Coroner Ke Xue

That was the last time Gin saw Lin Xinyi.

It was also the last time he existed as "Gin".

After this, he was no longer the organization's Gin.

It is Kurosawa Jin who tolerates suspicion and Kurosawa Jin who is the defendant.

Finally, there is the Tokyo Felon Prison inmate number 9527.

Looking back on it after so many years, this experience still feels like a nightmare.

He couldn't even remember how he was handcuffed by Lin Xinyi, how he was put into a police car by Fang Guling, and how he underwent a joint three-party interrogation by the FBI, CIA and Japanese police.

In short, Gin basically did not resist during the interrogation process, but said everything he could.

This was not because he could not bear the torture and betrayed the organization.

It's because Gin understands that there's no point in holding on any longer.

After all, Belmod basically knew all the information he knew.

Now even Belmode has rebelled, and the list of Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, and Curacao is so long that it makes sense to list it like an undercover agent.

With these traitors providing information to the enemy, no matter how tight-lipped Gin is, he can't save the organization.

There is such a disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves.

Unless Karasuma Renya seizes Kyogoku overnight and becomes the only Saiyan on earth, he rushes into the undercover pile and starts a wave of unparalleled mowing.

Otherwise, this broken organization, which is more like a United Nations undercover agent training center, would have no chance of continuing to maintain itself.

And that's exactly what happened.

The joint interrogation of Gin by the FBI, CIA and Japanese police lasted less than a month and came to an end.

Immediately afterwards, Gin learned from his kind-hearted old colleague Bourbon, no, Officer Furitani, that the organization had declared bankruptcy and Renya Karasuma's life was coming to an end.

It is said that he was not killed, but pissed to death.

When this old man saw his filial granddaughter coming to him with the magic weapons of the FBI, CIA, Japanese Public Security Bureau, British MI6, German BND, Canadian CSIS and other intelligence agencies from all over the world——

And none of these agents from various countries were new, they were all cadres of the organization that the old man relied on in the past.

In despair, he was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood and died.

It is said that Karasuma Renya was still sighing before her death:

"I am not the king of a subjugated country, but all of my ministers are ministers of a subjugated country!"

Of course, these have nothing to do with today’s gin.

The organization is dead, and so is Gin.”

There is only one serious prisoner named "Kurosawa Jin" left.

Maybe it’s because he had a good attitude and cooperated honestly during the interrogation, maybe because he may have other value as a core cadre of the organization, or maybe it’s because the Japanese punishment itself is too lenient——

So Gin was not sentenced to death, but to life imprisonment.

He was imprisoned in Tokyo's No. 1 Prison for Severe Offenders and lived forever under the cold iron windows.

Time passes like this day by day.

It was another depressing and ordinary morning in prison life.

At 6 o'clock, dawn arrives.

Gin opened his empty eyes and lay lifelessly on the narrow bed in the cell.

Until the ceiling above his head went from dark to bright, until it was illuminated white by the sun rising outside the window.

When the wake-up call sounded, he slowly got up and got out of bed like a machine.

Then wash up, go to the toilet, and make the bed.

At 6:50, it was time for early roll call in the prison.

Gin, like the other prisoners, stood meekly behind the iron door of the cell, waiting for the prison guards to come one by one to count the number of people.

"Kurosawa Formation!"

The prison guard stood defenseless outside the door, only one step away from him.

Gin could snatch his gun from him through the door in almost a second, kill someone and then open the door to escape.

But Gin didn't do that.

He just replied in a deep voice like a dull machine:

"arrive."

The prison guard nodded with satisfaction and left.

Gin's eyes were still staring at one place dully:

Not the sky beyond the bars.

Instead, it was a color picture of a black Porsche 356A taped to the wall of the cell.

This poster always reminds him of the past, and it also reminds him of a person.

Gin hadn't seen that person for a long time.

I don’t know if he is dead or alive now, and if he is still alive, whether he is doing well or not.

pity

He didn't listen carefully to this man's words at first.

If he could recognize earlier who is truly loyal to his elder brother and who is thinking wholeheartedly about his elder brother, maybe everything would be different now.

Gin couldn't help but think this again.

Finally, at 7:10:

"dinner time."

