Worst.

Too bad.

Mizushima Kawayan touched the subtle metallic taste on the tip of his tongue, as well as the residual smell of gunsmoke, and actually wanted to come out in front of the gin.

But he couldn't.

In all fairness, Gin's tracking skills are excellent, and it was only after being followed for a while that he caught a little of the other person's tail on the way home - there was a footstep nearby that kept haunting, and he heard it near the insurance company, near the high-end fruit store, and again on the way home in the community.

There are too many coincidences, and it arouses vigilance.

Plus the familiar smell of smoke that looms when you go downstairs......

Alas.

Sure enough, it was only a matter of time before Gin was discovered.

Mizushima Kawayan actually has many ways to throw people away, and the system can help him do it, but he feels that if he keeps escaping, this person will still catch up. He didn't really like the back-and-forth of trouble.

There seems to be a solution......

Are you going to kill him? 】

If he used his talent to tamper with reality again, making Gin unable to move or something, of course he could easily get rid of this terrible NPC, but ...... Now this game, for him, is no longer a game.

It's a living world.

He is not a god, he is an ordinary person who coexists with them in the world.

In the past, when he played the game, he would feel a little cruel when he attacked NPCs that were too real in holographic games, but now he can't do it. It's not that he doesn't know that Gin is a heinous person, he just has a psychological disorder inexplicably. Maybe the psychological disorder will disappear later...... Who knows.

"System, can I modify Gin's cognition so that his hatred for me disappears, or simply lose his memory."

[This kind of request involves the willpower of the other party, and the success rate is not necessarily successful.] 】

The success rate test has been mentioned several times before, and the system and Mizushima Kawayo briefly explained: the determination of the success rate is a very complex calculation process, involving the right time and place, and also involves the luck of the characters involved in tampering with reality. But this decision is not entirely a matter of luck.

Modify the skills that already have a basic foundation, for example, this dagger will definitely stab the target, because Mizushima Kawayan himself has excellent physical fitness, and the success rate will be very easy to judge.

Suppose Mizushima Kawayan's parents died early and he lived in his aunt's house, and his uncle told him before he died that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and that there was a girl he liked named Mary Jane. Then if the system is asked to determine "get superpowers after being bitten by a spider", the success rate will increase a lot.

Among them, the probability of success is not the same as letting the spider have the ability to bite people to obtain superpowers.

Mizushimagawa listened to it at that time, and the whole person began to fall asleep, and directly gave up thinking.

Anyway, this kind of delicate calculation process can be completed by the system.

[Moreover, the tampering effect lasts for a limited time.] The system added, [Amnesia for ten minutes, and then I remembered it again, what's the use?] 】

- What is this, forgot, and beaten up if it doesn't look good.

- I think about it, damn it, just give it another beating.

Mizushima River Banquet: ......

His not-so-wealthy brain was rattling and moving with considerable difficulty. And the system didn't say a word, wondering if Mizushima Kawayan could solve this crisis on his own...... It went offline for a while, and there was actually another CG on the line, and it was still fucking licking the barrel of other people's guns-

It had to see what else Mizushima could do on its own.

As a result, before he could make something out, Gin stared at his gun, remembering the scene just now, and an indescribable irritability arose in his heart for no reason. He rarely didn't hold back his face, gasped, and pinched Mizushima Chuanyan's cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth.

And then simply put the already "dirty" uncle... Leta poked in.

"Hmm!"

Pressing the root of his tongue, Mizushima almost retched.

"One last time." Gin's voice was cold to the bone, "What does Xingchuan have to do with you?" ”

"Hmm, woo...... "How can Mizushima Chuan still speak, he snorted a few times without much strength, and immediately asked the system to use the plug-in to make second-hand preparations.

[The gun failed for 30 minutes, and the success rate was ......]

[Judgment successful.] 】

[Random debuff selection, will take effect after 5 minutes.] 】

Mizushima finally couldn't hold back, his Adam's apple rolled, and he was sick to his stomach.

- This thing tastes so bad!

And what are you asking like this! He couldn't say a word!

