He spoke slowly: "Rather than asking some obvious questions here, what you should be thinking about is the consequences of Gin's death in your hands."

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Furukawa Kumisa would have wanted to laugh out loud.

...is there such a good thing?

She suppressed her sincere joy and raised her lips in a just right arc.

"I feel relieved when Mr. Wells admits it like this."

She reached out and pointed the gun at Gin.

Furukawa Kumisa's hand was very steady, not trembling at all, just like when Gin pointed the gun at her.

She couldn't see the slightest emotion on Gin's face, which was as deep as water.

He was always like this - like this when he was happy, like this when he was angry, like this when he was kind to her, and like this when he wanted to kill her.

It was like this even when he shot her at the end.

At this moment, she suddenly wanted to ask him why he killed her back then.

She has always known that Gin is a lunatic. There is no reason for such a person to want to kill someone. "Dislike" and "boring" are enough reasons for him to do it.

So she had never been interested in the reason why he shot him.

But at this moment, as she pointed the gun at him, she suddenly wanted to know.

--Why?

besides……

——Do you regret it?

But her daze disappeared instantly. She held the gun in her hand, looked at Gin's calm green eyes, and suddenly laughed.

"You asked me before, what is more beautiful than the Mona Lisa."

There was a trace of confusion in Gin's eyes.

"You think it's the burning Mona Lisa."

People like them are obviously more obsessed with "destroying" a piece of beauty than "owning" it.

Gin was reminding her that the vase was the last thing she needed on this road.

No matter how beautiful a work of art is, there is only one fate in their hands.

Death, brokenness, destruction.

An enchanting smile appeared on Furukawa Kumisa's lips, and she continued slowly: "But I have to tell you, the answer is -"

She suddenly returned her hand, moved the muzzle of the gun away from Gin's forehead, and instantly pointed it at her temple.

"--I."

The moment she said the last word, she pulled the trigger.

It all happened so fast that no one expected her to do this, not even the Gin in front of her, let alone Wells and Fujitaka Yuhito who were far across the table.

The moment she turned back and shot herself, time seemed to be distorted into a long void. She clearly saw Gin's eyes suddenly widening, and the tsunami in his eyes that evolved from the previous wave.

Like a raging fire that sets a prairie fire on fire, it surges into the sky in an instant.

He seemed to want to reach out to stop her, but he couldn't move faster than her who was determined.

She only had a moment to shoot with her backhand, and he didn't even have time to reach out.

Gin watched helplessly as she turned the gun that was originally pointed at him to his head.

Then--

"Crack."

At that moment, time froze in this space, and everyone seemed to have lost the ability to think.

I could only watch with my eyes wide open as the last shot was fired from the left wheel with only one bullet left.

——The gun is empty.

Furukawa Kumisa put down his empty gun and slowly opened his clenched left hand.

She turned her head and looked at Wells and Fujitaka Yuhito opposite.

The expressions on their faces were condensed into a ridiculous look of disbelief, which made her feel at that moment that they were more of an eyesore than gin.

She smiled and spread her palms in front of their eyes.

"We won."
Chapter completed!