Chapter 6 Chapter 6 He saw a strand of loose silver hair..
Shiratori's disguise had no flaws.
Gin scanned Shiratori Midori, making a judgment in his mind.
No—the next second, he retracted his judgment—there were indeed some flaws.
However, these flaws were not significant; even he would have needed a moment to spot them, they were more than enough to deceive an ordinary person.
So, how did that youth discover the flaws?
..
Gin had noticed the youth before.
As Shiratori crossed the road toward the target and walked toward the target's location, the silver-haired youth observed his for a long time.
However, since Shiratori Midori was dressed in a traffic officer's uniform, it wasn't impossible for him to attract the attention of some curious passersby.
Therefore, Gin didn't pay much attention at first either.
He only truly turned his attention toward that youth after the youth began secretly following Shiratori Midori.
It was only when Gin discovered the Blonde-haired youth was deliberately following Shiratori Midori that he truly took notice of him. After observing him closely, he saw that the youth was frowning, his expression filled with doubt.
This reaction..
Although the Blonde-haired youth's stalking was no match for a professional, he certainly had some method to his ways. He acted with caution and avoided recklessness, making his pursuit appear quite legitimate, even carrying a hint of professionalism.
Walking ahead, Shiratori Midori was preoccupied with the Mission, leaving little mental energy to pay attention to his surroundings—Gin gave him a failing grade, noting that he would definitely need extra training once they returned. Furthermore, because he hadn't expected his disguise to be seen through by someone who would subsequently tail him, he failed to notice the youth for a moment.
Gin's left index finger twitched slightly, then he placed his hand on the gun at his waist, following them stealthily.
Along the way, he followed them toward their destination without drawing attention, all while observing that youth.
[This reaction.. has he noticed something is wrong?]
In the end, Gin stood in the youth's blind spot and thought.
To be able to discover the flaws in Shiratori Midori's disguise—and in such a short amount of time, his observational skills are truly remarkable.
This level of observation is likely even stronger than that of many of the official members in the Black Organization.
Thinking about his current situation and his future career of being set up within the Black Organization, the Silver-haired youth suddenly had the urge to pull the other person into the Black Organization.
However—
He shook his head slightly, discarding the tempting idea from his mind.
Let's see how his luck holds up first.
Thinking this, Gin actually felt a surge of interest; he moved his hand away from his gun and instead took out something else.
..
Furuya Rei was very nervous.
He only intended to go out and buy some things during his time off, but while on the street, he happened to spot a female traffic officer.
He had only intended to take a few curious glances, but unexpectedly, he managed to spot something suspicious.
These discrepancies were so subtle that they couldn't be considered certain if one were to investigate closely, but his curiosity had been piqued and he had nothing better to do, so he decided to follow.
If he was being paranoid, it wouldn't be much trouble to walk a bit further anyway.
But if that female traffic police really has a problem—
Fine, this female traffic police officer really does have a problem.
He grit his teeth, secretly vexed by his own recklessness.
However, he did not regret it.
A car, clearly involved in an accident and on fire, sat parked on the road. A man, heavily injured by the blast of the crash, clutched her abdomen, covered in cold sweat, as he stepped away from the vehicle one step at a time.
Hearing footsteps nearby, the man looked up nervously, only to see a young female traffic police officer. A look of obvious relief washed over the survivor's face. "Miss—"
It looked like he wanted to ask for help.
Unfortunately, if she were a real traffic police officer, it would have been a real "surprise."
Unfortunately, that woman was not.
She was not 'joy,' only 'shock'; she was not a traffic police officer who rescues others, but a Grim Reaper who reaps lives.
The Brown-haired girl stepped forward quickly in a few strides, a silver light flashing in her hand—it was none other than a folding knife she carried with her. Without a moment's hesitation, she swung the blade toward the surviving man.
Furuya Rei was both shocked and furious, immediately roaring, "Stop!"
At this moment, he was merely a youth not yet twenty, far from the mature and calm man he would become; when faced with a murder occurring right under his nose, he was simply unable to remain indifferent.
The brown-haired girl never expected anyone would be following her; the sudden voice startled her, causing a momentary lapse in her composure, this brief distraction did not escape the eyes of the man opposite her.
People can often tap into their hidden potential when faced with life and death. That man was a professional bodyguard with exceptional combat skills; he hadn't expected the Female traffic police to suddenly strike, but now that he had a moment to react, he immediately launched a counterattack.
Although the fuel tank explosion had wounded him, the intense physical exertion only worsened his injuries, now was not the time to worry about whether his wounds had aggravated or how much they hurt; if he didn't fight for his life, he truly wouldn't survive!
