Just like when a game is downloading an update, the progress bar will always get stuck at a certain point.

Matsue Shigure thought that the bug fix would be solved by taking a nap, but when he woke up, it had only slowly climbed to 75%.

Looking at the colorful blocks of texture in front of him, Matsue Shigure could do nothing but take a deep breath.

Songjiang Shigure gritted his teeth and said, "Three days! Do you know how I spent these three days?"

He hammered the pillow, looking extremely angry and distressed.

System: "...I feel like you're having a pretty good time?"

Matsue Shigure hugged the pillow and rolled around: "Hey hey!"

It was really cool. After all, he was half-blind, and no matter how unscrupulous the boss was, he would not be forced to work.

Matsue Shigure didn't even need to stay in the cafe, she could just stay at home and enjoy herself for several days.

But no matter what, a dedicated actor has to live up to the character he is responsible for.

[Reporter] It’s a bit normal to pretend to be a normal person, but [Instructor] is his only decent ID card!!

Therefore, even though Enomoto Azusa advised him to go back and rest, Matsue Shigure still stayed with tears in his heart but acted responsibly on the surface... as a mascot.

It's a real mascot: Matsue Shigure usually sits in a cafe and listens to books with headphones. He relies on his pretty face to attract young ladies, and then puts on a cool attitude so that people dare not approach him to chat with him.

Apart from some acquaintances who know "Matsujiang Xunye" and would come up to him to fend off some, Matsue Shigure is very free most of the time, and can even get free feeding from the young lady.

He claimed to the public that his eyes were injured and he had been recuperating in the past few days.

Matsue Shigure even had the idea of ​​"why not just stay like this forever" and was reluctant to leave.

"Whether I am happy or not, and whether it is good or not, it actually has little impact, right?"

The player got up, squinted his eyes and put on his clothes, then casually tied up his long hair that had grown to below his shoulders.

"Hey, sir, where did I put my cane last night?"

System: "Beside the table...when will you be able to get rid of your forgetfulness? What will you do without me in the future?"

Songjiang Shigure touched the cane and said calmly: "When I buy the game company, you can call me daddy!"

System: "...Good fellow, even Zhou Paopi is not as despicable as you."

Matsue Shigure let out an ugly capitalist laugh, walked to the fitting mirror with his cane, and then wrapped the thin white bandage in his hand around his eyes.

After all, being afraid of the dark doesn’t make it suitable to wear sunglasses. The visibility of a single-layer bandage is just right, and it can also block 80% of the curiosity about his cane.

"Let's go! Today's goal is to squat and be fed by at least five young ladies!"

System: "You should let the forum see your true face!"

*****

Today has turned from early autumn to late autumn, and it has been raining continuously. Even without looking, you can tell that the sky and the earth are covered with fog.

Matsue Shigure changed into a rather heavy khaki windbreaker and tapped his walking stick into the thick fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

He was holding a large black umbrella, which covered his entire body very well, though it was a bit heavy.

The blind paths in this world are very well built, without too many obstacles. Even when you walk on the road, some people will ask if you need help.

As you open the door and enter the café, you are greeted by the rich aroma of coffee and food.

"Welcome~"

"Miss Xiaozi, ahem, it's me."

"Matsue, you came early today too." Azusa Enomoto's voice came from behind the counter.

Matsue Shigure put the umbrella on the umbrella stand, took off his coat, folded it and put it in the closet, then walked to the sofa in the corner.

"Try the corn soup and the salt and pepper bacon sandwich." Enomoto Azusa put the plate on the table and looked into his eyes with some worry. "How do you feel today?"

"It's still pretty much the same, but don't worry, it will be fine after a while."

Songjiang Shigure drank a mouthful of corn soup, and narrowed his eyes contentedly under his bandage: "Miss Xiaozi's cooking skills are still as good as ever."

"Stop flattering me..." Enomoto Azusa coughed lightly and took back her joke, "Okay, I'm going to get busy. If you're not feeling well, you should go back and rest early."

"Okay."

Azusa Enomoto quickly carried the tray back to the counter and breathed a sigh of relief.

She secretly looked up at the blond young man sitting in the corner.

Song Jiangxun was also drinking soup while listening to a book with headphones. His eyes were covered by a bandage so he couldn't be seen clearly, but he sat with his back straight, and inexplicably had an elegant demeanor that made him look like he didn't want to be disturbed by strangers.

