Gin was clearly not troubled by this; a faint hint of a smile was hidden within his somewhat cold gaze, his lips curled slightly, making him look to be in a good mood.
Guess?
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Author's Note: The previous side story was actually intended to use Nani's diary to write about some small matters from his perspective, but I didn't want to provide any spoilers, so..
I plan to make some changes, but I haven't decided yet; I'll see what everyone thinks.
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During the May Day holiday, I will post daily.. or perhaps double updates at irregular intervals.. If the Little Angels are enthusiastic enough, I might even summon a triple update.
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Chapter 102 Chapter 97 Your memory is quite good.
Although they were the first to discover the Corpse, the victim had already been lying there for some time when they arrived—at least he hadn't just been killed.
Thus, Gin, who considered himself to have a clear conscience (Akai Shuichi..) and believed that the Hattori father and son were not so foolish, requested to go to sleep with great confidence after the routine questioning.
Such a carefree act was difficult not to arouse suspicion. At the very least, Hattori Heiji, who was still just a middle school student, stared at him with wide, hesitant eyes for a long while, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something. On the contrary, Hattori Heijizo gave a light cough and, for reasons unknown, ultimately agreed.
Having successfully drawn everyone's attention to himself, Gin believed that with Akai's strength, it should be no problem for him to find an opportunity to tend to his wound under these circumstances.
And so, the Silver-haired youth, having achieved two things at once, calmly took the trembling Hotel owner's room key under everyone's terrified gazes and moved into the room opposite the Murder case room with complete nonchalance.
It must be said that this entire day was filled with gunfights and secret room adventures, followed by swimming in the lake bottom; just when it finally seemed safe, a horror incident occurred at the hotel.
After all that commotion, even with Gin's incredible endurance, he couldn't help but feel a hint of fatigue.
He climbed into bed with his clothes on, remaining partially on guard as he closed his eyes to rest.
Before entering the room, Gin had carefully inspected the room, based on his experience, he judged that the soundproofing of this hotel was really not very good—after all, it was just an ordinary motel, so there was no need to expect too much. However, since everyone had been unsettled by the murder case, because Hattori Heijizo needed to question the guests at the hotel, there were not many people in the surrounding guest rooms, making it clearly very quiet.
But if that were the case—
If the Killer didn't use some method to prevent the Deceased from making much noise, then that man living next door to the Deceased, who claimed to have heard nothing, was lying.
This was clearly discovered by the Hattori father and son as well.
“The Deceased has multiple stab wounds, combined with the bruising caused by impact on his body, it is obvious he was not killed by a single blow.” Hattori Heiji briefly stated the Deceased's condition, his words already possessing a future sharpness: “Even if the Killer covered the Deceased's mouth to prevent him from calling for help, the commotion during the struggle would have been quite obvious.”
What exactly are you hiding?!
The man in his early thirties hesitated for a long time, a struggle appearing on his handsome face. Finally, under the suspicious gazes of everyone, he could no longer withstand the psychological pressure and finally relented, "I.. I was not in my own room when the murder case occurred."
He covered his face with one hand, his voice stammering, "I went.. I went to Miyoko's room."
As soon as these words were spoken, a good-looking woman opposite him froze instantly, another sharp female voice rang out immediately: "What did you say?!"
The Woman, who appeared to be his own age, wore a proper black dress, his eyes filled with resentment: "How could you betray me?!"
This scene, which looked like a caught-in-the-act-of-adultery drama, drew much discussion from the onlookers.
The beautiful woman—Miyoko—couldn't take it anymore. She bit her lip and said with hatred, "He didn't betray you at all!"
You have had no relationship with him from beginning to end!
"Miyoko!" The man could not even bother to cover his face, lowering his hands to cry out, his eyes faintly filled with pleading.
Miyoko took a deep breath and turned her head away, avoiding the gaze of her beloved man. She closed her eyes, when she opened them again, her gaze was exceptionally firm, piercing like a sharp blade as it directed itself toward the woman: "Chikamoto Chieko, listen well, I am his girlfriend!"
Chikamoto Chieko took a step back, her lips trembling.
Miyoko stepped forward relentlessly, "If it weren't because you chose to commit suicide every time he looked for a girlfriend, if it weren't because he was afraid of upsetting you, he wouldn't have chosen to hide it!"
She tilted her head, wiping away the tears that unconsciously slid down her cheeks. "Why must you cling to him so relentlessly? Why must you force me to yield time and time again? I am the one who has been with him for three years! It's clearly just your own unrequited feelings!"
The three years of grievances left Miyoko in immense pain; having a childhood friend like that for a boyfriend meant that even with their deep feelings, the two of them had never dared to discuss marriage.
She grit her teeth, her tearful eyes staring intensely at her boyfriend.
They were clearly a legitimate young man and woman, a clear boyfriend and girlfriend, they had clearly done nothing wrong, yet they lived as if they were having a secret affair.
She didn't want to yield anymore; she truly wasn't that kind.