The sense of crisis and physical discomfort that was about to die Huang Quan erupted together, and Mizushima Chuanyan's hand on one side was raised, holding Gin's ankle with great force, and the other pointed to his mouth, indicating that he couldn't speak at all.

"Ahem...... Woo wow...... "Gin pulled out his own gun, Mizushima Kawayan immediately took a sip, saliva overflowed a little along the corner of his mouth, but unfortunately he didn't have time to wipe it. Coughing too hard, his voice was a little hoarse, "Just ask, what is the matter of torturing people like this?" ”

Angry.

Rational offline.

Mizushima Kawayan grabbed Gin's ankle and lifted it hard, and with his other hand, he grabbed the gun with lightning speed, so fast and precise that he could almost hear the mournful sound of the opponent's wrist being twisted. He was half-leaning against the wall of the alley, which was not a good posture to exert power, so he simply kicked with his right foot on the ground and hit Gin in the left calf with a side kick.

The two suddenly lost their balance together and became entangled.

"He taught me how to do it." Mizushima Kawayan clutched the barrel of the gun, and Gin's finger was no longer on the trigger, but he still didn't give up the gun, and the two of them broke the gun in a strange posture, the muzzle of the gun pointed obliquely at the sky, "The current house is also his." My ex-boyfriend, he dumped me and the person went missing. Are you satisfied with this answer? ”

Probably because of his anger, he spoke very impulsively, which only increased his credibility.

"Huh." Gin smiled, not knowing if it was to puncture Mizushimagawa's "weak" disguise, or because of this statement. He doesn't look good now, his wrist must have been sprained, his ankle is also painful, and this guy's explosiveness and grip are amazingly terrifying.

He fought hard, trying to suppress the blind man again, and his voice became harder: "What means did you use to keep me from moving that day? Why don't you use it now? ”

"You want to feel?" Mizushimagawa smiled softly.

Gin was suddenly vigilant: "If you can use it, it must have been used a long time ago, and it is impossible to wait until now." ”

"Sort of." Mizushima Chuan Yan said indifferently, "It's a kind of talisman, the guy from Hoshikawa gave me during the love period, it seems to be a gypsy or some kind of alien from Tibet, China, and one can only be used once." He gave me three, and now I have one left. ”

Gin is half-convinced, believing in the supernatural, but not quite believing in the accuracy of this number.

He wanted to continue to ask some questions, but Mizushima Kawayan suddenly spoke: "...... We can't get any results like this, why don't we sit down and talk? ”

"You want to find Hoshikawa, and I want to find Hoshikawa too."

Mizushimagawa paused, and repeated the conclusion given by the system: "His priority is above me, right, Mr. Killer?" ”

The silence was as long as a century.

Gin gritted his teeth and reluctantly let go of his personal hatred: "Okay." ”

……

They entered Mizushima Kawayan's house.

Mizushima led the way silently and didn't speak at all...... He didn't dare.

Mom, what did he make up just now?

No, how can this guy Gin really believe it...... Gypsy amulets can be believed, is that okay?

He heard Gin sit on the couch with a big swing, wiping his gun with a tissue. He wanted to light a cigarette, but as soon as he lit it, he saw the bruise on his wrist that had been pinched, and he snuffed it out in a rage.

Obviously, he wanted Mizushima to continue.

Mizushimagawa could only make up his head: "Even if you don't come to find it, I'm going to find that guy." Seriously, you're a killer, right? I'd like to entrust you with his head. He said as if he and Hoshikawa had a common enmity.

"Want to entrust us?" Gin smiled, "Do you know the price?" ”

"The last talisman is ...... as a deposit for this commission?" Mizushimagawa said uncertainly.

“…… OK. ”

Eh???

Mizushima Chuanyan was silent for a moment, he felt a little too hasty, and wanted to say something, but he heard a voice from the door:

"Ding Dong"

There was a knock on the door.

Gin's first reaction was that Mizushimakawa had found a helper and wanted to get out of the storm to solve this person.

As a result, Mizushima Chuanyan stretched out his hand to block it, he opened his lips and looked shocked: "Who will come to me?" ”

"You don't know?"