"What kind of big event would make someone become so reliable?" She couldn't help but grumble. "Seeing Songjiang like this really makes me a little nervous."

When Azusa Enomoto heard the news that Matsue Shunya was kidnapped shortly after being hospitalized with a high fever, she doubted the reality of this world for a moment.

After the other party appeared, she became even more convinced that Song Jiangxun might have been kidnapped by aliens!

There is also Mr. Amuro. It was clear that he and Matsue were at odds at the beginning, but later on, the relationship between the two suddenly became inexplicably good. And recently, in front of Matsue Shunya, whose power has increased greatly, Mr. Amuro Toru has become even more obedient.

She suspected that these two guys who took leave every other day might be doing something else behind her back!

But soon, Azusa Enomoto had no time to think about these things, because there were so many guests coming today that she was very busy alone.

"Let me help." The sound of a cane tapping the ground was heard nearby, and one of the trays in front of Azusa Enomoto was pulled away.

"Eh?!" Enomoto Azusa quickly stopped him, "Matsue, are you sure you can do this?"

"I have memorized the seats in the cafe. Just tell me which table of customers you are." Song Jiangxun pursed his lips, seeming a little disappointed. "After all, I am also an employee."

Enomoto Azusa looked at his expression and said "sorry" subconsciously, then hurriedly said: "It's the table closest to the window..."

"no problem."

The young man put his crutches directly on the counter and walked over with the tray.

Azusa Enomoto looked at his back and couldn't help rubbing her eyebrows.

She still felt that Songjiang was...too responsible to be real.

It seemed that after he couldn't see clearly, his whole body tensed up, and he was forcing himself to adapt.

Azusa Enomoto couldn't help but touch her phone. She didn't quite believe what Junya Matsue said about "it's just a minor injury that will heal after a while", so she decided to ask Toru Amuro who was more reliable.

***

In fact.

System: "Click left, click left, two steps forward, be careful!!"

Matsue Shigure: "Can you do it? Can we have some tacit understanding as a partner?"

After hearing in a novel that the protagonist had teammates who got along well with each other, someone started criticizing his own waste system.

A system that has been completely assimilated will naturally not do that.

System: "Let me show you my excellent command ability!"

So it evolved into this situation.

Matsue Shigure: "He is such a rookie, yet he is so confident."

System: “Are you sure you are talking about me and not yourself??”

Everyone was arguing, but the tray was placed on the table very accurately.

Matsue Shigure placed the plate of sandwiches and coffee in front of the customer, who exclaimed in surprise.

"Can you see it?" the customer asked in surprise, even waving his hands in front of him.

Songjiang Shigure had no expression on his face. He could see a hammer, and he only saw a yellow line...

If possible, he would rather see a cute little sister.

But he still chuckled and lowered his voice: "You can treat this as a cafe event?"

“Oh oh oh!” the customer was visibly excited.

Songjiang Shiyu flirted with the customer and left without noticing the customer lowering her head and rapidly tapping on her phone.

——Come to the Poro Cafe in Beika-cho 5-chome! ! There is an event going on here! A very handsome guy is playing blindfolded games! !

——That kind of cold and abstinent style, I don’t know if her skin is made up, it has a sickly white color, very pale!

…

The more Azusa Enomoto worked, the more depressed she became.

It's past dinner time, but why are there more and more people in the cafe, and 80% of them are young and beautiful girls!

Even with Song Jiangxun's help, she still felt overwhelmed.

When I turned around, I saw that even the trash can was full.

Hearing the rustling sound of the garbage bag, Songjiang Shiyu felt as if he had been pardoned. He twisted his sore wrist and picked up the crutch that was placed aside: "Miss Xiaozi, I'll go take out the garbage!"

He felt like he was being plucked bald by the enthusiastic customers!!

"Eh? Is it really okay for you to go out alone?"

"No problem, the voice navigation is on."

Matsue Shigure calmly pointed at his headphones, but actually he was pointing at the system in his head.

The system snorted: "You are the newbie!"

Matsue Shigure: "Bounce back!"

"Then be careful. If you see a red light, remember to wait for others to cross the road together."

"good."

"Remember to put on your coat!"

"It's just a short distance away. It won't be a problem."

After bidding farewell to Xiaozi's mother, Songjiang Shiyu proudly carried the garbage bag to explore the sea of ​​stars.