His thoughts were interrupted by a burst of noise.

The catering staff pushed a trolley and distributed lunch to each cell.

Compared with most poor countries in the world, the food and accommodation conditions in Japanese prisons are as good as star hotels.

But no matter how good the conditions are, this is still a prison, and the food provided to the prisoners will not be any better.

So Gin's breakfast is also very simple: a small bowl of coarse rice, a small bowl of light miso soup, and a small piece of egg tamagoyaki that is not enough to fit between the teeth.

He finished the meal mechanically as usual, even if it wasn't delicious.

After clearing away the dishes, the cell door finally opened on time.

At 7:30, it was time for the prisoners to gather and go to work in the factory.

Yes, inmates in prison have to go to work every day, and Gin is no exception.

Wearing a neat prison uniform, he walked out of the cell with a cold face.

The prisoners around him automatically backed away when they saw him, and looked at him with secret awe in their eyes——

Gin doesn't like the limelight.

But not long after coming to this prison, after he casually showed his hand to the former prison bully who came to find trouble, Gin automatically became the new prison bully of this prison for serious criminals.

"Boss!"

"Brother!"

A group of prisoners who want to follow the strong man will always surround him and yell at him like this.

No matter where he goes, even in prison, Gin will always be surrounded by people who call him big brother.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

Big brother rises and falls one after another.

Just like in the past, when he was still the boss of Gin.

But now when he heard the words "big brother" again, he always felt that something was missing.

Maybe there is one person missing?

"Shut up, everyone!!"

For some reason, Gin was suddenly upset.

He coldly scolded the prisoners who came over to get close to him, and walked quickly towards the prison factory.

The factory usually starts at eight in the morning and ends at five in the afternoon.

Gin arrived relatively early now, only 7:40, not yet time to start work.

So he turned away from others with a cold face as always and sat alone at his work station in a daze.

The prisoners next to them were all happily discussing something, and seemed very involved in the conversation.

You must know that those who can come to this prison for serious criminals are not ordinary prisoners who commit petty theft.

If outside prison:

Seeing such a group of gangsters, mafia tycoons, terrorists, and spies sitting together to "discuss major issues" would probably frighten the entire Metropolitan Police Department into emergency mobilization and rush to evacuate the entire Tokyo city.

But Gin heard it clearly:

What these inmates are discussing is actually an eternal topic that has never stopped being discussed since the birth of human civilization:

What to eat for lunch?

And the reason why they were discussing so excitedly was just that:

Today's lunch meal included an extra piece of ham sausage in addition to the usual fried noodles and bread.

Just such a piece of ham sausage made these criminal giants' eyes shine and their mouths water.

It seems that this is the only light in their prison life.

And that's exactly what happened.

Prison life can be seen at a glance:

Start work at eight o'clock, take a one-hour lunch break at noon, and finish work at five o'clock in the evening.

After one hour of relaxation time, after dinner at 6 o'clock, from 7 to 9 o'clock, you can read in the cell and watch TV programs approved by the prison.

Then, the prison will turn off the lights on time, get up at six o'clock tomorrow morning, start work at eight o'clock, finish work at five o'clock in the afternoon, relax, and have dinner.

It's like this every day, unchanged.

Only the occasional snack provided by the prison, that piece of ham sausage, was the only new thing they could look forward to.

Gin, gin.

"Is this your life now?"

Gin suddenly clenched his fists tightly.

Is this kind of life considered living?

Why does he want to live like this?

What are you living for?

To sit in front of this sewing machine for the rest of your life, sewing those children's schoolbags with ridiculous cat heads printed on them?

Yes, this is Gin’s job now——

Produced the Hello Kitty children's school bag commissioned by Sanrio.

He has handled more pink cat heads these days than he has ever seen in his life.

Now those cartoon cats wearing childish bows were piled in front of him, and their eyes were widened, as if they were silently mocking something.

"Damn it!"

Gin's fists clenched tighter and tighter.

Finally, he slowly picked up a pair of scissors from the table.

The scissors are just an ordinary pair of scissors, but to Gin, they are a murderous weapon that can seal one's throat with blood.

But the person Gin was aiming the scissors at was not a prison guard.

But himself.

