Niwang checked Nana's injuries with heartache, then looked at the Black-haired man collapsed on the ground with a frown: "What on earth happened? What's going on?"
Nana pursed her lips, about to say something to gloss over the matter, when she heard an exceptionally familiar, cold, somber voice.
It's nothing.
The Silver-haired man wore a pure black trench coat, his temperament steady and solemn. His steps as he entered the room were efficient and free, as if he were heading to a grand banquet, a faint smile lingered on the corners of his mouth.
However, his eyes were cold and fierce.
Cold as ice.
As sharp as a blade.
“He came to find me,” the Silver-haired man answered Niwang's previous question leisurely, then lightly tilted his head to look at the Black-haired man lying on the ground, his smile remaining unchanged, though his eyes held not a shred of life.
It was as if he were looking at a dead man.
He asked the Black-haired man in a seemingly quite good-tempered manner, "Right?"
His tone was so calm it lacked even a hint of bloodlust.
The Black-haired man's face was as pale as a dead man's.
Nana trembled subconsciously, causing the Silver-haired man to cast a faint glance her way: "Clean yourself up and go to the hospital with Kimie—otherwise, I'm afraid it will be too late."
I will handle the remaining matters.
Gin said as much.
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Author's Note: Basically, at the beginning of this story, Gin finally arrives when Nana is having a gun held to her head, but at that time, the gun is pressed against Nana's forehead, due to the angle, if Gin were to use a Sniper Rifle, he could not guarantee Nana's safety.
So he had been waiting for the right moment.
Niwang's appearance first caused the shot to miss Nana, but Gin acted quickly, shooting and wounding his intact hand; finally, when the Black-haired man tried to take Nana hostage, he was killed by her in self-defense.
Everyone is so cool~
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*Cough, cough.* A quick heads-up: the next several chapters are going to be high-energy, with one case basically triggering another.
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Chapter 73: My Person—Is it even your turn to..
His tone was so incredibly matter-of-fact that even Niwang Yaji, who had been nearly thrown into a panic by the scene, subconsciously followed his words.
However, looking at Kimie, who lay to the side in an unknown state of life or death, he knew that providing immediate medical treatment was the most important thing right now.
As Yaji picked up his mobile phone to call an ambulance, Nana cast a hesitant glance at Gin.
She looked truly disheveled, her delicate little face unnaturally contorted from Pain, with some dried blood left on her Forehead.
Gin's eyes flickered, silently signaling her to speak her mind.
"Can we.. go directly to the hospital like this?" Nana's voice was very soft, partly because she was worried that Niwang Yaji might hear her from not far away, partly because her throat was truly incredibly hoarse.
"No matter." Gin's expression was calm, his words were equally calm—the kind of calm that precedes a storm.
A faint smile still lingered on the corners of his mouth: "The Police are a bit weak, but since they have sent people, they must face some trouble."
Nana cautiously stole a glance at Zhenjun's face, pursed her slightly bleeding lips, tactfully fell silent.
Half of the little girl's right face was swollen, as if coated in thick rouge, with fine blood vessels faintly visible through it; at first glance, it looked like dough mixed with pink pigment, it was even starting to turn slightly bruised.
Her forehead was already broken, the wound jaggedly exposing raw flesh. The bleeding had barely been stopped, the edges were already beginning to show signs of bruising.
Gin's eyes darkened further.
"It's actually fine.." Nana comforted him softly—though she knew Gin might not need a few words of comfort, she subconsciously didn't want to let her own worries about him show. Unfortunately, speaking caused the muscles in her face to pull; Nana's brow twitched as she suppressed a sharp hiss of pain.
Her voice was also incredibly hoarse.
The Silver-haired youth quietly observed her without speaking—he actually had some words of admonishment he wanted to say, such as how she shouldn't be so careless, or how she shouldn't be so impulsive in the future so that she might suffer less.
—However, he ultimately said nothing.
He simply raised his hand, tapped the Black-haired girl's forehead, spoke softly into her clear green eyes, "You did well."
And so he saw the little girl smile.
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After Yaji contacted the hospital staff, Nana looked at the scene in her home, which could now hardly be described as anything less than a total mess, let out a deep sigh in her heart.
However, having just escaped death, she wasn't so carefree as to immediately worry about her property losses. Having regained her composure, Nana looked down to assess her current state and asked, somewhat embarrassed, if she could tidy herself up before the ambulance arrived.
Regarding this, the two men present naturally had no objections.
Compared to the somewhat bewildered silver-haired boy, the older one was clearly much more experienced and knowledgeable, calmly performing first aid on Kimie with skillful hands.
Watching from the side, the other one couldn't help but mutter inwardly.
Gin clearly had no intention of being discreet. In her view, no matter how much the young couple bickered or played around in their daily lives, it was unimportant. However, since Niwang Yaji had already become involved, there was no need to keep certain things from him.
