Chapter 82
The place where Ichinose pinched was a little painful, and Yayoi was distracted by thinking whether it should have turned red.
Under normal circumstances, he should continue the verbal tug-of-war and game with Ichinose, but now it seems unnecessary. Yayoi feels that no matter what he says next, Ichinose will not listen unless he says he is willing to jump off the building with him.
But who wants to die with such a person? If he has to choose someone to commit suicide, isn't it better to choose Dazai Osamu? And he doesn't want to die at all now.
After seeing the possibility of ending his endless sixteen years, he decided not to cling to a method that would be painful and make others worry.
"You asked me why I rejected you." Yashiro repeated Ichinose's question. His cheeks were pinched so hard that it hurt. He had experienced even more painful things before, but he didn't want to endure it now.
Yayoi grabbed Ichinose's wrists with both hands, trying to pry him apart. His strength was not that great, but Ichinose still subconsciously let go of his hands, as if he had never thought that he would resist.
"Isn't this obvious?" Yayoi gave a slightly sarcastic smile, which also made Ichinose a little stunned.
"Because someone is waiting for me to come back."
*
"He didn't seem to be doing well when I saw him."
Shuichi Akai stood in front of the shelf in the bookstore, pretending to be selecting books, and whispered to the blond young man standing beside him.
Furukaya Rei was holding a magazine in his hand. He didn't say anything, but turned another page with a serious expression.
"It seems like he has undergone a strict interrogation. As a member of the intelligence team, you know this better than me. He will tremble reflexively when you touch him, but due to the special nature of his body, he does not have any wounds." Akai Shuichi's voice was even softer, to the point that one had to concentrate to hear clearly. He was unwilling to say such things.
The corner of Fūya Rei's mouth turned down slightly, and he looked at the magazine in his hand very seriously. Then when he turned to a new page, he accidentally tore half of the page.
He looked at the crack in silence. The thick coated paper of the magazine was torn so thoroughly that it was even layered. Even if it was put together again, although the content on it remained unchanged, the torn paper would never heal.
Rei Furuya threw the magazine into his basket, preparing to take it to the counter to pay later, and then took another book from the bookshelf.
"Maybe there's no need to worry. He should have his own plans." Akai Shuichi thought of Yayoi's reaction before he left.
He sighed, took a book from the shelf, and prepared to leave to check out. "That's all. I'm not sure about anything else."
In fact, there was, but just as Furuya Rei and the others did not trust him, he could not tell all the things to these two people who were former members of the organization.
Even if Yashiro believed them, with Yashiro's personality, no one would feel any resentment towards her, so there was no point in continuing like this.
When Shuichi Akai turned around, he looked into a hidden corner and saw someone disappearing in a hurry. He thought it was probably Scotland.
Furukaya Rei responded without looking up, and the two of them passed each other hurriedly like strangers.
"Do you want this book?" The cashier took the book and checked it. He looked at the book and then at the long-haired handsome man in front of him. However, it didn't matter to him what the customer wanted to buy. Before Akai Shuichi could answer, he continued, "Do you need me to wrap the book in a cover?"
Akai Shuichi looked down at the book after hearing that. On the dark cover was a beautiful girl with silver hair and green eyes, with her arms folded across her chest and a proud look on her face. Behind her was the black-haired male protagonist who was deliberately drawn very small. On the right was a row of large characters, "My Sister Can't Be This Cute".
He wasn't paying attention to this just now and just picked up this kind of book casually.
It was as if I saw Gin’s gender change... Is this something I can say?
Akai Shuichi was very upset, but he still had a smile on his face and said to the clerk, "Thank you for your help."
The clerk took another look at the handsome man, and it was unknown what he was thinking. He handed the work in his hands to his colleague with a smile on his face, and went to the packaging counter nearby to help wrap the books.
At this time, Furuya Rei also came over with a shopping basket. After paying and passing by Akai Shuichi, the clerk who was helping to wrap the book covers greeted the customer who had just entered the store.
"Welcome! Please feel free to look around... Guest?"
The man who just entered the store had a fierce face, no hair, and his left eye was obviously a fake eye. He put his hands in his coat pockets, looked around the store with a sinister smile, and didn't look like a normal customer.
