Converging into an eerie movement of music.
The lights overhead seemed to be voice-activated, seeping a pale, ghastly light through the darkness like silent machines, monitoring their every move, leaving nowhere to hide. As they walked along, the tap-tap-tap of their footsteps echoed through the silent Passage, one light after another flickering on and then off in succession.
It was as if an invisible hand was guiding them through the darkness, leading them step by step toward the unknown.
The further they walked, the dimmer the Light became.
Neither of them spoke.
First, it was because neither of them were people of many words; second, it was because, in this kind of environment, speaking out recklessly would bring not liveliness, but eeriness.
Gin and Akai both walked slowly; in this environment, ensuring their own safety was the most important thing. The road was not long, even at this slow pace, it had only been about three or four minutes.
As the surroundings shifted from dim to pitch-black, the two men gradually reached the end of the path.
They came across a door.
It was a door that appeared to be made of iron.
"Open it," Gin spoke first, his low and calm voice echoing through the quiet.
Akai nodded and pressed down on the rotating door handle without hesitation—the metal felt cold to the touch.
This chill seemed to spread from his palm to his heart, causing him to shiver involuntarily as an unpleasant premonition surged within him.
He pushed open the door.
In an instant, the Light flared brightly.
..
His eyes, having just grown accustomed to the darkness, struggled to adjust to the bright light. Akai simply closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the wind as he quickly turned around and leaned against the wall.
Something swept past with the sound of the wind.
As expected, there was a mechanism behind the door.
Akai frowned slightly, three seconds later, he quickly opened his green eyes.
With the buffer time, the eyes' rejection of the light was clearly less intense. Akai turned his head to look for his Companion, indeed, he saw that Gin was also unharmed, appearing to be staring at something inside the door.
Following the light from within the door, Akai could vaguely make out three iron-tipped arrows not far away.
The Ace Agent turned back, becoming even more curious about this Secret Room.
As he turned back, Akai's gaze swept across Gin's cold profile, he could faintly discern a hint of solemnity in it.
"What's wrong?" he thought.
However, the moment his gaze brushed against the things inside the door, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The space behind the door was not large, only about ten square meters; from the perspective of the two, it was almost entirely visible.
Eerie skeletons arranged in various poses from white bones exuded an aura of death, exposed completely before Akai's eyes.
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Author's Note: Chapter 90!
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Chapter 95 Chapter 91 Gin: "Strip off its clothes.."
The eerie skeletons, arranged in various poses from white bones, exuded a sense of death, exposed before Akai's eyes without any concealment.
Akai frowned unconsciously, yet his gaze did not shift even a fraction.
The space within the room was not large, there was nothing in it except for white bones; however, the bones were scattered about, looking quite cluttered.
The relatively complete skeletons were placed in three different directions. In addition to those, there were some bone fragments and some white, ash-like powder on the ground, which, if nothing went wrong, should be bone meal.
There were two and a half well-preserved skeletons in total. The reason there were two and a half was that the skeleton against the left Wall still had a complete upper body, but the parts below the lower leg bones were fragmented and missing the foot bones.
Since the shattered bones scattered on the ground included arms, skull fragments, foot bones, with various parts strewn everywhere, because it was impossible to determine how many belonged to the same person, even Akai could not be certain how many people had died.
Suddenly, a slight sound came from his side, seemingly the rustling of fabric rubbing together. Akai Shuichi turned his head toward the source of the sound, only to see that Gin had already taken a step forward.
For an Assassin like Gin, who lived on the edge of death, there was nothing to fear, neither bones nor the dead; he stepped over the dust on the ground and walked straight inside.
His expression remained as indifferent as ever.
Akai Shuichi fell silent for a moment, then followed him into the House.
Before walking in, he placed an empty magazine on the floor to wedge the door, preventing a blunder where they might find themselves unable to get out after the door closed.
As they entered the room, the scent of decay within the room grew even stronger; unexpectedly, there was no corpse stench among it.
They've probably been dead for a long time," Akai Shuichi judged. "Or perhaps someone has been coming here specifically to clean up.
Gin nodded in agreement, his Green eyes sweeping over the relatively intact skeletons.
The skeletons could be arranged in different poses; the "half" one on the left was in a kneeling position, but due to the missing shin bones, it looked quite unstable.
The incandescent lamp above their heads tirelessly emitted a pale light, falling into the hollow eye sockets of the white skeletons, revealing a hint of eerie terror.
The Corpse standing directly in front of them leaned against the wall, its 23 ribs clearly visible; one arm hung naturally at its side, while the other was fixed in a bent, raised position, appearing as if it were saluting.
The third Skeleton was the most unique one; it was placed against the Wall on the right, facing away from them, standing with its forehead against the Wall, looking as if it were in a pose of self-reflection.
