Kurosawa Gin still went to school every day. Gin looked through the invitation letter casually. Today was the day that Bellmode wanted to get rid of him. Gin didn't know what this woman wanted to do, but it didn't mean that he would let Bell go.

Mode was plotting, or in other words, he was not interested in this masquerade, so he didn't want to be plotted.

So, Gin took Black Ball out for a walk.

"Meow." The cat was also very curious. Following the footsteps of the little black ball, Gin was taken to Line 20. He walked slowly along this road, but soon he noticed something was wrong.

, a faint smell of blood filled the air, the silver-haired man's eyes dimmed for a second, and then he continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

"Meow meow meow?" The little black ball seemed to have discovered something and suddenly rushed out. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, at least for Gin.

Without deliberately concealing the sound of her footsteps, Belmod subconsciously held the pistol when she noticed someone coming. Her current condition is not only bad, she has three broken ribs and a bullet in her leg. If she encounters anyone in trouble now

, she will probably be here.

"Meow?" The first thing that appeared in his eyes was a small black ball. The lightbulb-like eyes looked curiously at the embarrassed woman sitting in the phone booth, followed by a pair of shoes. Belmod's eyes moved up, pine green.

His eyes stared at her calmly.

"Gin?" Belmode's eyes flashed with astonishment. Gin crouched down, his eyes as usual, quiet and clear, "Why are you here?"

"Passing by." Gin touched Belmod's wound, and the charming-looking woman frowned slightly.

"I originally wanted to call Jimlet and ask him to pick me up." Belmod looked at the little black ball sitting aside, stood up with the help of gin, and took a few breaths, "Look

It doesn’t look like it’s needed anymore.”

"Thank you for your hard work." Belmode put his cheek in front of Gin, looking harmless, like a cat nestling by the stove, but this cat has very sharp claws.

It was impossible for Gin to carry Belmode back. He walked here slowly for more than an hour, first borrowed a man from Jimlet, and then treated Belmode's wounds. Not long after, a black Porsche 356a parked next to the phone booth.

A strong man wearing sunglasses walked down.

"Vodka?" Belmode was stunned for a moment, and Gin glanced at the organization member codenamed Vodka who was wearing similar clothes to him. Belmode was sitting in the back seat, Gin was in the passenger seat, and Vodka was driving.

"Speaking of which, Gin, why do you have a cat?" Belmode rubbed the little black ball's furry head with one hand. She was a little dizzy due to excessive blood loss, but her alertness kept her awake. Belmode could only find nothing to say.

talk.

"I picked it up on the roadside." Gin replied casually, "Just like you."

Belmode: "..."

"Gin, you won't have a girlfriend if you talk like that." Belmode cheered up and replied.

"Women are troublesome." Gin lit up a cigarette, and Vodka's driving skills were good, very stable, without any bumps. He walked for an hour and drove there in ten minutes. He sent Gin and Belmode to their destination, and Vodka went directly

Drive away.

After entering the villa, Belmode treated his wounds again, got rid of the blood-stained clothes, and lay on the bed with a lazy expression. Gin did not have women's pajamas here, so the pajamas on Belmod's body were still Gin's.

.

The clothes didn't fit well. Gin was more than half a head taller than Belmod. Gin's pajamas were a little baggy on Belmod. With her fair neck and delicate collarbones, only Gin could appreciate the beautiful scenery.

It's a pity that Gin didn't care about this at all, and his eyes didn't change even when he treated Belmod's wounds and saw the parts he shouldn't look at, as if the person lying in front of him was not a delicate beauty who brought disaster to the country and the people, but a beautiful woman who brought disaster to the country and the people.

It's a corpse or some other dead thing.

There are quite a lot of empty rooms in the villa, but there are not many rooms with beds. At least Gin has only made two bedrooms so far. One is occupied by Kurosawa Gin and the other is occupied by Belmode. The silver-haired man came to the study silently.

Take care of your own wounds. The injuries you sustained at Mihua City Hall are almost healed now, and it is estimated that you will be fully recovered in a few days.

Gin didn't care about his injuries, but when he could take care of them, he wouldn't let them get worse. After all, that would affect his actions. The chance of surviving in a full state was always higher than a half-disabled state.

Opening his laptop, he was more curious about who could have allowed Belmod to end up in such a tragic end. This woman would never move forward when she smelled danger. Most of the time, she retreated without leaving any clues, but

Once you go deeper, you will almost die.

Gin had seen Bermod in such a miserable state before. She didn't have a code name at that time. It wasn't the first time they met, but it was the first turning point in their relationship.