The man at the center of the conversation was stunned for a long moment; he gave Chikamoto Chieko a deep look before finally walking toward his long-overdue official girlfriend.
Not loving is just not loving.
It is not because you have spent more time together that you will choose her; it is not because she loves you more that you will choose her; and it is certainly not because she is more outstanding that you will choose her.
Love is never decided by these things, nor is it something that can be waited for in exchange.
He did not love Chikamoto Chieko, even though she was his childhood friend; and he had already caused his girlfriend enough grievance.
And the man walking toward his girlfriend did not see the flash of malice that crossed Chikamoto Chieko's face behind him.
The little boy not far away blinked his eyes.
..
After the farce, there was still little substantive progress on the Case, but fortunately, the distinctive siren of a police car soon echoed, allowing those present to finally..
Everyone felt somewhat relieved.
Akai Shuichi, who had already applied a simple bandage to his wound, approached Gin's door and knocked.
Awakened from a light sleep by the noise, Gin raised his hand to rub his somewhat dry eyes before getting out of bed to open the door.
The Police have already arrived.
As the first person to discover the corpse, the Police will certainly conduct an interrogation, they certainly won't let things go easily before the murder case is solved.
This was not something that could be settled with a few simple questions and answers with the Hattori father and son; although the gunshot wound on Akai Shuichi's shoulder had been treated, it was clearly still not up to scrutiny, not to mention the corpse he had hidden away..
Gin did not hesitate for a second: "We can go now."
Akai Shuichi: "??"
He raised his hand to steady himself against the doorframe, leaning slightly toward Gin. "Leaving directly?"
"Yeah." Gin didn't think there was anything wrong with this choice at all.
Although they appeared to have the suspicion of fleeing, there were two reasons: first, they were certainly not the real culprits—he believed the Shinigami of Kansai would solve the case; and second..
As if the Police could ever find them.
On the contrary, they were no law-abiding citizens, they carried more than just a single murder case on their backs. Being taken to the Police Station would be even more dangerous—not to mention, Gin was not certain whether the FBI would betray him on a whim and risk exposing his identity just to screw him over.
After all, even if their identities were exposed, capturing a Core member of the Black Organization would be a massive win for them.
This plan seemed simple and crude, but it was actually exceptionally effective. Akai Shuichi thought for three seconds and felt that it was.. quite a good idea.
The Black Organization's way of thinking is indeed different from ordinary people.. He felt as though he was being led astray, step by step, by someone.
Once the plan was decided, "leaving amidst the chaos" was no difficult task for the two of them; even with a Female corpse in tow, it would be more than enough for them to leave calmly.
Without any regard for the reaction of the people left behind after their 'escape,' Gin did not intend to return to the Black Organization for the time being.
He casually hotwired a vehicle that looked relatively low-key, sat in the passenger seat with total confidence, directed the wounded man to drive him.
Akai Shuichi sighed, but in the end, he did not argue and simply followed Gin's plan.
The destination was a small Clinic.
A woman wearing a white coat, with a cold gaze and a stiff expression, was waiting for them at the door.
Akai Shuichi felt that this woman seemed very familiar.
..
"It's you again." A calm, emotionless voice and an equally expressionless face; every movement of the woman, whose face was as stiff as a corpse, evoked memories in Akai.
Wait.. isn't he—
Pino," Gin's voice came from the side, carrying a hint of commanding calmness, "treat his wound.
The woman raised his eyes coldly, scanning Akai up and down for a moment. "I remember it was him last time too—you dragged him over."
After a pause, Pino added, "This time is much better than last time; last time he looked like he was about to lose his life."
Gin responded indifferently, "Your memory is quite good."
It has been nearly two years.
"Impressive." Pino blinked, his expression not playful, but rather somewhat eerie.
The short-haired woman did not say much, but the mockery in his few words was unmistakable.
For a moment, Akai Shuichi actually couldn't tell whether she was intentionally mocking him or just unconsciously attracting animosity.
“Don't let his right hand be ruined.” Gin was noncommittal, leaving behind such a sentence before decisively forcing Akai Shuichi out of the car, then taking the driver's seat and speeding off with a heavy press of the accelerator.
Akai Shuichi: ……
Pino took a step forward, his cool, reminding gaze following the retreating figure of the car: "Let's go."
The way she said "Let's go" made it sound more like "Off to your doom," making it truly one of a kind.
..
After disposing of the car he had swiped, Gin confirmed there were no 'tails' behind him, then stowed away the Female corpse he had finally managed to obtain before returning home.
Or rather, it would be more appropriate to call it a certain Safe House.
After a hurried shower, Gin splashed his face with warm water, the chilling coldness in his opened eyes sharp and startling.
He turned off the shower tap, took a towel, wiped his dripping long hair; the remaining water droplets glided over his naked and well-built body, shimmering faintly under the light.
Walking barefoot on the floor, leaving a trail of water droplets behind, Gin simply slipped into a bathrobe, wrung out his long hair, turned on his computer.
Her intuition told him that the Dove wing tattoo on Sheila's Arm was not just something she had gotten on a whim.