Chapter 139 Ferry Incident (1)

344.

Eight forty-eight, Esrona.

Sharp alarms were blaring from above the deserted special exhibition hall, and one could almost hear the sounds of gradually chaotic footsteps, as if someone was rushing over here.

The hostess who had received the alarm was horrified, but under the pressure of the killer, she dared not step forward. She just trembled and shouted at the guards, instructing them to charge and take back her treasure.

Inside the exhibition hall.

The brown-haired girl was lying on the floor with her back facing up, her slightly opened mouth seemed to be begging for something, her expression was frozen in fear, tears were sliding down from the corners of her eyes and falling into a shadow.

The man in the black windbreaker stopped lingering after hearing the alarm. His expression turned cold again and he walked straight towards the password box under the sun. He casually pulled out a glass candy wrapper that he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

The glass candy wrapper refracted light in the sunlight, but it first reflected the light of the candy wrapper placed on the woman's lap, as if there was a fuse in the middle, connecting them.

Granmani paused, his quiet black eyes falling on another similar glass candy wrapper.

The current owner of the candy wrapper was still fast asleep, as if the shrill alarm sounded only in a dream.

The slightly tilted wheelchair exposed half of her body to the sunlight. The warm light penetrated the thin dust and fell on her snow-white hair and eyelashes, as if it could melt the jade statue and turn her into wisps of floating fluorescence.

In her hand, she was tightly holding a piece of candy wrapper, a bluish-green, mint-flavored candy wrapper.

Granmani turned his head and glanced at Haibara Ai, as if he realized something.

His footsteps suddenly turned, and he walked straight to Shensuo, approaching her in a very intimate manner.

As the man leaned forward, the metal glasses slid down slightly, revealing a pair of pure black eyes. He looked at the divine rope as if he was seeing something new. The deep and shallow murderous intent in it was gnawed away bit by bit by the sunlight, and in the end, only a blankness like a child was left.

The headache got worse.

He rubbed his lower lip lightly with his teeth, reached out and pushed Shensuo's long snow-white hair behind her head, revealing her pale and cold face.

The cold fingers touched the equally cold cheek, and cautiously brushed across the corner of the mouth, leaving a smear of lipstick.

He retracted his hand as if he had been burned.

Then, Granmani quickly grabbed the strand of hair hanging by her ear and used the hand that usually held the dagger to quickly braid it into an exquisite and tight braid.

Ten seconds passed.

The man pointed at his masterpiece with his finger with satisfaction, then lowered his head and took out the glass candy wrapper that Shensuo was holding, then calmly stuffed the candy wrapper he had brought back into her hand, and deliberately bent her fingers into the right position.

It looked as if Shinsou had grabbed it on his own initiative.

He took off his glasses, turned around, and exposed his front to the sunlight. He raised the candy wrapper in front of his eyes as decisively as if he was saluting in the police academy.

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[Dear, do you feel anything? Let me see! ]

The cute voice of the customer service directly interrupted Chiyoya Saori's spell casting.

She squinted her eyes and waved the candy wrapper in front of her eyes to avoid the glare of the sunlight, but when she thought about the drama she had to choreograph later, she reluctantly widened her eyes.

Chiyoya Saori called out in her heart: [Hurry, hurry, help me adjust the opacity, my eyes are too sunny! ]

Q version customer service: […You are keeping me in suspense, humph! ]

She felt much more comfortable now, but Chiyogaya Hayato closed her eyes, her thoughts completely immersed in memories. The feeling of her hypnotic memory suddenly being unlocked was like looking at a kaleidoscope, a sea of ​​colorful colors came over her, but it did not cause much shock or discomfort to her.

Although it was a critical moment, Takemitsu's voice was still steady and gentle, without bringing any negative emotions to her daughter.

Chiyoya Saori only felt the memories were warm, and the so-called password seemed to exist, and she remembered it clearly.

[Mom...] She murmured softly, [I will take care of this.]

Before Chiyoya Saori finished her lyric, the cute customer service immediately started howling: [Quick, quick, quick, dear, there are people outside, come and search the house! ]

Chiyoya Saori's tenderness almost broke the defense: [? ? ! Vulgar! ]

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Countless scattered colorful lights suddenly rose up and exploded before his eyes, like the stars in the sky falling collectively, with a sense of unreality and illusion of a dream. A warm kiss fell gently on his forehead, and the mother's whispering voice carried a love sweeter than candy.