Later, Belmode got the code name "vermouth", and their interactions were relatively more, but compared with before, they occasionally cooperated to complete tasks. It can be regarded as a certain tacit understanding, and Gin would not use it again.

Belmod was thrown from his territory.

Later, they slept together, which was purely an accident. Then there was Kurosawa Gin, and a few years later, Gin suddenly left.

The study was very dark, with only the cold light of the computer screen. Gin was leaning on the chair, with her long silver hair hanging behind her. Her eyes that usually looked pure and quiet were a little cold under the cold light, with a chill that penetrated her bones.

Like an ice blade, Gin looked at the new emails that kept popping up on the computer screen, his eyes dim and unclear. At this moment, Gin was more like a top hunter in the dark, rather than some cold neighbor next door.

Gin sat in the study all night, and the computer automatically played new information. The silver-haired man just leaned on the chair, crossed his legs, and scanned the information that flashed quickly on the computer like a scanner. His eyes scanned the information, and his brain

Classified and stored in the memory palace, it is more like a well-equipped optical brain than a person.

As dawn broke, Gin stopped scanning files, closed his eyes and let his brain empty out. The files he browsed in one night were countless gigabytes or even terabytes. Gin now had a headache, and his temples were pounding.

Hearing the footsteps coming from outside, Gin didn't look back, "Did you stay up all night?" A charming female voice sounded from behind, and Belmode touched the hot computer.

"If your injury is not healed, go take a shower." Although Gin closed his eyes, the faint lemon smell of the woman behind him lingered on the tip of his nose. It was the smell of shampoo.

"Ah~ I feel sticky and uncomfortable." Belmod pushed her wet blond hair behind her back, her voice filled with honey, and the honey was laced with poison, "I've already packed Xiao Yin's lunch."

"It's you," Belmod gently tapped Gin's back, breathing on Gin's ear, "When did you get hurt?"

Gin opened his eyes, and Belmode was wrapped in a bath towel, teasing the man's nerves unscrupulously. Don't get me wrong, he and Belmode did not have that kind of relationship. Even if they did, it was an accident many years ago, and there was no second time.

Second-rate.

Gin took out his cigarette case, but before he could take out a cigarette, Bellmode took it over. Gin didn't care, he took out a cigarette and lit it, "Borrow a fire." Bellmode approached Gin.

, leaned very close to his face, lit his cigarette with the help of the flames on the gin cigarette, and blew out a standard round smoke ring.

Belmod's craftsmanship is quite good. While having breakfast with Gin, the blond woman was wrapped in a bath towel and playing on the sofa with her mobile phone. The little black ball was spinning around Belmode. Kazlan's big eyes were staring at the owner who appeared.

Strange woman at home.

So, Belmode started petting the cat.

Gin used a laser pointer to tease the cat every day. As for Belmode, when he reached out to pick up the laser pointer, he accidentally rubbed the mouth of the bath towel open and caused the towel to slip...that was an accident.

Then the home delivery service came, and Belmod finally no longer had to wrap herself in a bath towel, but...

Gin looked at the dozen or so delivery boxes in front of him and looked at Bellmode coldly. How many things did this woman buy?

In fact, there were not many, only about a dozen pieces. A certain woman who occupied the magpie's nest unconsciously moved Gin's clothes to the side, filling the empty wardrobe with clothes.

Belmode changed her clothes and leaned against the window sill with a smile on her face. Her sloping body was wrapped in a slim dress, which outlined her graceful curves. The classic black and white combination and the two open buttons at the top were full of strange abstinence and temptation.

Two temperaments, light golden curly hair scattered on the shoulders, a few naughty strands of hair sticking to the graceful collarbone and delicate skin, and constantly sliding with the rise and fall of the chest, flipping up the long hair, red lips and beautiful eyes

With a faint smile, he lazily turned his back to the brilliant sunset.

This is definitely a fairy that can confuse people's hearts, tempting the people in front of them to continue to explore her in depth, and to get her, they will not flinch even if there is a vast distance ahead. Belmode has this capital!

Gin sat on the single sofa with his legs crossed, holding a cup of tea. He looked at the fairy in front of him and seemed to be bewitched. Belmode stepped forward with a smile, his aqua eyes were gentle and charming, and he stretched out his hand.

I want to take the tea cup from Gin’s hand...

"Pour it yourself." Gin withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and the beautiful artistic conception just now was instantly shattered.

"You really don't understand amorous feelings." Gin's appearance did not exceed Belmod's expectations. If this piece of wood was so easily seduced, many people would have climbed onto the bed back then, and it would not be her turn to help.
Chapter completed!