Equally unexpected was that Gin had originally thought Heine would definitely come along, but he didn't expect this Sister complex to let Sheila come alone.
—Wait!
In the next second, the Silver-haired man suddenly realized something, his sharp gaze fixing on Sheila.
You didn't.. sneak over here by yourself, did you?
Sheila returned a smile that could only be described as perfect.
Gin: ……
The awkward moment did not last long, as Sheila was the first to react. She twitched her nose, smelling the meat aroma permeating the air, her eyes lit up. "Are you cooking?"
Braised Pork Ribs." Seeing that Gin didn't seem to intend to answer, Akai Shuichi skillfully picked up on Sheila's question, saving this girl from too much embarrassment: "Do you want some?
The smile on Sheila's lips widened, clearly showing a hint of interest. However, she seemed to think of something and shook her head with great regret, expressing her refusal: "Never mind."
Lately, likely due to her physical condition, her food intake had been strictly controlled by Heine. Although she was somewhat reluctant, Sheila also knew that Heine was doing it for her good, so she simply let it be.
After all, her body belonged to her, she didn't plan on dying young.
Akai Shuichi did not pursue the matter, simply nodding before looking toward Gin, decisively ignoring Amuro Tooru—given Amuro Tooru's personality, a refusal was certain, so he saw no need to go through the extra effort—and thoughtfully offered a suggestion: "Would you two like to talk privately?"
While speaking, the Blonde-haired youth's gaze locked onto the Owl in the living room, then shifted toward the only female in the living room, her lips curling into a smile.
Sheila shuddered.
And then she happily agreed.
..
"Was it your idea to send the Owl?" Gin casually asked as he led Sheila into the Study.
I suppose so," the Black-haired woman said, her gaze sweeping across the study as she replied nonchalantly, "I don't have much contact with the Owl.. He's mostly raised by my brother, after all. I spend most of my time in the Research Laboratory undergoing treatment.
"There are so many books here.." she added with a compliment.
That boy is not bad." Gin rarely praised anyone, but his words were sincere: "He is just a bit lacking in experience.
That boy, of course, referred to Kudo Shinichi.
"You seem to like him a lot?" Sheila asked tentatively, her blue eyes carrying a hint of teasing, as if she were looking for a show.
Gin frowned. "What nonsense are you talking?"
He paused, then continued, "If the ICPO is interested, they could try to get in touch with him."
Gin turned to look at Sheila, still maintaining a casual posture with his hands in his pockets, looking nothing like a notorious Underworld Assassin: "Doesn't Kudo Yusaku know several friends in the IC. PO?"
Sheila gave a light smile.
Gin finally stated her purpose: "Don't let them come over and bother me."
After Gin's reformation, the IC. PO seemed very interested in him, conducting several subtle probes. Considering that he was still in a cooperative relationship with them and had indeed owed them a favor before, Gin did not lash out.
But that didn't mean he was willing to join.
Are you really not going to consider it?" Sheila smiled. "I think the benefits at IC. PO are quite good.
This kind of diligent spirit for poaching employees was enough to move Gin—not really.
The Silver-haired man sneered, "What do you think?"
Okay, okay." Sheila sighed with helplessness, as if she were truly saddened by it. "I will tell them.
But to be honest—" Changing the subject, Sheila gazed at Gin, her eyes holding a hint of solemnity: "Considering you haven't 'died' yet, I personally suggest it would be better for you to find a 'place' to settle down.
—After all, given Gin's previously blood-soaked history, desiring a peaceful life was truly not that easy.
He is safe for now, purely because of the struggle between the Black Organization and various agencies; once the conflict subsides, how could the winner possibly let him go?
No matter how resounding the title of Top Killer may be, in this line of work, one is ultimately consuming their youth.
Gin's eyes flashed, but he remained noncommittal: "Don't worry about it."
Sheila sighed and shook her head, but she no longer attempted to solicit her.
His slender, long fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, a pure smile appeared on his face:
By the way, I have some good news for you.
Under Gin's gaze, the Girl's smile grew even more radiant, the Light cast a thin layer of brightness over her, making her pale face seem less sickly.
The results from the Laboratory are out. They finally managed to produce two tubes of Solution from the semi-finished products—I'm not quite sure about the specific procedure, after all, I didn't study this." Sheila shrugged, her tone lighthearted. "I accepted an injection of one of them.
Gin froze for a moment. She looked at Sheila, her gaze vacant, as if he did not understand what she was saying.