It will only take a few more years to keep this secret and our treasure...

The subsequent whispers were washed away by the severe headache, and even the white cherry blossoms falling in the consciousness space turned into a raging blizzard, making it impossible to tell east from west.

My eyes quickly lost the battle with the sun and became painful. Black spots replaced the dazzling colors, like ugly meteorites that turned into stars when they fell to the ground.

Granmani blinked and staggered to the front of the booth. He thrust the sharp dagger in his sleeve downward and quickly broke the last line of defense, revealing the true appearance of the code box.

The irregularly arranged patterns and codes on it were a bit dazzling in the sunlight, so he simply closed his eyes and used his slender fingers to jump across the surface of the code box.

Soon, there was a sound of "click", and the password box, which had consumed countless efforts, attracted the pursuit of many organizations, and even brought death to the Chiyogaya family, was opened.

A rusty USB flash drive was placed on the soft pad, and nothing else.

Granmani wanted to laugh, and he actually laughed, but his disguise was not very good, so even his smile was distorted and chilling.

After all, his birth is inextricably linked to this USB flash drive.

"I've got the data," he said into the headset, "Meet me on the deck."

As soon as the words fell, the guards who had gathered for support rushed in quickly with guns. A dozen of them were fully armed and shouted "surrender."

"It's you who are here... Then I won't be polite."

The disguised man chuckled, his black windbreaker fluttered slightly as he moved, his cuffs loosened, and two daggers flashing with cold light suddenly appeared in his two pale and powerful hands.

For some reason, he did not bring any high-lethal weapons on board, and his skilled tranquilizer gun was not very effective in front of the fully armed police officers.

——It’s better to fight in close combat.

The naturally cold-blooded killer showed no fear of hot weapons and large numbers of people. He bent slightly, and several bullets flashed past him in his movements. Like a cheetah on the hunt, he was in front of the group of police officers in an instant.

The two daggers moved smoothly and fluently without interfering with each other. They quickly slashed through the defense gap of a certain unlucky person. Immediately, blood gushed out, splashing onto the cheeks and leaving a few bright spots between the eyebrows.

"I'm in a hurry." The man said softly, as if he was being polite and just asking if he could move aside.

"Monster, monster!" The guard at close range could not help but scream. The gun in his hand was trembling and he could not hold it accurately, which instead became an aid to the enemy.

In an instant, the gun appeared in Granmani's hand. There was a bloody dagger in the man's mouth. As he stepped back and bent over, a gunshot rang out. The guard who was hit in the shoulder instantly paralyzed to the ground, wailing.

The man frowned, as if he wanted to speak, but then he remembered that he was holding a sharp weapon in his mouth, so he immediately gave up the idea of ​​​​talking and kicked the man away.

More than a dozen guards with guns were like powerless chickens in front of the black organization's top killer. Within just one minute, they all fell to the ground like cutting melons and vegetables, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Granmani threw the empty gun to the ground and walked out. Before he even stepped out of the exhibition hall, he saw an iron fist attacking his cheekbone from the side.

He subconsciously stretched out his left hand to block the attack, and when he turned around, he saw the curly-haired policeman with beads of sweat on his forehead grinning at him viciously.

"You're the rat in the gutter, right?" Matsuda Jinpei pulled his hand back and took a fighting stance. "Then let me meet you!"

Another hand waved towards him at an extremely fast speed. In his brief distraction, the man was hit and staggered a step, and retreated back to the exhibition hall.

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When seeing Jinpei Matsuda appear, Chiyoya Saori, who was originally showing off while listening to the customer service's flattery, was silent for a moment.

【This came out a little too quickly. 】

Q version customer service: [After all, although Ai-chan's fighting power is not good, she was quite fast in calling the police. I guess it's because she has been with Conan Edogawa for a long time. ]

Chiyotani Hayori: [? ! 】

[Want to call?] The cute customer service said in a very inexplicable way, [Every time I see you acting like this, I'm afraid you'll lose face for my male god.]

Chiyoya Saori gritted her teeth and said: [Hit me! I'm trying to let you win, but it's not obvious! ]

This time, Matsuda Jinping really got the upper hand!

346.

organization.

The video is very long, and people watching it feel like the days are passing by like years, which makes it doubly difficult to endure.

