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"Bang!"
The killer heard his own heartbeat beating suddenly.
Heavy, dragging him out of the deep darkness in a crushing manner——
——When he woke up, he only saw a white ceiling.
"Tick tick tick"
The clock moves mechanically.
His green eyes seemed inorganic and indifferent, fixed on the girl wearing a white gown.
"Are you awake?"
Gin couldn't hear the sound yet and read it from her mouth.
Sherry.
Guys from the research team.
——Is he being used as a test subject by Waste Recycling?
Gin's dull brain began to wake up belatedly, and he recalled this mission in a sting that was almost torture.
Let me talk about the conclusion first: "A miserable victory"
For organizations, this is a very rare lack of intelligence.
This almost devastating mistake accidentally exposed Gin during the operation. When the killer was being hunted, he wanted to shoot the guy who provided the information.
But the killer only needs to kill the king.
Adhering to the pride of a killer, Gin was not willing to leave empty-handed.
He fought hard to injure both sides, even if he died in a mess in the garbage he would still want to take a bite of his opponent's flesh!
——Looking at it now, he was probably not quite dead and was picked up from the garbage dump.
Sherry held the beaker and took a sip of the bitter black coffee that didn't even contain gin: "The medicine I picked you up with...W's side effects..."
Because the mouth shape was covered, Gin read intermittently.
But it can also be simply inferred that the injury he sustained was probably quite severe, so the scientific research team here gave him a drug that was still in the experimental stage in a gambling manner.
Regardless, Gin lives.
Although being used as a guinea pig is really annoying——
"You look like this...Kamu..."
The core researcher of the scientific research team who was not dealing with Gin was still talking about something.
Gin was tired of reading and closed his eyes to rest.
When Wei Wei recovers a little, he will leave.
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I don’t know what medicine the research team used.
Gin recovered very quickly. When he took off the bandage, the person in charge of the drug project had tears in his eyes. His eyes were bright as if he was looking into the future. He was standing at the Nobel Prize——
It's a pity that a purely black organization cannot be arrogant.
So the poor researcher got at most a few hundred million bits of research funding, and mourned his missed honor and reputation in the extravagance of life and death.
Gin didn't understand his sadness.
He moved around and thought he was in good shape.
During the period of recuperation, the killer was so bored that he could only listen to the clicking of the mechanical pointer, and a lot of mushrooms grew.
He decided to go on a mission and pull out the mushrooms on his body——
"...brother."
Vodka, who came to pick him up, looked bleak.
Gin suspected that he was hungover, but unfortunately the sunglasses were welded to his face and the killer couldn't tell anything.
However, this was the first time that Gin really heard it from someone else’s mouth——
"Don't worry, I believe she is just going to indulge for a while, and then..."
——Camu.
Gin was sure that before this, he had never even heard of a guy with such a name in the organization.
Perhaps a piece of his memory is missing.
Gin listened calmly as Vodka, Chianti, Cohen, and even Belmode talked about the existence of Camus.
Their attitude is as if Camus is the bait and as long as you put the hook on it, you can catch the gin.
——I heard that Kamu was his guide.
——I heard that Kamu left all the tasks to him, arrogantly acting like no one else was around.
——I heard that Kamu and him were inseparable.
——I heard that Kamu dumped him and disappeared from the world.
The pen scratches across the notebook leaving traces.
Gin narrowed his eyes as he held what could be called the "Camu Investigation Diary".
The killer devoted his time to satisfying his curiosity, but until now, he knew very little about Kamu.
People in the organization, especially the action team, never leave any photos or records in order to remain anonymous.
Gin didn't know what Camus looked like.
With the gesture of vodka, Camus seems to be equivalent to a junior high school student? "But if Kamu knows what I said, hiss——"
Vodka grabbed gin as a life-saving straw, "Brother, you must never leave it alone!"
But Belmode said: "Camu and I are quite similar?"
Uzo from the logistics team knocked on the door one time. He showed a little loneliness in his vicissitudes of life: "Camus hasn't come to me for a drink for a while..."
"Although it's just me fighting every time——"
Gin tried to draw effective information from this intelligence to describe Camu's appearance.
But they said——
Vodka seems to be analyzed by a drug expert: "But when Kamu and his eldest brother are together, they are inexplicably incompatible... Is it a matter of temperament?"
Belmod clicked his tongue: "But recently she has become more and more similar to you, and she has gradually become impatient——"
Uzo clinked his wine glass: "Since Camus is not here, you must be in the mood to have a drink?"
"You drink much better than Camus!"
Lots and lots of them.
Gin's mapping of Camus is still blank.
"."
Gin's fingertips touched the word "Camu".
"She is like a ghost that only I can't see."
"Everyone knows her, but I know nothing——"
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Gin languished silently.
But the guy who had always been the king of rolls suddenly had a bit of a bad attitude, which was really too obvious.
He ignored all temptations and acted on his own will.
On this day, the killer turned on the interruption.
A rogue app took away the organizational communication line in a devastating manner.
Gin raised his eyebrows slightly.
He clicked on "Lovely You"——
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Thick clouds and fog.
In reality, there is no such thing as being immersed in water.
Gin steps on the ruined walls, there is hustle and bustle nearby, and the ruined doomsday in the distance.
The golden words that drew him into the game gradually collapsed.
Gin heard someone's slightly trembling breathing.
The killer lowered his eyes——
——Her hair is like a near-ink kite color, slightly curly, and looks like fluffy hair.
Xin Ye's eyes reflected his appearance purely and clearly.
His heroine, Fei Zhumi.
Compared with the appearance of the small dumpling, it has a bit of a decadent color, which is thick and colorful in the clouds and mist.
Gin's eyes trembled slightly.
It was as if the forgotten gear had been dismantled and reappeared within easy reach.
With its appearance, we realized that the structure that we thought was stable was actually vulnerable.
The killer's blank notebook seems to have finally found its core.
His intuition seemed certain that "Kamu" must look like this.
"Favorability +100"
Fei Zhushi did not cover up the beauty in her eyes at all.
Even the killer who knew nothing about emotions other than "fear" and "panic" could tell that she was rejoicing for his arrival.
Pure, overwhelming emotion.
Gin silently averted his eyes.
He hasn't compiled the new version of "Camu Investigation Diary" yet, and the combined information is almost exploding!
--but.
Gin disassembled the gun in his hand and put it back again.
For a killer, this is a pretty fancy but useless display, especially when facing an evil boss.
Gin pulled the trigger.
His eyes drifted slightly to the notice on the side: "Favorability +100"
——He had never heard that Kamu was a beauty addict.
(End of chapter)
The author said:——Think Qin-chan doesn’t know anything?
Qin-chan started studying the script early!
"How can I identify you?"