However, throwing away garbage is very simple. Looking back, Songjiang Shiyu was arguing with the system and no one knew where he went.

The sound of rain was heard. Matsue Shigure poked the wall of the dead end with his walking stick and cursed "newbie" with an expressionless face.

System: "You are the one distracting me!"

Matsue Shigure: "I'll let you hurt me every day!"

He finally found an angle to curse back!

They quarreled like elementary school students for a long time. Just when Songjiang Shiyu was about to call a passerby to ask for directions, he heard clear footsteps coming from behind.

“Tap tap.”

The man stood behind him and said in a hoarse and low voice: "I thought you had become useless over the years, but I didn't expect your observation skills are still there."

"I want to know where I'm showing my flaws."

Matsue Shigure: “??? Who is this?”

He turned around, and a dark shadow appeared through the thin bandage.

The system took a breath of cool air: "It's Gin!"

Songjiang Shigure almost couldn't catch his breath: "What is this?? Is it too late for me to call the police now?!"

How come he ran into enemies from the Black Organization just by going out to take out the trash?

The system said solemnly: "Dog host, although you have entered the main storyline, you will definitely not die now, but you will probably have to fight later."

Songjiang Shigure: "Oh, don't worry, it's just a fight, it's not like I haven't dealt with this guy before."

The player was well prepared. He had even cut the cards and was just about to hit Gin on the head with his crutch.

No matter how you put it, you can lose your head and bleed, but you can’t lose your character - to deal with a villain like Gin, you have to be more villainous than him.

The players are old and experienced.

****

In the dark and deserted alley, the shabby street lamp at the entrance flickered faintly. The gradually heavier rain formed a rain curtain, brewing a gloomy mist.

A thick shadow spread from the inside out, as if swallowing people.

“Do I need to answer your question?”

The blond young man turned around with an umbrella in his hand, and his loosely tied long hair slid behind him as he moved, resting on his slim light-colored sweater.

He faced the source of the sound, his lips pressed into a straight line.

Only then did Gin see clearly the white bandage covering the other person's face and the auxiliary crutch on his thin wrist.

Is this complete blindness?

He couldn't help but frown.

Despite this, Matsue Shigure was still able to detect his movements and even took the initiative to lure him to this deserted place.

The silver-haired killer held an umbrella in one hand. He narrowed his eyes and said sarcastically, "After so many years, you are still as ruthless as ever, Songjiang Shigure."

It seemed that he seldom heard this name, and a trace of trance flashed across the blond young man's brow.

He coughed lightly a few times and called out slowly and firmly, "The killer."

"It seems you haven't forgotten me yet."

Indeed, if she still had A's memory, Matsue Shigure would not have been able to stand in front of him so calmly.

Gin felt inexplicably regretful.

Compared to the clean police in the past, the current Matsue Shigure is more like a beach of stagnant water with unknown traps hidden in it.

His appearance easily disrupted the situation, but the price he paid was that he could not escape.

No matter what the situation was, he took the initiative to appear in front of him and was willing to be the bait.

Unfortunately... I can't kill him right now.

Thinking of the plan for the near future, Gin narrowed his eyes and temporarily suppressed his murderous anger.

"It's a pity that I didn't trap you and kill you in the fire at that time." Songjiang Shiyu said.

It was raining that day as well, and the blazing flames surrounded the two of them, making it seem like a dead end.

The young man had a cold face, with a hint of sharpness between his brows.

He leaned against the wall cautiously: "What do you want to do here!"

Gin rolled the words on his tongue: "I'll do it... tsk."

The silver-haired killer couldn't help but sneer.

He asked how could Songjiang Shigure dare to meet him alone in such a condition. Was he worried that he might attack other people?

Even though you are in this situation, why do you still have the meaningless sense of responsibility of a police officer?

His eyes scanned Matsue Shigure's pale, sickly skin inch by inch, with malicious glares that seemed to make the already blind young man even more anxious.

Songjiang Shigure stood straight, and the blue veins on the back of his hand holding the crutch were particularly obvious.

Gin casually threw the umbrella backwards and took a small step forward at a leisurely pace.

As if completing an easy invasion, he entered under the blond young man's umbrella - an absolutely safe distance.

The two were very close at this moment, feeling Matsue Shigure's light and calm breathing, the silver-haired killer reached out and pinched the other's chin.