Just a silent prelude made Fūya Rei feel uncomfortable even breathing.

He glanced at the time. It was about seven forty—only half an hour had passed.

It's still a long time... How are they doing on the ferry now?

The blond man tried to construct in his mind what Chiyodani Toru should be doing at this moment.

But no matter how he thought about it, the person in his memory was a little strange: there was a trace of blood on that pale and handsome cheek, and the lively and warm black eyes were covered with a layer of gauze, becoming hazy and obscure, overlapping with the figure in the video.

For a moment, he couldn't imagine what a healthy and lively Chiyodani Toru looked like. He seemed to be always injured, always... hurt.

The first thing we saw was a hospital.

The black-haired young man, who was sitting on the hospital bed and unable to speak, chatted with them cheerfully by handwriting, with a smile so gentle on his face that everyone was pleased to see it.

Although the wound on his neck could have been torn, he suddenly became serious when he heard the cry for help, and immediately rushed out in his slippers, holding the door handle.

Later, they celebrated Chiyodani Toru's 21st birthday in the hospital; heard his desperate cry in the dormitory; and saw his satisfied yet slightly lonely eyes at graduation.

"It's great that everyone has gone to the department they wanted to go to."

Furuya Rei seemed to hear him muttering this, and added in his mind: "Except Chiyodani Toru."

Later, as he entered the busy work of the First Investigation Division, Kenji Hagiwara would complain from time to time: "Toru asked for leave again today... Should he go see an old Chinese doctor for his headache?"

He is always pale, and he seems to have never had a healthy complexion, which is something that ordinary people can easily achieve.

He is always losing and rarely gaining.

Furiya Rei clearly realized that they had missed too much about Chiyodani Toru.

…

For the first time, Furuya Rei began to hate the invention of video, which made him witness an irreversible disaster through an insurmountable screen.

Despair and pain had already visited his peers silently, like a blood-sucking leech. When it felt something was wrong, it was too late to do anything, leaving only regret and embarrassing truth.

Chiyotani Toru really wouldn't shoot, he would rather die than do that! This bottom line between light and darkness is the yardstick in the hearts of all police officers. Once you cross the line, then...

There will be no chance to turn back.

The recording is still going on. Chiyodani Toru never gives up on the confrontation with Gin. Even though he knows the ending will not be good, he never thinks of giving up or begging for mercy. Instead, he wishes to use his sharp tongue to break the defense of the man in front of him.

"According to the criminal law, you can at least sentence..."

The black-haired young man's face was covered in cold sweat, and even his eyes were a little blurry due to the pain, but he still talked about the knowledge of the code so eloquently that even Gin felt surprised.

When people tease each other on a daily basis, Chiyodani Toru appears to be gentle on the surface. But once you really provoke him, he will be like the slimes and fruits he likes to eat: cute on the outside, but once you take a bite, you'll be killed.

But in the face of such a huge disparity in strength, Fūya Rei only saw a struggle in him where he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Too much pressure accumulated on him without any buffer period, so it was natural for him to be crushed.

"He used to be quite sharp-tongued." Gin's voice echoed in his ears, "He was a young man who relied on his knowledge of the organization to stir up trouble. He thought he was smart but he didn't know how clumsy he was."

As Furiya Rei watched Gin put the gun into the black-haired young man's hand, he couldn't help but clench his fist, but quickly forced himself to relax in the darkness.

He watched Chiyodani Toru get excited by Shinsou's information, and watched Gin exert pressure again and again. The anger that had already risen in his throat was swallowed back forcefully, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Gin, I don't want to listen to your explanation." The blond man said coldly, "If you are here to show off your speaking skills, I don't mind making a phone call and letting Vermouth listen together."

Gin sneered: "Indeed, your methods are no worse than mine."

Fūya Rei doesn't want this praise at all!

But he knew Gin's plan, just as he did.

Despair builds up in layers, and people in organizations have always understood this.

He first created an inescapable environment, then told Chiyodani Toru that he knew him well, and then released the tortured undercover agent to stimulate him... These were not enough to shake Chiyodani Toru, so what next?

Shinso...

Fūya Rei's breathing stagnated. If there was anything that could shake Chiyodani Toru's will, it would be Chiyodani Hayato, whom he was almost obsessed with finding even to the point of obsession.

Gin is naturally no more unfamiliar with these things that he can think of than he is.

"If you want to see your sister, just shoot me."

