Chapter 74
"Don't worry, just asking a few questions."
Ichinose's voice was gentle and intimate, as if she was treating a cherished treasure, whispering affectionate words into Yayo's ear. If you ignore the current situation, it might seem very affectionate.
At this moment, he was restrained in a chair with his limbs fixed to the chair. The person who did this was quite meticulous, and carefully put cotton pads under the metal restraints to prevent injuries from some other reasons.
Plus the other person's words "obedient words".
No matter what this obedience means, Yashi feels that he will not let the other party get what he wants.
Yayoi smiled casually, raised her head and looked into Ichinose's eyes: "You mean, I should thank you?"
"That's not necessary." Ichinose also replied with a smile. He put the documents in his hand aside and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Do you mind?"
Without waiting for Yayoi to answer, he lit up a cigarette, and a thin cloud of smoke rose up. Ichinose blew out a smoke ring, curved his eyes and said to him: "I think you don't mind."
Although Yashiro would occasionally smoke a cigarette, it didn't mean that he liked to inhale second-hand smoke unilaterally. His gaze lingered on the beautiful fingers holding the cigarette for a few seconds, then he lowered his eyes.
Ichinose stretched out his other hand, pinched his chin and forced him to look up, and asked softly, "Where is the gift I gave you?"
His fingers slid down to Yashiro's neck, his fingertips lightly brushing over the skin; "This."
"Thrown it away." Yashiro replied calmly.
The next second he couldn't help but groan.
A burning pain came from his left hand. The lit end of the cigarette that was originally held in Ichinose's hand pressed directly on the back of his hand, pulling the muscles and causing his fingers to twitch.
Ichinose twisted the cigarette on the back of his hand a few times, deepening the pain, and then threw the cigarette butt to the ground indifferently.
A very unsightly scar appeared on the back of the white hand, the edge was burnt and black, and the middle was pink. The visual effect was scary enough, but the real pain was even worse, which was transmitted from the back of the hand to the brain.
"Where is the gift I gave you?" Ichinose asked again with a smile.
"Throw it away." Even though her scalp was numbing with pain, Yashiro's face showed no expression, and she answered calmly as she did at the beginning, "I will throw it away even if I ask you a hundred times."
"
A slight numbness came from the back of the hand. The wound that was bloody just now had scabbed over in just a few seconds, showing signs of recovery.
Ichinose's gaze fell on the back of his hand, and he watched with interest as the wound gradually healed. The black scar gradually turned into a light pink scar, and finally disappeared completely.
Her hands were still pure white, as if the wound just now was just an illusion.
"It was actually judged as a serious injury... This body is really delicate." Ichinose gently stroked the back of Yayoi's hand and said intimately, "I remember that the setting is that the more serious the injury, the faster the recovery, right? Such a small wound has been completely healed in less than three minutes."
Yayoi didn't answer him, and there was no emotion in her eyes. She looked at Ichinose calmly, as if the other person was a naughty child.
"Don't look at me like that. I can't help wanting to do something worse." Ichinose combed Yayoi's hair with his fingers and said softly, "Anyway, you will recover no matter what, right?"
Yashiro just laughed and said, "It's up to you."
"You make me look like a pervert, but I'm not such an unreasonable guy." Ichinose's tone was a little aggrieved. He said, "Just now, you were disobedient, so I had to punish you. As a leader, you must be clear about rewards and punishments. We are the same in this regard."
"I'm not like you." Yashiro said calmly.
"If you are obedient, I will be gentle. You see, even though you broke the contract, I still let Scotland go. I am more trustworthy than you in this respect." Ichinose said with a smile. When he mentioned the name 'Scotland', Yashiro's eyes finally changed.
"That's because you can't do it. Do you think it's feasible to use this kind of thing to threaten me?"
Even though this was a temporary plan deployed by Yayoi, the completion degree was quite high, and overall his purpose was achieved. Even for himself, he thought that he might really die once, so he edited the email on his mobile phone in advance, hoping that everyone would not worry.
Now that Morobushi Kagemitsu knows that he has been exposed, the police will definitely protect him. Ichinose's promise is just a blank check and he can't do anything.
Compared to this, Yashi felt that there were other things that concerned him more.
"Is Shengye-kun here with you?" asked Yashiro.
There was something wrong with this incident from beginning to end, which made Yashi feel very uncomfortable.
Everything was going in the direction that he hated the most and was least good at. There were not many people in this world who could understand him to this extent, or in other words, including the original world, there was only one person who could grasp him so accurately.
Ichinose didn't answer, but looked at him quietly. After a few seconds, he said, "Yashi doesn't want to answer my question, but wants to get the answer from me. Isn't that too unfair?"
"It's indeed him." Yashi lowered his eyes again, having already confirmed the answer.
"Yes, without his help, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly." Ichinose raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Would you be sad if you were betrayed?"
"He and I are enemies, so this can't be considered betrayal. At least it can only be considered betrayal if we are in the same camp." Yashiro answered calmly, as if analyzing someone else's affairs, "There's nothing to be sad about. If there is a chance to injure him severely, I will do the same."
