195.
Chiyoya Saori seemed to be sleeping soundly, as if the old thief could not wait for his masterpiece, or maybe he was just lost in thought.
In her dream, she actually watched from a bystander's perspective the scene of herself wearing the "Toru" vest and acting with Gin.
However, she could clearly feel that she was dreaming, and Chiyoya Sayori instantly relaxed a lot.
She even pinched out a large ball of slime from her own consciousness, and then lay on it like a boneless person, feeling the excellent texture.
Not far away, a wisp of smoke slowly rose.
The black-haired young man, who seemed to be on the verge of death, suddenly jumped up and pulled a strand of Gin's hair hanging in front of him. The long silver hair suddenly straightened, then broke completely, and was grasped in his hand, and then thrown to the ground in disgust.
The strands of hair were not many, but the pain of having them pulled out was enough to linger on the person for a long time.
In the somewhat blurry picture, Chiyoya Saori saw Gin's almost biting gaze and the slight trace of blood oozing from his temple.
"It's a pity that I didn't pull more of her hair down to fit the setting." The girl muttered quietly, her face full of resentment and regret, "Don't you know that you can't pull women's hair!"
Last time, she had a fight with Gin while wearing the Shinsou vest. The hatred he showed for grabbing her hair was far greater in Chiyoya Hayori's heart than crushing her ankles.
Feeling that she would wake up from anger if she continued thinking about it, Chiyoya Hayori waved her hand in disgust, waving away Gin's angry and defeated face.
Watching the image slowly fade away, she yawned slowly and continued to indulge herself in a sweet dream.
Um... she was also very tired after waking up and having to deal with those five sharp idiots...
The plan involuntarily went through my mind again, and in the end it became just an idea.
——Organization, let’s wait and see!
196.
"I solemnly swear... to perform my duties as a police officer... without fear of any incident... to act impartially, fairly and justly according to my conscience..."
The grand and solemn auditorium, the vigorous police academy students, the cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, and the shining morning sun.
"Everything is for the public good!"
In the bright and clean cafeteria, classmates were full of vigor and vitality, six hands were folded, and slogans were shouted loudly.
"Toru, do you really want to go to the police?"
"Well, it's decided."
——Find her, then put on the police uniform and show it to her, then smile and say that you kept the agreement.
“…Happy birthday! This is your first birthday, but it will definitely not be your last!”
"Hahaha, there's no need to be so moved that you want to cry, right? If you think about it this way, Toru, you owe us five birthday presents. Do you feel the pain? Hey, hey, hey, don't do it!"
——He still owes five birthday presents.
Countless fragments of memory are shuffling around in my mind, like a colorful kaleidoscope refracted in the sunlight, shimmering and blurry.
A bullet came from nowhere, out of the shadows he couldn't see, and shattered the memory that was just turning the page.
The glittering fragments were like fine snow falling in the sun, falling to the ground and quickly disappearing without a trace.
He stood there, stretched out his hand in a daze, and caught one of the fragments.
[The black-haired girl in a plaid skirt had a soft smile on her face. She stretched out her hand and hooked it with his intimately - "It's a date."
"You will carry my dream with you and keep going..."]
It melted away, without a sound or trace.
"don't want--"
The black-haired young man suddenly clenched his hands together, as if he could keep everything in this way, but when he opened them again, all he saw was a sea of blood.
The girl's soft smile disappeared, like a specimen sealed in amber or ice, even her memories were blurry.
——The emotions belonging to Chiyodani Toru are fading.
The snowflakes belonging to memory seemed to collapse in an instant with his shout. The heavy snow swept across the entire black space, hitting the ground with a crackling sound, as if it wanted to directly smash a hole in the ground and penetrate to the other side of the world.
The black-haired young man ran around in vain in the space, trying to hold all the memories of the past in his arms, but he could only watch it melt and disappear bit by bit. The rolling blood spread from the bottom to the top, quickly wrapping around his ankles.
Numbness and sharpness swept over me. It should have been a hot and warm color, but now it was as cold as the sea water under the Arctic ice.
The piercing pain was like a pickaxe that could pierce through his mind, again and again, mercilessly reminding Chiyodani Toru of a fact.
