One ward, two beds.

Gin lay in the back, and vodka lay outside.

The two of them were plastered all over their bodies, and the black clothes they wore were replaced by splints and bandages at this moment, and finally turned white.

In the middle of the wall opposite the two beds, there is a television set, in which the hot dance of the popular girl group is playing.

Gin, unable to move his whole body, was forced to watch what he saw as an uninteresting show.

His body hurt and his heart was even more tired, and he just wanted to scold the vodka on the other bed.

When the nurse who came in to take care of him just now asked what show he wanted to watch, of course, the cold Gin showed with his eyes that he didn't need to watch that kind of stupid thing.

And when the nurse asked about vodka, vodka decisively asked to adjust to a certain idol's show.

Damn, if it weren't for the fact that Gin would have caused pain in his wound even if he moved his mouth now, he would probably have ordered Vodka to turn off the TV quickly.

After watching various idol shows repeatedly.

Gin's eyes were distracted, and somehow, he suddenly thought of the brainwashing methods of some intelligence organizations, forcibly pulling the brainwashed people's eyelids open, forcing them to watch boring and repetitive videos, and finally achieving the goal of destroying people's minds.

Damn, if someone doesn't shut this damn thing up, he's going to collapse.

At this time, the door with Gin's hope was opened, and a man walked in from outside.

It's a strange nurse.

Seeing this person's arrival, Gin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He lifted his bandaged fingers, pointed to the TV where the program was playing, and was about to open his mouth when he noticed that something was wrong with the nurse in front of him.

When the nurses who came over before saw him so badly injured, their eyes were either curious or sympathetic, and at most they could only touch his face to take advantage of him.

Now, however, this man's expression was full of suspicion, followed by ridicule, and then a kind of sarcasm that was particularly familiar with gin.

This guy is ......

The nurse's sleeves swept across her face, and the unfamiliar face quickly turned into the person Gin had in mind—

The long silver hair that seemed to reflect the moonlight fell, and a beautiful face that was so white that it was a little inhuman appeared in front of him,

This person is none other than a well-known cadre in the organization, Belmode, the Witch with a Thousand Faces.

"Gin, I haven't seen you for a while, and you've actually fallen to this point?"

She curled the corners of her mouth, an inexplicable smile on her face, walked to Gin's hospital bed, and gently stroked the plaster cast on his body.

Gin wanted to reply, but he remembered how uncomfortable it was for the mystic who put the phrase "secrets make women more feminine" on his lips, and he felt that there was no need to endure the pain to talk to her.

"Who the hell has the ability to beat you to the way you are and still save your life?"

In terms of yin and yang, Belmode can be regarded as an expert, anyway, now that Gin can't move, she can fiddle with it as much as she wants.

What's more, with her current strength, Gin is no longer her opponent.

Even if he played her in his prime, it would only be a repetition of the scene when she met Shuichi Akai in New York a year ago......

It's a pity that the last one was a few centimeters shorter, otherwise the rye whiskey guy would have been in a different place by now.

Gin closed his eyes, although Belmode didn't speak very well, but she had at least one advantage, that is, he didn't have to put up with the idols on TV who deliberately suppressed their voices in front of otaku for the time being.

"I didn't expect your taste to change quite quickly."

Who knows, Belmode actually sat aside and began to talk about the TV show, full of teasing of gin.