In the picture, the silver-haired killer had already prepared and pulled up the photo of Shinsou, and almost forced the black-haired young man's face to face everything.

Chiyodani Toru's eyes widened even further, and his dark pupils, which were misted by pain, reflected the face of a woman who looked very similar to him.

Shinsou's photo cruelly broke all the defenses in his heart.

Is there anything more despairing than finding out that the treasure you have been searching for has been completely smashed to pieces?

The black-haired young man's originally firm and determined struggle suddenly weakened, like a torch that was about to be blown out.

At this time, Gin once again grasped the still spasming fingers and roughly forced him to aim at the undercover agent.

"Shoot!" Furiya Rei unconsciously mouthed the words.

For a moment, he seemed to be standing next to Chiyodani Toru, feeling his increasingly powerless struggle and the painful decision he made.

If it were him, with one end of the scale falling on Morobushi Kagemitsu, Furutani Rei felt that he would choose to kill the undercover agent who was already dying and could no longer survive - at that time, he was not a public security officer, not an undercover agent, but just a police academy student who had not yet joined the police force.

What sense of responsibility?

Bitter emotions spread in my heart, climbing up and leaving spider-web-like cracks, which hurt my heart.

No one knew that Shensuo was a public security officer before the incident. Until now, most people only know that she is not dead, but are not clear about her identity.

If she knew that she was the one who caused Chiyodani Toru to commit his first murder...how painful it would be.

Furiya Rei slowly closed his eyes.

347.

Eight fifty-four, Esrona.

Matsuda Jinpei mercilessly drove the man in black back to the special exhibition room and blocked him inside. With his peripheral vision, he could see that the code box on the exhibition stand had been opened, and the things inside must have fallen into the hands of the man in front of him.

The shrill alarm finally stopped after someone arrived, and only the slightly exhausted guard's groaning could be heard. The strong smell of blood filled the room, stimulating the crazy secretion of adrenaline in people.

The black-haired man took out the dagger that was between his teeth, shook it in his hand, and the blood on it fell to the ground with a "pa" sound.

He looked at Matsuda Jinpei coldly, but did not attack directly. Instead, he pressed the earphone and said softly: "You go first, I need a little time."

The curly-haired man was unarmed and could only quickly pick up a gun with bullets still in it from the ground. But when he looked up, he noticed a figure blocking his way behind him.

The cold little girl with a stern face on weekdays was lying on the ground motionless, while Chiyotani Sayori, whom he had been longing to see these days, was sitting in a wheelchair quietly.

The sunlight passed through her hair and shone on her skin which was so white that it was almost transparent, but it did not bring any vitality or warmth.

Matsuda Jinpei's pupils suddenly shrank, and intense anger filled his mind, making him almost unable to hold the gun.

"You bastard!" he growled, "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Are you going to kill me?" The man turned his head slightly and put the metal glasses back in front of his eyes to block his expression.

He repeated Matsuda Jinpei's words very slowly, like a baby learning to speak, with clear enunciation and pause for each word, as if to confirm whether he would do so.

Then, he let out a low, hoarse laugh and murmured, "See, I wasn't the first one this time."

The fingers holding the dagger were pressing against the sharp tip of the knife, and were faintly turning white.

Matsuda Jinpei raised his gun and pointed it directly at the man. He naturally knew a thing or two about the man in that organization - the scum who had committed countless crimes, Granmani.

He didn't know what he was mumbling, perhaps communicating with his accomplices through the headset, or perhaps he was madly expressing his pleasure in killing people.

But Matsuda Jinpei knew that for a man like this, shooting him ten thousand times would be considered light punishment!

"I advise you to surrender." He said coldly, "I will personally send you to prison and make you, a scum, repent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Matsuda Jinpei quickly aimed a gun at his shoulder and fired. At the same time, he rushed forward and used his backhand to twist his arm as it leaned forward as he dodged to the right.

Granmani naturally would not give him a chance. He almost stepped off a metal bridge, then supported himself on the ground with one hand and swept Matsuda's forward steps with his right leg, trying to trip him up.

"Matsuda, Officer Matsuda!" Conan Edogawa's breathless voice came from the crack of the door, and he shouted, "Gran, Granmani is——!"

Before he could finish the rest of his words, a cold light flashed before his eyes and swept across his head, nailing a strand of hair to the wall. The end of the dagger was still trembling slightly, carrying enough murderous intent.

