The successive frightes made Gray Yuan Wai wake up a little from the chaos brought about by Bai Gan and the cold.

She changed the focus of her palm, pressed the fireplace again, and finally heard the vodka after a bunch of babbling analysis, and made a summary: "There are too many police here, big brother, we better not stay too long." ”

There was another long silence.

The cleaning clothes on the back of Gray Plains have been soaked with cold sweat and a small wet stain.

When her hands trembled again, she finally heard Gin's voice:

"Okay."

Two sets of footsteps walked back to the outside of the cellar, and the heavy door clicked open and closed quickly.

Ash Yuan Wai leaned his head against the cold furnace wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the door of the cellar had been violently opened, she did not dare to bet on whether Gin would suddenly turn back again, or even ambush at the door.

Looking at the remaining distance of more than ten meters above, Gray Yuan Wai gritted his teeth and decided to continue up.

Just climbed a meter high, there was a click below, and the cellar door was pushed open again.

But this time, judging by the footsteps, there was only one person who came in.

Gray Yuan reflexively stopped his movements and held his breath.

She leaned against the wall, and for a moment she couldn't figure out what it was, but she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and went straight to the fireplace.

At this height, if Gin goes and returns uneasily, poking his head in from below to check, then he may be able to suddenly let go and die with him...... Gray Yuan mourned and thought haggardly.

There were so many thrilling moments she had experienced today, and her spirit was so tense that she was almost numb.

But then, the sound from below surprised her so much that she almost slipped down.

"Hey—"

A familiar young man peeked into the fireplace from outside, he beckoned upwards, and then shouted in a voice that could be heard just enough by Gray Plains: "Come down, flee from this side, those two men are gone." ”

Gray Yuan looked down in a daze, his mind confused. She had so much to say, too many questions to ask, but in the end, a thousand words finally came together into one word-

“…… Why are you here?! ”

……

A few minutes ago.

After walking down the stairs from the underground cellar back to the hall on the first floor, Vodka had planned to go straight out, but he didn't want Gin to turn around and walked up the stairs.

"Big brother?" Vodka followed blankly, "Aren't we leaving?" ”

"Your powers of observation need to be practiced a little more." Gin sneered and raised a hand towards him.

At first, Vodka gave Gin a fist to him, meaning that he was about to be beaten.

Soon, though, he realized that this wasn't the style of gin.

Everyone who got close was about to put it on, and the vodka finally saw a reddish brown hair between the gin's fingers: "This—This is ......"

"I found it next to the fireplace in the cellar. If you've been getting closer and listening closely, you'll hear her shivering gasps above the fireplace. ”

“！” Vodka suddenly realized, but soon became confused again, "Aren't we going to catch her?" ”

"Anyway, she used to be one of us, and it was too ugly to let her die in that filthy fireplace."

Gin still seems to have a bit of literary temperament in his bones, he chuckled with interest, and said softly in a poetic tone:

"It just so happens that the snow is drifting today, and the snow floating in the darkness is dyed bright red, and this kind of splendid death is good for executing traitors, isn't it?"

“…… You're right. Vodka didn't really understand what Snow had to do with the traitor, but he nodded his head in a big way.

The two quickly made their way to the top.

Pushing open the door to the rooftop, large clouds of snowflakes swept in the cold winter wind, and soon spread out on their black top hats.

Gin held his gun and flicked the snow off his shoulder, and then he walked lightly to the chimney.

In order to prevent foreign objects from falling into the cellar, a small lid is installed at the top of the chimney that can be lifted.

Gin lowered the brim of his hat and glanced at the top cover expressionlessly, then he leaned against the edge of the roof closest to it, looked up at the sky, and waited quietly.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

…… Ten minutes passed.

……

Half an hour later, Vodka secretly put his frozen hands in his pockets.

He turned his head to look at the gin that was covered with snowflakes on his body, and even his eyelashes were stained with some snow foam, and he stopped talking for a long time, and finally spoke cautiously: "Big brother, is she not good at climbing, and fell back halfway?" ”

"......" Gin thought for a moment with a dark face, as if it made sense.

He snorted, opened the pistol's safety with a slight sluggish movement, walked to the chimney that connected to the cellar in front, kicked the baffle open, and raised the gun with an unkind face.

The view unobstructed through the narrow chimney landed at the bottom of the fireplace, illuminated by the cellar lights, and the chimney was empty.

Gin's hand trembled slightly from the exertion of force, and his face was even more gloomy than the darkness of the night around him.

Vodka vaguely felt his eldest brother's calculations, as if there was a slight mistake.

The desire to survive made him pretend that he didn't notice anything, and he stood behind Gin, politely and dutifully looking left and right, as if he was alert to his surroundings.

After a few minutes, he finally saw Gin thaw from the movement of his head bowed.

The tall, cruel, and terrifying man in black put away his pistol and turned away without saying a word, and the clothes of the slim trench coat drew a lonely arc in the night sky.

……

After finally delaying enough time for the police to interrogate them, secretly stirring up the emotions of the others, so that the police had to let them go, Pisk rushed back to the cellar as soon as possible.

However, the worst fears have already occurred.

- Shiho Miyano is gone, his laptop and mobile phone with a lot of information are gone, and there are extra scorch marks on the table, and I don't know what happened.

He scolded fiercely, turned around and wanted to run out to find it, thinking that a child should not be able to run too far.

However, as soon as he turned back to the door of the cellar, before he could hold the doorknob, the door was already pulled open from the outside.

Two tall men in black came with a real cold air, and the cold muzzles of the guns hit his forehead heavily.

Pisk raised his eyes to Gin's cold gaze, and his heart was weak for a moment.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that being escaped by Shirley was a force majeure, and his mission was not to capture Shirley, which could only be regarded as an unexpected gain.

Now that the man has run away, he should not be punished too much.

Thinking about his seniority in the organization, Pisk stiffened up, and looked back at Gin coldly: "What are you doing here?" ”

"You're old, Pisk." Gin pushed Pisk into the cellar with a hard hand, his tone colder than the air outside, and asked, "Why didn't you dispose of the negatives in the first place?" ”

Pisk simply didn't know what he was talking about: "...... Negative? What negatives? ”

Gin sneered and beckoned, and Vodka immediately took out his own laptop and opened the web page.

In the footage, an urgent news is playing. Behind the sweet-looking host, a photo from the ballroom is enlarged on the curtain.

The protagonists of the photo are a pair of young people kissing each other.

In the corner behind them, Pisk – aka Kenzo Kayama – was aiming his gun at the crystal lamp chain on the ceiling, and beneath the ceiling lamp was a councillor with a worried expression.

Pisk looked at the picture and his head buzzed.

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