Chapter 917 Gin's Story: You're the Little Liar
01 After leaving this world.
The core of that missing world suddenly reappeared.
It brought the main storyline back to its original path.
As a result, the signs that "Chino Chitake" once lived here seem to have been erased.
Even everyone's memories.
It's unclear whether this was done by the world's core for the sake of the world, or by the world's consciousness for its own protection.
However... the traces were not completely erased.
They'll eventually notice something's wrong.
Kurosawa Jin, a member of the Black Organization, and Gin are among them.
After the meeting, Gin habitually went to the liquor cabinet to get a bottle of wine, only to find another identical cabinet next to it, but instead of wine, it contained...
Why is there lemon tea here?
The light was almost completely blocked by his hat, and the man's face was dark, his voice low and cold.
"this……"
Vodka was also somewhat at a loss for words, as he had no recollection of anyone in the organization who liked lemon tea. Moreover, this was a safe house assigned to his older brother by the Boss; hardly anyone ever came here, let alone replaced all the liquor in the cabinet with this drink.
Gin clicked his tongue, took a bottle of wine, and sat back down on the sofa. He tried to open the bottle but couldn't find a corkscrew, so he frowned.
Who is playing this prank?
Vodka finally found the bottle opener that had been deliberately taped under the table, but his older brother suddenly lost his appetite for drinking.
Gin glanced at the newspaper for a while, but for some reason couldn't concentrate, and suddenly asked, "Why is it so quiet today?"
Vodka paused for a moment upon hearing this, then cautiously replied, "Isn't it always this quiet?"
In fact, after Gin finished speaking, he frowned. He threw the newspaper on the table with a hint of annoyance, reached into his pocket to get a cigarette, but his fingertips touched something else.
He took it out and saw that it was a white mechanical butterfly.
A sinister glint flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously thought it was a transmitter or something, but after examining it, he found that it was indeed just an ordinary toy mechanical butterfly.
Looking at the three-centimeter-sized mechanical butterfly, the thought of throwing it away inexplicably disappeared. Without changing his expression, he put the butterfly back into his pocket and then stood up.
"Vodka, let's go."
"Okay, big brother."
Vodka hurriedly got up and followed, carefully putting the same white mechanical butterfly back into his pocket.
...
Gin has been feeling very strange lately; there's an odd feeling that something is off about everything.
No one dared to play pranks in the organization's safe house, but all the pranks they discovered were actually planned in advance.
It's absolutely impossible for outsiders to have broken in, not to mention that Gin always felt that the guys who committed these pranks were extremely familiar with them.
He discovered this and then began to investigate in secret.
He discovered the knife, its bloodstains dried, hidden deep inside the cabinet.
The bloodstains on the knife belonged to a member who had died long ago, but that didn't matter.
The important thing is the fingerprints left on the handle.
But no matter how we check, we can't find whose fingerprint it is.
There were none, neither from living people nor from people who had already died.
However, the fingerprints on it are very complete.
In other words, there is no one in the world whose fingerprints match this.
Gin had some doubts.
But he hasn't reached the point of questioning the world.
It was just that the world consciousness, which had been overexerted and entered a self-repair phase due to the change of ownership of the world's core, suddenly discovered these details.
However, with His current energy, He simply cannot erase all the traces left by that person.
Moreover, that person's divine power was far greater than His own, and His clone also possessed divine power, so He couldn't simply erase it at will.
Having no other choice, He used His own energy to alter the memories of these key figures, ensuring that person's existence remained in their memories.
After all, He is just a small world. If the characters in that world suddenly become aware of something, the damage to Him would be enormous, and He simply cannot afford to gamble with it.
...
It was night, snow was falling from the sky, and the cold wind was biting.
The silver-haired man, who dressed the same way all year round, leaned against the bridge railing, seemingly oblivious to the cold.
He held a lit cigarette between his teeth, wisps of smoke almost blurring the neon lights.
He took a white mechanical butterfly out of his pocket and looked at it with his eyes down.
Finally, my gaze fell on my wrist, where the scar had long since disappeared.
But there was once a little devil who held his hand and, because of Asti's betrayal, screamed and questioned him in a state of utter despair.
"And what about you! Would you! Would you betray me! Would you leave me!?"
"Liar! They're all liars! I don't believe it!"
Gin clenched his fist, casually tossed the cigarette butt into the snow, clicked his tongue impatiently, and returned to his car.
In the end, only a low, faint voice remained, swallowed by the wind and snow.
"You are the one who is a little liar."
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