The umbrella trembled violently for a moment, and the raindrops slid down the tilted umbrella.

Gin placed his fingers on the fragile neck, as if he could feel the blood flowing in the skin.

The young man's unstoppable low cough went up his chest, like a gradually retreating drumbeat.

"I like it when you show weakness," he said. "Sometimes, it's good to be self-aware."

Whether it is the bomb disposal police who relied on combat skills at the beginning, or A who holds the top hacker technology in the organization, they all hold the chips that Gin cannot act rashly, and now Matsue Shigure...

Nothing.

——Life and death seemed to be just a thought away for him.

"Ahem, you don't want to kill me, at least not now."

The tone was light and firm, but there was no fear.

Matsue Shigure tilted his head slightly, trying to avoid the hands that were clamping him, but was pulled back again. His hair swayed to his cheeks along with the movement, more like a pulled string.

"So what?"

Gin couldn't deny that he really didn't want to kill Matsue Shigure here, not to mention, he had already figured out how to deal with him.

Since I can't predict his thoughts, then I might as well not predict them and take all the initiative into my own hands.

"Then please... be careful." Songjiang Shigure said in an ambiguous tone.

He coughed twice and held the umbrella tighter.

The killer's eyes were shrewd and sharp, and when he bit someone, one couldn't help but feel as if being stared at by a wild beast.

Gin reached out, pried open the young man's thin fingers one by one, and snatched the heavy black umbrella.

"Plop." The umbrella fell into the puddle and rolled half a circle with the wind. Mud spots splashed onto the clean surface of the umbrella, dirtying it.

The young man seemed to be forced to let go of the umbrella, but he actually breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He opened and closed his fingers a few times to relieve the pain.

It's still too heavy, it's better to get wet in the rain, he thought, Gin is really smart.

Gin didn't notice. His voice was low and hoarse: "Do you want to remember the blank experience?"

The subordinate's body tensed up again, as if a sore spot had been poked, but there was no way to retreat.

Matsue Shigure struggled slightly twice, and the already fair skin on his neck soon turned red.

He remained calm, without changing his tone: "You seem to know me very well."

Yes, Songjiang Shigure faces large blanks every day, and his memory is like a damaged book with missing pages, intermittent.

Sometimes he remembered the students who had taken the oath under the cherry tree, sometimes he remembered the brown-haired girl who looked at him with tears in her eyes, and sometimes he returned to the sea of ​​fire and faced the young killer whose name he did not know.

These memories are vague, and the content in between is like a broken bridge across a cliff, which cannot be crossed.

Songjiang Shigure remembered this hoarse and unique voice, but he could not recall whether he became familiar with him afterwards. He could only analyze from a few words that they were definitely not acquaintances.

Memories go back from the fire to the present.

What happened in the seven years between?

He felt terrified.

That intense feeling of fear suddenly rose from the depths of his soul, telling him with overwhelming force that he should not take the initiative to explore.

Songjiang Shigure has always been rational and his goals have always been clear.

Revenge, he only wanted revenge.

So he said firmly: "But I don't want to."

——I don’t want to remember.

"But I..."

Gin's words were interrupted again, his green eyes suddenly filled with anger, and he was almost aroused by Matsue Shigure's unconventional words.

"Very good, Songjiang Shigure." The silver-haired killer sneered, "You don't want to!"

She escaped death from his hands time and again, her moods are always unpredictable, and she is both fragile and crazy...

Gin had never seen such a contradiction before.

But now——

Gin moved his rough, gun-like fingers up, pressed on the bandage in front of Matsue Shigure's eyes, and found the gap.

“Rip!”

Quicker than him, the young man raised his hand and ripped off the already thin bandage in front of him.

The bandage fluttered down and was soon crushed into the mud and water.

Songjiang Shiyu's blond hair was scattered, and the light-colored sweater on her body became heavy due to the rain, and it slipped down slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his blue eyes, which were filled with a hazy mist, slowly opened. After coming into contact with the air, he squinted uncomfortably. A bean-sized raindrop hit his eyelashes, blurring out a sense of coolness.

But those eyes soon opened again, reflecting the rain, cold and lonely, with watery light.

Gin's hand was swung aside forcefully and hung in the air.

"Are my eyes pretty?" Songjiang Shiyu looked up at him and chuckled, "Hehe...someone said they were pretty before."

"Mr. Killer, do you want it?"

