Chapter 129

The system's words were simple, but it took Gong Ye Shengliang several times longer to digest and understand them. His heart was not as calm as his appearance, and his throat seemed to be filled with cotton wool.

The person in the mirror had a blank expression with a hint of confusion, and a hint of horror in the confusion.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up.

"The last time I saw it in the hotel——"

Kono Seiryoshi's voice froze, and he felt his fingertips go numb. "The illusion that Mr. Mukuro mentioned...?"

[Yes,] the light ball prayed for him with a heavy heart, [It is him without a doubt.]

“…”

Now he didn't know what to say.

“…I see.”

Gongye Shengliang held his forehead in pain, and for a moment he didn't even dare to look at himself in the mirror. His heart was beating wildly, and the only sound in his ears was the thumping noise.

After a while, he murmured, "...No wonder they are different from what I remember."

Whether it was Chuuya, or the people he saw after waking up, Keimitsu and Rei, his feelings towards them had changed slightly.

To him it seemed like it happened just a few days ago, but to them it was a long time ago.

[Four years and three years respectively.] The light ball took the initiative to answer: [In an easy-to-understand way, it is now the first year of the main storyline.]

[Of course, it's all trouble for the system. But for humans, it should be a blessing to be able to avoid the ending of separation of life and death.]

It paused for two seconds, and then spoke out its inner doubts: [Contractor, why do you look unhappy?]

Kono Seiryoshi shook his head and sighed softly: "I am happy."

But after the initial shock and joy, his "happiness" was immediately engulfed by a heavy gloom.

The emergence of the system has answered his original doubts very well. In this case, he doesn't need to stay here any longer.

As for what identity and expression he should use when facing the two people outside the bathroom, he was still a little confused.

Light Ball: [The integration period is very unstable, especially for those who are related to the cornerstone.]

[Run away quickly——Uh, it seems like we can’t run away, so let’s stabilize them first!]

Kono Seiryoshi noticed its heavy tone and thought for a moment: "Do I need to do anything?" For example, notify other ring owners or something - I heard that Stand users will be attracted to each other, I wonder if people from the other world will be the same.

[No need.] The light ball lit up an electronic cigarette, [According to my experience, you don’t have to do anything.]

"?"

[Ah, I won't bother you, don't worry.]

"???"

[Oops, someone's coming——Damn it, I'm rooting for you, come on Contractor!]

"???"

Before the first word of "wait a minute" could be uttered, the system really went offline in a hurry, as if there was a monster chasing and chopping it from behind.

However, Gongye Shengliang had no time to call it back at the moment. Even though his body was tense and in a defensive state, he still broke out in a cold sweat when his neck, such a vital part, was suddenly pinched.

His waist hit the cold porcelain edge of the sink, causing a dull pain. He was trapped in a narrow area, and his arms were also grabbed.

The force was so strong that it could crush everything. It was truly a meeting between two enemies.

He was too close, and the pungent smell of cigarettes instantly enveloped him, making him feel nauseous.

The rough, slightly cold hand was still across his neck. Gongye Shengliang knew he couldn't win, so he just turned his head away and frowned, "Didn't I remind you that the smell of cigarettes on your body can easily expose you?"

Hearing his voice, the man did not let go of her hand. His cold green eyes narrowed slightly under his long silver hair.

"I was wondering why it took so long to solve the problem," he said in that familiar sarcastic tone, "it turns out they caught the real thing."

"Why, you didn't get killed by the explosion, so you want to hide in a safe house and die in a different way?"

Gin lifted his eyelids and pressed his slightly longer index and middle fingers roughly against his jaw.

Kono Seiryoshi was forced to raise his chin and meet the eyes of the shadow reflected in the mirror.

He saw himself being strangled in a very passive state, and the chilling smile on Gin's lips.

It is not known whether Gin did this to embarrass him or what, but Kimiya Seira was very calm in his heart and felt that his action of not resisting was both wise and timely.

Gin is a very narrow-minded person.

"You found all of this, that's pretty amazing." He complimented without really meaning it, and when he saw the flash of disgust in Gin's eyes, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and said, "Didn't you meet anyone else on the way?"

Gin glanced at him and said, "What do you want to know? The whereabouts of Bourbon and Scotland?"

The killer sneered, "They were found to have identity problems and thrown into Tokyo Bay. They would have been eaten clean by fish long ago."

"You--uh!"

Of course, it was not so easy for Kono Seiryoshi to believe Gin's words, but before he could open his mouth, the silver-haired man in the mirror suddenly looked cold, and he grabbed his waist and roughly turned him to face him.

The bridge of his nose hit the hard shoulder bone through his coat, and the sour feeling rushed to his head, and he almost burst into rational tears.

The door panel that was originally locked was smashed open from the outside with a "bang". It seemed that Gin noticed something in advance.

"You have a deep prejudice against me and Scotland." The visitor chuckled briefly, with the unique low tone of bourbon whiskey. "But gin, this seems to have nothing to do with you."

Hearing the familiar voice, Kono Seiryoshi struggled subconsciously and tried to push the other person's wrist away, but was caught and carelessly stuffed into his arms.

The instigator was tall and broad-shouldered, and he was completely blocked, with only a few strands of hair showing, which were the same color as Gin's long silver hair.

Bourbon had a nonchalant smile on his face, and the tenderness in his eyes was instantly replaced by coldness when he saw the person he missed day and night being forcibly imprisoned in Gin's arms.

His brows wrinkled and then smoothed, as if he automatically ignored Gin, and he slowed down his voice very patiently: "The bathroom doesn't have heating on, and the lock is broken. Let's go out first." As he said this, he was about to reach out to pull someone out.

