The red sun in the Horizon slowly sank, the Afterglow of the Sunset stained the clouds layer upon layer, painting the entire sky in an excessively magnificent and beautiful hue.
Natural light was no longer as bright as it was during the day, the roadside stall vendors began to turn on their lights one by one. The crowds remained lively and the shops remained open; the only difference, perhaps, was that the sky was about to grow dark.
Gin's expression remained cold and stern, her fair skin illuminated by the cafe's light. His green eyes were no longer sharp, but instead rested vacantly on a point in mid-air, as if he were lost in thought, or perhaps simply daydreaming.
Spacing out wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Amuro Tooru thought.
The blonde-haired youth also spaced out for a while, then turned his head toward Gin, who had already come to his senses, asked, "Do you want to go eat dinner?"
Gin pushed aside the cold coffee, his bangs hanging down and obscuring part of the man's face.
Amuro Tooru could not clearly see Gin's expression, only hearing his cold, pleasant voice echoing in a corner of the Cafe, calm yet certain.
No need.
The next second, that man raised his gaze, his green eyes reflecting Amuro Tooru's features, as cold and clear as a blue pool.
You should head back," Gin said. "Furuya Rei.
Gin rarely called him by his real name.
That was Amuro Tooru's first reaction.
Indeed.
Time has already been delayed long enough.
This was the second year surfacing in his mind.
Time has already been delayed long enough.
So, it is also time to go.
“..”
Amuro Tooru fell silent for a moment, the corners of his lips curling up slightly into that same warm smile.
He spoke up proactively, "Well then, goodbye—"
Finally reaching the end, Gin stared at him for a moment, then slowly nodded as well.
No matter how long a conversation is, it always reaches an end.
Just like a farewell.
Even as they spoke, in the end, they would have to part ways.
Today's situation was not outside of their expectations—after all, they were both rational people.
At the moment they made their decision, they no longer cared about what they might lose.
There are gains for every loss—there is nothing to regret.
..
The Night in Tokyo is not lonely; perhaps it is the human heart that is lonely.
But every person has their own path to choose.
Just like the snow in Hokkaido, it is only in Winter that it is at its most beautiful.
Chapter 222 Chapter 203 The Unreasonable in the Eyes of Great Detectives..
Heine does not like to meddle in other people's business.
He appeared to be a carefree playboy who left a trail of romance everywhere, but in essence, he was a quite indifferent man. Looking at his life of romance and leisure, there were not many things he cared about, even fewer people he concerned himself with.
For an Ordinary person, this might not be a good thing, as Loneliness is an eternal topic, depression is enough to crush a sensitive person. However, for a dangerous element like Heine, who constantly moves through wind and blood, this seems to be a beneficial virtue—it could allow him to last even longer.
Appropriate curiosity kept him from falling behind the "trends," ensuring he wouldn't be confusedly treated as a Pawn; her cautious attitude kept him from being swept into the turmoil, since in their line of work, the difference between standing out and being a Target.. didn't seem that large.
As the saying goes, life is not just about poetry and distant lands, but also the mundane struggles before one's eyes. For a long time, Heine's dream was simply to live a low-profile life, smiling as he watched the flowers bloom and fall, calmly observing the drifting clouds.
Grandeur and passion only lead to being cannon fodder; it is the ordinary and the mundane that are Truth is Truth.
Although Heine is not as cold-hearted as Gin, the people or things he cares about are absolutely not many—counting them up, five fingers might be too few, but adding his hands, it is absolutely enough.
With fewer things to care about, his weaknesses naturally decreased as well.
And so, this guy continued to stir up trouble happily and joyfully, appearing enthusiastic on the surface while actually watching the spectacle with indifferent, cold eyes.
It's no problem if the fire doesn't reach you; after all, you can't kill me anyway.
However, there is a phrase called "things not going as planned," there is a profanity called MLGB, there is a famous saying, "Heaven's cycle is constant; who can escape the heavens?" The moment he saw Sheila, Heine felt as if he heard the sound of his years of peaceful life collapsing. For a moment, he was so overwhelmed with emotion that he could neither cry nor laugh, finally realizing the true meaning of the saying that retribution only comes when the time is right.
But what could he do? Could he do anything other than sigh and forgive Sheila?
Don't talk about principles with a sister complex; his sister is his only principle.
As things were galloping like a wild horse out of control, he ran into Gin.
Then, the Wild horse became the Alpaca.
It was still that Alpaca, babbling and singing the "Song of the Grass Mud Horse."
The Blonde-haired man rubbed his temples while tapping his fingers on the Bar table to attract someone's attention.
That person did not react.
Heine's lip corner twitched, he increased the force in his hands, knocking heavily on the Tabletop twice more.
If there is no reaction this time.. Heine thought, he could probably mock Gin. After all, Gin rarely loses focus, just as the opportunities for him to mock Gin are just as rare.
It was a rare opportunity.
Just as his mind began to wander, he heard a voice from beside him—not loud, yet remarkably penetrating and distinctive, as cold and clear as an icicle that never melts in an ice cellar: "I can hear you."