For a moment, the two of them traded blows.
..
Despite losing the initiative, Shiratori Midori was an extraordinary fighter, with his opponent being injured, she quickly gained the upper hand.
It was merely the struggle of a cornered beast; she knew she could resolve the matter with him "quickly," but she feared she could not resolve it "in an instant."
But that person who was following her..
The brown-haired girl remained calm on the surface, but she was already gnashing her teeth in her heart.
Things turned out exactly as Shiratori Midori had expected.
After shouting, Furuya Rei rushed forward without a second thought, intending to join the fray—even if he couldn't separate the two, he at least couldn't stand by and watch that woman kill!
The brown-haired girl did not stop, her silver blade thrusting toward her opponent's neck; after carving a shallow bloody scratch, it was narrowly avoided by her. The sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears, the man opposite his appeared clearly in his vision, his expression filled with a hint of pleasant surprise.
To him, it felt more like silent mockery.
Shiratori Midori sneered in his heart, already prepared to take on two opponents at once.
However—
A silver needle, accompanied by a faint whistling sound, pierced straight into the Blonde-haired youth's right shoulder.
The blonde-haired youth felt only a sharp pain in his right shoulder, in the next second, a wave of weakness surged from the site of the pain, gradually spreading.
His body went numb, he collapsed forward uncontrollably. Furuya Rei gritted his teeth, forcing himself to turn with a surge of strength, his body twisting as he fell as he struggled to look behind him.
He didn't know what had struck him, but he could roughly infer that the object had come from a direction slightly to his rear-right.
Unfortunately, before he could even see the person, an irresistible sense of weakness surged into his brain.
Furuya Rei felt his thoughts becoming incredibly slow; he struggled to stay conscious, but it was merely a drop in the bucket.
A sense of chaos overwhelmed him like a rising tide.
In the final second before losing consciousness, he saw a strand of scattered silver hair.
Silver, shimmering with tiny glints of light under the sun, it was like a handful of moonlight amidst his dazed and fading memories as he drifted into darkness.
It brushed across his cheek, icy and cool.
The silver-haired youth tilted his head slightly and leaned down, reaching out to brush away the silver hair that had accidentally scattered across Furuya Rei's face, smoothing back his bangs as she scrutinized the youth who had piqued his interest.
Author's Note:
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I expect there will be another chapter tomorrow morning O(∩_∩)O Haha~
Am I not working hard? Mwah! (づ￣ 3￣)づ
Chapter 7 Chapter 7 A finger brushed against the blonde-haired youth's cheek..
The Blonde-haired youth had handsome features that carried a hint of adolescent innocence and vitality, his skin was slightly tanned. His eyes were closed, so Gin could not see his eye color, but the slight furrow in the youth's brow caused by his unease was clearly visible.
Gin felt that the blonde-haired youth looked increasingly familiar.
But he was also certain that he had never met him.
The Silver-haired youth searched through his memories, attempting to find some trace, but to no avail.
This.. really isn't his fault.
After all, the way the System presented the Plot was through 2D animation rather than a live-action version. If one were to directly compare a 2D image with a 3D one, they might find some similarities—this was precisely why Gin felt the man looked familiar.
But to say that the image was obvious.. this isn't a sketch (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Sorry, there are walls between dimensions.
Over there, the battle involving the Brown-haired girl also quickly reached a conclusion.
With Gin's help, Shiratori Midori was able to focus entirely on fighting his enemy. His opponent had already gone from "hope" to "disappointment," and seeing Shiratori Midori's accomplice appear only caused him to grow increasingly panicked.
Or rather, despair.
I feel a moment of pity for Zhenjun; after all, he has already experienced two such twists in less than five minutes.
It was like a roller coaster ride.
However, Shiratori Midori would not let him off out of sympathy—after all, if he let him off, he would be the one in trouble. In the end, the blade pierced straight through the man's heart.
After the battle ended, Shiratori Midori stood still on the spot, his breathing heavy and ragged from the recent fight; while resting, the girl struggled to regulate his breathing and recover his state.
His palms were splattered with blood, dripping steadily. The girl cast his eyes downward slightly, looking at the corpses lying on the ground with a strange expression—it was hard to tell whether she felt pity or contempt.
It was even harder to tell whether she felt pity for him or pity for himself; whether she was mocking him or mocking himself.
He subconsciously touched the jade平安扣 pendant at his neck, clutching it tightly.
After a long silence, the girl's green eyes grew dark and inscrutable.
In the end, she restrained all the "unseemly" expressions, released the pendant, casually wiped the blood from his hands, calmed his emotions, turned to walk toward Gin.