Chapter 87 Chapter 87 "Is this matter related to you?" ...
64.
How should I put it, this posture is a bit dangerous.
Because I had just taken a shower and forgot to bring my pajamas, I just casually put on a black silk shirt of Gin...
I don't know when Gin came back, but his hands, with thin calluses from years of holding guns, slid from my smooth calves to my slender ankles, completely stopping my legs from shaking happily.
He stood by the bed, his tall figure casting an extremely oppressive shadow. A few strands of his long silver hair hung down, brushing against the skin of my calves, causing a slight itch.
I put down my phone and turned my head to look at him, a relaxed smile still on my face. "Zhen, you're back?"
My ankle moved slightly in his palm, like an unconscious act of coquettishness, and in fact, my tone was indeed coquettish: "Didn't you put a tracking device in my necklace? Shouldn't you know where I went better than me? You know, but you still ask me."
He leaned over, supporting himself on the bed with his other hand, encircling me under his figure.
The dark green eyes seemed even deeper at close range, like a deep sea with undercurrents, locking me tightly.
He didn't respond to my teasing, but simply used his fingertips to slowly... even with a certain evaluative look, caress the delicate skin on the inside of my ankle.
"The location shows you were in Shibuya for quite some time." He said in a steady voice, "What were you doing going so far?"
It's indeed unusual for me to go to such a far place, but who told me to look it up? It has to be in Shibuya, right?
The original plot doesn't explain the location of the building where the police academy team fights Pramia, but we know it's not far from Hagihara Kenji's grave. Coincidentally, the location of Hagihara Kenji's grave is also not clearly explained.
But who am I? I'm the only smart guy in the Black Organization (self-proclaimed).
I remember someone watching the film through a magnifying glass noticed the name "Sato" engraved next to Hagiwara Kenji's tombstone. This could be Sato Masayoshi, the father of Sato Miwako. Considering that Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu dared to visit Hagiwara Kenji's grave with Matsuda Jinpei and Date Kou, it's quite possible that Hagiwara Kenji is buried in the police cemetery.
So after a careful investigation, I independently, completely independently found a cemetery with a layout very similar to the one I remembered. I also found a rough-hewn apartment building near the cemetery that looked similar. I also "accidentally" saw a mysterious man wearing a black cloak near the building who reminded me of the Nada Unichi Tokiti team.
The case is solved, right here!
"Oh, that... I was just wandering around and accidentally got lost." I turned my head and buried my face in the soft pillow, trying to gloss over it.
Getting lost is easy for me and happens often.
"Lost?" He repeated these two words, and it was hard to tell whether he believed it or not from his tone.
The hand that was stroking my ankle began to move slowly upwards, and its fingertips with thin calluses brushed across the tender skin of my calf, bringing a slight shudder.
His movements were very slow... It's hard to describe the playfulness and sense of control, it was a bit like cat and mouse, the serious kind of cat and mouse, not the Tom and Jerry kind.
"You're lost, why don't you call me to pick you up?" He lowered his head, his cold silver hair brushing the side of my neck, his lips almost touching my earlobe, his voice lowered even more, with a hint of dangerous intimacy.
I couldn't help but tremble slightly, oh, this is tempting me!
Gin used the beauty trap! How could Yingzi admit defeat?
So, I rolled over, lying on my back, facing his looming figure. Don't tell me, it was a little scary, but also a little handsome. No, it was super handsome.
Looking at his handsome face, which had no expression but a faint smell, I suddenly laughed.
I stretched out my arms and hooked them around his neck, giving him a sly smile. "Hey, aren't you on a mission? I won't disturb you on your mission this time. Are you not used to it?"
"Um?"
"Oh, because I happened to meet the kind Mr. Bourbon, and he gave me a ride back!"
The moment the name "Bourbon" came out, I clearly saw Gin's dark green eyes narrowed. Although his expression remained unchanged, I did not miss the coldness that flashed in his eyes.
Yo yo yo yo!
Looking at his taut jawline, the little devil in my head flew out.
I hooked my hands around his neck and used the force to sit up on the bed. Then I tilted my head back and accurately kissed his tightly pursed thin lips.
At first, it was just a light touch, like the brush of a feather. He didn't respond, nor did he push away. He just looked down at me, his eyes dark and hard to read.
"Zhen..." I whispered softly against his lips, with a warm breath and a smile on my lips, "Are you happy? Have you been coaxed a little bit?"
He still didn't say anything, but the hand that had been wandering on my calf suddenly changed direction. With irresistible force, it suddenly reached under the loose hem of my shirt...
"Hmm!" I was caught off guard and let out a short cry of surprise, and my arms around his neck tightened involuntarily.
His kiss suddenly became aggressive at this moment, penetrating deeply and grabbingly with a sense of punishment. His tongue forcefully pried open my teeth, entangled with mine, sucking and grinding, with a domineering attitude that almost deprived me of all breath.
The kiss made me feel a little dizzy, and the thin calluses on my fingertips left a slight tingling sensation on my body, as if an electric current was stimulating my cerebral cortex along the nerves.
When he finally let me go temporarily, I was completely dazed and stupid, my face was red, and I could only look at him with a misty look in my eyes, breathing slightly.