From beginning to end, he didn't spare a single glance at the Black-haired man lying motionless to the side.
The Ambulance arrived quickly.
Amidst its unique "wee-woo, wee-woo" siren, Nana emerged from the restroom.
The blood on her face had been washed clean, her hair had been tidied up, no longer messy and matted together; she looked much more refreshed than before.
However, her expression was also much more listless than before.
Those green eyes seemed to have lost their luster, transforming from the vibrant budding leaves of early spring into the withered, fallen leaves of late winter. Gin frowned as he looked at her, while she stared back at him with a nearly dazed expression.
The Silver-haired youth did not hesitate. Taking advantage of the moment Yaji and the medical staff were helping Kimie lie down into the Ambulance, he took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
Nana froze for a moment before, in a daze, she realized what was happening, her face filled with a despair like falling into an abyss and the devastation of a sudden awakening from a dream.
In the silence, Gin heard her say softly and foolishly:
Zhenjun.. I.. I think I can't hear anything in my right ear..
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A faint mist still lingered in the Restroom, the glass mirror on the washbasin was veiled in a thin layer of condensation, making it appear blurry and indistinct.
The refreshing water vapor filled the entire Restroom with a moist atmosphere, though some sensitive people could still detect a faint scent of blood hidden within it.
It was too faint, too light, to the point that it would vanish without a trace unless one sensed it carefully.
Just as Nana washed the bloodstains from her face, a splash of water and a wipe with a towel made everything seem clean and clear—
However, it still existed.
Gin dragged the person into the Restroom without any expression, a winding trail of blood instantly climbed across the floor.
He used so much force with his left hand that the edge of the other person's collar left slight marks in his grip—but Gin didn't care about that; in fact, he felt quite regretful that his prey's hair was too short.
Normally, he didn't much care for pulling hair—it wasn't efficient enough for him, but this time, he didn't mind making an exception.
The Silver-haired youth casually tossed the half-dead Black-haired man onto the ground, causing the wound on his shoulder to burst open once again, twisting his face in pain.
Gin looked down at the Black-haired man's pain with disdain, then slowly leaned down and gripped his neck with one hand.
“Let me think.. what was it you said before?” He asked with a sincere sense of doubt, his expression appearing utterly innocent, his Green eyes as gentle as a shimmering green lake.
His grip gradually tightened.
“Bitch?”
The youth's tone rose slightly, a hint of a smile appearing at the corners of his lips, before he suddenly raised his hand and slammed the man heavily against the bathtub.
"Thud—" With a single impact, blood rushed impatiently from the Black-haired man's forehead, adding a grotesque splash of crimson to the edge of the white porcelain bathtub.
Gin's expression remained unchanged, his green eyes seemingly turning to ice as he posed another question:
“Slut?”
Another strike.
The black-haired man let out a muffled grunt, his face pale, his eyes staring deathly at Gin, as his choked throat made wheezing sounds.
Son of a bitch?
Gin raised his hand and slammed it down heavily once more, as if he intended to smash the man's head open. She showed no concern for the man's life, nor did he care about the consequences of killing her.
Bitch?
She was no longer laughing, her cold green eyes finally revealing her edge and fury. Gin pulled the muscles of his face into a curve that was slightly less sinister, his overwhelming pressure and killing intent piercing toward his opponent without restraint.
For a moment, even the air became thick and heavy.
An unprecedented shiver raced up his spine, the sensation of oxygen deprivation made the Black-haired man's brain go cloudy, but even more lethal was the murderous aura that felt as if it were enveloping and piercing him like ice and blades.
Elegant, sharp, cold, cruel.
It was as if layers of water-soaked paper were pressed against his face, a torture from the East; as if he were submerged in ice water, drowning in a bone-chilling sea; as if a scalpel were being pointed at him, slicing through his abdomen, cutting his skin bit by bit to reveal flesh and bone; as if he were a fish on a cutting board, stripped of water, having his head nonchalantly severed by someone.
It was the first time he had felt fear seeping from the depths of his heart.
"What do you want to say?" Gin slowly turned on the bathtub faucet, his eyes never once blinking as he leisurely admired the Black-haired man's increasingly terrified expression.
"Heh.. heh.." The man struggled to make a sound, but unfortunately, the hand gripping his neck would not give him the chance.
Gin raised an eyebrow as if he had suddenly realized something, then let out a mocking laugh. "I can't hear you."
He released his grip on the black-haired man's neck, before the man could even catch his breath, he swiftly grabbed the back of his head and slammed him violently against the bathtub once again.
Thud—
This time, the man finally let out an uncontrollable cry of pain.
"You can't just kill me like this!" The whole world seemed to spin, the Black-haired man's brain was a blur of chaos. He had no strength left to struggle, able only to use the brief moment of respite to speak the most important words.