The thunder roared, but the words were pronounced clearly, with a hoarse voice.

"you……!"

Gin met those particularly blurred blue eyes. He couldn't see his figure clearly in them, but all his emotions were hidden in them as well.

A feeling of loss of control that he hadn't felt in a long time surged into his heart. The silver-haired killer had always been reluctant to admit his continuous mistakes in words and predictions during confrontations.

But looking at the young man in front of him who seemed indifferent but was actually crazy, Gin clearly realized that the best way to win was to shut him up with one shot.

This was his chance of victory, but it also meant his defeat.

Gin's rough hands pressed hard on the corner of Matsue Shigure's eyes as if to vent his anger, leaving a bright red line that was slightly upturned, diluting the sharp arc.

There seemed to be a flash of lightning across the sky, followed by a rumble of thunder.

Matsue Shigure lowered his eyes and let him do what he wanted, like a prey that took the initiative to enter the hunter's hunting range and put a collar on itself.

The pale lips were tightly pursed, but when they opened, it was unclear whether it was a flaw or a trap.

He raised his eyes slightly, his misty blue eyes reflected the rain curtain, and the thunder suddenly burst out——

The crutch hanging on his wrist spun in a flash and stabbed straight into Gin's waist and abdomen.

Gin's pupils suddenly shrank, he let go of his hand and stepped back suddenly.

But the cane was long enough to leave an obvious mark on his windbreaker.

There was a dull pain in the abdomen, not very noticeable, but very clear.

"There's no shame in admitting failure, but don't look at me like that."

As if sensing his gaze, the blond instructor said in a calm tone with murderous intent: "I am not your pet cat!"

The person being attacked laughed out loud. Gin narrowed his cold green eyes slightly, and the curve of his lips became more obvious.

"That's right..." he murmured, "Matsue Shigure!"

The only unknown factor he can't control!

However, the chess player wants to overturn the chessboard.

He had seen the well-behaved appearance of the man in front of him, the thin and weak bird lying softly in his palm.

A strange desire arose, and Gin's fingertips trembled involuntarily.

He reached into his windbreaker pocket and pulled out a syringe he had brought from the car.

"Do you know what this is?" He slowly took off the protective cover on the needle, and then he said jokingly, as if he suddenly understood, "You can't see it."

What is the reagent in your hand?

Just like every tool needs to be lubricated and maintained to prevent rust.

As an organizational tool, A naturally has a set of processes.

The human brain is so mysterious and wonderful that erasing memories is not as simple as pressing the delete button on a keyboard. Countless details may trigger the recurrence of memories.

Suppression, erasure, triggering, rebound, it's like an endless war going on in the mind, which manifests itself in uncontrollable, constant pain and restlessness.

The hacker, who is unable to walk, can only curl up in a wheelchair, mumbling to himself, but will eventually collapse completely because he cannot sleep.

Gin laughed hoarsely: "This is your medicine."

Like a bird stumbling back into the palm of your hand, he finally placed his soft chest against the sharp blade.

So the memory is shuffled, reshuffled, and restarted.

What will the young man who has fallen into a deep sleep lose and what will he find when he wakes up?

——No one knows.

This is the joy of opening a blind box.

***

Songjiang Shigure: "..."

System: “…”

Matsue Shigure: "It's been a few years since we last met. Has Gin developed abnormally again?"

System: "I remember that abnormal development doesn't mean this."

Matsue Shigure: "That's not the point... Then what is he talking about?"

The system said calmly: "He took the anti-addiction test kit that our game used for you and tried to send you away."

Anti-addiction reagent, as the name suggests, before the game had no bugs, Songjiang Shigure relied on the reagent to log out.

After one shot, the game goes idle, which is reasonable and no NPC will be suspicious.

In the first week, the appearance was sleeping pills, and in the second week...Matsue Shigure felt that this game was too perverted.

A player reacted belatedly and almost showed a surprised expression: "Then can I leave?"

System: "What the hell are you dreaming about? After the game had a bug, the data inside was changed. Although other people can't detect it..."

Matsue Shigure: "Oh." Cat is lost.jpg

System: "You open a blind box and choose between salt water and glucose, but as for pretending... you are good at it anyway."

Songjiang Shigure wanted to hit it.

****

The blond young man did not answer Gin's question.

