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At two o'clock in the afternoon, the black-haired young man left the bathroom with his hands in his trouser pockets indifferently.

The bathroom at the back was so bright that it seemed to glow, and even the storage cupboards that were rarely used were cleaned out, as if they had been newly renovated.

He went straight back to the dormitory, changed into black uniform, thought for a while, took down the rainy day doll hanging on the door, and threw it deep into the closet.

"Click", the door closed.

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Chiyoya Saori stood at the entrance of an alley with a sullen face, cursing Gin hundreds of times in her heart. She wished she could fast forward to the end of the story and watch him crying behind the iron window.

The passers-by shivered and walked faster because of her cold temperament.

The customer service staff was watching silently, admiring the picture of "Shinso beating Gin" drawn by Chiyoya Saori, and was secretly wondering in his heart whether the host was Chiyoya Toru who was immersed in the play and brainwashed, or was he so angry at Gin that he was furious.

After thinking for a while, it thought firmly - it must be both!

As expected of its host, even anger has effects from different angles!

[I was very curious about why he was so suspicious and didn't realize that the Bourbon in the original storyline was actually Rei Furuya.]

Chiyoya Saori said in her heart: "And there are so many undercover agents in the organization... Is it Gin's problem, or is everyone cheating?"

The customer service found this difficult to explain, and could only say with some difficulty: [You are right, Gin should be crying in prison! But we have to wait for the main storyline...]

Chiyoya Saori laughed in her heart and thought that the so-called plot was something very interesting.

At least as an unprotected member, she has to deal with Gin's constant temptations, which is a headache.

She soon received a call from Gin, who said coldly, "Come out."

Chiyoya Saori, who was not in a very good mood, also responded coldly: "Come here, I don't want to get in your car in public!"

There was silence on the other end, and then the phone was hung up soon.

Soon, a black Porsche stopped at the entrance of the alley, blocking the passing passage tightly. The silver-haired killer rolled down the window, revealing a pair of dark green eyes full of impatience.

Vodka was not there, he actually came alone.

Chiyoya Saori walked over and was about to open the back door when a black object was thrown in front of her. She subconsciously reached out to catch it and found that it was a car key.

Gin got out of the car and leaned against the side of the car. He tapped the cigarette he had lit against the mirror and said coldly, "You drive."

Chiyoya Sayori was too lazy to pay attention to him. She just opened the car door, sat in the back, and threw the car keys into the front seat.

She was sitting in the same place where she had sat last time when she was wearing the Shinso Vest. There was a bullet hole on the leather backrest next to her that had not been repaired, which must have caused lasting damage to Gin.

"I don't have a driver's license," she said frankly, "and I don't think you want to see my driving skills."

Gin paused: "You are 21 this year?"

"Um."

“Then why don’t you take the exam?”

Chiyoya Saori looked indifferent and spoke the truth succinctly: "I am poor and don't have a car."

In reality, even if she could drive, it would be impossible for her to be Gin's driver.

Gin, who had just put out his cigarette, said: "..."

This reason is so strong that it is hard to find any rebuttal.

The air pressure around the silver-haired killer dropped by two points, but he still sat back in the driver's seat, took out his cell phone, clicked on it, and prepared to start for the mission location.

Chiyoya Saori lowered his head and took out his cell phone to look at the task that Gin forwarded to him.

Because Granmani's loyalty still needs to be tested, each mission issued is either temporary cooperation or real-time monitoring and strict defense.

Chiyoya Saori had mostly been on supervised missions in the past month, so this was the first time she had worked alone with Gin.

But it's not a big problem. Most of the people killed by the organization are not good people. They are gangsters who eat gangsters to the end. Otherwise, the police would not turn a blind eye to it.

Although she couldn't stop it, she could still cope with it even though she made a few mistakes occasionally.

[Hahaha goose goose, this is the first time I feel that Kurotetsu is like a big boss. He justifiedly asked Gin to come and pick people up, and even acted as the driver. It felt weird and cool!]

[It’s so funny. I don’t want to get on the bus in public. It’s such a blatant rejection!]

[It’s really fun to watch Gin get sick]

[Toru's reason is so true... If you are too poor to buy a car, you will not learn (tears) My dear son, when will you be able to get rid of the title of poverty? ! ]

[I just want to know if the organization doesn’t pay wages?]

[Upstairs, think about what Canadian whisky looks like (Workers are furious.jpg)]

[Fuck, I’m angry now. What kind of evil capitalist winery is this? It deserves to be overthrown!!!]

[No one cares about the Rainy Day Dolls? ! And what kind of king is Toru? The bathroom floor is so shiny! (Cat Sublimation.jpg)]

[The rain doll represents Toru's concern for Soori, but now it seems that Shirotoshi is desperate about the fact that his sister exists in the dark, and Kurotoshi is even more straightforward. He just wants to kill Shinsou after his emotions reverse...]

