Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Dry your hair, this is advice...
twenty one
Mo Shiyu was almost crying.
It feels good to talk nonsense for a while, but now it's time to regret it.
"Officer Hagiwara, and..."
Jinpei Matsuda gave his name clearly and concisely.
"And Officer Matsuda."
Mo Shiyu took over and was surrounded by two police officers. He really felt like he was already in jail.
The young prisoner confessed his guilt quickly. "No one beat me, and no one forced me. I said those things... only because that person wanted to leave without paying, and I didn't want to go back without getting anything..."
Hagiwara Kenji took a deep breath and said slowly, "What Xiaoshiyu means is that you are pretending?"
Mo Shiyu: "...I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again."
"I don't understand." Hearing his answer, Hagiwara Kenji's brows tightened even further. "Don't tell me that your anticipation of buying yourself new clothes that day was fake. You were clearly preparing for a possible new life. Why did you come to a place like this?"
Mo Shiyu lowered his head. "I know, Officer Hagiwara. I regret it now, too."
He portrayed himself as a reckless, shallow, and ignorant college student, explaining it with regret.
"Because I'm about to go to college, I wanted to do something I've never done before. I met a middleman on the street, and he recommended that I try this, saying I could make a lot of money. I wanted to try something new, so I didn't refuse..."
"And then he almost lost his life." Hagiwara Kenji added with a smile, "What was the middleman's name?"
"I don't know his name, I only know his code name is Youzi. We only communicate through SNS." Mo Shiyu sold out the PC dealer that Fujiwara Kiyoshi often contacted without hesitation. Anyway, these were things that the police could find out later, so there was no need to hide them.
The identity the organization gave to Mo Shiyu was a silly young man who was deceived by Youzi. Even if the police investigated, they would find that the identity matched.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard the rustling sound of clothes. He looked up and saw Hagiwara Kenji squatting down, with his semi-long black hair piled on his slender neck, looking up at him from bottom to top.
The deep purple eyes were looking at him from a close distance. Mo Shiyu subconsciously avoided the gaze, but the next second, the police officer suddenly raised his hand and pressed the back of Mo Shiyu's head, pressing Mo Shiyu's face towards himself.
"I'm trying to find something new." Hagiwara Kenji maintained this posture, speaking softly, word by word, a rage never before seen in his purple eyes. "I'm sorry. I feel that words alone may not be enough to make you realize how dangerous these three words are."
Mo Shiyu's pupils narrowed slightly.
"There are so many new things. But if you don't know how to distinguish them, your life may be ruined."
There was something very attractive about the gray-haired young man in front of him, and it was probably this quality that made it difficult for the police officer to let him go.
He is too easy to be targeted by bad guys. If he is not more vigilant, he may easily end up in an irretrievable situation.
"Don't trust anyone easily, whether they're strangers or acquaintances. Anything new could be a conspiracy against you. You were lucky this time and ran into the police, but what about next time?"
"...I understand." Mo Shiyu tried his best to close his eyes.
Only then did Kenji Hagiwara let him go. Mo Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, his body seemed to relax, and he tilted his head back, looking at the air.
Jinpei Matsuda did not participate in Hagiwara Kenji's small educational class. He just stared at Mo Shiyu's expression.
The young man's face was covered with sweat, his lips were slightly pursed, and his smoky gray pupils were slightly narrowed.
He looked nervous.
…
From the beginning, every word he said and every expression he showed was indeed that of an ignorant and flustered college student, but on the contrary, his logic was unusually clear, and he explained the cause and effect clearly in just a few words.
Talking to him was much easier than talking to most victims who were frightened and spoke incoherently.
You don't even need to organize it, just condense it into a statement report.
How strange. Matsuda Jinpei thought, logical ability is nothing special. All he can say is that he might be a detective, a scientist, or something like that.
However, the young man seemed to be guiding the police to ask the questions he wanted answered.
A person of his temperament, he projects the image of a college student who loves excitement and is easily gullible. This is simply telling the police that if you don't remind me and educate me, you will see me in another case next time.
So this conversation happened naturally.
Was he overthinking it? Was the young man lying?
When Matsuda Jinpei thought of this, he suddenly recalled what Hagiwara Kenji said to him hesitantly after he came back from meeting this young man last time.
"When he introduced himself, he seemed to have forgotten his name and was distracted for a few seconds before he realized it. Like... a trauma reaction."
Will he really be beaten?
Matsuda Jinpei felt that he had better not completely believe what the young man had just said. His words were so smooth and perfect, as if a machine had been fed with instructions.
He raised his eyes to glance at Mo Shiyu. Mo Shiyu didn't look at them, but just tilted his head to look at the air.
The body is tense.
Jinpei Matsuda narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned.
——
After arriving at the hospital, not only Mo Shiyu, but all three of them were taken under guard for examination.
"Some of the people who were brought in just now thought they were pigs. We need to check whether there are any hallucinogenic reactions caused by drug residues." The doctor said seriously.
"I don't think it's caused by something so scientific..."
Jinpei Matsuda said lazily.
"Otherwise, could it be a superpower?"
