Gin couldn't wait for her answer, so he didn't ask any questions. He just stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms. She smelled the strong smell of blood on the tip of her nose, and even her throat felt tight.

"It's okay, I'll think about it later."

From now on, in the future... words like this have never appeared in Gin's life, and he can blurt them out more and more skillfully.

Furukawa Kumisa closed his eyes and finally spoke: "Go to a... peaceful place."

Her voice was a little dry, "An ordinary place, no bloody killings, no intrigues..."

She no longer knew what she was talking about.

Furukawa Kumisa never thought that Gin would be the first person to ask her about "the future" in so many years.

It is obvious that she and he are the least qualified people to consider the "future".

Ginjiu listened quietly to her incoherent words. After a while, he spoke again: "Child..."

Furukawa Kumisa trembled slightly, as if he was suddenly brought back to reality.

But he just continued: "Have you decided on a name?"

She gave a rare smile and said, "I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl, so don't worry."

That night she fell asleep in his arms. In her sleep, she felt someone brushing away her long hair and a needle piercing her neck.

She vaguely realized that it was another relaxant.

During this period of time, although Gin was concerned about her health and no longer gave her injections every day, he always gave her a top-up injection every two or three days.

She was so accustomed to this that she continued to sleep without any resistance.

This night she seemed to have a rare and long dream, filled with all kinds of bizarre memories, beautiful and absurd, many things from her first life that had been forgotten in her distant memory.

She could not recall the memory in her dream, she could only remember the last moment, when she stood in the carriage of the Ferris wheel and saw the people around her under the bright stars in the sky.

"Come back later."

She woke up from her dream, and when she got up, the bed next to her was already cold.

Since the time limit of "three days" was mentioned that day, Gin never came back.

Furukawa Kumisa was counting the amount of medicine and the time, while waiting for the last three days.

Gin was a man of his word, and he returned home in the evening three days later.

He seemed to have just escaped from an unprecedented fierce battle. Even the wind brought by his clothes was filled with the fishy smell of gunpowder smoke, but he was very clean and even put on the brand new hat she gave him at the dinner.

hat.

He opened the door and looked at Furukawa Kumisa who was sitting at the table eating, and slowly walked up to her.

He reached out to her, as if wanting to pull her up, "We can go."

When Gin said this, there was even a faint smile on her face. It was not the usual bloody and cruel sneer, but an ordinary smile that she had never seen before.

He was not good at smiling like this, and his smile was very ugly.

"I've booked several flights abroad. You can choose the destination."

Furukawa Kumisa looked at the ticket handed to her. The destination was different, but the same name was written on it.

——Kurosawa Formation, Kurosawa Kumisa.

She shook her hand holding the chopsticks and calmed her voice, "Let's go to Singapore."

She took one of those tickets.

The curvature of Gin's lips became more obvious, "After landing, I will go for a prenatal check-up first."

She replied calmly: "Well, after 45 days of pregnancy, you can indeed have a B-ultrasound."

"Do you have any luggage to pack?"

She shook her head and said, "We are all in the northern hemisphere. There is no need to prepare seasonal clothes in advance. Just buy them when you land."

"Where do you want to go after landing?"

"Universal Studios."

She held her chopsticks and raised her head, "You said you would take me there again in the future."

There seemed to be a faint light flashing in the green eyes filled with strong emotions, "...Okay." He stretched out his hand to her again, "Let's go."

Furukawa Kumisa's hands hidden under the table were shaking violently, but her face didn't show it at all. Her eyes glanced at the dishes on the table.

"...let me take two more bites. I'll have severe nausea today, and I'll faint when I get on the plane soon."

The light in the green pupils faded away, like a passing meteor in the night sky, bright but only for a moment.

Gin sat down opposite her and watched her use her chopsticks.

She raised her head slightly and said, very accustomed to it, "You should also take a few bites."

As she said that, she picked up a few chopsticks of vegetables and put them in his bowl - this was something she was very used to doing after they ate and lived together recently.

Just as she was picking up the food and about to put it into her mouth, her right hand was suddenly held.

She was slightly startled, then raised her head along the hand and saw Gin's expressionless face.

He lost his awkward smile, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Gin pressed her hand, and her weak hand was easily clamped by him. The chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground, and the "snap" sound was very slight, but it hit her heart.

She couldn't make any reaction, even her mind was blank.

He took out his gun with his left hand, put it on the table, and faced her with the side that pulled the trigger.

Furukawa Kumisa's breathing suddenly became rapid, as if he had realized something.

"...Medicine is not good for children." His voice was very light, light and cold, as if he was just saying "the weather is good today."

He pushed the gun in front of her and said, "Use this."

Furukawa Kumisa's trembling finally spread from her left hand under the table to her whole body. She stared at the hand|gun in front of her, her eyes were blood red, but she couldn't say a word.

Gin didn't rush her, and just handed her the ticket again, "The ticket is valid even if I'm not here."

Furukawa Kumisa stared at the two things on the table. On the left was the two-person ticket with their names written on it, and on the right was the gun he handed to her personally.

In nearly thirty years of his life, Gin learned for the first time the right to "choose".

Her voice trembled so much that it was almost deformed: "...when did you find out?"

Gin's voice was still calm: "Three days ago, I injected you with sodium thiopental."

Sodium thiopental, truth serum--a method she had also used before.

He did believe her. Whether he was deceiving himself or others, or deceiving others, he did believe her in this short month.

But Furukawa Kumisa underestimated Gin's defensiveness - even in the end, even when he had planned to escape, he still demanded a definite answer.

But what is underestimated is Gin's wariness towards her, isn't it?

Furukawa Kumisa reached out and picked up the gun, pulled the bolt, and pointed it at Gin's chest.

He once asked her what she wanted.

She gave him three answers, freedom, your life, and their future.

He finally fulfilled his promise.

From the past to the present, from the past to the future.

In their world, whole-hearted trust has always been a big gamble, and she once lost to him - that bet at the cost of her life became the beginning of a nightmare that has been entangled between them for many years.

There is no room for change, and we will continue to fight until death.

He said that this time, she would not be the final loser.

He learned to give her choices.

On the left is the future he promised, and on the right is the blood debt he owed.

Furukawa Kumisa's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the trigger with his hands, which had never missed a beat in the shooting field.

Gin stood up, walked to her, stretched out his hand to steady her trembling muzzle.

Just like the first time many years ago, he reached out and taught the little girl who stepped into the dark world for the first time how to shoot.

——That’s not the case, I’ll teach you.

Gin held the muzzle of her gun and pointed it at his heart.

"That's not the case, I'll teach you."

Gin had also seen her holding a gun many times. Except for the time before their hearts were torn apart by suspicion and madness, in this life, most of the time she held the gun, she pointed it at him.

The only time she put the muzzle of the gun against her own temple with her backhand was at the last moment of shooting.

He used to be obsessed with the beauty of fragmentation and despair that bloomed in the moment the Mona Lisa was destroyed.

This time, he jumped into the fire——

Furukawa Kumisa closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.
Chapter completed!