He calmed down his sudden rapid breathing and walked forward, "What's wrong?"

She seemed to have just noticed him, and was startled by him. Then she covered her forehead and frowned: "...I hit my head."

Then he seemed to remember something and said a little irritably: "There are so many cupboards in the living room, can't you tell me which cupboard it is in?"

As she said this, her temper also rose, "Since you're down, go find it yourself."

Only then did Gin notice that many of the cupboards in the living room had signs of being turned over, some of which had not even been closed tightly. It was obvious that she had rummaged through them in a hurry.

——She was anxiously looking for the medicine box for him.

Gin didn't say anything else, he just grabbed her arm, dug out the medicine box from the living room, and took her back to the room along with the medicine box.

With a "click" sound, Furukawa Kumisa heard the sound of the door being locked.

She remained calm, just sitting on the chair and not taking the initiative to help him treat his wounds.

He had been on guard against drugging him, and if he tried to get involved at this time, it would be an attempt to arouse his suspicion.

Gin didn't call her, he sat opposite her, opened the medicine box and took care of it himself.

Furukawa Kumisa simply sat by the bed and took a book casually, without even looking at his wounds, looking completely disgusted and wanting to stay away from him.

After Gin took care of his wounds, he closed the medicine box and wanted to go to the bed to hug her, but she glared at her and said, "Go take a shower."

His upper body was only covered by a shirt, and with a glance from the corner of her eye, she could roughly observe his wounds.

It was not a fatal injury, and it was not even as good as the bite he received when they were at the experimental base - so the strong smell of blood when he entered was another way he used to test her.

Gin just replied lightly: "Don't get water on the wound."

Furukawa Kumisa sneered and threw a book at him, "I've been waiting for the day when your wound becomes inflamed and infected and leads to death."

Her sharp-tongued words did not have any lethal effect. Gin turned his head and dodged the book she threw at him, caught it smoothly, closed it and put it back on the bookshelf, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

Furukawa Kumisa lay on the bed and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He started to test her frequently, which was good.

Compared with the first half month, he didn't even test her in the slightest, and was focused on guarding her as she escaped. Such a test could only

It showed the wavering in his heart.

He began to believe that maybe she didn't really want to escape - or at least that she was "tripped".

She lowered her eyes and looked at her flat belly. As expected, this "child" had contributed a lot to it.

Now there was only one last step left - she had to make Gin willing to dine at the same table with her.

From the beginning to now, he had personally brought her meals to her, but even so, Gin had never had a meal with her.

Even if he occasionally came back early and she was still eating, she never saw him move his chopsticks.

Even in the past few days, she sometimes sent him text messages to tell him what she wanted to eat - even if he personally prepared the food he brought back to her, he never touched the chopsticks.

He is still guarding against her poisoning.

This is the most difficult point.

While she was distracted, Gin had already walked out of the bathroom. Looking at her dazed look, he glanced at her hand on her belly and said nothing.

Gin knew that she had been spending more and more time in a daze recently because of this child.

He was not in a hurry to force her, and it was his plan to use such things to distract her from escaping.

He leaned forward and kissed her.

Furukawa Kumisa came to his senses, pushed him away again, and said with disgust: "Aren't you injured?"

Gin seemed to be in a good mood, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Aren't you looking forward to my death?"

She sneered and said sarcastically, "Death in bed? It's too easy for you."

But he had already pressed forward, holding down her resisting hand, and a low but smiling voice sounded in her ears: "They all died in your hands, what's the difference?"

She shook her head slightly, "...this is what you said."

Gin didn't answer, just laughed vaguely.

Furukawa Kumisa stretched out his hand to lift his long hair and took a serious look at his wounds.

Gin asked: "What are you looking at?"

His movements did not slow down, and she was a little out of breath when she answered: "...Your wound, unfortunately, did not... hurt the vital part."

Gin seemed to pause for a moment, and then said casually, "Akai Shuichi's marksmanship has deteriorated greatly."

The familiar name suddenly slipped into his ears, and Furukawa Kumisa was caught off guard and trembled slightly.

Gin naturally noticed her reaction and suddenly sneered, then held her shoulders and sank down.