"I don't know." Mizushima Kawayan rubbed his forearm and whispered, "What you just said...... How about we work together for a short time? ”

Gin was silent.

Mizushima felt that he had acquiesced, so he felt the edge of the sofa and stood up and approached the door: "Who?" ”

"It's me," someone replied outside the door, "Matsuda." ”

"Hiss......" Mizushima Kawayan turned his head in the direction of Gin, "It's a friend, I didn't know he would come over at this time." ”

"That...... Brother, can you hide? ”

……

Mizushima River Banquet opened.

"Matsuda-kun, why are you here?"

"I took Sato's hitchhike home today, but a friend asked her out to go shopping halfway, I think it's close to you, so I stopped by to have a look." Matsuda Jinhei casually shook a small bag out of his voice, "Bring a pair of sunglasses, I think, this should be enough as a souvenir?" ”

"Of course!" Mizushima Kawayan didn't expect him to say casually, Matsuda Jinhei really bought him a pair of sunglasses, "Thank you so much." Come in and sit down? ”

He looked quite calm, but his heart had already exploded: Ahhhh He came with gifts, no matter how he looked, he couldn't turn people away, let people in, but there was still a gin in the house. He originally wanted to throw the gin out of the window, but unfortunately his new home was on the 6th floor, and a fight would not allow him to be thrown out first. I had to let Gin find a place to hide it first.

He didn't know Gin's face, but it must have been very subtle.

And Matsuda is a policeman, and Gin is a killer.

It's over—

He ushered Matsuda Jinpei into the living room, and Matsuda Jinpei felt the need to ask a blind man to entertain him, but Mizushima felt that it was necessary. His actions in his home were very flexible, and he quickly touched the refrigerator in his heart: "What does Matsuda-kun want to drink?" I have sodas, sweet milk, juices, tea, and so on. I'm sorry that there's nothing to entertain. ”

"Tea is fine." Matsuda Jinhei has a habit of smoking, and when he relaxes, he wants to take a cigarette in his mouth, "Do you mind if I smoke?" ”

"I don't mind."

So Matsuda Jinpei took out the lighter, and the flames passed by, and the smoke slowly rose. It was the last cigarette in the cigarette case, and he subconsciously looked for the trash can.

Matsuda Jinhei was stunned.

"Do you smoke?"

"Huh?" Mizushima Kawayan held a can of green tea in his left hand, and in his right hand he pulled out of the refrigerator and put the last snack on the coffee table, "I don't smoke." ”

"That's it." Matsuda Jinpei's thumb swiped over the coffee table, erasing a little gray, "You sit down and order." ”

I didn't look closely, but now I look at it again, and Mizushima Chuanyan's clothes seem to be a little weird, and one side is particularly wrinkled. Looking again, although the dust on the fabric has been dusted, there are still some faint marks left on the dark fabric on the shoulder.

Before entering the door with him, the shoe prints he saw at the door could be vaguely matched.

Japanese people are used to changing their shoes before entering the door, but there is no pair of shoes in the shoe closet that match the size.

The soot on the coffee table, the shoe prints on the shoulders of Mizushima Kawaya.

An image of smoking, violent, entering the door and not even changing shoes appeared in his mind.

He suddenly grabbed Mizushimagawa's wrist.

Mizushima Kawayan was defenseless against Matsuda Jinpei, and was so frightened that he leaned back and fell into the sofa: "...... What's wrong? ”

"What's the matter with the mark on your shoulder?" Matsuda Jinpei asked word by word, staring at Mizushima Kawayan's face to observe his expression, "Is there anyone else in your family?" ”

Mizushima Kawayan hid a man at home for the first time in his life, and he was quite inexperienced. was poked in the center of the panic, his crow-like eyelashes trembled, and his voice was muffled: "No ......"

It's miserable.

Matsuda Jinpei forcibly suppressed the anger rolling in his heart, and his eyes roamed the entire room, there was no place to hide in the living room, and the doors of the kitchen and bathroom were open, only ...... He smiled, his eyes fierce and his tone as gentle as he could:

"Mind if I visit your house?"