"What about me? You little liar, you've been deceiving me from the beginning. This is the first time I've failed in my professional field." Ichinose's tone was quite helpless. "I've been deceived by you for so long, don't you have any guilt at all?"
Yashiro chuckled, as if she felt there was no need to answer this question.
"Second time." Ichinose whispered in his ear, with a scalpel in his hand, "I'm going to punish you."
The smell of blood rushed into my nose, followed by an intense pain, as if it was no longer my hand, and everything in front of my eyes became blurry.
pain.
It really hurts. If it were any other time, Yashi felt that she would cry.
Originally, he was very afraid of pain. If there were people around him, he would have to act like a spoiled child to the person next to him if he accidentally bumped into the corner of the table. This kind of pain was beyond his tolerance limit, but... he could endure it.
Yashiro's body trembled, and sweat immediately broke out, sliding down her forehead and cheeks, but she didn't make a sound.
He raised his head, his face looked a little pale, which made his green eyes particularly attractive, clear and penetrating, as if he could see through everything on the other side.
"I said... whatever you want..." His breath was very unstable, and the light in his eyes was a little scattered. He could feel that he was just holding on, but there was a smile on his face that surprised the abuser. "Is that all?"
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Seeing the door of the room being opened, Gin, who was waiting on the side, immediately went forward.
Ichinose's face didn't look very good.
He crumpled up the white coat and stuffed it into Gin's arms, with a gloomy face and no words.
"BOSS."
The dress in Gin's arms had become blood-stained. If it weren't for the black dress underneath, it might not have escaped the same fate. Even Ichinose's face was stained with some blood, and it was self-evident what had happened.
Hearing Gin's voice, Ichinose seemed to have turned on a switch, and his tone was full of anger: "I really can't stand such a person. Am I not good enough to him——"
After just two sentences, he lost his temper, took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on, and said to Gin in a tired tone: "Go in and see him."
It seemed like they were having an unhappy chat.
Gin thought. Actually, he shouldn't go in now. Apple Cider was a traitor from the beginning, but he didn't realize it. In fact, their relationship (although it was fake) was very good. If he went in now, his suspicious boss might remember this for the rest of his life.
But the other party hates others disobeying his orders even more. No matter how strange the order is, the boss requires them to do it without complaint and without any questioning.
This might be a dog training method, but it is indeed very useful. Just like at the banquet before, when he heard the boss say "Let Apple Wine be the heir", even if he was in a state of panic, he had to calm down and not raise any opinions.
Gin bent down towards the brown-haired young man, his long hair falling from his shoulders to his eyes. He didn't put his hand on the door handle until the other's shoes disappeared from his sight and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.
Since the boss said so, he had to go in. There was no second choice, even though Gin didn't really want to see Cider right now.
He stayed outside for two hours, and the boss came out in that state. He knew how miserable the situation was inside without having to think about it, and he didn't want to see it.
Gin would not be soft-hearted towards anyone, especially a traitor, but Cider was indeed different, and perhaps he had made a mistake from the beginning when he said they were brothers.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Gin pushed open the door. A strong smell of blood rushed out. Apple Cider, wearing a hospital gown, was sitting on the chair in the middle.
He lowered his head, with all the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his thin, white chest.
Unlike the broken and pitiful appearance imagined, except for the bloodstained coat, there was not a single wound on his body. Even a well-protected baby might not be worse than him.
It's cleaner.
There were no external injuries on the body, as if they had just chatted for two hours. However, the bloodstains proved what had happened, and the white hospital gown had almost turned dark red.
Gin remembered the other party's special ability. No matter what kind of wound it was, it would heal quickly, and no trace would be left even if it was treated harshly.
Tsk.
No better than an ordinary person. At least the other party will stop when there is no place to start.
Gin knew the boss's methods very well. For such a fragile flower, these two hours were...
As if he heard the voice, the boy moved his fingers twice and slowly raised his head. His hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face. There was a layer of mist in his beautiful eyes. He blinked hard twice before the figure was reflected.
"It's you." His voice was a little dry, and he smiled at him, "Can you help me button up my shirt? I'm a little worried that I'll catch a cold."
Gin was a little surprised that the other party could still smile at him. He was silent for a moment before walking over. He knelt on one knee in front of Yayoi and reached out to button up his coat that was soaked in blood one by one.
There are six buttons in total. Gin started from the bottom and when he reached the collar, he heard the laughter of the boy opposite him.
Stupid, still laughing at this time -
"Your boss, do you keep your word?" the young man asked with his eyes curved, his voice slightly hoarse. Although the room was well soundproofed, Gin was just outside the door, so if there was any sound inside, he would definitely hear it.
But from beginning to end - even though the wounds have all disappeared, the mess at the scene shows how difficult those two hours were - Gin didn't hear a single sound.
He is really stubborn.
"Of course." Gin said the first words since entering the room. He was a little confused about what the other person was thinking.
"That's great." The young man breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Gin who had finished buttoning his clothes. A gentle smile hung on his pale face. "He said before that he wanted me to be his successor... I can't stand this kind of treatment anymore. I want to take the position in advance."
Gin raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"You will help me, brother."!
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