[Giao, please, how can these siblings meet?! If Shirotoshi escapes, it will be really easy for Heitoshi to fight Shinsou with his mobility!!]

[My dear, has the relationship between my brother and sister turned into a love-hate relationship?]

[I am a little curious, is Toru, who seems to be a schizophrenic now, counted as one person or two people? Logically, it should be one person, but it is really rare for a person to torture himself... (风中淩麂)]

[#How many good brothers do you have (Sinsou version)#]

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"You triggered the first flashback yesterday. Why didn't you upload the response in time?" Gin looked back through the rearview mirror while driving.

The black-haired young man lowered his head to look at his mobile phone. The heavy metal frame covered half of his face, making his expression unclear.

Hearing this, he raised his eyes slightly and said calmly: "I can't get away. The police academy students in the class are too enthusiastic."

Gin saw the impatience in his eyes through the mirror and sneered.

He naturally knew from the information he looked up how popular Chiyodani Toru was in the police academy in the past. It was even said that because of his past "heroic deeds", he had already caused a wave of discussion before he even joined the police academy.

After disappearing for more than a month, it was only natural that he would be stopped by his classmates who cared about him when he returned to school.

However, if those brainless police cadets knew how much Granmani hated them, it would surely be a beautiful scene.

"Then tell me now." Gin said calmly, "Let's make it quick and decisive."

Currently, the person in charge of this experiment is Gin, and he is also basically his supervisor, so there is nothing wrong with reporting to him.

Chiyogaya Toru paused, took off his glasses and put them aside, revealing a face that was very similar to Shinsou.

It was 2:30 in the afternoon. The sunlight shone in from the car window, shining on the young man's face, which was much paler than that of ordinary people. His fluttering eyelashes cast a shadow. There was no other color on his body except black and white, and even the color of his lips was so pale that it was almost invisible.

It seemed that without the glasses to disguise himself, Chiyodani Toru was too lazy to even pretend to show his remaining emotional fluctuations. He sat upright, staring straight ahead indifferently, like a robot doing his job, and even his tone of voice did not fluctuate at all.

Gin rushed to the mission location without running a red light. While waiting, he tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, interrupting the report from time to time, enjoying the atmosphere of controlling the rhythm.

"How long did the period of mental blankness last?" he asked indifferently, "Why did you miss the evening activities?"

"I have a few close classmates who are hard to fool." Chiyogaya Toru frowned, "If I don't mobilize my emotions and mind to deal with it, it's easy for accidents to happen during the evening activities."

"It seems like they have indeed caused you a lot of trouble." Gin commented objectively, "You still have half a month to graduate. Your acting skills shouldn't be so bad that they will find out, right?"

Chiyotani Toru looked up at him and said, "I am who I am, am I not?"

Since he is Chiyodani Toru, even if he is discovered, those people will not be able to find any evidence to refute him. There is only no substantive evidence, but in other aspects -

Thinking of the backs of those people leaving in secret, and the probing eyes they gave him...

A rare look of surprise appeared in Gin's eyes, and he suddenly laughed softly: "What are you doubting about?"

The young man pursed his lips and did not speak for a moment. He just frowned slightly and suppressed his emotions that were almost nonexistent.

"I hope you remember your current identity." The silver-haired killer stopped laughing and returned to his cold attitude. "Don't indulge in playing house with the police cadets. If they find the blood on your hands, you know the consequences."

The man's voice was hoarse, but with an unquestionable firmness, and the meaning of the knock was obvious.

Chiyogaya Tetsu subconsciously tightened his hands, as if he was holding a weapon. Gunshots and screams appeared in his ears at the same time, and the burning flames crackled, turning the sky a beautiful red.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his dark eyes were gloomy: "I understand."

He said: "We will obey the instructions of that gentleman and clear all difficulties for the organization."

"I hope you can keep your word." Gin said in a neutral tone, "After all, in some ways, your value is higher than Shinsou's."

Before he finished speaking, the black-haired young man in the back seat shuddered suddenly, as if a calm surface of ice was broken, and his eyes, which were filled with coldness, suddenly burst into intense emotions and murderous intent.

As if he couldn't hold it back anymore, he quickly closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.

Like a wild beast whose vital point was touched, he wanted to bare his fangs and rush forward, but because of the chain on his neck, he could only spin in place, with an unwilling expression on his face.

"Don't mention her in front of me." He gritted his teeth and said, "Unless I see her once!"

This time, Gin didn't even bother to turn his head, but the arc of his mouth corners widened a little.

The irritation that arose from this similar face soon disappeared in the former's violent emotional fluctuations. As long as Granmani also hated Shenzo, Gin felt that his problem was not a big deal.