“…”
Shuichi Akai's muscles tensed up instantly, his danger radar sounded, and he subconsciously reached out to stop Furiya Rei and whispered something.
He didn't make a sound, but Furiya Rei understood his lip language.
【Rum.】
*
"I couldn't get through to Morofushi and Furuya on the phone, so I notified Dazai." After returning, Jinpei Matsuda said to his childhood friend.
There was a pile of documents in front of Kenji Hagiwara and more than a dozen pages were open on his computer. He never stopped working and looked very busy.
He put another document in the processed area next to him, filled in a few words in the form on the computer, and after hearing what Matsuda Jinpei said, he took the time to reply to him: "Is it okay to give it to him? Little Jinpei should go with him."
Dazai Osamu gave a clue, and it is indeed necessary to use the system of the Metropolitan Police Department that can be linked to the whole country to find the location. However, it is not easy to use it openly for such a private matter, so the real purpose can only be hidden in the form of work.
Kenji Hagiwara went to the Investigation Division 1, which was convenient, and he found the result easily. However, the Metropolitan Police Department was unusually busy today, and Hagiwara was called away by his superior as soon as he arrived.
"I was thinking of calling you to come over and work overtime, and now that you're here, that's great. Really, I don't know why there are so many calls for help all of a sudden. Officer Ida has already been on three calls this morning. Can you please stay for a while... You are Matsuda from the Explosives Unit, right? Didn't your superiors call you? If you don't have anything else to do today, you'd better go back and help. Today is really weird."
Under such circumstances, Kenji Hagiwara couldn't refuse and could only stay to help handle the official business. However, the more he handled, the more he had to stare at the computer, and his eyes became sore.
Hearing his words, Matsuda Jinpei hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought so too. Something is wrong today. I just called Ohara and asked for sick leave."
"Well, then you go over there, I'll help you sort things out here." Hagiwara Kenji nodded to Matsuda, and there was no need to say anything more about the relationship between the two.
"Officer Matsuda! Great, she's really here..." A police officer hurriedly opened the door and saw Matsuda. A look of relief finally appeared on his face. "We just received a call that an international star was kidnapped in Japan and was just rescued. However, she was tied with a bomb. Most of the members of the explosives disposal team have already gone out. The newcomers who stayed behind said they dared not dismantle it. Just now, the superintendent said Officer Matsuda is here. Please come with me quickly."
The young policeman seemed to be encountering such a thing for the first time and was about to cry.
Jinpei Matsuda was stunned for a moment, and looked at Kenji Hagiwara. Kenji Hagiwara shook his head slightly, and Jinpei Matsuda nodded.
"Let me come along. I was also in the virginity explosion team." Kenji Hagiwara stood up and hurried away with the police officer.
The rescued celebrity was in the police station, and next to her stood a female police officer. Hagiwara Kenji recognized that this was Officer Sato, who was one year younger than them. She looked very good, and was a police beauty in the Metropolitan Police Department where there were more men than women.
Naturally, Kenji Hagiwara had a good relationship with her, and as soon as he came in, he called out, "Officer Sato."
Miwako Sato turned sideways, and the international superstar who was blocked by her was fully revealed.
The beautiful woman with long golden hair raised her eyes, revealing her gray-blue pupils. The mere act of raising her eyes was charming and attractive. Her makeup was delicate, and her red lips moved slightly, revealing a lovable smile.
"Can I have a drink before we officially defuse the bomb?" The woman slightly opened her red lips and looked at Sato Miwako beside her.
"What do you want to drink? I'll buy it now." Sato Miwako said immediately. This was considered as the police's humanitarian care, and Sato Miwako really liked this female star.
"Thank you so much, Miwako." The woman said in a sweet voice. She looked at the two police officers who had just come in and said with interest, "Vermouth, please buy me this wine."
*
As a newly built and very popular commercial district, LE's customer flow today seems to be too sparse.
Nakahara Chuuya stood in the empty square. Not far in front of him stood a strong man. Chuuya raised one corner of his mouth and sneered: "Are you going to stop me?"