In an instant, Conan Edogawa was like a chicken with its neck choked. His eyes widened and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The truth he wanted to say was stuck in his throat due to nervousness and turned into a "hehe" sound.

The two men in the exhibition hall were still fighting. Matsuda Jinpei found that the man in front of him had an almost abnormal ability to dodge bullets, so he simply threw away the restraints of the gun and fought him with his bare hands.

Granmani's swung dagger turned into a flying knife, and although the remaining knife was threatening, it was not impossible for the extremely strong fighting Matsuda Jinpei to be on equal terms.

Conan Edogawa watched and vaguely understood what Granmani meant.

This is a warning!

He warned Conan Edogawa not to reveal Granmani's identity as Chiyodani Toru, and at the same time proved that he knew that Conan Edogawa had already learned his true identity.

But why?

Why does Che become like this whenever he encounters a mission!

Is the level of brainwashing really that serious?

Conan Edogawa's hands were full of cold sweat. He was sure that if he opened his mouth again, the remaining dagger would definitely not be a warning, but would directly take his life!

The young detective saw through the gap that Haibara Ai and Chiyoya Saori were unknown whether they were alive or dead, and he felt even more numb.

There is something a little bit difficult to understand about him.

Now that we have warned him not to tell anyone, what will happen next?

Whether Granmani is subdued by Matsuda Jinpei or he escapes with other members of the organization, Chiyodani Toru's identity will be exposed...

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The sharp dagger grazed the curly hair, flattening a section of the carefully groomed hairstyle. Matsuda Jinpei did not dodge, but took advantage of the force to give Granmani an elbow.

The latter took a slight step back, but he didn't even frown at the pain from the hit ribs. He just continued to hold the dagger and attack his neck.

When he approached, Jinpei Matsuda could smell a faint minty scent. Although it was quickly dissipated by the strong smell of blood, it still managed to stun him for a moment.

It was just this one millisecond of error that allowed Granmani's dagger to be right in front of him. Matsuda Jinpei tried his best to turn his head away, but he still couldn't dodge the attack range.

The dagger, shining with a cold light, slashed from the side to the neck, but when it was about to pierce the spine, it suddenly deviated, and in the end only scraped off a piece of flesh and hair.

"No!" Conan Edogawa, who was watching outside, blurted out with a frantic heart, "Cheru-nii!"

Matsuda Jinpei only felt a chill at the back of his neck. The stinging pain, coupled with the life-or-death crisis, made him feel as if his mind was short-circuited.

Toru? Chiyodani Toru? What is this kid Conan shouting about? Is Chiyodani Toru coming over now?

In such a dangerous situation, that bastard who hasn't recovered his health should get out of here as soon as possible!

Before Matsuda Jinpei could explore the emotions at that moment, he saw the black-haired man in front of him pause.

Granmani clenched his teeth so hard that the muscles in his cheeks were distorted, and his eyes were fixed on him. Even through the reflective mirror, Matsuda Jinpei could see the undisguised anger and hatred in his eyes.

...hatred?

He was clearly the one who had the upper hand, so why did Granmani hate him?

Matsuda Jinpei felt a little surprised, but he still took advantage of the brief moment to strike. He snatched the dagger from the opponent before he could defend himself, and then cut a deep gash on his right wrist.

Granmani stepped back, retracted his right arm, and controlled it with his left hand. Blood continued to ooze out of his cut wrist, dripping onto the ground.

His expression suddenly calmed down, like a wave on the sea that was suddenly frozen in mid-air, about to fall but not falling. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in an almost mocking tone, "Are you satisfied?"

"I..." Matsuda Jinpei thought he was asking him, and frowned as he wanted to respond to this inexplicable question, but he saw Granmani attacking him even more fiercely, as if he was determined to fight to the death.

Conan Edogawa who was outside was completely stunned. He felt that the word "Tetsu-brother" that he had just blurted out seemed to have opened up a different situation, allowing Jinpei Matsuda to turn the victory back.

Granmani's hand was injured and his dagger was taken away. There was no way he could escape from Matsuda Jinpei's hands. Moreover, the guards outside were also blocking the way. It was impossible for him to leave.

But...it's not just Granmani!

What if Officer Matsuda hits too hard? What will happen next?

Conan Edogawa felt that it was useless for him to wait here, and he would be interrupted no matter what he wanted to say. Neither of these two people listened to what he said!