"……don't want!"

But her previous reaction was enough to anger this lunatic - even though she has calmed down a lot in the past two weeks, the lunatic is still a lunatic after all.

Her consciousness was washed away in the huge waves. She tried to reach out to hold something, but she only got a handful of cold blond hair.

The owner of the blond hair was grabbing her lips, kissing her fiercely with a force that strangled her breathing passages.

At the end of her confusion, she suddenly thought that if this was another temptation from him, then she might be able to use this opportunity in reverse.

After passively dormant for a whole month, it was time for her to take the initiative.

The next day she fell asleep for the first time in a long time and didn't wake up until noon, but Gin miraculously didn't go out and sat at the table waiting for her to wake up, forcing her to finish lunch.

She had been in a state of lethargy since she woke up, without any vitality at all. She even stared at the food on the table in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Of course Gin knew what she was thinking, and he also knew why she was uncharacteristically depressed again today.

Because of the name he mentioned last night.

——Just a name can make her so depressed.

Gin wanted to get angry, but this matter was different from the past. He was afraid that his anger would be uncontrollable and hurt her, so he managed to suppress his anger and watched her finish her lunch and prepare to deal with her own affairs.

Furukawa Kumisa sat at the table for a while, then got up and picked up a book from the bookshelf, and then walked to the balcony.

Gin took a look and didn't stop her - he knew that she had always liked reading on the deck chair on the balcony recently.

Sometimes she also likes to move a small table

Go out and move the flower arrangement tools to the balcony. The room is still filled with her occasional masterpieces these days.

But she walked to the balcony and locked the floor-to-ceiling window with her backhand.

Gin realized something almost instantly. He took a few steps to the floor-to-ceiling window, twisted the doorknob twice, and found that he couldn't easily unlock it from the inside.

Furukawa Kumisa outside had moved the deck chair to the railing outside the balcony, and then climbed onto the deck chair.

Gin did not hesitate any longer, pulled out his pistol, and fired two "bang bang" shots at the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The glass shattered in response, and amid the "crash" sound, Furukawa Kumisa had already stepped onto the railing by using the height of the lounge chair.

Even one of her legs was hanging in the air outside the railing.

At the critical moment, Gin grabbed her, took her down from the balcony, took her back to the house, and put her back on the bed.

In anger, Gin had amazing oppressive power. He pressed her shoulders, eyes blazing: "What are you doing?"

She wants to commit suicide? No, a fall from a height of two floors won't kill anyone.

She wants to run away? No, she is well aware of the warnings around the house and also knows her own strength. She cannot escape now that she is drugged.

There is only one answer.

A fall from a height of two stories cannot kill an adult, but it can kill a child in the belly.

——She wants to have an abortion.

What made her think about it again after struggling for nearly half a month, when she was about to give up the idea and resign herself to taking good care of her baby? She even resorted to jumping off a building to achieve it.

There is no doubt that it was the name he mentioned last night.

There was already murderous intent in his voice, and his fingers tightened convulsively on her shoulders, strongly suppressing his desire to reach towards her neck.

"Just because you heard Akai Shuichi's name, you wouldn't hesitate to jump off the building and kill our child?" He clamped her chin and lifted her head, "Now, who do you think is the real madman?"

What he could see were her eyes full of tears.

Furukawa Kumisa waved his hand away fiercely, as if her long-pent-up emotions suddenly burst out, and her roar was filled with despair.

"Yes! I'm the crazy one!! I'm just crazy that I seriously considered giving birth to this child!!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she stared at him with her red eyes, sadness and anger entangled in her pupils, just like the true words she vented.

"I'm just crazy to want to have this child..." When she mentioned the child, she felt sad and choked up subconsciously.

"This child...this...child with such a father and mother..."

She wiped away the tears on her face, suddenly raised her head and asked him, "Gin, have you ever thought about what it means to give birth to this child?"

Gin looked at her red eyes and didn't answer, but the grip on her shoulders had gradually loosened.

She continued minding her own business, "That is my child, and it is also your child. What are our identities? We are undercover police officers, members of the Ji Tao organization. I don't care about your identity, but what about the child?
To be continued...