Gin sensed that something was wrong.

As soon as he was stunned, Mizushima was able to escape from his hands. He grabbed a brick from the ruined wall behind him, straightened his waist and spun around, like a slippery, uncatchable fish, and climbed onto the wall in one fell swoop. There was only a little bit of warm heat left on the palm of Gin's hand, which quickly dissipated and was inexplicably empty.

He put his hands in his pockets.

Mizushima Kawa stood on the wall and stepped on it, squatting down, his fingers pulling the cloth belt on his wrist, and the narrow wall under his feet was about the width of his palm. Yokohama is very close to the sea, and there is no terrain that blocks the wind, and when the wind blows, he is thin, as if he can be blown out of balance by the wind at any time, and he is partial and steady.

Probably because of the lack of nutrition in his childhood, he was not tall, and he had to tilt his head slightly in the face of gin many times, and he finally stood in a high position at this time. Mizushima Chuan Yan untied the strap and threw it away, lowered his head and "looked" at Gin: "Are you very unpopular?" How moody and tantrums at every turn. ”

He said this very justly.

The discarded strip of cloth was swept by the wind and almost stuck on Gin's face.

Gin: "......"

He's a man who can be very restrained. Kill when you should kill, cooperate when you should cooperate, and the control of personal emotions has always been very good, and it is rare for emotions to affect reason.

But it seems that the Mizushima River Banquet is an exception. How many times, he remembered the first meeting, and the anger immediately rose and burned. Later, too, every Mizushima River banquet could touch this fire. Just like now, Gin's proud self-control is a little broken, and the secret desire for destruction is raging in the bottom of his heart, clamoring to tear something apart.

Mizushima Kawayan lowered his head, and not long after the sun was out of the horizon, it had already turned into a bright gold that was almost white, and a hazy light was plated on his hair. He didn't wake up when he picked up from the sofa in the morning, and his hair was tied in a ponytail at random, and at this time, those loose strands of hair were blown away by the wind, and Mizushima Kawayan unconsciously puffed out his cheeks and blew them away.

Gin could still feel the flames, and the temperature was scorching, but the direction of the wind changed slightly.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he was a little angry: "You don't want to see Xingchuan?" ”

"He's in the slums?" Mizushima Kawayan subconsciously leaned forward a little.

He immediately noticed Gin's movements, presumably trying to grab him by the collar. Gin tried to drag him off the low wall. It's not easy for Mizushima to stabilize his balance in this position, but he doesn't want him to succeed, so he decisively falls backwards, and uses the speed of rotation as he falls, so that Gin is forced to let go.

With the cushion of turning over, Mizushima Kawayan got up from the ground, feeling the gin also climbing over the low wall, and the trench coat hunting sounded, as if he was about to reach out to strangle his throat. Mizushima Kawayan grabbed forward faster than he did—he didn't catch anything.

But he grabbed a handful of hair.

Hey, Gin's long hair is much longer than his, and it still feels so smooth to the touch.

Mizushima Chuanyan's fighting skills have not yet improved, and pulling his hair is self-taught, so he dragged it very badly.

Hair, he thought, is always important, and it hurts a lot.

However, Gin actually directly used this force to force over, as if he was really angry.

Mizushima Chuanyan felt that something was wrong, Gin had a gun on his body, and he could still rely on his physical fitness to maneuver for a while in hand-to-hand combat, if he pulled out a gun, he would die quickly and steadily within seven steps. So under the desire to survive, he also resolutely caught up, hugged the gin, and touched it directly into the coat-

Syllable. He threw away Gin's gun with great speed.

It's even a little proud.

You can't threaten him with a gun this time, can you?

It didn't occur to him that he could snatch the gun and hold Gin hostage instead.

[Alas. What a stupid.

Gin obviously realized it, and the corners of his eyes jumped, and he was speechless. Mizushima Kawayan threw him down and touched his hands all over his body, but this time he strangely did not have that kind of shameful anger, but was very interested to see what else he could do.

"I entrusted you to kill Hoshikawa, but you actually brought me over." He spread his legs apart, rode on top of him, and listed Gin's guilt, "How can there be a killer who makes Party A work himself?" They also snatched my bed and rummaged through my things, don't think I don't know. ”

"How can I be sure that you and Hoshikawa didn't get through?" Gin's tone was leisurely, "How can you be sure, that Xingchuan is real, of course you have to find someone to confirm." ”

He waited for Mizushima Chuan Yan to continue, but this person was stunned, like a wheel, and said what he had just said: "You rob my bed and turn over my things casually." ”

Gin: "So what? ”

Mizushima Kawayan: "You snatch my bed and rummage through my things casually." ”

Gin was silent.