He thought for a second, gritted his teeth, and ran out quickly to find help.

348.

Eight o'clock, organization.

"If you pull the trigger, I'll tell you about your sister."

"As long as you pull the trigger, I will let you contact each other."

"You don't have to kill him, just shoot him."

The words drilled into his ears like the whispers of the devil, dragging Furuya Rei to that scene. He felt like he was holding a hot gun in his hand, and standing opposite him was Chiyodani Toru.

The young man's eyes were wet, as if they were also stained with the color and temperature of blood bit by bit, and were frighteningly hot.

"Bang--!"

The crisp sound of gunfire suddenly rang out, echoing in the broadcasting room. Furiya Rei closed his eyes, but did not dare to watch the scene.

It was as if a huge hole had been pierced through his heart, empty and painful enough to make him want to bend over. The darkness before his eyes swirled and turned into an even deeper blankness.

——Toru fired.

——Chiyodani Toru opened fire.

It was forced and helpless.

Furuya Rei chooses to accept his reasons for shooting, but Chiyodani Toru himself cannot.

He was afraid to see Toru's desperate eyes, and at the same time he felt that his initial guess was so embarrassing.

How could he think that Toru would shoot for other reasons...

"Tsk, let's skip this part!" Gin suddenly spoke, and when combined with the three words "You're dreaming" shouted by Chiyodani Toru in the video, it actually felt like a conversation across time and space.

The silver-haired killer's face darkened instantly, and a bad memory suddenly jumped up and punched him.

Furiya Rei almost shuddered all over, knocking the table in front of him by accident. He looked directly at Gin's surprised eyes, and automatically took the remote control from him, saying coldly, "No!"

Gin: “…”

The silver-haired killer was a little annoyed by Bourbon's lively behavior. He lit another cigarette in revenge, but did not smoke it. He just put it on his fingertips and let the smoke spread, using this to annoy his colleague who never smoked.

But now Furuya Rei couldn't smell anything. He looked at Chiyodani Toru almost greedily.

The sudden burst of energy from the black-haired young man was so astonishing. Under the light, his eyes seemed to contain many stars and contained extremely strong energy.

At the last moment, he twisted Gin's hand to pull the gun away, then turned around and caught the hunter, who thought he was sure to win, off guard.

Gin rarely gets injured, let alone being bitten on the arm and bleeding. His viciousness can be considered a dark history.

For some reason, Furuya Rei was reminded of the fight between Chiyodani Toru and instructor Onizuka in the police academy. The young man was as agile as a swallow and as steady as a mountain. He even nearly defeated Onizuka Hachizo despite being injured.

If he hadn't been injured...

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Just like a cat playing with a mouse, hunters will never be reluctant to give their dying prey even a chance to fight back. They even enjoy the despair on the prey's face when it thinks it has escaped but is facing death again.

"ah……"

The black-haired young man couldn't help but let out a groan. Gin's Thunderbolt once again severely hit his already injured shoulder. His bones seemed to be rubbing against each other under the heavy burden. The waterfall of cold sweat and blood instantly dyed his clothes even wetter.

Fūya Rei looked at the pair of black eyes that had finally ignited with flames, and then, like fireworks, they dimmed again in a short moment, leaving only a panicked ember. He wanted to crawl out from the ashes with great reluctance, but was suppressed down again.

It hurts so much…

It hurts so much.

Fūya Rei still retained a trace of rationality and did not squeeze the remote control in his hand to make any sound, but the nails of his other hand had already dug deeply into his palm, suppressing it to leave a few blood spots.

The young man tilted his head upwards, and the gaze seemed to fall directly on him through the surveillance. Furuya Rei inexplicably had a feeling that Chiyodani Toru was asking him for help - he was thinking about them at that time.

The lips, which were trembling with pain, opened and closed with difficulty, and mumbled out a few meaningless words from an angle that Gin couldn't see.

"zero..."

He is calling him...

Chiyodani Toru, calling him...

At that time, Rei Furuya was still enjoying a peaceful life in the police academy, and had no idea where his classmates were or what they were doing.

Fūya Rei was almost overwhelmed by self-blame. He looked at the screen in a trance, as if he was undergoing mental torture.

"It's a tough nut to crack, isn't it?" Gin tapped off the ashes and said calmly, "Fortunately he has a special physique, otherwise he would have died like this, which would have been a real waste of my time."