Heine looked up, meeting the Silver-haired man's cold gaze, he had the vague illusion that the other man was mocking him.
However, Gin's next words told him.. it was not his illusion.
“If you keep doing that, you might as well tap a few more times—" Gin drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You could try using Morse code to express your thoughts."
Heine: "……"
So you weren't spacing out.." Heine complained, "I thought you were deeply mesmerized by the performance on stage—otherwise, why do you look like your soul has wandered off?
The on-stage band was still performing, the sounds of the guitar and bass blending perfectly, while the short, powerful drumbeats controlled the tempo and heightened the atmosphere at the scene. The band vocalist was clearly utilizing his extensive stage experience; whether it was the passion during his singing or the crowd-warming during the interludes, he was teasing the nerves of the customers.
Gin, however, remained noncommittal about it.
He didn't find the performance unbearable, but he didn't particularly care for the noisy atmosphere either.
So he responded nonchalantly, "I think your taste needs improvement."
Heine did not want to dwell on this topic. Although Gin did not like to talk much, he admitted that if they were to truly trade barbs, he was not the opponent of that man.
“Okay.. okay.” Heine swirled the liquor in his hand, looking at the other man with a faint, knowing smile. “Then, would that gentleman be so kind as to tell me what you are thinking about?”
Gin blinked.
Most of the time, he maintained a calm demeanor, appearing as if he had everything under control and every move planned, but now, for a rare moment, he showed a hint of hesitation, which even softened his cold blue eyes.
The colorful neon lights within the Bar gave the entire space a touch of the surreal, as the mottled light and shadow fell upon Gin's fair skin, they did not diminish her features; instead, they added a certain charm to her fair face.
Heine admired him openly for a while, then averted his gaze before Gin could look over, thinking to himself what a pity.
How should I put it.. even though he never believed he could succeed from the very beginning..
But it was still a bit frustrating!
But this was clearly not Gin's fault. Heine flashed a smile that could make a girl's heart flutter and asked candidly, "Go ahead.. don't worry, no matter how ridiculous it is, I won't laugh at you."
I plan to rescue Vermouth.
After simply stating his thoughts, Gin frowned and turned his head, looking speechlessly at the blonde-haired man beside him who was coughing intermittently.
Tsk..
Gin's evaluation: His psychological state is too poor.
..
Gin, who lacked even a shred of empathy, naturally didn't take Heine's excitement to heart, but he was clearly aware of just how "unreasonable" his Plan was.
Hmm.. something unreasonable in the eyes of the Great Detectives.
Vermouth is currently in the custody of the I. CPO, his capture is undoubtedly of great significance—by the way, Shiratori Midori deserves much of the credit for this. Unfortunately, Vermouth is exceptionally tight-lipped.
Chris Wynyard is an internationally famous star. Her fame stems not only from the legacy of her Mother, Sharon Wynyard, but more importantly, she seems to have inherited her Mother's talent, possessing an astonishing talent for acting. In just a few short years, she has already become a rising star in the film and television industry.
This was not surprising at all. After all, whether it was Sharon Wynyard or Chris Wynyard, they both shared a common name: Vermouth.
Fame often correlates with influence, the Wynyard "mother and daughter" have quite a few fans; detaining Chris Wynyard without cause is clearly unacceptable. What is helpless is that even after being arrested, Vermouth did not reveal any flaws, simply insisting on having a lawyer intervene time and time again.
The Blonde-haired woman's composed demeanor and her charming blue eyes seemed like a form of silent mockery.
What evidence can you find?
Fortunately, she was caught red-handed while attempting to murder Shiratori Midori; the fingerprints on the handgun were crystal clear, all the physical evidence was complete. This meant that, for the time being, she could only honestly submit to arrest and await trial.
Of course, considering the laws of Japan, Gin did not think she would be imprisoned for long.
For various reasons, the I. CPO did not take Vermouth out of Japan, which seemed to be a good thing—at least for Gin.
After all, this meant more room for maneuver.
Heine, who had finally recovered, rubbed his temples, feeling deeply that he was incredibly patient when facing Gin. "Are you sure?"
Of course, the blonde-haired man also knew he was stating the obvious, but given the absurdity of the situation, he didn't mind adding a few more redundant remarks.
"I recall that Vermouth's capture had a great deal to do with you, didn't it?" She pointed out the fact bluntly.
Of course, I know the cause of this matter lies with Shiratori; one could say Vermouth was caught by Shiratori. He deserves the greatest credit." Heine did not hold back his praise, before adding his own perspective: "But speaking of which, whether it was Shiratori who caught his or you.. it doesn't seem to make much difference? After all, you two are always inseparable.
“..”
"Of course, we've already unlinked by now," Heine muttered under his breath.
But Heine also understood that although he and his former partner were already prepared to embrace their respective new lives, if one of them ever encountered a difficult predicament, the other would absolutely never stand by and watch.
“..”