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Chapter 179: Chapter 163 No, no, no, don't get the wrong idea..
Gin's words were spoken nonchalantly, but to Akai Shuichi's ears, they were nothing less than a bolt from the blue.
He suddenly looked up, his green eyes staring straight at the Silver-haired man, his thin lips slightly pursed. His usual expression of calm and composure, which bordered on indifference, shattered in an instant, revealing obvious astonishment.
“You—” He opened his mouth, with a thousand words he wanted to ask in an instant, but his thoughts were so chaotic that even he felt a sense of confusion.
Before Akai Shuichi could even organize the questions he wanted to ask, Gin spoke first.
The Silver-haired man gave him a cold glance, feeling so satisfied with his surprised expression that even the trace of depression lingering in his heart from a moment ago dissipated significantly.
Gin curled his lips into a wicked smile. "Is there a problem?"
It was a massive problem.
Akai Shuichi gave a bitter smile and shook his head, his gaze fixed on him. "When?"
Gin feigned deep thought for a moment, then lightly raised his eyes and said indifferently, "When you don't know."
This was as good as not saying anything at all, but Gin had no intention of continuing this topic at this moment.
She tilted her head to glance at the sky; the scenery of the sunset, which had previously been as crimson as blood, had silently faded away, leaving behind a bright moon hanging high in the sky and a pitch-black firmament shrouding the earth.
It is night.
The temperature at Night is naturally a few degrees lower than during the day. The Evening breeze blows gently, carrying an unconscious chill and the saltiness of seawater, softly brushing against the faces of passersby and blowing through their loose strands of hair.
Gin looked up and pressed her temples.
She spent the day setting up the crime scene, the afternoon engaged in a battle of wits, the evening performing the hard labor of burying the corpse.
She had truly had a colorful day.
The meager amount of sleep he had managed to get in recent days had left her brain feeling somewhat hazy, a condition further exacerbated by the forced suppression of high-pressure external circumstances. At this moment, his irregular lifestyle was finally taking its toll.
Gin felt as if his brain were a chaotic mess, his mouth felt somewhat itchy.
The wind blew across his cheeks, stirring a few strands of silver hair, as the tip of his ponytail drifted up and then fell in the breeze.
"Achoo—" Gin sneezed.
Akai Shuichi lifted his gaze to look at him, blinking as if in confusion.
And then—
"Pfft—" An uncontrollable chuckle escaped the Black-haired man's lips. Or perhaps, he had no intention of holding it back at all.
Gin silently rolled his eyes, frowning as he said, "What's so funny?"
“There is nothing funny about it,” Akai Shuichi added, his survival instinct kicking in, but in the next moment, that survival instinct vanished completely. “So you must have misheard me just now.”
The Silver-haired man glanced at his Nemesis in front of him, turned away nonchalantly, walked off.
“Sigh—” Akai Shuichi caught up in a few steps, leaning toward him, his voice bordering on flirtatious: "Are you angry?"
Not," Gin closed his eyes for a moment, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness. "Heine's ship won't arrive until tomorrow—
He looked back at him coldly, his tone carrying a faint hint of mockery—or perhaps it was a retaliation against Akai Shuichi's previous actions: "Do you plan to sleep on the street for a night?"
Of course not.
Akai Shuichi looked at the person in front of him and said quietly in his heart.
The evening breeze blew once more.
The calm sea surface was stirred into layers of gentle Ripples, looking much like the flowing gaze of a Beautiful girl, as if they were soft silks made of silver gauze by a celestial maiden.
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The next day arrived quickly.
These past few days have been a season of calm seas, the fishermen have all made plans to head out to sea.
Sea fishing is quite popular on this resort island, fishing by the seaside is clearly more interesting and novel.
At the same time, the primary targets of sea fishing are usually saltwater fish, if one's skills are good, the harvest is often much more bountiful than ordinary fishing.
In addition, gazing out over the sea is a joy in itself; the seaside scenery is refreshing, from time to time, groups of youths come to the shore to enjoy the breeze—the temperature is pleasant this season, making it perfect for sightseeing.
If it weren't for the lack of a commercial beach for people to visit, there would surely be many men and women wearing swimsuits.
However, neither Gin nor Akai Shuichi were here for a vacation.
They were waiting for a boat.
