He did not answer directly, but instead looked at Sheila with a half-smile, the corners of his lips curling into a barely perceptible arc. Under his gaze, the beautiful woman showed a hint of confusion, lifting her eyes to look at him curiously.
"Speaking of which, I should thank Vermouth." In this mysterious atmosphere, Gin finally spoke, but his first words seemed entirely unrelated to the conversation they were having at this moment.
However, Gin's expression remained completely unchanged.
Even when he mentioned that person he had just threatened, it was the same.
Sheila did not raise any questions about this; he just looked at him quietly and listened to him continue.
So Gin continued speaking.
The information regarding the 'Silver Bullet' back then was split into four parts by the defector, I asked Vermouth, she said the Organization 'only recovered one part, which is practically a disgrace, that is why That gentleman finds it so intolerable.'
However, before she died, Byrrh told me that the Organization managed to recover two copies of those research materials.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Sheila almost instantly revealed an expression of confusion. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she raised her hand to prop up her chin, her facial expression one of genuine bewilderment.
Why are you telling me this?" She scrutinized Gin closely. "I don't care about this 'Silver Bullet' or whatever.
Gin let out a cold chuckle, her green eyes sweeping over the black-haired girl not far away. "Do you really not care?"
This is something I should thank Vermouth for." Gin did not continue the previous topic, but instead shifted his train of thought instantly. "Because she once mentioned to me—
He said that Sheila doesn't know how to apply makeup, the makeup he applies actually makes him look older than his original appearance.
The Silver-haired man's tone remained just as calm and emotionless, however, as he spoke, Sheila's expression began to falter.
He secretly clenched his fists, his fair fingers tightening intensely, his well-manicured nails digging deep into his flesh at this moment. This ICPO elite revealed a long-absent, vigilant expression.
Gin took in everything, but he continued speaking unhurriedly.
He was the one in control.
Why don't you take off your makeup and let me see?
Sheila closed his eyes tightly.
He took a subtle, deep breath, as his chest rose and fell, she briefly suppressed his emotions. Almost the very instant she opened her eyes, her previously cold and solemn expression had vanished completely.
"Isn't it normal for a Girl to love beauty?" The already beautiful Girl smiled slowly, her gaze calm—for a moment, her expression looked very much like her biological father's.
"I'm just not very good at it," Sheila said, attempting to downplay the topic.
She still did not know how much information Gin had obtained.
However, Gin was not willing to let her change the subject, her green eyes staring at her prey like a hawk, the silver-haired man curled her lips with interest:
Is it just because of Akemi?
Staring unblinkingly at those eyes, Sheila felt as if he were having difficulty breathing.
The man's low, lazy voice echoed throughout the entire Safe House:
It's because, for five years, your appearance hasn't changed one bit.
Sheila finally closed his eyes in resignation.
She allowed herself to sink into an endless darkness. As his chest heaved, a familiar Pain rose from his throat, a coarse sensation like sandpaper rubbing against his delicate throat, causing it to protest incessantly.
She began coughing again.
Cough, cough—
Cough, cough, cough—
One cough after another, until eventually, it felt as if her very heart were being torn apart, making it feel almost as if she might cough up blood at any second.
Her blue eyes stared vacantly at the ground, the pale, haggard girl leaned one hand against the back of the Sofa, her back heaving from the continuous coughing; even after the coughing finally stopped, she still trembled slightly in the air.
The ICPO female elite felt her limbs turning to jelly, her entire body devoid of strength. This sense of helplessness spread from his fingertips into his heart, causing his to let out a long sigh.
Your cough hasn't gotten any better either.
It was an obvious fact, Gin had merely stated it aloud.
However, at this moment, under these circumstances, this fact naturally became a piece of evidence.
"You probably already know, haven't you?" Sheila lowered his eyes slightly, then slowly curled the corners of his mouth upward.
..
After a long, indescribable silence, Sheila finally spoke again.
Actually, I think Brother might already know as well.
The girl spoke in a gentle manner, tilting her head slightly.
This movement lent her an added touch of charm, the wisps of hair at her forehead scattered softly as they shifted with gravity. A hint of cool self-mockery flickered within her poetic eyes, her thin lips pursed indifferently before relaxing.
"But I didn't expect that you had guessed it too." She finally looked Gin in the eye.
“More or less.” Gin spoke unhurriedly. “I did have quite a few gains from this trip to Russia—”
Back to the matter at hand.
"Don't you plan on confessing on your own?" Gin asked.
“You make it sound like I'm the Criminal.” Sheila let out a laugh, tilting his head back. “The roles are reversed, Lord Gin.”
Gin ignored such crude banter.