Just as he got a few centimeters closer, Gin's contemptuous and murderous gaze shot straight at him.

Fūya Rei had a half-smile on his face, but his eyes were equally cold.

The bathroom was actually spacious enough, but in the tense atmosphere, even the air seemed cramped and stagnant.

Kono Seiryoshi: ...

He was literally speechless.

But as things stand, Bourbon and Scotland should have gained a firm foothold in the organization during his absence.

To be able to gain a place in such an organization as an undercover agent, one must have put in a lot of hard work that is invisible to others, and also given up a lot.

But Gin's temper remains the same as always. Vodka has worked hard for him over the years.

The light was blinding, and Kono Seiryoshi closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, using his full determination to push away the obstacle.

This time it went smoothly, probably because Gin loosened his hand on his own initiative. The silver-haired man took a half step back, but his tall shadow still enveloped him. Under the shadow, his unhappy eyes were full of threats.

Gongye Shengliang took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell with a greater amplitude. His palms were still pressed tightly on the porcelain surface of the sink. The cool temperature allowed his brain to quickly and calmly analyze the situation in front of him.

Although I have a lot to say...

He sighed and looked up at Furuya Rei. He was unexpectedly calm, while the latter had a hint of panic in his eyes.

The blond young man seemed to want to say something, but he stopped by shaking his head gently.

Kono Seiryoshi walked out of the bathroom and took the initiative to approach Furukaya Rei as they passed by each other, and their fingers touched.

"Sorry." He inadvertently drew a "0" and smiled at the stunned young man. "See you next time, Bourbon."

…

…

After not seeing the sky outside for a long time, Gongye Shengliang turned around and was about to take a look at the safe house where he had stayed for several days when a package suddenly hit him.

When he picked it up, he saw that it contained a set of clothes. It was still not his original clothes, but the size was still suitable.

He guessed that the nanny had prepared it as vodka, and when he put the clothes away, a box of something fell out from the interlayer of the package.

Gongye Shengliang choked.

Vodka was quite... thoughtful. He prepared some cookies for him to fill his stomach, but the style of the butter almond cookies didn't quite match the Black Organization.

"Get in the car."

Gin was already standing next to a dark car, calling him impatiently.

"……oh."

Kono Seiyoshi put the biscuits back into the package.

When he opened the car door and got into the back seat out of habit, he suddenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

——Wait, why is Gin in the driver's seat and why is there such a big bottle of vodka?

The organization's work is quite dangerous, but even if Vodka unfortunately dies in the line of duty, Gin will find another little brother to drive the car, right?

Gongye Shengliang was silent for a while and clasped his hands together in his heart.

Whether it is true or not, let’s send blessings to the distant vodka first.

The Porsche was driving on the empty road, and the sky darkened quickly in the evening. The interior of the car also darkened, and there was silence except for the sound of the engine.

Kono Seiryoshi hadn't eaten today, and when he saw the biscuits, he felt his stomach was empty and uncomfortable.

He was careful enough, but the sound of unwrapping the cookie was still obvious. The light was too dim, and he couldn't see clearly whether Gin glanced back.

It seems impolite to eat in someone else's car.

Kono Seiryoshi thought for a moment, turned the biscuit in his hand around, and offered it to the front seat as a bribe, "Would you like to try it?"

One should remember the person who dug the well when drinking water. Although Vodka is not here, it is a token of filial piety to pay tribute to his beloved elder brother.

By the way, check if there is any problem with the food.

But he felt that a cold-blooded killer like Gin wouldn't like cream biscuits.

"hiss!"

Gin really didn't seem to like it, but he took it anyway to avoid being disgusted. The man simply pulled his hand forward and bit it without even looking at it.

At that moment, Kono Seiryoshi empathized with every cookie that was destined to be chewed and swallowed.

The biscuit rolled down alone, and when Gin slowly let go of his hand, a circle of teeth marks had been left on his white knuckles. He lowered his eyes to look at the negligible blood seeping out from between the teeth marks, and his irritable mood not only did not ease, but became even more intense.

Kono Seiryoshi could not see the gloom in his eyes, and his heart was filled with a sentence - Damn! How terrible, Gin ate people!

Is it too late to jump out of the car now?!

He pulled his hand back with great effort, stared out the window and tried to change the subject: "I haven't seen this place before. Is this a new base?"

He was almost lying with his eyes open. He was not very familiar with any base of the organization.

Gin's gaze paused for a moment, then he retracted it and said calmly, "This is a no-man's land, so it's convenient for some transactions."

Kono Seiryoshi thought the phrase sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before: "In Japan?"

"Tokyo Bay, Kanto Southeast Port, designated area by government decree."

"—Yokohama."

Gin was just saying it casually, but when he glanced over, he suddenly found something interesting.

He raised his eyebrows, staring at the man's gradually paler face in the rearview mirror, and said with a certain evil interest in his voice: "Have you been here?"

“…”

Kono Seiryoshi did not answer.

The word "Yokohama" seemed to have triggered a switch. The smell of expensive cigars, high-quality leather, and the lingering smell of blood and gunpowder on Gin's body, which he had previously ignored, suddenly burst out at this moment, making him dizzy.

He covered his mouth with one hand and pressed his abdomen harder and harder with the other.

It was no use. My internal organs were contracting and spasming, and the feeling of nausea was still rising up in my throat in waves.

Vague and weak syllables emerged from between his fingers: "Can you... drive a little slower?"

Kono Seiryoshi pleaded with tears in his eyes.

The other half of the sentence I dare not say is.

——I feel like vomiting.