This Skeleton was also the only one with a set of clothes—it was dressed in a female short-sleeved dress.
The style of the short-sleeved dress seemed somewhat outdated, with blue and white floral patterns interlaced across it, an old-fashioned cloth belt fastened at the waist.
Due to the special nature of the "model," the dress hung loosely on the skeleton, giving off a sense of eeriness.
What was even more eerie was that the third Skeleton had hair.
The pale Light fell upon its flowing, smooth Golden hair, shimmering with an eerie luster.
..
White bones obviously wouldn't grow hair, Akai Shuichi had an ominous premonition in his heart about whether this blonde hair was a wig.
Gin had clearly thought of the same possibility. He took a few steps toward the third skeleton, his green eyes scanning it up and down for several seconds before reaching out toward the blonde hair on top of the skeleton.
As expected—
Even Gin couldn't help but frown slightly the moment he saw the true nature of the blonde hair.
"It's real hair." The low, hoarse voice echoed through the room, Gin did not put down the blonde hair in his hands.
Akai Shuichi lowered his eyes and sighed in his heart, "It was.. peeled off along with the scalp."
That's right, this blonde hair was peeled off along with the scalp.
The scalp where the hair had been attached looked very clean, with only a few specks of dust resting upon it, yet there was not even a trace of flesh residue or dried blood.
Asking himself honestly, Gin believed he could not have performed such a perfect scalp removal—even the specialists in the Black Organization who were dedicated to the Punishment Room lacked such skill.
If it wasn't because the person who did it possessed extraordinary skill, then there was only one possibility—after peeling the scalp off, he or she had repeatedly washed and processed it.
Thinking about how someone had personally peeled the woman's scalp off and then washed the blood-soaked scalp over and over again—even with their extensive experience, Qinchi and the other felt a chill run down their spines.
The Room was silent, the slightly cool air seemed to reveal some unknown secret.
Composing himself, Gin was the first to react: "This clothing looks a bit too new."
The short-sleeved dress was not brand new; it had more of a worn-in texture, however Akai understood what his companion meant.
The style of the clothes looked more like a classic from the sixties or seventies, a style that was hardly produced on today's market; compared to that, the texture of the dress itself was naturally much more "new."
“You mean it was intentionally made in this style?” Akai Shuichi pondered, stepping forward to stand side by side with Gin. “It's not impossible.. but if that's the case—"
It must be conveying some kind of message." "There must be some information hidden within it.
The two spoke in unison.
After exchanging a glance, both understood the eagerness in each other's eyes.
Gin pressed the blonde hair back onto the skeleton's head with a backward motion, his movements so unrestrained that he ended up placing the hair on the skeleton upside down.
The eerie white bones were arranged in a strange pose, dressed in outdated, ancient clothing; the back of the skull was smooth and bare, while the golden hair fell across the front of the face—
"It looks more like a horror movie," Akai Shuichi couldn't help but remark.
Gin remained completely unmoved. "Are you scared?"
"Not exactly.." Akai Shuichi took a step back, making space for his Boss.
Gin's cold gaze swept over Akai's features, he let out a light chuckle. "If even the audience isn't scared, it can't be called a horror movie."
“That's because the only audience members are the two of us.. Boss.” Akai Shuichi's green eyes swept over the bone fragments on the ground, attempting to discern some visible components, as he refuted with split attention, “If there were a horror movie that could actually scare you, I would definitely go and contribute to the box office.”
"That really saves money, then," Gin replied with an ambiguous tone.
Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was far too tense, or perhaps it was because their shared ordeal had brought them slightly closer, but they began bickering with quite a bit of flair.
"If you don't treat that wound on your Arm, what follows will be a comedy," his cool gaze fell upon his Arm as if it had physical substance.
Under his gaze, Akai felt a strange itch on his right shoulder; he dodged slightly for a moment before realizing there was no need to.
A comedy?" He subconsciously shifted his focus, his Voice sounding casual as he asked, "Why?
"Dying from a gunshot wound to the right shoulder—isn't that a comedy?" Gin gave his Subordinate no respect whatsoever.
Akai gave a soft laugh and countered, "Shouldn't it be a tragedy?"
A tragedy?" Gin gave him a teasing glance, then sneered after withdrawing his gaze. "You really have quite the imagination.
"Not even in your dreams?" Akai Shuichi's eyes grew dark. He took a step back jokingly, his gaze landing on Gin—it felt as light as a goose feather, yet as heavy as a mountain range.
Would you be worried?
Gin's brow twitched.
Ice-cold eyes locked onto those of this current Companion, future Nemesis. In an instant, white bones lay mournful and the dim light faded, all turning into a mere backdrop, as the air seemed to thicken, tangling the gazes of the two together.
A moment later, Gin's somewhat indifferent voice rang out again, breaking the slightly ambiguous atmosphere: "I'm leaving you here."