Gin was right, Shinsou had indeed experienced this.
The pain that was so familiar that it was unforgettable was affecting him again only a few months later.
In the eyes of others, the one-sided empathy of the twins brought him nothing but harm from beginning to end, but for Chiyodani Toru, this was proof enough to reassure him.
He had always known.
Knowing that Saori is still alive, I know that her situation is not good.
And now... I know that she has also fallen into a darkness that is difficult to escape.
But is that all? Should we just admit defeat?
Years of double pain had already made the young man's spirit extremely tough. Although the severe pain continued and seemed to want to turn his entire spiritual world upside down, he was still more resistant because of his prior familiarity.
He couldn't admit defeat yet.
There were five bastards still waiting for him to come back. They had agreed to graduate together and move on together.
The bright red blood slowly rose and finally coagulated at the side of the waist, unable to move forward any further. Chiyodani Toru gasped violently and opened his eyes again.
This time when I opened my eyes, I returned to reality.
…
Chiyodani Toru's brainwashing is more difficult than Shinsou's. It is even said that if Gin hadn't held him down with one hand, this guy would have even electrocuted himself in resistance.
The silver-haired killer raised his hand slightly and checked the time. It was already much longer than the previous sample. The trance period that appeared in the middle should have been the effect of truth-telling. All the questions raised were dodged by the former with a hoarse cough.
——It doesn’t seem like he’s pretending.
The young man's expression was too painful when he coughed. He clutched his collar tightly, allowing the pain, whose source he could not identify, to overwhelm him. There was a hint of helpless adaptation between his brows, as if he was already familiar with this.
Gin felt that after the matter was accomplished, he should give Chiyodani Toru a full body check-up to see how he was able to enter the police academy despite his obviously unqualified physique.
However, he did not intend to ask anything. Chiyodani Toru's information was too easy to find, and his past was too transparent. He was not even aware of the information that the organization had always wanted to obtain. Compared to Shinsou, his role lay more in himself.
Good fighting skills and intelligence, excellent grades and connections in the police academy.
The silver-haired killer let out a light "tsk" sound, but the change in his expression brought about pain in his face. The dull pain in his eye sockets and the sharp pain in his scalp made him want to vent his anger even more.
It seems that even if the little wolf is forced into a desperate situation, he cannot let his guard down easily.
Gin couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead. Looking at the strands of blood on his hand, he lowered his hat gloomily.
The young man sitting on the chair was shaking violently because of the pain, and sobs escaped from his lips, but he stubbornly took them back, like a little animal that had fallen behind and was crying, trying to call for the elders' tolerance or for help.
Gin watched the scene with a serious look, hooked Browning that he had thrown aside at his feet, and leaned over to pick it up.
He recalibrated, released the safety, and then fired steadily at the undercover agent who was being used as a sitting duck, just past his ear.
The unconscious undercover agent was awakened by the sound of gunfire. His brown eyes were dimmed, filled with death and sorrow. As the only bystander on the scene, he was witnessing the birth of a new tragedy.
That child... is still very young.
He thought in a confused manner that if he could survive by dying, he might as well just kill him.
This darkness... is too heavy for that child to bear.
"Kill me..." He murmured again.
Although it was barely audible, it was still clearly reflected by the walls in the small space and heard by other people present.
Gin sneered and repeated, "It's not up to you to decide."
The trembling from the side became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a dead silence. Gin glanced at him and called out, "Chiyodani Toru, raise your head."
The black-haired young man did not move. After two seconds, he straightened his body slowly like an old machine, then leaned back in the chair helplessly.
His black eyes flickered behind the cover of his eyelashes, and he avoided Gin's scrutinizing gaze hesitantly.
——Failed?
This somewhat unexpected but reasonable reaction made Gin frown deeply. Although he and the boss had a good plan at that time, they still had doubts about the bloodline of the Chiyogaya family.
And now, Chiyodani Toru still retained some self-awareness, which made him feel a little disappointed.
If brainwashing fails, refusing to join the organization will only result in one outcome - death.
This is not the ending Gin wanted to see.
However, the man reacted quickly. If it really had no effect, the young man in front of him with a strong sense of justice should not have raised his head so obediently. Instead, he would have launched another round of attacks endlessly like a moth to a flame.