"There is no opportunity for you to meet for the time being." The man said happily, "When you can control your emotions, you can apply to that gentleman again."

They are the only pair of successful experimental subjects in the organization. If they start fighting among themselves, the losses will be the greatest.

All of Granmani's emotions seemed to be concentrated in his feelings for Cinsou. Every time he mentioned her, his emotions would fluctuate violently, and in severe cases, he would even cough up blood.

During the examination, his body was indeed found to have unexplained symptoms, which would occur at intervals. It was suspected to be some kind of toxin. The organization was unable to solve the problem for the time being and could only develop a temporary antidote to suppress it.

For now, Gin only gives him occasional verbal stimulation to help him adapt in advance, but now it seems that it will be a long time before the two of them can meet.

Chiyodani Toru lowered his head, leaning quietly against the sunny window. He involuntarily clasped his arms tightly, squeezing them so hard that his fingertips turned white.

"……clear."

The two reluctant words brought a brief break to the conversation.

For a moment, the car fell silent again.

The location of their mission this time is in Toriya Town, which is about a fifteen-minute drive away. Gin doesn't talk much on weekdays, but when he meets Granmani, he can't help but say a few more words.

He classified this as a normal reaction to the sanctimonious mask, and even often called him the "Star of Justice".

So, within a few brief minutes, he asked again: "What do you think of your past self?"

The black-haired young man was a little slow to react. He raised his head a little slowly and asked in confusion, "Do you need any opinion?"

Gin had a playful expression on his face. He nonchalantly watched the traffic police not far away busy directing traffic, stopping suspicious people from time to time to check them, without any tension as a criminal.

"It should be quite new for you to immerse yourself in your original emotions again."

Just like a color-blind person suddenly seeing colors, only to be deprived of them again, the strong emotions belonging to Chiyodani Toru are a time bomb that the organization cannot let go of.

But when this layer of memory is covered with a veil, even the person involved may not be able to explain whether he or she would still want to see the person a second time.

At least during this month, Chiyodani Toru not only showed no thoughts of resistance, but he even mastered the missions faster than the average member and killed people cleanly and efficiently. However, he was obsessed with bombings, which really consumed the organization's funds.

Not knowing that Gin had already started to worry about the organization's funding, Chiyodani Toru changed his sitting position, leaning back in the chair more comfortably, his right hand resting loosely on his left arm, his mind unconsciously passing over his heart.

“Boring and weak, and even a complete waste of time.”

He used very bad words to criticize his past self, but when he thought of those scenes together, he felt his heart suddenly twitch.

"Gin, is there an organization's base nearby?" He asked suddenly, his face turning pale.

The silver-haired killer was once again stopped by an unfortunate red light. He touched his cigarette irritably and said, "No!"

The black-haired young man closed his eyes slightly and kept the same position without moving. His hands were clenched tighter, and his originally pale lower lip was bitten to reveal a trace of blood. It was then gently pursed back, leaving a bright red that seemed to be burning.

"I..." His voice was a little hoarse. Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but frowned and coughed lightly.

"If you want to go back to the base, I won't take you there." Gin stared at the jumping numbers on the red light and the traffic police in front of him, but didn't pay attention to the situation behind him.

"Also, you don't look like you're 'bored' - do those people have such a big impact on you? If you can't handle it, you can report their names. It's easy to kill a few police cadets."

The Silver Sand Killer showed his contempt for the police to the fullest, and in his words he proposed a more favorable option to the young man behind him.

Chiyodani Toru's words were interrupted, and his thoughts were distracted by Gin for a moment.

Can you name the guys who had an impact on his mood?

If it weren't for their influence, his emotions wouldn't have been out of control for a short time, and he wouldn't have to put on a false smile to clean up when it wasn't his turn. In other words...

Thinking of how he involuntarily went forward to catch Morobushi Kagemitsu, Chiyodani Toru felt even worse.

He went over the names of the five people in his mind and said, "It does have some influence. The names... cough cough cough!"

The uncontrollable cough finally broke through the seal of lips and teeth, and was particularly clear in the quiet car.

The black-haired young man subconsciously reached out and covered his lips tightly. Blood oozed out from the gaps between his fingers, slid down his pale fingers, and dyed the originally clean bandage a bright red. He tried to breathe deeply, but could only bend down in a wolfish manner to avoid being choked by himself.

A faint smell of blood spread and soon became strong. To the killer's nose, which had been exposed to blood for many years, it felt like being tickled by a feather stick. It was incredibly sensitive.

The light had turned green at this moment, but Gin had no intention of driving. He turned around in surprise and found a bloody palm print on the pillow of his passenger seat.

You know, washing a car is not only time-consuming and laborious, but also very expensive.

"Where are your medicine?!" The silver-haired killer's tone rarely showed a noticeable change.