His long silver hair hung down, tangled with my brown hair. It made me want to grab a handful, but I couldn't bear to destroy it.
"Are you done coaxing me? Are you?" I panted, my voice hoarse from the excitement, and my fingertips unconsciously stroked the hard lines on the back of his neck, again and again.
Gin still didn't answer, but he showed his attitude with his actions.
He suddenly pushed me back onto the soft mattress, his tall body covering me with a heavy shadow. With one hand, he easily grasped my wrists, pinning them above my head as I tried to resist. With his other hand, he began to slowly and methodically unbutton the shirt that belonged to him, one by one.
His movements were not hasty, and could even be described as elegant, but the slow and firm peeling sensation carried a stronger sense of oppression and... that something... His fingertips occasionally brushed against my skin exposed to the air, causing bursts of tiny particles.
"Formation..."
He leaned down and kissed me again. This time, the kiss landed on my collarbone, then moved... leaving behind a series of wet, hot... marks with a slight biting sensation, as if marking his possession...
The shirt was completely unbuttoned and casually dropped to the elbows.
"Ah... Zhen... Don't..." I twisted my body instinctively, trying to avoid him, but he held me tighter.
His knee forcefully pushed my legs apart, and his rough fingertips moved with it.
"Hmm...!" I suddenly raised my head, my neck formed a graceful arc, and the sound came out uncontrollably.
He seemed pleased with my reaction and continued to push me completely to my knees.
"Do you know you're wrong?" He finally spoke again, his voice was very hoarse, and his hot breath sprayed on my ear.
My consciousness was hazy, and I could only nod instinctively, my voice breaking as I said, "I...I know...the formation...give it to me..."
He smiled good-naturedly, which was rare, but instead of satisfying me immediately, he began to slowly... one could say it was extremely tiring... throw off the last restraint.
But, tsk, I have to admit, when his chest pressed against mine, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction. His body temperature was always higher than mine, and the warmth against my skin brought a... strange sense of security? And an urge to get even closer.
That’s right, he doesn’t even give me a quick death!
This almost torturous teasing was driving me crazy. Unable to bear it any longer, I raised my waist and tried to please him, but he held me down firmly.
"Tell me, who should you look for if you get lost next time?" He bit my earlobe and said word by word.
"Looking...looking for you...only you..." I answered almost crying.
It seemed that my answer pleased him. He finally couldn't bear it any longer. He suddenly lowered his waist and penetrated me completely with an almost ferocious force.
"Ah--!" The intense feeling of fullness and the slight pain of being completely stretched made me scream, and my nails unconsciously scratched red marks on his tight back.
He didn't even give me time to adjust before launching into a long and intense campaign. It was like punishment, as if he wanted to completely devour me, but also like he wanted to confirm, through this most primitive of methods, that I was completely his.
He lowered his head and captured my lips again, swallowing up all my moans and whimpers.
…
Finally, it was over, but he didn't let me go. He turned sideways in a tightly connected position, put his arm across my waist, and held me tightly in his arms.
I collapsed in his arms, without even the strength to lift a finger. I could only feel the vibration of his chest and his gentle kisses on the top of my head.
"There won't be a next time." In contrast to the tenderness of his actions, his low voice sounded in my ears, with the hoarseness of aftermath and an unquestionable command.
I knew what he was talking about. I nudged myself into his arms, finding a more comfortable position, and mumbled, "...Yeah."
Next time...you can use a different reason next time (not).
65.
Not long after, the news of the capture of the serial bomber Pramya, who had fled to Japan, swept almost all Japanese news media. Even Kudo Shinichi excitedly told me about it for a long time, which made me feel really... hiding my achievements (coolly pushing up the sunglasses he had stolen from Vodka).
Gin didn't react. According to Lei, Rum simply lamented that they weren't as quick as the Japanese police before the operation ended, and didn't suspect someone was deliberately trying to prevent him from contacting Pramia. This suggests that, just as Rum, known for his impatience, didn't send anyone to contact or investigate Pramia until after her arrest, he didn't take Pramia seriously either, and perhaps he was also considering Gin's reasons for objecting.
Or perhaps it was because, before Rum could even begin to suspect that someone was trying to stop him, a major incident occurred within the Black Organization. In comparison, the arrest of Pramya, the long-rejected target for recruitment, by the police seemed particularly insignificant.
Or, two to be exact.
The first was that Scotland was confirmed to be an undercover agent of the Japanese Public Security Bureau, and this was after he successfully defected.
The second thing was that Scotland not only managed to escape, but also took away Akemi Miyano, a peripheral member of the Black Organization...
and her younger sister, Miyano Shiho.
Code name, Shirley.
66.
When Rum told Gin these two bombshell pieces of news, I happened to be playing games next to Gin.
"What?" I looked up, my voice filled with just the right amount of confusion and surprise.
I don’t know if my acting was too bad or Gin knew me too well, but almost the moment I finished speaking, Gin pinched my chin with one hand.
"Formation?" I was forced to look up and meet his dark green eyes that suddenly became extremely dangerous. I couldn't help but call him subconsciously, and my voice was filled with the grievance of being hurt and real panic.
"Does this matter have anything to do with you?" He narrowed his eyes and asked me coldly.
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