"Shut up." He said hoarsely, "Gin, you are troubled."

Gin suddenly squinted his eyes and moved closer to him. Looking at the red bloodshot in Furuya Rei's eyes, he asked suspiciously, "Why do I feel like... you are sympathizing with Chiyodani Toru?"

Furiya Rei regained his senses, and his purple-gray eyes instantly absorbed all emotions, leaving only a blank color: "No."

He heard himself say, "I just think that's all he feels for Cinsou."

Even in this situation, Furuya Rei still took advantage of the shadow left by Shinsou and used her as an excuse to clear himself of suspicion - facing the scene of her brother being tortured.

Gin chuckled when he heard this: "You misunderstood."

"Do you know why Granmani wanted to kill Shenso?"

Fūya Ling was stunned and shook his head.

This was indeed the point that he found most strange. If Chiyodani Toru wanted to use this behavior to repel Shinsou's approach in order to preserve his own dignity, it would not have become so serious that the entire organization would know about it and even the boss would have to die.

Gin tapped his cigarette and said calmly, "Because APTX-3112 is one of the effects of the brainwashing truth serum. It can reverse the strongest emotion of the recipient in a short period of time. The stronger the emotion, the deeper it is and the longer it lasts."

"This was also triggered when Shinsou was injected. Otherwise, the entire organization would not be filled with scandals." Gin couldn't help but frown when he mentioned it. "Fortunately, it only lasted for a few years."

"The same goes for the rest." Gin finished his words crisply. "Why else do you think that gentleman restricted Granmani from using Tokyo's bomb stockpile? The uncontrollable emotions brought on by this brainwashing made it difficult for him to curb his desire to kill and destroy."

As Furukaya Rei listened, he felt as if his head was suddenly hit by a hammer. The image of Gin in front of him turned into a ferocious black shadow, leaving only the continuous sound of a bell ringing echoing in his mind.

"The emotional reversal caused by brainwashing... the stronger and deeper it is..."

"Strong..."

Granmani hates Shenso with all his heart.

Chiyodani Toru is deeply in love with Chiyodani Saori.

Granmani thirsts for blood and kills people without mercy.

Chiyodani Toru tried his best... to protect them.

349.

Nine o'clock, the Esrona.

Inside the room, the curly-haired police officer took advantage of the dagger and suppressed Granmani with his backhand.

I don't know why, but after Granmani said "Are you satisfied?", his movements became more harsh, and his lips, which were pursed to the extreme, turned slightly white, and he looked particularly resolute.

The two fought from the door to the booth, from the shadows to the sunshine. Shensuo was still sleeping quietly in the wheelchair, but both of them tacitly avoided her.

During the fight, Matsuda Jinpei's elbow brushed Granmani's cheek, knocking the metal glasses flying. The legs of the glasses hooked onto the damaged corner of the disguise mask...

“Rip!”

Most of the darker hard material was torn off, revealing a paler chin that formed a sharp contrast with the upper half of the face.

Granmani was obviously startled for a moment, his tightly pursed lips opened slightly, and then quickly closed again. Without the cover of the glasses, his eyes revealed a slightly rounded curve.

"It's a disguise indeed." Matsuda Jinpei pinned him down with his backhand, sneered and stretched out his hand, "Let me see how shameful this is!"

"Don't..." The black-haired man instantly raised the hand that was not restrained due to the injury and blocked it in front of his face. The blood flowing from the wound wet his pale lips and also wet Matsuda Jinpei's fingertips.

The curly-haired police officer felt his fingertips were numb from the heat, and an indescribable premonition suddenly appeared in his mind, as if the disguise of the man in front of him was a Pandora's box, and opening it would lead to a different outcome.

"Jinpei Matsuda." Granmani, who had just shown his vulnerability, suddenly smiled with a hint of provocation, "You go ahead."

The curly-haired police officer's pupils shrank: "You——!"

The attitude changed so quickly that he had no time to react.

"Get out of my way!" Soon, the man under him began to tremble all over and kept waving his hands to slap him. Matsuda Jinpei reflexively turned his head to the side, leaned down and pressed down hard on his other arm.

Granmani fell silent again. He gasped softly, as if exhausted, and coughed slightly a few times. Thin strands of blood flowed from his lips, blending with the blood already on his face.

That one