He suddenly turned his hand to the side, and his thin wrist bones moved the crutch, and the strong wind tore through the rain curtain, and he hit the test agent accurately as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Gin's eyes darkened, the air pressure around him dropped, and he turned his wrist to put the test reagent back into his sleeve, slightly bending his knuckles to block the metal crutch.

Unexpectedly, it was just a false alarm.

There was a flash of white light in front of me.

A stinging sensation came from his cheek, and blood from the wound soaked by rain flowed down his cheek and gathered at his jaw.

The tip of the crutch scratched a streak of blood, which splashed out as it was knocked away.

Gin reached out and stroked his cheek. The scar in the dangerous position under his eye made the murderous aura in him burst out suddenly.

"I don't need to know."

Songjiang Shiyu was fearless. He chuckled and wiped the blood spots on his face with his thumb.

The raindrops mixed with the blood and could not be accurately positioned. The light wipe made it look like smeared paint, which was shockingly dazzling.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his tone was calm, but never lacking in provocation: "Compared to the last time we met, you haven't changed at all."

He was returning Gin's first words, the madness and vengeance in his bones had never diminished despite his physical decline.

Gin was so angry that he laughed. Even though he had learned from the previous experience, he was still fooled by Matsue Shigure's false appearance of weakness and almost fell into his trap again.

Misleading people.

"You're stalling for time."

Gin's tone was calm, but the chill in his voice was cooler than the rain: "Did you call the police? Who are you waiting for? The police you are on good terms with? Or the FBI? CIA? Or some other organization?"

The young man covered his lips and coughed twice, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse: "Guess how I delivered the message?"

Gin didn't know.

He didn't see any flaws in Matsue Shigure's actions, but the other party was definitely confident.

But Gin didn't want to admit that there was any chance that he could be seen through.

"despair."

The man took two steps forward again. In the gloomy afternoon, there was not a ray of light under the heavy rain, and even the blood color was covered in the deepest part.

The last weapon was also taken away, and Matsue Shigure leaned his back against the hard and cold wall.

His eyes were dazed and he couldn't even make out the figure of the enemy in front of him, but he was certain that he would not die here, and that Gin's pride would not make him overturn the chessboard in anger.

Gin's expression was particularly ugly, his cold green eyes with murderous intent stared fixedly at those lips that were particularly capable of expressing hatred.

In an instant, he made a direct move, his left hand tightly grasped the young man's neck like an iron clamp, and his fingers retracted to catch a few strands of golden hair in the gap.

The air was cut off for a moment, and with it came a dizzying feeling of suffocation.

The back of my head was pressed against the cold wall, and even my heels couldn't touch the solid ground.

The blond young man clasped Gin's arm with his slender fingers, but was powerless against his rain-soaked windbreaker.

The pale face was flushed with stress, which, combined with the bright red at the corners of the eyes, particularly aroused people's desire for sadism.

He coughed hard, and a trickle of blood slid down from his lips.

Gin took out the broken injection with his free right hand and pressed the sharp and cold needle against his skin.

"Ugh! Cough cough cough..."

The blond young man did not continue to struggle. His light eyelashes drooped, and his beautiful blue eyes flashed with an attractive light in the depths.

He looked at Gin, his lips moving slightly, as if he was saying something.

Do you want to listen?

Gin narrowed his eyes. He knew clearly that he should not make any move, but he still wanted to predict the other party's behavior.

A fascinating and dangerous...trap.

Want to step in?

Do you want to step in?

Dare to step in?

The pale lips were stained an alarming red, as if they were burning.

The wet silver long hair slid down his shoulders, and the man finally couldn't help but lean forward slightly.

A flash of lightning from the horizon was reflected in those misty blue eyes, with cunning and madness bursting out with fierce flames.

Matsue Shigure gathered all his strength and bit Gin's neck hard.

“Ahem…haha!”

It seemed as if I could hear the young man's suppressed laughter.

Pain is the best catalyst.

The hot and strong smell of blood spread in the rain, quickly dyeing the tangled golden and silver hair red.

"BOOM! — BANG!"

The rumble of thunder was followed by a loud gunshot, and the bullet carrying gunpowder brushed past Gin's shoulder, leaving a dark mark on the wall.

The severe pain in his neck almost made Gin unable to control his emotional outburst.

But he had no time for that for the time being.

He covered his wound and turned around, staring coldly at the figure that appeared under the dim street light.

——Yule!