"Or perhaps, I didn't have enough time to tell you.." The brown-haired girl tilted her head, letting out a faint smile.
She blinked her Eyes:
Don't cry.
"Mm.." Gin responded softly. Even though Midori spoke vaguely, Gin still understood what she meant to say.
The silver-haired man lowered his head and rubbed Shiratori's head, saying to the girl who had just recovered from a serious illness:
“Don't cry, either."
The mist in her green eyes finally fell, landing with a 'patter' and wetting a patch of her coat pocket.
Treating you as a friend, without seeking your pleasure. (2)
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Author's Note: (1) Words from Shiratori Midori Side Story
(2) Snow Country
There should be another chapter today.
Hmm.. I think you all must have noticed one thing. Actually, among the cases that left an impression on Gin, many of the emotions contained within them were not exactly "normal."
For example, the man who shielded the killer in the Restaurant Incident; for instance, the woman in the Seven Deadly Sins case who caused someone's disfigurement due to jealousy born of "love" (and she died herself in the end); for instance, the Mother who gave birth to a Child after being assaulted and felt a mixture of love and hate for the Child; for instance, B. W.'s feelings toward Snow White, so on.
Including at the very beginning, I have always said that Shiratori Midori's feelings for Gin were too heavy, bordering on pathological.
And Gin herself has stayed in the Dark World for so long that positive emotions do not necessarily resonate with her; he is not a "normal person" in the eyes of ordinary people.
This chapter is not just about the direction of Gin and Midori's relationship, but also about what Gin herself has seen and experienced over the years, as the one who first planted the "Seed".. Midori still has a name.
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Chapter 211: Chapter 192: It's a good thing..
The day Rum was caught was a bright, sunny day.
The Sunlight was bright, a brilliant fireball hung high in the sky, burning fiercely and bringing a rare warmth to the winter.
However, no matter how bright the Sunlight, it cannot change the seasons.
In winter, it is as cold as it ever gets.
Passersby always wrapped themselves extra tightly, no matter how little they wore underneath, a down jacket was an absolute necessity on the outside. The various colorful down jackets formed an exceptionally eye-catching sight on the winter streets, especially those that came with a Hat, making their Master look like a chipmunk braving the winter at first glance.
Of course, in the quite fashionable Tokyo, Japan, there are always a few beautiful youths and girls who are not afraid of the cold; even if their shins are shivering in the chilly air, their faces still carry smiles as warm as a spring breeze.
—They, too, were a beautiful sight.
The winter wind seemed exceptionally fierce, carrying a shrill and murderous momentum as if intent on taking everything down with it, relentlessly stabbing into the necks of passersby, as if it wouldn't stop until it killed them. If you were buffeted by such a desolate, freezing wind for even a few minutes, it was guaranteed that your hands would feel as dry as those of a seventy-year-old man.
After being exposed to the air for a long time, Gin's hand developed a thin layer of dryness, his long, fair fingers also seemed to become a bit stiff.
Yet the Silver-haired man still held the Beretta with perfect precision, her expression remaining as unmoved as a mountain.
The black Beretta was still faintly warm. The Silver-haired man loaded the last bullet, turning a deaf ear to Rum's sneering, sarcastic words.
However, the captured Rum was clearly unwilling to show any of his own composure at a time like this. The man gave a dry cough and spat on the frosted ground, coughing and cursing all at once, interspersed with extremely foul insults.
Gin flexed his wrist, pursed his lips, a trace of near-contemptuous amusement escaped him, his green eyes appearing as if frozen in ice.
He cast a faint glance at Rum.
In the next second, before anyone present could react, the still-hot muzzle was pressed directly against the man's chin, causing his skin to instantly turn red. In the blink of an eye, the FBI members remaining on the scene only heard a scream from Rum.
Shut up.
Gin spoke unhurriedly, the tip of her beautiful white left hand's index finger twitching slightly.
He appeared indifferent, but in reality, he spoke with a threatening tone: "If you say another word, I can't guarantee that my hand won't shake."
And so, the scream was forcibly stifled in Rum's throat.
The people at the crime scene, besides Gin, were only Rum and his subordinates, as well as the FBI agents who were lying in wait according to plan.
Seeing the Silver-haired man confronting the Criminal he had finally caught, Judy frowned slightly and took a step forward, about to say something, but Akai Shuichi held her hand down from the side.
The Black-haired Ace Agent shook his head slightly without showing any emotion, using his eyes to signal Judy to stay out of this.