Chiyodani Toru's way of thinking is too simple and straightforward. His sense of justice runs through his soul, which makes him lose the possibility of cunning and disguise.
Gin got this right.
Then there is only one point - is it that the drug is not effective enough?
The silver-haired killer narrowed his eyes, and once again thrust the gun into Chiyodani's sticky, sweaty hands, and ordered again without hesitation: "Hold it tight, raise it, and shoot."
"What I said before is still valid." He said emotionlessly, "Chiyodani Toru, don't let me down."
The fingers, which were paralyzed by the pain that had not yet completely disappeared, collided with the gun with a slight clicking sound. He slowly raised his arm and aimed it at the undercover agent who was restrained not far away.
The crosshairs shifted as he trembled, but just by making this move, it meant that everything that had just happened finally moved in the direction he wanted to see.
The cub's resistance was completely ineffective in the face of absolute power.
Gin's green eyes flashed with joy, and he said again concisely: "Shoot!"
The arm trembled violently, like chaff, and it could hardly hold the gun. A trace of struggle appeared in Chiyodani Toru's dark eyes, like a flash of white light in the sky on a rainy night.
“Swish——”
It rained heavily.
His chaotic consciousness was washed away by the rain, and his soul tried to return to his body again. He slowly, slowly put the gun down and placed it on his knees. He still sat upright, just as he had been trained to do when he joined the police force.
The joy that spread from the bottom of my heart didn't even linger on my expression, and my anger was once again aroused by the young man's actions.
The murderous aura that Gin exuded in the room was like a physical entity, and his dark green eyes were so terrifying that even looking into his eyes would feel like a piece of flesh was being ripped off.
"Chiyodani Toru!"
The man said this almost with gritted teeth. He roughly grabbed the young man by the collar and pulled him up.
Gin looked directly into those eyes that were blinking because of the discomfort caused by the light and tears. Those eyes, which were a shade darker than Shinsou's, seemed to be covered with a layer of mist and were hazy and unclear.
But if he looked carefully, he could still see the dying body of the policeman from below.
You can't take action because taking action is the bottom line.
I will not ask for mercy, for my pride remains.
I don't want to struggle because struggle will bring more pain.
And he wanted to break this pride, break this bottom line, and transform the struggle into another emotion that would please him.
Gin had never felt such a strong interest in something before, or perhaps such a bright soul was destined to be targeted by creatures in the dark.
Without him, there would be another person, even the seniors whom the young policemen look up to.
Human beings are like this. They cannot tolerate any purity. Either you join or you perish.
But now, this piece of whiteness is already shaky and about to fall. It will fall directly with just a little external force.
Gin remembered the various things the researchers who studied the drug said, and that this electrified wall did not simply serve the purpose of preventing people from escaping.
If one dose is not enough to stimulate cell reversal, then increase the external stimulation; if it is still not enough, then increase the dose again.
If he died like this, all he could leave behind would be a light and fleeting regret.
In the absence of a savior, the organization has never hesitated to show its truest and cruel side.
Without further persuasion, Gin grabbed the young man's throat and threw him backwards without hesitation.
The back hit the wall with a dull sound, and a thin snake invisible to the naked eye climbed up along the contact part.
The young man's black eyes suddenly widened, and his fluttering eyelashes were like a dying butterfly, frozen in an arc that was not very beautiful, and soon he began to struggle with pain.
Those black eyes became even darker, as if an electric current had given them a new layer of darkness.
There was no sound at all, as if he didn't even have the strength to moan.
The chaotic memories in the mind were once again activated, the red blood plasma boiled and swirled, emitting a crisp bubble bursting sound, which spread to the chest again, gradually making people feel suffocated.
don't want……
The lips that had been bitten to a bloody color opened slightly, and only a faint whisper came out that no one could hear, which was soon covered up by the surge of severe pain.
There were too many people he cared about and too many names he wanted to whisper, but at this moment it became an extremely difficult choice. In the end, Chiyodani Toru did not say the name of any of his peers, nor did he expose his own weaknesses.
Even if you die, don't involve others.
This was planned from the beginning.