That was the code name member of the organization, Vodka, and he was an old acquaintance of Zhongyuan Zhongya who had known each other for not very long.
The two of them had a pretty good relationship, but not to the point where Nakahara would make an exception for him, especially when he was trying to stop him from going to Yayoi.
"No, I don't mean that. And I can't beat you from any angle." Surprisingly, Vodka also looked a little confused and he replied.
Nakahara Chuuya held his breath and tried to walk around him, but was stopped by Vodka.
"Big brother said that no one is allowed to go there now. This is an internal matter of our organization." Vodka said, looking at Nakahara Chuuya, "You are also from our world, you understand the rules."
"He is not a member of your organization." Nakahara Chuuya said with a unhappy look on his face.
"Even if he wasn't originally, he has to be after he enters there." Vodka's expression was very serious when he said this. Even if he was facing an opponent with no chance of winning, he would not
There was a concession, "Unless he is the one who dies, to be honest I also hope he can win, then it will be fine if you go over, right? But that's not the case."
"You...!" Zhongyuan Zhongye was choked by him, but he didn't want to force his way in.
"Why are you wasting your time talking to him, Chuuya? Have you fallen to this point?" A young man's frivolous voice came from behind him. This voice was all too familiar to Zhong Yuan Zhong Yi. He became furious the moment he heard it, but his appearance at this time did save him.
Dazai Osamu walked over to stand beside Nakahara Chuuya, and the two men, who were also wearing black uniforms, had different auras. Even though they hated each other, they were still the most tacit partners in the Port Mafia. As long as the two of them were carrying out a mission together, there was no possibility of failure.
Sweat appeared on Vodka's forehead, and he quietly gave way.
"What, now you agree to let us pass?" Dazai Osamu gave an emotionless and dark smile, which made Vodka shiver.
"Brother said there is no need to confront you head-on." Vodka said. They are obviously all teenagers. Not to mention Yayoi, Dazai Osamu is much more difficult to deal with than Nakahara Chuuya.
Gin did say that if Chuuya Nakahara planned to use force, he should let him go; if even Dazai Osamu came, he should just give up resistance.
Vodka felt that Gin didn't seem to be that serious, and he was only doing this out of a sense of responsibility, which was impossible for Gin in the past.
"I see, you are really loyal. I wish all my subordinates were as loyal as you." Dazai nodded and patted Vodka on the shoulder as he passed by. "But has your eldest brother ever told you that I might be more sinister than he thought?"
Vodka felt half of his body was numb, and he almost fell to the ground.
Dazai Osamu turned to him and said with a smile: "Come up with us, don't try any tricks."
*
Crash——
There was a loud noise, and as Ichinose pulled the red tablecloth down with great force, the dishes and wine glasses that were originally placed on the table all fell to the ground with a clatter, making a long cracking sound.
A piece of broken glass splashed onto Yashi's face, leaving a white scratch on her cheek. Bright red blood soon spread out, clinging to her face and causing some itchiness.
Yashi reached out and wiped away the blood, leaving a red mark that replaced the original wound and added a touch of rich color to the face.
He stood at one end of the long table, and Ichinose stood at the other end, but the table was now empty except for a suitcase.
Ichinose opened the box and took out a well-preserved old revolver. He loaded it skillfully and fired a blank shot, as if to confirm whether it could be used.
Yashiro watched his movements quietly, revolvers are very old firearms, they were popular in the past, but now they are definitely outdated weapons.
The reason why it has not been eliminated yet is because it has another entertaining use - Russian □□.
Simply put, it is a life-and-death game in which one bullet is placed in each of the six slots of a revolver, and the participants take turns shooting themselves in the head.
Ichinose took a box out of the box, then placed it together with □□□□ on the long table, and with a little force slid it in front of Yayoi.
Yayoi held out his hand to block the revolver to prevent the bullet from falling under the table. He opened the small box and found a bullet inside.
There was a layer of paint on the silver bullet, which flashed a streak of light under the light.
He had proposed the Russian Runner in order to disrupt the opponent's rhythm and regain control of the situation. Ichinose was indeed unprepared, so he could only order others to bring it over temporarily.
It can be considered a delay for a while.