Matsuda Jinpei nodded seriously, "About the same."
The doctor waved his hand coldly, "This illness is serious. Send him for examination first!"
Matsuda Jinpei: “???”
Mo Shiyu looked at the black curly-haired police officer who was protesting loudly and couldn't help laughing.
Hagiwara Kenji also had a smile on his face. After a while, he said softly, "Xiaoshiyu, I haven't asked you yet, which university are you going to?"
Mo Shiyu told him the name of the university.
"Well," Hagiwara Kenji saw the nurses coming to call them. Before leaving, he tore a piece of paper, wrote a string of numbers, and stuffed it into Mo Shiyu's hand.
"If you have any difficulties or need help, please call me. I wish you good luck in your enrollment in advance."
Mo Shiyu was slightly startled and reached out to take the note.
These words inexplicably made him feel as if he had just woken up.
Perhaps he realized that his lies did not fool the two people in front of him. They did not believe his "I volunteered" theory at all.
When Hagiwara Kenji reached the end of the corridor, he couldn't help but look back.
The young man sat on a chair with his eyes downcast, his hair hanging down, and his long eyelashes covering his gray eyes.
When he didn't make any expression, the gloom between his brows would emerge from the smoky gray.
Kenji Hagiwara watched him tug at the black choker around his neck, pull it off, hold it in his hand, and his pupils focused on it for a long time.
***
He didn't stay in the hospital for long. After all, Mo Shiyu had no injuries on his body. The doctor gave him a general examination and let him go after finding no problems.
Mo Shiyu walked a few streets and took a detour to make sure that no one was following him before he found a telephone booth and called Gin.
The phone was connected, and Gin's voice soon rang out, "Valentine. Where are you?"
Mo Shiyu looked back at the road sign. "I'm at Beihu Central Hospital."
"The mission was not completed. I was there when the police came to arrest Fujiwara Kiyoshi. Fortunately, they treated me as a victim and did not suspect the organization. I have now left."
Gin hummed, "I'll tell you the details when I get back."
"Okay." Mo Shiyu hung up the phone, called a taxi, and returned to his temporary hotel.
When he opened the door, the curtains in the room were drawn and it was as dark as night. He saw Gin sitting in the shadow of the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, a few wisps of long silver hair showing under his black hat, and his legs crossed under his long trench coat.
He was alone, and the vodka didn't seem to be here.
Mo Shiyu didn't even bother to think about how Gin got into his room without a room card. He never had any secrets in front of this person.
After he closed the door, he took off his clothes that were wet, stuffy, damp and bloody, threw his coat on the ground, raised his hand to tie up his long hair, and when he unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, he remembered to ask politely.
"Mind if I change my clothes?"
Gin looked at him expressionlessly, "Go to the bathroom. Take another shower."
Mo Shiyu was surprised and asked, "Are you free?"
"I'll give you five minutes."
"...No, Gin, you have long hair too. Let's put ourselves in your shoes. Is it reasonable to only give you 5 minutes to shower?"
Gin glanced down at his watch, "4 minutes and 50 seconds."
Mo Shiyu turned around and went into the bathroom without saying a word.
Before entering the bathroom, he always felt that the scene just now was inexplicably familiar.
Oh, yes, he remembered.
Three years ago, he had just escaped from the doctor's laboratory, joined the organization and received training from the organization.
During that period, he often couldn't wait to take off his sweat-soaked clothes as soon as he got home, and couldn't bear to go into the bathroom.
One day, Gin came back from a mission and happened to meet him coming out of the shower. He was face to face with him across the dirty clothes on the floor.
At that time, Mo Shiyu actually sensed restraint, disgust, and the desire to kill from the eyes of the relatively young silver-haired killer in just a few seconds. The memory is still fresh in his mind.
In the end, he was held at gunpoint by the killer and forced to wipe the floor three times with a wet towel. He was only reluctantly let go after he swore that he would never be so sloppy again.
If Gin still had some humanity back then, now he seems to be filled with only indifference.
When did it start?
Until Mo Shiyu came out of the shower, he still hadn't figured out the answer to this question.
However, he still subconsciously picked up the dirty clothes on the ground, folded them and put them in the laundry basket - Mo Shiyu still liked to throw clothes everywhere, but he developed a good habit of destroying evidence.
Normally he wouldn't be discovered again unless Gin was watching him take a shower, like now.
Gin simply didn't mean to argue with him. He stared at Mo Shiyu with his clueless green eyes and said directly, "Let's go back to the organization."
Mo Shiyu turned around and looked at him, "What are you doing?"
Gin walked over to him, took a dry towel and threw it on his head, "You failed the mission, you have to go to the punishment room once."
Mo Shiyu hummed, took off the towel, looked down, and then looked up at him.
"There's such a huge flaw in the intelligence. Whoever takes this mission will be in trouble. Can I apply to go and trouble the intelligence team first?"
He cried wolf and shifted the blame with a clear conscience.
"You don't need to apply, they've already gone in," said Gin.
Mo Shiyu suddenly raised his eyebrows.
The silver-haired killer turned and left, leaving only one sentence.
"Dry your hair, that's the advice."
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