[Ahhhhhh!!! Why are you trying to kill me? People will die if they are stabbed! (crying with his hands covering his mouth.jpg)]

[Shit, I missed Shirotoshi a lot after not seeing him for a few days, but that doesn’t mean I want to see Toru like this (dazed look.jpg)]

[Old Thief: Do you want this white cat, this black cat, or this mixed-color cat? Dream on. You won’t get any of them! (Cold)]

[Fuck! Are you human upstairs?]

[Gin, die! How dare you! You are forcing Toru to choose between his sister, whom he regards as his life, and the justice he upholds. Isn't this pushing him to death?]

[What’s even more sad is that Gin is actually right. No matter what, Saori is indeed Shinsou now, and for this undercover agent, death is the best relief...]

[Wuwuwu, so I'm the only one who's not in the right state? I think my sister and Chianti have a really good relationship. This is the first time I see her expression so gentle]

[Close your eyes. It will be hard to choose between good and evil. My sister will probably be in trouble.]

[Zhao, my smile of shipping CP has disappeared]

[It can only be said that no matter how strong Toru usually appears, he is still a police academy student who has just come of age and has not yet officially joined the police force. It is too difficult for him to fight against the organization. It is only reasonable for him to reach this point.]

[Wuwuwu, the question is, will Toru really do it? Although I know that he will definitely do it eventually after becoming Kurotoshi, but for him now, this is a decision that is enough to shatter his entire personality. I dare not watch...]

"Then the truth will be clear."

The room fell into deathly silence once again. The only sound could be heard was the rapid breathing of the undercover agent who was on the verge of death. Drops of blood dripped from his fingertips to the ground, making crisp "click" sounds.

The two people on the side screen were looking at them almost with a smile on their faces, like judges looking down from above, waiting for the prisoners to make their final confession.

The black-haired young man tightly closed his eyes. A trace of blood that had appeared on his eyes at some point mixed with his previous tears, tangling his already dense eyelashes together. Even opening his eyes would cause him to face an overwhelming pressure.

The man's fingers were very cold, like some kind of jointed instrument used in an execution ground, which held his hands tightly in mid-air. He couldn't even shrink his fingers out of reflex. His fingers were forced to rest on the trigger, which was covered in slippery blood, and it seemed that his hand would slip and he would pull the trigger if he wasn't careful.

Slip...

The horrible thought flashed through his mind like a snake in the shadows and disappeared into the void in an instant.

“Hurry up!”

Gin finally became impatient and the enjoyment he had originally been enjoying was completely wasted by the young man's indecision, leaving him only with annoyance.

He quickly aimed at the figure in the distance, wrapped his hands around the young man's cold, slender fingers, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang--"

The crisp sound of gunshots echoed in the space. The smoking bullet hole left a huge black hole in the off-white door. The bright white light from the overhead passed through the hole and left a spot of light on the ground.

——He missed the target.

The black-haired young man raised his injured left arm at some point and placed it on the gun with some trembling. He wrapped Gin's hands from top to bottom with both hands and tried his best to move them to the side, stopping his action at the critical moment.

"You. Do. Dreams."

He repeated the three words again, word for word, and his eyes, when they reopened, were startlingly bright.

Without waiting for Gin to say anything, he lowered his head and bit Gin's left wrist which was resting on him. While the latter was in pain, he pulled out his uninjured right hand and punched him in the cheek.

There was a shelf next to where they were, so there was not much space left. In addition, the young man was injured in his left arm. In order to assist him in shooting, Gin did not use his usual left hand, but stood in a rather awkward posture.

Although Gin reacted quickly, he was still hit on the chin by the resentful blow, and a crisp snapping sound was heard immediately.

He quickly loosened his hand and stepped back, a murderous look flashing in his dark green eyes. He didn't care about his own injuries at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and launched an attack.

The silver-haired killer threw the gun to his side without hesitation and grabbed Chiyodani Toru's shoulder with his bare hands. The latter seemed to react by squatting down and sitting back on the chair, avoiding the attack. He bent his elbow and attacked Gin's waist and abdomen.

The initial show of weakness seemed like a dream. The young man, who had recovered some strength, knew that today would not be a good ending. He would rather choose the most dangerous way to anger the beast than do anything that goes against his principles.

But this attack only hit the air, and he was instead tilted forward by his own momentum. The shadow attacked again, like a spider watching an insect struggling in its web, poking at it with its legs from time to time, knowing that the opponent had no chance of escape.

Gin dodged the attack by taking just one step back. Without hesitation, he elbowed the young man on the thin back and twisted his already injured left hand back with his backhand.

A huge force came from behind him, accompanied by a groan of bones being squeezed, but his feet were trapped in place, without even a chance to dodge. The attack from Chiyodani Toru's other hand quickly missed due to the sudden pain, and collided with the chair, making a teeth-grinding sound.

He groaned, staring at the bloodstained ground with his eyes closed. He could hear a buzzing sound in his ears and his vision gradually turned darker. It was like he was standing on the coast at night, watching the waves coming in regularly.

Do you want to admit defeat...?

It seems like I can't hold on any longer.

The faces of his peers flashed before his eyes. Wearing combat uniform, Date Kou swung his stick vigorously and shouted, "Stand up! It's not over yet!"

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, there is no reason to give up!" Hagiwara Kenji patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "We will help you, whether it is to find your sister or other things."

