Chapter 75
Gin didn't answer. The room was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere, just like the crumbling ground before a storm.
The killer with long silver hair raised his head, maintaining the half-kneeling posture he had been in when he was buttoning up Yashiro's shirt, revealing his icy green eyes filled with a cold and murderous feeling.
Yayo lowered her head - although her body was fixed to the chair by restraints, she was still able to do this - and put her forehead against Gin's, her face pale as she mouthed something to Gin.
Gin stood up suddenly, and Yayoi, who was supporting his head with Gin's strength, couldn't keep steady for a moment. His face became even paler. He slowly raised his head and leaned on the chair behind him, trying to calm down.
"You react so big." Yashiro said to him with a smile on her face, her tone gentle and peaceful, like the shade of a tree on a quiet afternoon, with a warm and lingering feeling of comfort that makes people want to lean on his knees and fall asleep.
This was the first time Gin saw his true self, not pretending to be indifferent, but showing his true face. Is this the true face of Saitaka Yayoi...?
Even though he was taken prisoner, treated rather roughly and became so miserable, he was still able to remain calm and keep everything under control.
Gin walked forward and lifted his face with his palm. The boy did not resist at all and cooperated with his actions quite obediently. His clear and beautiful eyes were the same as before, and his face was as beautiful as before except that it was pale.
Gin used the tip of his thumb to wipe away the blood on Yashiro's cheek. The dark red marks had already dried on her face, and what was swept away were tiny rust-colored particles.
It became clean again.
"It looks a little better now." Gin said. He let go of her hand and left the room without making any promises.
Yashi watched his back disappear through the door, and there was only one person left in the room. He raised his head, stared at the camera hanging in the corner for a few seconds, and closed his eyes.
The wounds on my body have all healed, not even a trace can be seen. But my brain is now repeating the pain of having my flesh cut open. Obviously, I should not feel any pain anymore, the wounds should have healed...
Yashi felt his body shaking uncontrollably. He lowered his head and breathed hard, as if only this could make him feel a little better.
Even at this time, he was still able to remain calm and analyze his situation.
But he was unusually sober.
Probably because the stimulation just now exceeded his limit, and he had a psychological stress reaction. This situation was something he couldn't easily solve no matter how hard he tried to control his emotions. Yashi felt that he must see a psychiatrist after leaving.
it hurts……
But fortunately, because he was too concerned about his reputation, he didn't reveal any flaws in front of Ichinose and Gin. It should look pretty good, right?
Sweat slid down his cheeks to the depth of his collar, and Yashiro thought with some bitterness.
It doesn’t matter. The current situation was within his expectations and he had thought about it a long time ago.
"It doesn't matter……"
The boy's voice was hoarse with a hint of rust, and gradually his breathing calmed down. His body was firmly fixed on the chair, like a fragile piece of porcelain, precariously placed on the edge of the table.
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Ichinose went back to change his clothes and repackaged himself as a harmless little researcher. Before entering the room, he sniffed the smell of his cuffs to make sure it was the scent of industrial shower gel before he reached out and pushed the door open.
The room was completely dark, with only a little light from a cell phone shining from the sofa. A subtle sound came from the light, and in the quiet room, it was easy to hear what it was saying.
It is the voice of the same person in various tones and different scenes, and the content is another person's name.
"Nice to meet you again, Seiya-kun."
The sound stopped abruptly.
Ichinose reached out and turned on the lighting system in the room. The blond boy curled up on the sofa put his fingers in front of his face.
The young man with an angelic face looked decadent like an ordinary otaku, wearing a white T-shirt that became a little wrinkled due to his unsightly movements, but he still had a transcendent temperament.
Ichinose walked to the sofa and glanced down at the video the boy was watching.
[The most complete statistics in history! How many times did Yayoi call "Seiye-kun"? ]
Ichinose's mouth twitched. The person in front of him was also a god. He had such a beautiful face, and in the original work, he was the enemy of the protagonist who loved and hated each other. But in the real world, he turned into a decadent otaku who watched cute videos of his mortal enemy all day long.
Ah, reality. Now it seems that it is not certain which one is reality.
The original Imakita Seiya, every time he appears, there is a background music like the arrival of a god, like a pipe organ.
The style of his clothes is also more like that of a gorgeous prince, giving people a strong aura of "I am really rich" from beginning to end.
Who can connect that person with the otaku with dark circles under his eyes?
Jin Beisheng had almost adapted to the light, still maintaining a curled up posture. He stretched out his slender arms to the table next to him and took a high-heeled glass filled with dark red liquid. He placed it to his lips in an elegant posture and took a sip.
If I didn't know that it was just ordinary grape juice, I would have been fooled by this guy.
Ichinose walked around the sofa and sat down on the single sofa next to it. He rested his right hand on the armrest and looked at the beautiful boy over there. Even though he looked like a nerd, he was still very handsome and charming.
However, Ichinose is still understandable. A guy who always maintains a certain persona in public may not be that way in private. The biggest thing he and Imakita Seiya have in common is that they are both standard villains.
The blue eyes as big as the sky glanced at him lightly and laughed unceremoniously: "Don't compare me with you."
There was a hint of arrogance in his tone, and even though he didn't look as respectable as before, there was still an indescribable air of nobility.
The green-eyed boy suddenly appeared in Ichinose's mind, and he said to him expressionlessly and coldly: "I am different from you."