Anyway...he won't live long.
His consciousness gradually faded, and a warm block was stuffed into his hand again. As a result of his extremely low body temperature, even the handle of the gun that had not been fired felt hot to the touch.
It was as if he had already fired the gun...
"Shoot!"
The commanding tone exploded in his ears, and his body was out of control like a puppet. Although there were dark and shallow black spots in front of his eyes, his fingers still involuntarily followed the command and pulled the trigger.
"Bang--"
Loud gunshots and the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the entire space. Even the stomach was contracted by the stimulating breath. The black-haired young man bent down somewhat at a loss. A violent cough instantly burst out of his mouth. Unable to stop the flow of blood, it fell to the ground, forming blood flowers.
Red...
"Not bad." Gin snorted, looked at the undercover who was hit in the shoulder, and gave another order without hesitation, "Kill him!"
Killing...
Chiyodani Toru was in a trance for a moment, and the voice of his law class teacher echoed in his ears.
The statutory penalty for intentional homicide is death penalty, life imprisonment or fixed-term imprisonment of more than five years, which is determined based on the purpose of the perpetrator.
Deliberate, proactive, with no room for maneuver.
"Ahem, please don't..." The sad cry that came out of his cough once again represented the final resistance, "I... refuse."
He buried his head deeply between his knees, trying to escape from his increasingly confused memory, and just recited the rules that he knew by heart in his mind.
He can’t kill anyone, otherwise… he will never be able to go back.
Squad leader, Matsuda, Furiya, Zhufu and Hagiwara...
They were waiting for him.
Even if it means death——
The weirdly cold liquid was once again injected into the body, and even the already low body temperature gave in and trembled. It could only watch helplessly as it invaded and spread throughout the body through the blood circulation.
His spiritual world trembled in intense pain and gradually shattered. The memories he tried his best to grasp were like paper butterflies, fluttering up and then melting into the bloody cold magma, disappearing without a trace.
For a time, death became such a luxury.
It was as if his soul had left his body, and Chiyodani Toru seemed to be watching from the perspective of a bystander as Gin once again stuffed the hot Browning M1906 into his hands - there was still the last bullet in it.
"Kill him."
The silver-haired killer pointed at the dying undercover agent, who had remained conscious despite the torture of bullets, and his brown eyes were shockingly bright.
The black-haired young man held the gun, but could not pull the trigger.
At this point, living has become a mere lingering survival that does not create any value. Therefore, even the undercover himself hopes that the last bullet can penetrate his brain or heart.
"Kill me." He opened his lips slightly and begged the young man, whose mind had already fallen into coma and whose eyes had lost their brightness, "Please, kill me."
If he could survive and eventually be remembered, then he would not be considered to have died in obscurity.
That's enough.
"Kill him!" Gin's voice became louder and louder, issuing the final ultimatum.
He picked up another gun from the side and pointed it at Chiyodani Toru's temple.
Either he dies or you die.
The undercover agent, whose face was covered in blood and whose appearance was no longer recognizable, smiled slightly and said silently again: "Kill me."
"Bang--"
The bullet, carrying heat and pain, finally left the barrel and flew straight to the forehead of the man in the distance, without looking back or leaving any time for him to turn, hitting him deadly.
Those brown eyes finally dimmed, but at the last moment, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared.
The undercover agent, whose name and nationality were unknown, finally returned to eternal rest as he wished. But at the last moment, he seemed to see the eyes of the black-haired young man, bursting with an extremely dazzling and sharp light.
Maybe it's just the lighting...
All is quiet.
The light soul floated above the body, but there was no possibility of intervention.
That righteous obsession was eventually stained with blood and forcefully dragged into the bottomless darkness.
But in the same way, a tight chain can only imprison him in the abyss, but can never eliminate his existence.
Gin's satisfied laughter echoed in the room, feeling genuine joy and satisfaction at witnessing the birth of a new monster.
As his consciousness gradually sank to the deepest level, the words were still echoing in Chiyodani Toru's ears.
The statutory penalty for intentional homicide is death penalty, life imprisonment or fixed-term imprisonment of more than 5 years...
He cannot die before this organization is destroyed.
So, he sentenced himself to life imprisonment.