The sickly pallor on her face was not due to her still being in a state of illness.
But rather, it was because she had just recovered from a serious illness.
“See—" the Black-haired woman spun lightly in front of Gin. "I'm still full of life, so—"
So—" Gin repeated Sheila's words, her tone almost dazed, "So.. the solution was a success.. right?
He asked the question with eyes wide open, appearing almost dazed, causing even the smiling Black-haired woman to involuntarily lose her expression of joy.
Sheila looked at her, after a moment of unspeakable silence, she said slowly and solemnly, "Yes."
So—
The other person who needs the solution can also receive the injection.
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Author's Note: Thank you to Jiye Qianchen Little Angel for the mine, love you mwah~
Thank you to the Little Angel who provided [Nutrient solution]:
Bai Chenshang, 1 bottle of light tea aroma;
Thank you all so much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 200 Chapter 181 "I brought you back to life."..
Nana quickly learned this news.
Joy could not be hidden.
A smile of pure surprise spread bit by bit from his eyes, coloring his entire countenance. After a moment, the young detective, who was already over twenty, revealed an undisguised smile.
It was as if something had lit up his eyes, making his green eyes, like tender buds blooming brightly on a branch in spring, appear even more full of vitality.
She had experienced many of life's vicissitudes and had endured the pain of parting and death early on; even with Gin protecting her, she was far more mature and calm than her peers.
However, at this very moment, her appearance and her smile looked exactly as they did ten years ago, when she was an innocent girl with both her Parents [female].
Gin tilted her head slightly, watching the Girl's unmasked excitement, the corners of her mouth curled up just a fraction. "I thought you would think I was joking."
The Silver-haired man knew that even if he swore with absolute certainty that he wanted Midori to wake up, even if he carefully preserved Midori's 'corpse' and searched for possible clues for this purpose, in the eyes of outsiders, it was nothing more than his own delusion.
She knew what Miyano Akemi was thinking, he knew what Shimabukuro Kimie was thinking, he also knew what Heine was thinking.
Some of those people spoke words of agreement or comfort, some remained silent, some showed pity in their eyes, some even offered tactful admonishments.. Gin did not find it surprising.
After all, in their eyes, in the eyes of those who did not know the truth, Shiratori Midori was already dead.
That girl, who seemed to be sleeping in a sweet dream, was nothing more than a corpse perfectly preserved by him through some unknown means.
They thought Gin was being fanciful, thought that man could not accept the truth, thought he was too paranoid and had developed an inner demon, thought it was possible that he had already gone mad.
Gin knew all of this.
But he didn't care.
He had never cared much about the opinions of others.
However, at this moment, facing Nana's clear eyes, free of any shadows, facing the joyful smile lifting the corners of the girl's lips, he still could not help but ask, "Don't you have any doubts?"
Nana looked puzzled: "Zhenjun, didn't you say you would make Sister wake up?"
Gin: ……
She changed her mind, having already understood Gin's meaning. The black-haired female detective laughed heartily, her eyes showing no reserve of trust: "I know, this looks quite unbelievable.. but—"
Nana said word by word, "But, you were the one who told me this, Zhenjun."
You wouldn't lie to me about something like this.
He knew this sounded like a fairy tale; she knew how slim the medical probability of such a miracle was; she knew that, aside from himself, probably no one would believe it.
Even her own reason told her how absurd the matter was.
But—
But—
For Nana, Gin's promise was above all reason.
It could overwhelm all rational analysis; in a desperate situation that seemed like a fantasy, it could tell her with a firm, earth-shattering tone to just believe.
So Nana believed.
It wasn't that she hadn't suffered. Whether it was the several times she had moved or the constant hiding, she had endured hardships over these years that an ordinary person would never have to experience.
If anyone were to say her life had been smooth sailing, the deafness in her right ear alone would serve as powerful evidence to the contrary.
However, she trusted Gin.
Just like many years ago, when she thought she could not escape the fate of her Parents and Sister, she survived unharmed; just like many years ago, when she thought her life was at its end, Gin fired his gun to save her; just like many years ago, he promised he would uncover the Truth of Sister's death, now he has really done it.
Zhenjun has never let his down.
He believed that this time, the outcome would be the same.
..
Gin remained silent for a moment, then raised her hand to stroke Nana's head.
Originally, he could not be certain that the Solution could really wake Shiratori Midori.
After all, resurrection and such only exist in stories. Sheila and Shiratori Midori's situations are completely different; they cannot be generalized.
However, Gin can now be certain of this.