He did not like doing things without a purpose; by choosing to lay all his cards on the table today, he was determined to obtain a Result.
—And it must be a result that satisfies him.
Sheila certainly knew it was Impossible to fool Gin so easily; in fact, she had no intention of fooling him.
Facing this man, being friends is always more profitable than being enemies—even if they couldn't be friends, maintaining a cooperative relationship would be quite good.
Sheila let out a soft chuckle.
Her beauty was already stunning, her faint smile now was as free and easy as a breeze passing through a thousand mountains or brushing against flowers and willows. It was no longer Spring, yet his smile brought one to think of Spring, of the peach blossoms blooming in full splendor on the branches in Spring.
Tao Zhi Yao.
Zhuo Qi Hua, blooming to its peak, on the verge of withering.
He stood up.
His back was as straight and elegant as a lush, vibrant stalk of bamboo.
Given that Sheila was not carrying any weapons—and even if he were, he wouldn't be afraid—Gin made no unnecessary movements, simply watching Sheila's every move.
He was waiting.
As expected, Sheila did not keep him waiting for long.
In the next second, she raised his hand, his fingertips touching the buttons of his collar, his chin tilting slightly upward to reveal his long, fair neck. With a deft flick and push of his nimble fingers, a black button was undone.
The weather was very Sunny today, Sheila didn't wear much, just a simple blue shirt and a slate blue patterned trench coat. When she entered the room, she had already taken off his trench coat and placed it by his side.
He was wearing only a button-up shirt.
And now, she began to undo the buttons.
Gin: "……"
Gin: "!!"
Gin: "!!"
..
Buttons are so easy to undo. As he watched the buttons on Sheila's shirt being undone one by one, the girl in front of him showed no intention of stopping. Gin's expression remained unchanged, but in his heart, he was already completely bewildered.
To be honest, he didn't mind a one-night stand, he certainly didn't mind having one with such a beautiful girl, however—
However, he truly had no intention of having a fling with Sheila!
Is he really such an Unprofessional person?!
Even if he was, if Heine knows about this, this sister complex guy will absolutely explode, okay?!
When Sheila finally stopped, his shirt had been mostly removed by him.
The girl had a great figure. She wasn't the traditional big-chested girl people favored, but her body was nonetheless exquisite. She had everything a woman should have.
Her Skin was very white—perhaps due to her mixed heritage, even though her features leaned more towards being Asian, her Skin was whiter than the average Asian; or perhaps due to her physical condition, this fairness was like snow that would melt upon touch, carrying a sense of fragility and sickness.
Her skin was fine and smooth, shimmering subtly under the Light, which made the Black-haired woman's intoxicating Blue eyes appear even more dazzling.
Her collarbones were exceptionally delicate, with each bone clearly visible, forming an almost perfect curve. Her shoulders were rounded yet did not appear fragile; her skin was firm with a thin layer of muscle, showing a sense of strength without being overly exaggerated.
Sheila did not take off all her clothes; her shirt was half-removed, the upper part hanging loosely from her arm due to gravity, the light blue reflecting against the woman's pale skin, carrying an almost divine and pure beauty.
Her Blue eyes shimmered.
Most of her chest was exposed, her contours appearing exceptionally clear under the Light.
Gin did not focus his attention on it.
Because what was even clearer was the deep scar on the woman's chest, near her heart.
..
That scar was almost hideous and terrifying.
A thick, crooked layer lay upon the woman's fair skin, forming a protrusion with intense discoloration, like a thick, hideous long snake twisting its body as it coiled upon the snow, making it exceptionally eye-catching.
The scar looked like it had been there for some time. With Gin's keen eyesight, he could accurately distinguish that it was an old wound, a knife wound at that.
He could be certain that, judging by how prominent the wound was, the blade had cut absolutely deep into the flesh at the time.
He could also be certain that if Sheila's heart was no different from an ordinary person's, she almost certainly wouldn't have lived to see today with an injury like this—the grass on her grave would probably be two meters high by now.
One must realize that although this wound was not directly aimed at the Heart, it was nearly so; a strike like that would certainly damage the Heart—it was essentially at the level of a Fatal wound.
However, Sheila was standing before him right now, full of life.
Gin does not believe in ghosts or gods, in broad daylight, there was clearly no possibility of any haunting.
“My heart is indeed a bit different from an ordinary person's." As if having guessed what Gin was thinking, Sheila candidly disclosed his situation: "However, this slight deviation is not enough to save my life."
To be precise, it was not enough to save her life at that time.
When Mother first conceived me, because she didn't notice, she even took on several missions. Although she managed to protect me in the end, my health wasn't very good when I was little.
Sheila stated simply.