Morofushi Jingguang nodded, his expression calm and gentle: "Everyone will stand by you, we agreed to go to the class leader's wedding together~"

"It's just the accelerator, step on it!" Matsuda Jinpei gave him a thumbs up, "Who cares about the wind and waves?"

Fūya Rei narrowed his eyes and smiled in a particularly sinister way: "Toru, how about you buy the ramen back when you have money?"

"Happy birthday, Toru, you idiot, remember to close your eyes and make a wish!"

Wish...

'I want all the people I care about to be safe, I want the truth to be known, I want all the evil to be exposed to the sun and turned to ashes.'

The organization has not been destroyed, the truth has not been revealed, and the souls of those who died unjustly are floating in the black and gray flames, staring at him with burning eyes.

So——I can’t stop yet!

The room regained its peace once again, except for the panting that became more intense. Gin sneered, but his smile suddenly twisted when the wound on his chin was pulled. He pressed down an inch in revenge and heard the young man's extremely weak groan of pain again.

The young man's head was covered in cold sweat, and his wet black hair stuck to his neck softly, splattering blood and leaving a blood-red patch on his fair neck.

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll be punished." Gin said slowly, looking at Chiyodani Toru as if he had him in his hands, "I don't have that much time to waste with you."

"Really?"

The young man, whose intact hand was hanging down and whose back was hunched due to the pressure, muttered something in an inaudible voice, and with all his strength, he swung his right hand backwards. His fingertips touched the metallic wall, and he immediately felt numb.

Just as Gin said before, in order to prevent the traitor in the room from escaping, the walls are connected with an electric current that is enough to paralyze a person's whole body but not to kill him.

The feeling of numbness spreading throughout the body is not pleasant, but at this moment, the body and blood become the best conductors.

Gin's movements suddenly stopped, and his long hair stood on end for a moment. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he had not considered that there would be such a self-destructive attack.

He subconsciously released the hand that was restraining the young man and stood up slightly.

But even faster, as if his will was immune to paralysis, Chiyodani Toru tried his best to break away from the half-finished movement, ignoring the pain in his own wounds, and raised his hand again, punching him upwards.

The punch was quick and fierce, full of revenge, as if it was the last blow to burn life. Even though Gin stretched out his hand to block it in time, he was still hit in the eye.

The dull sound of fists hitting flesh was heard.

Now no one can have a joking attitude anymore.

Gin put his hand over his right eye, the long-lost pain spreading. He laughed in anger and said hoarsely, "Very good, you are really good!"

“I think so too.”

Chiyodani Toru was gasping violently, and his lungs seemed to be filled with an old, rusty bellows. Even his breath carried a harsh smell of blood. He coughed a few times, turned his head and coughed out a trickle of blood, which he swallowed stubbornly.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the photo on the screen next to him, and gave Gin a provocative smile. His usually gentle and kind appearance was no longer visible at this moment, and instead he looked like a vengeful demon that had crawled out of hell.

Gin let out a "tsk" and actually felt that Chiyodani Toru looked more pleasing to the eye like this.

The usually indecisive face was torn apart, revealing the most genuine and courageous side, which was the side that was most suitable for the organization.

He raised his hand and looked at the time. Nearly an hour had been wasted. Thinking of the tasks that needed to be done later, he immediately calmed down and had the idea of ​​getting down to business.

"Behave yourself." He took a step back and said without any emotion, "I don't want to waste time knocking you out and then waking you up again."

Chiyodani Toru snorted, rarely showing a fierce look of hatred: "Either you kill me, or I'll send you to the police station later!"

“It’s good to be tough sometimes.”

Gin didn't care about his threat. He shook off the blood on his hands and picked out the reagent with beautiful colors from the shelf again.

After Shinsou, the organization found many more subjects for experiments, but all of them failed without exception, and finally had to stop due to the scarcity of materials.

The final sample is placed on the shelf at this time, and success or failure depends on this move.

Gin turned his head to the young man and said, "You know what? When Shinsou was injected with this drug, he cried beautifully. By the way, Shinsou is your sister's code name, although I think it's a bit unfair to give it to her."

Chiyodani Toru's face suddenly turned gloomy. If looks could kill, Gin would have died hundreds of times.

He bit his lips tightly to stop the cough that was about to slip out. There was no point in begging for mercy from the enemy. Asking him at this moment would only become a sharp knife that would turn around and stab him.

The attack that can be caused by not being able to use the legs is too limited. Moreover, the saying "the first attack is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted" is not an empty statement.

Chiyodani Toru just felt very tired, and the coldness brought by the blood loss spread from the depths of his soul, as if a pair of pale hands were rising up, trying to grab him and drag him directly into hell.

elder sister……

He just watched quietly as Gin walked over. The man's figure twisted and swayed in front of him, and before he could make a move, he once again grabbed his throat with lightning speed.

The familiar feeling of suffocation surged up again, and the air was deprived bit by bit. No matter how hard I struggled, I could only watch the vision gradually darken.

Chiyodani Toru squinted his eyes with some difficulty, and the blood on the corner of his lips slid down and fell onto the back of the man's broad and cold hand.

The silver-haired killer held the test reagent in one hand and moved closer until the cold needle touched the skin.

He exerted force suddenly, raised his hand and grabbed a strand of Gin's silver hair that had been swayed in front of him, and pulled it downward with force in revenge.