Chapter 87

They are very familiar with each other, Morofushi Jingguang thought.

Even though they restrained their conversation due to his presence and did not mention their past together, Matsuda's familiar tone at the beginning and the soft tone that Shengjiu unconsciously revealed all revealed this fact.

Putting aside how Matsuda was connected to the members of the organization, there was another matter that forced Morobushi Kagemitsu to be on high alert.

He disobeyed Shirley's initial warnings several times today. On the one hand, he did it intentionally to test the intelligence, and on the other hand... he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his behavior seemed to be condoned.

Even though the other party refused, his attitude was not strong, hiding his hesitation. In comparison, he, as the lower-ranking person, was more powerful.

Morofushi Jingguang didn't know why Shengjiu's personality was inconsistent with what he had learned before, but he was keenly aware that tonight was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The apartment was spacious and designed in the most minimalist style, except for the bedroom and bathroom doors which were locked. Perhaps the reason why Shirley warned him was hidden inside.

As soon as he came in, he noticed that every place here was very clean. Even the bathroom, which was most likely to have fingerprints and hair, looked like brand new, with all traces of use cleaned up.

The environmental requirements were so strict that Morofushi Jingguang had no intention of taking the risk of tampering with the room under the nose of the owner of the room.

But the sudden power outage and Shengjiu's sudden blindness for unknown reasons made him change his mind.

——The decorative rivets on the belt are actually □□, which he uses in case of emergency.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's palms were covered with sweat.

At this moment, he only needed to lower his head slightly to meet Shengjiu's eyes.

The young man heard what he just said, but seemed not to understand, with a confused look on his face: "What... did you say?"

Morofushi Kagemitsu repeated his words.

"You don't look very well," he said gently, extending his hand, "Let me help you go in and rest."

Shengjiu was still looking at him, his figure was clearly reflected in her dark eyes, but it was gradually replaced by another emotion that he could not understand.

When he was only two or three centimeters away from grasping the wrist of the Holy Wine, the latter suddenly raised his hand and dodged.

It's hard to tell which part of the facial features has changed, but the atmosphere has definitely changed.

If the young man had a barely perceptible smile on his face when he was talking to Matsuda just now, now he seemed to have completely abandoned that rare softness and intelligence, and his invisible eyes were stained with an inorganic and cold color.

Morofushi Kagemitsu's hand stopped in mid-air, and his muscles tensed up reflexively.

…He seemed to have made a wrong decision.

"Scotch, you may have misunderstood something."

Shengjiu changed his posture and leaned against the door panel, tilting his head to look in his direction, his light and faint voice was as ethereal as the mist after the rain.

The elusive coolness seeps into the lungs bit by bit like mist along with the breath.

"Did anyone mislead you? Just because I allow you to stay with me doesn't mean you have the right to interfere with me."

"That's why I don't like using codenames. Gin, you, or the other crazy guys in the action team who don't understand orders. Aren't they a little too smart?"

“…”

Zhufu Jingguang withdrew his hand, his little finger was so stiff that he could hardly bend it: "…I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."

After a moment of stagnation, Shengjiu seemed to have realized something and smiled slightly. Others could not tell from this smile whether he was in a good or bad mood, they could only hear him cajoling his prey to give a satisfactory answer:

"Scotch, who are you listening to, Gin or me?"

A very simple and fatal question.

Zhufu Jingguang couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Was he asked to choose between Gin and Shengjiu to show his loyalty? Sure enough, he still had a grudge for what happened in the afternoon.

On one side is the organization's ruthless and authoritarian top killer, and on the other side is a researcher who seems to have no real power. It goes without saying which side will benefit him more.

After a while, he heard his own dry voice.

His response was, "It's you, Vin."

The corners of Shengjiu's lips rose slightly, and he reached out and grabbed his clothes.

The symptoms of blindness still existed, so he could only judge by touch. His fingers brushed against his face, and Morobu Kagemitsu was shocked by the cold body temperature that did not belong to him.

"Get the reagents from the refrigerator. Also, get a few extra syringes."

Zhufu Jingguang learned the lesson and obeyed silently without asking the purpose of the extra syringes, but he soon saw it with his own eyes.

The pale blue pulse was not obvious on the fair inner side of the arm, and the blood vessels were not full enough, so even experienced medical staff had to work hard to treat it.

The trust relationship that had just been established was still very weak. Shengjiu had no intention of asking him for help from the beginning. He held the syringe and tried to find the location of the blood vessel awkwardly. One mistake and the needle scratched the thin skin, and a series of blood beads soon appeared from the scratch.

He lowered his head expressionlessly and changed the syringe, repeating the simplest trial and error experiment until he injected the medicine into the last syringe.

The initial drops of blood had already solidified, spreading among the crisscrossing scars and hidden by the drooping white sleeves.

From the moment he fiddled with the first syringe, Morofushi Jingguang never uttered a word, but perhaps because his vision had recovered, Shengjiu looked at his position without missing a beat.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The white-haired young man's lips curved up into a smile that was completely different from the one he showed to the police officer during the same conversation.

As if he was rewarding Morobushi Kagemitsu for his obedience, he said:

"The key to the upper floor is in the second vase in the entrance hall. Don't go back until the rain stops."

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The apartment returned to its deserted state, and the sound of rain outside seemed to have quietened down a bit.

Kono Seiryoshi blinked twice, and his vision slowly returned, with the vague outline of the ceiling becoming clearer.

Then he took a deep breath, hugged the pillow, and buried his face in it in a desperate attempt to suffocate himself.

The light ball flapped its wings excitedly in the consciousness space: [Contractor, have you been studying acting behind my back? You were so amazing just now! Didn’t you see the expression on Scotland’s face when he left the room——]

In sharp contrast to the excitement of the system, Kono Seiryoshi shrank into a gray ball, feeling depressed: "It's okay, I'm acting like myself."

The wings of the light ball were stuck in mid-air, and it uttered: "Too humble! We are still allowed to be proud in this situation."

"Shengjiu is just like this," Kono Seiryoshi said with a headache, "I was too careless before."

Treating people as tools without emotion, saying scary things with a smile, and doing secret experiments on himself - isn't this a completely flag-filled villain setting? What on earth happened to make it like this?

The light ball came over and nudged him: [But didn’t you still leave Scotland behind?]

Kono Seiryoshi: “That’s because—”

Because I felt that I had overacted in the previous part, it was a bit too vicious, and I wanted to make up for it.

However, it seems to have had the opposite effect.

Although he couldn't see Morobushi Jingguang's expression, he could already sense the skyrocketing hostility from the coordinates that were red enough to almost drip blood.

He sighed, then suddenly remembered something and looked at his arm.

...It's a bit tragic. Should we train them to give injections blindfolded in the future?

Kono Seiryoshi tried to adjust the pain back to normal, but couldn't help but take a breath of cool air, and adjusted it to the lowest level again.

He couldn't waste another dose of medicine just because of these needle holes, so he put his arm beside the pillow, not daring to move, and tugged at the quilt.

Staring at the ceiling, he murmured to himself, "Good night."

Wish you a sweet dream.