“What if Gin really fires his gun?!” The blonde-haired woman was both anxious and furious; she tried her best to lower her voice, pointing out the severity of the situation in a low but sharp tone, attempting to make her companion realize the gravity of the matter.
They had put in so much effort to capture Rum; he was certainly more valuable alive than dead.
Akai Shuichi's gaze fell upon Gin.
Her lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.
—nor did he let go.
Judy was momentarily speechless and did not struggle; he simply frowned and cast his gaze toward Gin, silently praying in his heart that this guy wouldn't be too impulsive.
The person opposite clearly did not notice the battle of glances happening here.
Gin stared fixedly at Rum for three seconds, then decisively stopped and walked straight toward the Silver-white sedan parked not far away.
Ignoring whether Rum, who had just narrowly escaped a disaster, felt relieved or not, Akai Shuichi saw Gin stop and walk away, then lowered his head slightly and explained, "There were no bullets in his handgun."
Judy's eyes widened in surprise.
You mean, he was just trying to scare Rum.
Quickly recalling Gin's speech and behavior in her mind, the Blonde-haired Public Security elite's eyes showed a hint of disbelief: "Would Gin do something like that?"
Akai Shuichi had a trace of a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I suppose so."
"What do you mean by 'sort of'!" Judy was clearly a bit dissatisfied with his Colleague's perfunctory attitude, but—
He seemed to have caught onto something important, looking up at Akai Shuichi in disbelief, his voice rising uncontrollably: "How do you know there are no more bullets in his handgun?"
Rum doesn't even know, okay?
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so startled!
Akai Shuichi averted his gaze slightly, gave a light cough, did not answer the question.
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The silver-white sedan was driven by Sheila.
Although it looked like just an ordinary Sedan on the outside, in reality, the Sedan had undergone several modifications, with almost every part reinforced and bulletproofed.
Sheila leaned lazily in the driver's seat, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the overly piercing sunlight, feeling drowsy in the warmth of the car's heater.
Soft black hair cascaded casually, complementing the girl's fair skin, while her blue eyes, clear as autumn waters, revealed a hint of laziness, making her look like a blooming begonia in a spring slumber at first glance.
The moment Gin walked in, Sheila instinctively became on guard, a sharp light flashing in her soft blue eyes. With her muscles tensed and her expression cold and somber, she looked like a Leopard ready to strike at any moment.
After her gaze swept over Gin, Sheila finally began to relax.
She fumbled for the car's control button, with a slight movement of her fair skin, soft fingers, the car glass obediently rolled down.
The cold wind whistled into the car, Sheila involuntarily shivered, but the sensation caused her to wake up quite a bit.
She blinked and let out a yawn, her jawline possessing a beautiful curve. "Resolved?"
"Yeah." Gin's voice reached Sheila's ears, laced with a coldness that seemed to make her tone even chillier.
Although this car was parked far from the 'battlefield', Sheila was neither blind nor deaf, she had clearly noticed the standoff between the two sides—moreover, her decision to park here was intended as a trump card left by the Red side.
However, looking at it now, it seems this contingency plan won't be necessary.
The Girl felt no resentment regarding this. On the contrary, Sheila, feeling lighthearted and free of burdens, was clearly in a good mood; the way her eyes curved with a smile was almost enough to soften one's heart, like seeing a peach blossom in full bloom amidst the desolate, cold winter wind.
"So, shall I take you back?" Sheila rubbed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.
Gin did not answer immediately.
He cast a distant glance toward Akai Shuichi's direction, meeting that person's gaze for a few seconds before calmly withdrawing his vision.
He nodded. "Okay."
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When Gin sat in the passenger seat, Sheila still seemed a bit dazed.
While starting the Engine, she unconsciously muttered something, babbling incoherently, making it difficult to understand what she was saying.
Gin cast a questioning gaze.
Sheila cleared her throat, finally turning serious. "To be honest, I originally thought you were going with Akai Shuichi."
Gin blinked.
Perhaps.
Their previous cooperation had been very smooth. In the plan to trap Rum, although their coordination could not be described as flawless, they possessed a unique style and a level of tacit understanding that others could neither join nor match.
Gin believed in Akai Shuichi.
However, since Rum has already been caught, everything is different now.
In their cooperation with the FBI, destroying the Black Organization is the foundation of their partnership, Rum's capture is a crucial step in that process.
But, no matter how well they coordinated or how smoothly they cooperated, Gin would never forget one fact.
—She was once a member of the Black Organization.
—He was also once a primary subject of "interest" for the FBI.