Akai Shuichi was also not entirely without defenses against Gin. The Silver-haired man's ambiguous words clearly did not earn his trust. One reason the FBI elite was standing here was because Gin's previous battle with the B. W. was clearly not part of the Black Organization's plan.
A high-level member like Gin does not lack his own influence, nor does he lack the freedom to act outside the Black Organization's authority, but Gin's behavior was clearly not standard procedure.
If it gets leaked, the Silver-haired man won't fare well either.
Akai Shuichi understood his Nemesis to some extent; surely Gin wouldn't sacrifice himself just to catch him, right?
—But if that really is the case.. it seems quite interesting?
If that were really the case, Akai Shuichi would feel truly honored.. He would probably say, half-sincerely and half-mockingly, "I didn't realize I was so important to you."
However, it was obvious that the probability of such a thing happening was low.
The sea was a vast expanse of blue, under the blue sky, it looked like a massive gemstone, crystal clear. The difference from a gemstone was that the surface of a gemstone is usually smooth, whereas the seemingly calm sea surface still had shimmering ripples.
For some reason, while Gin was gazing at the sea, he suddenly thought of the Heine siblings' eyes.
They are both Mixed-race, though one has features that lean more towards Asian, while the other leans more towards European.
Considering they are half-siblings.. perhaps one should contemplate the strength of Mother's genes?
The Heine siblings were both exceptionally good-looking, their eyes were especially soul-stirring, a brilliant blue that seemed to reflect the misty sky; if tinged with sorrow, they would exude a hazy, quiet beauty like a layer of mist.
There is a saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Gin thought that if eyes could truly reflect one's inner self, then these two siblings with such beautiful eyes must have had ten layers of beauty filters applied to their souls.
However, for Gin, this thought would have merely flashed through his mind on any other occasion.
What surprised him slightly was—
He had only just thought of the Heine siblings, now, their ship had already sailed over.
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Heine spent a large sum of money to get a cruise ship.
This Young Master is indeed wealthy, but he is not an extravagant person; otherwise, no matter how much money he earns, it probably wouldn't be enough to spend.
Gin stared silently at the yacht in front of her, her mouth twitching slightly.
It's probably his father's yacht, Gin thought.
Although Heine had already reconciled with his father, the emotional knot from years of resentment could not be dissolved overnight. While he did not hold him back in major matters, he did not mind playing a little trick on his father in the small things.
The Silver-haired man glanced at the Yacht once more.
Ahem, it's no big deal.
Heine came down from the Yacht, his blonde hair shimmering beautifully under the sunlight. The man walked over in a few steps and stood on the Deck, looking at Gin.
After looking Gin up and down, Heine clearly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that he was unharmed.
"It's a relief you're alright," he said, expressing his concern.
The next sentence was not so pleasant: "If you die, I'll have to worry about how to dispose of your body."
"Don't you worry about that," Gin retorted coldly.
Blue eyes met green eyes across the distance, as they exchanged a knowing look.
Heine walked down from the Deck in a few steps and then stood not far from Gin.
He raised an eyebrow at Akai Shuichi standing beside Gin, revealing a slightly critical expression.
Akai Shuichi wore a simple casual shirt with a black vest over it, his hands tucked casually into his jeans' pocket, his gaze cold.
He had a great physique, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs; his proportions were perfect. He could achieve an effect with almost no effort in his dressing that others would take a long time to attain.
However—
None of this could hide the fact that Akai Shuichi's shirt and vest were wrinkled.
Not just him, but Gin's clothes weren't very neat either.
His once-well-fitting Coat was now wrinkled, looking as if it had been crumpled into a ball, the collar inside his Black trench coat was crooked, looking like something that would drive a perfectionist mad.
It was only because these two had such high looks and temperament that they didn't seem particularly out of place.
No, no, no, don't get the wrong idea.
It was simply that the two of them had been so focused on their business when they arrived on the island that they hadn't brought many spare clothes.
After all, murder and burying a corpse are all physical labor!
Even so, in Heine's eyes, it still felt quite an eyesore.
He curled his lips, a curious smile playing on his face, as he decided to tell the two of them some "good" news.
Heine raised his head slightly, a playful smile lingering in his blue eyes. He spoke with a beaming smile, his tone carrying a hint of teasing, "By the way, Gin—"
The blonde-haired man turned his head toward Gin and blinked. "Something to tell you?"
Gin looked at him from the side, his gaze somewhat inquisitive.