Repeat it three times, it's quite like a coquette. From just now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with Mizushima Chuanyan's brain, the non-derogatory, physical kind. There seems to be an answer now.

"Mizushima Chuanyan, are you sick in the brain?"

"You snatch my bed and rummage through my stuff." Mizushima Kawayan was furious, "You also scolded me for having a sick brain!" ”

【Success rate appraisal...... The verdict was successful. 】

He kept Gin from moving again. After many experiments, Mizushima Kawayan found that this short-term tampering reality has the lowest cost. He patted the dust off his hands, stood up and kicked the gin very unhappily, picked a random direction and left.

Gin felt the familiar, uncontrollable feeling in his body, and the heart said that Mizushima River Banquet really had this kind of means. He stared in the direction of Mizushima Chuanyan's departure.

See—

Mizushima River tripped over a stone and fell flat. He let out an "ahh

Stumbled away.

Gin:......

……

The Mizushima River banquet was actually planned last night, even if Gin didn't get angry with him, he had to make something out and slip away by himself.

He has to investigate the matter of the fake Xingchuan, and then play a real Xingchuan and completely separate his identity from Xingchuan.

However, if he wants to play the role of Hoshikawa, he must find a place to prepare.

There are so many open spaces in the slums, but Mizushima is unsure whether to build a safe house here – there are so many things to solve.

The system suddenly said, "I know a place, it's a good fit. And someone has already taken care of it. 】

"Huh?" Mizushima Chuan Yan was a little worried, "Since it is a place where there is a master, then I will not disturb it when I go over." The people of this place seem to be very unwelcoming to strangers. "It's like enclosure, everybody has their own territory and refuses to allow anyone to step in.

[If you drive him away directly, wouldn't it be good for the dove to occupy the magpie's nest? 】

"Ah...... it turned out that the system wanted him to be a bad guy, "but ......"

[What you need to play now is Xingchuan, not Mizushima River, think about the files you have seen before, be cold, be ruthless, don't hesitate. The system is very oppressive at this time, especially like the boss pushing employees, [In this place, no one is innocent. 】

"I try." Mizushima River Banquet Ne answered.

He used a costly talent, and in just a moment, his appearance became a different appearance. The original light-colored hair has become inky black, and the eyes have become gray hazy blue, and the facial features are delicate, but there is an inexplicable gloomy temperament. He turned the coat backwards and wore it backwards.

I'll show you the way. 】

[Don't talk nonsense with that person.] The system said lightly, "Go in, grab him out, and throw him in Yokohama Bay.] 】

Mizushima Chuan Yan Abba said two sentences, and followed the words of the system, but he didn't plan to do it so absolutely.

Soon, he arrives in a quieter place, surrounded by what appears to be abandoned shipping containers.

"Anyone?" Mizushima Chuanyan stepped into one of the containers, the road in this place is strangely difficult to walk, three steps, a small pit, five steps and a trap, he feels that he has knocked over a lot of things, which is not good.

The container is not small, there are no traps in it, and there is a strong smell of medicine.

It also smells a little bloody......

Mizushima Chuanyan's face turned pale, and a sense of dizziness came up, and he was about to faint blood.

No, no, no, it can't be the smell of blood, it's just rust, rust...... Rust!

"Excuse me, can you move out?"

The aborigines he disturbed hadn't slept at all, and were wrapping bandages around their arms. Being disturbed and offended, the expression on his face has not changed much, carelessly, without even glancing up, just continuing to wrap the bandage.

Mizushima knew that there was a person in front of him, but he didn't know his expression. He felt that the people who lived in such dilapidated and small shipping containers were probably helpless and had no place to live, which was quite pitiful. With such a strong smell of medicine, there is a high probability that he was injured, and he had no money to see a doctor at all. Mizushima Chuanyan's heart couldn't help but soften, and he hesitated for a few seconds: "I'll give you money, enough for you to rent a house in a better place, and then see a doctor." "Anyway, Xingchuan's character should have sympathy for orphans.

This time, the young man in the container finally reacted a little, and he lifted his eyelids in surprise, as if he had seen the human species for the first time, and looked at Mizushima River.

I don't have an impression, I don't remember this person.

I don't know where the rich young master ran out, he didn't look smart, but he was able to run here from the layers of traps outside.

Osamu Dazai knotted the bandage with one hand before he slowly spoke:

"Who are you?"