The two people's faces seemed to overlap in an instant. They didn't take him seriously at all. They didn't look down on him from beginning to end. Even when he tortured her to the point that she almost stopped breathing, she didn't make a sound.
[Does it hurt? If you shout it out, it might feel better.] Ichinose put his hand on his wound and saw that the boy's face turned pale instantly, his bloodless lips trembled slightly, and he looked like he was in excruciating pain.
The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, shedding blood-colored flowers while healing at almost the same speed. The lost blood would also be restored, but a large amount of bleeding in a short period of time would still bring a heavy burden.
The boy's clothes had been dyed red, his hair stuck to his face coldly, and his thin body seemed even more fragile, looking quite miserable.
But after he asked this question, Yashiro opened her eyes with great effort, looked at him with compassionate and sympathetic eyes, and grinned silently.
His anger instantly reached its peak. Ichinose roughly stuffed his fingers into his mouth, forcing him to open his mouth, and his tone became urgent: [Speak!]
[……]
Teenager's mouth
His lips moved slightly, but Ichinose didn't hear it clearly.
He moved closer to the other person's face and finally heard the tiny voice clearly.
[You...are so pitiful...]
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After finally forgetting the annoying scene, the same attitude brought back memories. Ichinose took off his glasses and threw them against the wall in anger.
Regarding Ichinose who seemed to have a sudden illness, Imakita Seiya remained calm. Holding a red wine glass filled with grape juice in his hand, he looked at Ichinose calmly. No emotion could be detected from his dignified face.
Ichinose stood up and paced around the room, from one end to the other, and then back again.
Jin Beisheng also began to guess in his mind when this person would step on the slightly raised carpet over there and fall down.
Thinking of the way this man fell, Jin Beisheng curled up the corners of his mouth maliciously, but this smile on his face was still as sacred and noble as an angel.
Ichinose stopped - he didn't fall, which made Imakita Sei feel a little regretful - his red eyes were burning with anger, and this anger seemed to have implicated himself.
But Jin Beisheng didn't care at all. He gently shook his red wine glass a few times, and the grape juice in it overflowed to the wall of the glass, which was very elegant.
"What does he hate the most?" Ichinose asked, staring at him.
"Him? Who is he?" Jin Beisheng also controlled himself not to smash the cup on the head of the man opposite him, although he was looking forward to the scene where the red juice and blood would slide down the guy's head, revealing a stunned expression.
"You did it on purpose." Ichinose said in a low voice, to make his attacking ability seem lower. But when he did this, it sounded more like a wolf's growl.
"Him." Jin Beisheng also said with a smile, he supported his face with one hand, like an ancient Greek god resting by the lake, "You asked him what he hates?"
The blue eyes were slightly closed, hiding the sharp aura.
“No.”
"What?"
"There's nothing that Nishitaka Yayoi hates. He doesn't even hate me."
The blond boy's eyes narrowed, and he said to Ichinose who was standing there: "He is the most special."
"My...nemesis."
Ichinose's face was gloomy and unclear. His hair blocked his expression, and one could only vaguely see the corners of his mouth turned down.
Saint was too lazy to talk to him anymore.
What? He put the wine glass back, raised his phone again, and clicked the replay button, not caring at all that Ichinose was still in the room.
"I lost my composure." A relaxed smile reappeared on Ichinose's face. He looked at Seiya and said, "Then I won't bother you anymore."
Shengye casually waved his hand, rewound the audio and listened to the previous sentence again, "I care about Shengye-kun a lot." Although this sentence also had the second half of the sentence "Sometimes I really feel that he is insidious to a level that I can hardly reach," the video creator did not cut it in, so he pretended not to see it.
Just before Ichinose was about to leave, Seiya said casually, as if he had just remembered something: "You graduated from a medical school, so you should know this. But I still kindly remind you that uncontrollable irritability is a menopausal phenomenon, so it's best to take medicine as soon as possible... Ah, aren't you already past menopause?"
"Or maybe it's the side effects of the medicine you took. As a fellow villain, I'll give you a piece of advice. A true villain BOSS won't easily reveal his emotions. If you get angry all the time, you'll be led by the nose and easily become cannon fodder."
The young man, who looked no more than 25 years old, did not look very good. From any angle, he was not old.
This is what he has been pursuing all his life, and at least he is not tired of it yet.
In the end, Ichinose still gave him a fake smile and nodded politely, as if she had heard him: "Thanks for the reminder."
The door was slammed shut. Shengye sneered, threw his phone aside, and picked up the knife used to cut fruit from the table.
He raised the knife high and stabbed his left hand on the table. The blade went straight through his palm.
Shengye drew his knife and threw it aside, looking expressionlessly at his hand that was about to be stained with blood, as if it was not his. He placed his right hand on the wound, and a white light similar to that when Yashi used his ability appeared from his right hand, and in an instant, the hand was restored to its original state.
He had borrowed Yashiro's special power not long ago, and could use it three times in total.
As long as it has not been used up, the opponent's strength will increase or decrease synchronously. If the original owner is sick or weak, he can only use 30% of the original power, which will be reduced from the current level.
However, in the healing just now, the strength of the ability was almost at the level of Yayoi himself.
This showed that at this moment, Yashiro's power had been exerted several times its original strength. Sheng could only think of one reason for this situation.
"Be patient a little longer." Shengye stretched out his finger and gently pressed it against the cold screen of his mobile phone. The paused animation was very familiar to him, the face of his destined enemy, "Your efforts will not be in vain."!
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