to both sides, revealing the small room in the screen.

He walked in slowly, and Gin brought a chair from somewhere and put it inside. Karasuma Renya sat down and poked the boy's fair face with his crutch, leaving two red marks on it.

"Gin."

A hoarse and unpleasant voice came out of his mouth. Gin took a step forward, untied the boy's wrists, and then took out a test tube from his arms, found the vein, and injected it.

Karasuma Renya kept paying attention to Moscato's movements with his peripheral vision. Seeing that the liquid in the test tube was almost injected, Moscato still squinted his eyes and looked at everything in front of him with a casual look, without anger or sadness.

This made Karasuma Renya very satisfied. He didn't want the person he had cultivated since childhood to be confused by a little researcher. He retracted his gaze and continued to watch Gin's movements.

However, he retracted his gaze too quickly, or perhaps Moscato did not open his eyes, so no one saw the dark light in his eyes, and no one noticed that his clenched fists in his pockets were bleeding. But

the boy's wrist was also injured, and blood was flowing. The room was already filled with the smell of blood, so Karasuma Renya did not smell it, and Gin did not notice that he was abnormal.

There seemed to be some recovery medicine in the test tube. Soon after the injection, the boy coughed. He coughed softly for a long time before he opened his eyes weakly.

The cloth on his eyes had been torn off by Gin, but his eyes had not seen the light for too long and were still a little uncomfortable. Akabane Higen blinked very slowly before he got used to the scene in front of him.

An... old man?

The boy wanted to stand up, but his wrist was bloody and the pain was slowly transmitted to his nervous system. He took a deep breath, then leaned against the wall and looked up at the three people in front of him.

Gin, Moscato, and... the boss of the organization?

"Who are you?" The boy's voice became very hoarse because he hadn't drunk water for a long time, and it echoed in the small room.

Karasuma Renya stared at him with a cloudy light in his eyes: "Kid, I'm your father's friend."

"My name is Karasuma Renya, you can call me Uncle Karasuma."

"Karasuma... Renya..." Akabane Higen repeated the name in a low voice, "Cough... cough cough!"

He coughed a few more times: "There's no need to get close to me, what do you want to do?"

"Will you join me, kid?" Karasuma Renya seemed to know him well. He didn't feel offended when the boy said that, but stated his purpose.

He was tied up here and left alone for three days. Now he was asked if he was willing to join. How hypocritical.

"Do I have any other choice?" The boy pulled the corners of his cracked mouth, and his tone was very sarcastic.

Karasuma Renya also smiled: "Good kid, you should take good care of yourself first. When you are well, I will tell you what to do."

He turned his head and looked at Moscato. His tone was very gentle, like an elder's caring advice to the younger generation: "Moscato, this child will be left with you to recuperate first. You must treat him well. Do you understand?"

Treat him well.

Didn't you ask someone to injure him?

Hearing this, Moscato's eyes, which had been half closed, finally opened completely, full of excitement and viciousness. Under these two lights, there was an indescribable calmness and madness. The corners of his mouth curved up, and he said in a gentle tone: "Okay, BOSS, but he's here with me, don't you worry about other things?"

The ambiguity and teasing in his words seemed to rush straight at people. Hearing this, Gin raised his eyes to look at him and said "huh" very coldly.

Karasuma Renya also laughed out loud: "Of course it's okay, Moscato, as long as you are happy."

"I told you, Moscato, you can do whatever you want."

Moscato's smile deepened, and he bowed to Karasuma Renya with a smile in his eyes, then walked around them, bent down and picked up the extremely weak boy.

When his fingers touched the boy, he clearly saw that the boy trembled all over, his long eyelashes fluttered up and down quickly, his face was bloodless, and the corners of his lips were pale from being pursed.

He picked up the boy. His injured hands fell weakly at his sides. His snow-white shirt was soaked with blood, some of which had already turned dark brown. It seemed that Gin had used too much force when untying the rope just now. Now the wound had split open again, and bright red liquid flowed out, soaking his clothes. Some of it dripped onto the ground along the boy's pale fingertips.

There was no sound, but the bright red blood seemed to drip on his heart, stinging him.

It felt like a big hand was clutching his heart tightly. He didn't know how much pain the kitten was in, but he only knew that he was almost suffocating.

He quickly left here with the kitten in his arms, fearing that if he stayed here for another second, he would not be able to resist setting fire to the two people.

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