Although this decision is a bit risky, risks always coexist with opportunities. The more dangerous it is, the more perfect his trap will be.
Putting the gun on the table, Yashi observed it for two seconds, then gently opened the latch, and the chamber fell down. He picked up a bullet with his fingers and loaded it in. With a little force from his fingers, the chamber made a clear and pleasant mechanical sound, and the chamber rotated a few times before he gently closed it.
Ichinose supported his chin with one hand and looked at him with interest: "First time using it? You really have a talent."
Talent? What talent? The talent to be the boss of the Black Organization?
Yashiro ignored him, gently placed her hand over the gun, and asked with a smile, "You first?"
"I don't want to be accused of bullying a minor." Ichinose raised his hand and gestured rather disrespectfully for him to go first.
The revolver has six magazines in total, that is, six bullets. The two players take turns shooting, and the first person has one sixth of the chance, and the risk of death increases as time goes by.
"Then I won't be polite." Yashiro raised the gun, which was about the weight of two boxes of milk. It was not light, but she could lift it with one hand.
Boys probably all did this when they were young.
In that dream, I was wearing a black windbreaker and holding a gun while engaging in a gunfight between various obstructions, like the British 007. Later, Yayoi found that it was not easy to do that, for example, it was very difficult to hold a gun weighing several kilograms in one hand.
And he found that it was easier to play low-profile games, such as shooting games. He had also used revolvers in games, at least he had seen how to use them.
The last time Yashi took the gun, he was forced to shoot himself. This time he was going to shoot himself as well. He decided to give up that kind of game from today on.
The slender white fingers gripped the dark gun, forming a very sharp contrast. Yayoi tried to fiddle with it, but due to her lack of experience and the weight of the thing, she failed to turn it.
He turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at his forehead. This was a Double-action gun without a hammer, and there was no need for the extra step of pressing the hammer. Yashi felt that this design was very convenient for him.
At this time, a breeze blew in from outside the window, and the curtains were fluttered by the wind, gently sweeping the boy's arm.
Yashiro's hair was blown up by the wind, revealing his emerald eyes, as clean and clear as ever. He looked at Ichinose, who was standing across the long table from him, and suddenly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, so gentle that one wanted to indulge in it.
Ichinose seemed to be lured by this smile as well. He subconsciously took a step forward, but was blocked by the real table.
But he couldn't bear to miss this scene, and the next second Yashiro pulled the trigger mercilessly.
Click——
No bright red gushed out, it was an empty chamber.
Ichinose laughed and opened his arms. "Yayo is really lucky. Then there are five more shots..."
Click!
Ichinose's eyes widened. After the first shot, Yayoi did not put down the gun, but immediately fired the second bullet, which was still empty.
Ichinose felt his heart being tightly clenched. The boy, who did not follow his ideas at all, fired the third bullet decisively before he could find the words to vent his anger.
Click——
The chamber is still empty. Each person fired three shots, and the first three bullets are empty, so the bullet must be in the remaining three.
The outcome is decided.
Yashi put the gun back on the table. White smoke was still coming out of the muzzle. He was breathing lightly, and you could tell how nervous he was.
Yayo unclenched and clenched her right hand, relaxing the arm muscles that were numb from the recoil, and looked at Ichinose with smiling green eyes.
He could imagine how bad Ichinose's mood was at the moment, and this was also the goal of his action. Although Ichinose was crazy, his rationality was still online, and it was not difficult to provoke him to lose his composure.
People with such a strong desire for control can get angry much more easily than normal people.
A light laugh escaped from Yayoi's lips, and the expression on her face became even gentler. Even Ichinose, who should have been so angry that he lost his mind at this moment, was stunned.
"I won. Do we have to compete in anything else?" There seemed to be light in the green eyes, adding a bit of sharpness to the gentle smile.
Most of the time, the faction leader Yashiro does not need to face the enemy personally, but this does not mean that he has no solution at all.
The boy's aura became sharper, just like His Majesty the King sitting on the throne. The new king might be young, but he was definitely not naive.
“…”
Ichinose became the silent person, and Yayoi knew that from now on, the initiative was back in his hands. !
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