The familiar pain arose at this moment, and it seemed so strange, as if someone was trying his best to stop something.

Chiyodani Toru tried hard to suppress his cough, and when he raised his head slightly, he seemed to accidentally smear all the blood on the seat.

"Ahem, I didn't bring any." The young man looked pale and seemed to be about to pass out, but he remained calm. He said calmly, "That's why I wanted to ask if there is a base nearby."

Gin's eyes were already filled with cold murderous intent. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into Chiyodani Toru's black eyes, which were watery due to his coughing, trying to find any flaws in them to prove that this was not an accident.

But soon, there was a knock on the car window.

The fact that no vehicle was moving under the green light had already attracted the attention of the traffic police on the opposite side.

"Sir, please open the window. You are breaking the rules."

The young female police officer held the car window, looking stubborn and refusing to leave unless the car was opened. The murderous intent in Gin's eyes had not yet subsided, and he said coldly, "Get down!"

"Ahem, that's not necessary." Chiyodani Toru used his elbow to push the hair on his forehead back, and said softly while enduring the pain, "Anyone can smell such a strong smell of blood."

"And you're sure you can handle the police?"

Seeing another streak of blood on the seat, Gin's face turned even darker.

"Just open the window and I'll explain." The black-haired young man said concisely, "Constrain your murderous aura."

"I hope you won't affect today's mission." The silver-haired killer said coldly, rolled down the car window, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked like he refused to pay any attention.

"Sir!" the traffic policeman said directly, "It is illegal to drive without following the traffic signal lights. If there is any accident..."

"Ahem, officer, it's my problem."

A weak voice came from behind, and the traffic police looked over subconsciously, almost dropping the notebook in his hand out of fright.

The black-haired young man weakly supported the back of the chair with one hand and placed his other hand on his shoulder somewhat powerlessly, as if the bandage had been dyed red by the still hot blood.

He raised his head and forced a faint smile with difficulty, beads of sweat were clearly visible on his forehead, and he looked like he was struggling on the brink of death.

But this appearance...

"Chiyotani-kun?" the traffic policeman blurted out, somewhat astonished, "Why is it you?!"

"Do you know me?"

The traffic policeman said awkwardly: "Ah, this... everyone has passed it on--"

After all, this area still belongs to Tokyo, and the Traffic Division and the Metropolitan Police Department are located in the same office. Naturally, the news that there is a student in this police academy who is particularly good at solving cases and is also good-looking was spread.

"What's going on now?" She asked in surprise, "Who is this..."

Chiyodani Toru struggled to maintain his usual smile, and with a weak look, he slightly lowered his eyes, which were difficult to control, and said, "I was robbed on the road just now. My old injury hasn't healed yet, so I was careless just now..."

He coughed twice before he finished speaking, but the traffic police understood what he meant immediately and said nervously, "Is that so? So this gentleman didn't go out when the light turned green because he was scared by your injuries?"

"Yes, this gentleman is..." Chiyodani Toru glanced at Gin, who was sitting in the driver's seat with a cold and indifferent expression. He couldn't tell that he was a kind person, so he made a detour and said, "It's like this, this gentleman was the victim of the robbery at that time."

Gin's fingers that were tapping his elbow suddenly paused.

"He's a little bad at speaking." Chiyotani Toru coughed twice, "But he's passionate about justice, so he took the initiative to send me to the hospital..."

The black-haired young man seemed to be in even more pain, and his voice became lower and lower. The traffic police lady did not dare to delay, for fear that something might have happened to Chiyodani Toru.

"Then don't take any more notes. Go to the hospital first and we can catch up later!"

"Do you want me to lead the way with a police motorcycle?"

It was impossible for the two of them to really go to the hospital. Chiyodani Toru shook his head and said firmly: "We can go there by ourselves. Thank you for your help."

The traffic police lady hurriedly tore off the ticket and stuffed it into the car, looking at the silver-haired man in the driver's seat.

He was indeed gloomy, cold, and taciturn. I never thought that such a tall and strong man would be robbed...

"No trouble, no trouble." The traffic police lady said repeatedly, "Then please drive safely, and thank this enthusiastic and righteous comrade!"

She waved her hand, picked up the whistle on her chest, and quickly walked back to her original post to carry out her mission.

At this time, the red light has already jumped once more and the green light is about to come on.

The silver-haired killer who was "not good at speaking but passionate about justice" opened his dark green eyes, and the veins on his hands holding the steering wheel bulged. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger at the lame excuse...

"Well, my acting skills shouldn't be that bad, right?"

Once again imitating his past self to get away with it, the black-haired young man didn't realize there was anything wrong with his words just now. He urged Gin expressionlessly: "I can't die for the time being, I hope you can move quickly."

The sharpness and coldness around Gin suddenly exploded, and he said coldly: "If you don't want to die, shut up!"