Gin had no intention of escaping from prison.

He just wanted it to end.

"it's time."

Gin slowly closed his eyes.

The organization he had worked for his entire life collapsed.

The boss he swore loyalty to died.

His trusted colleagues and subordinates all turned traitor.

Then why should he linger on?

it's time

Damn helloKitty

See you in the next life!

Gin's hands trembled slightly.

The blade slowly moved towards the neck.

At this moment, there was a commotion from the other side of the factory:

"Hahahaha. You crazy person!"

"How dare you disobey me?"

"I asked you to serve us the ham for lunch. Don't you understand such a simple thing?!"

What followed was a murmur of punches and kicks.

"Ha, you dare to fight back?"

"Damn it. This fat guy is pretty good at beating."

"Let's all go together on Bage Ya Road!"

Because the prisoners in this prison are not easy to mess with, the prison guards will not take the initiative to intervene in ordinary bullying and fights as long as the scene does not go too far and the situation gets out of control.

The commotion quickly turned into a fight.

There was another disturbing noise.

There were also a few painful groans mixed in among them.

"Huh?" Gin was slightly startled.

He suddenly opened his eyes and slowly put down the scissors in his hand.

Finally, he got up and walked over there.

"Brother, you are here too!"

As soon as Gin arrived, a younger brother greeted him warmly:

"Are you going to watch the fun too?"

Gin had a cold face and didn't answer.

But the little brother is still chirping:

"It is said that a lunatic was transferred to our prison yesterday and it is his first time to work today."

"There seems to be something wrong with this guy's mind -"

"When I see people, I will just shout, 'Brother, I was wronged', 'Brother, I did not betray the organization', 'Brother, you believe me'."

"Hahahaha, it's so funny."

Everyone was laughing.

Laughing at the weak is one of their few pastimes in prison:

"You're already in jail, and you're still talking about big brother."

"I'm afraid his eldest brother has died long ago, right?"

Gin: "."

There was a terrible silence.

Gin didn't say anything, but looked at the fat man in front of him who was being beaten with complicated eyes.

Finally, I saw him reply coldly:

"I'm his big brother."

"Hahahahaha, boss, you really know how to joke."

Another burst of laughter.

"Hahaha."

The laughter gradually became sparse.

Finally, it was completely quiet.

No one dared to speak anymore.

Everyone was shivering.

"Big, big brother."

"I was wrong!"

Those who just laughed out loud, and those who attacked and attacked, all consciously acted up and stood down.

But Gin was too lazy to pay attention to them.

He just stared blankly at the "crazy fat man" in front of him.

The fat man was wearing a brand new prison uniform, but his beard was unkempt and his hair was as messy as a henhouse.

The dark circles under his eyes were so heavy that he could cosplay as a panda, and his pupils were full of bloodshot scarlet.

This image looks like a lunatic at first glance, and is easy to bully at first glance.

No wonder everyone takes special care of this newcomer.

"Stay away from him from now on."

"This is my man."

Gin looked around coldly.

The surrounding prisoners hurriedly nodded in agreement and ran away in a hurry.

These obstructive flies dispersed automatically, and only the two of them were left at the scene.

"Come with me."

Gin slowly lifted the fat man who had been beaten badly from the ground and took him back to his work station.

The fat man followed in a daze for a while.

His hazy eyes finally became clear:

"You, you are."

The fat man's voice was trembling.

He held Gin's arm tightly, and tears flowed down uncontrollably:

"Brother Gin!"

"I-I'm Vodka!"

"I know."

Gin's face was still stern, but his eyes had a rare softness:

"Vodka, long time no see."

"Brother!!"

"You, it's great that you're still alive!"

Vodka wiped away tears even more hopelessly, and continued to cry:

"Believe me, I really didn't betray the organization, I really didn't betray you, big brother!"

"It's Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, Curacao, they are all in the same group!!"

"I know this too."

"It's just that I found out a little late."

Gin showed off the same prison uniform he was wearing and answered calmly.

Then, he slowly helped the overly excited Vodka sit down.

"Brother." Vodka, the once tough gangster, now seemed a little pitiful.

"Vodka"

Gin sighed deeply:

"sorry."

"I didn't believe you then."

"Brother!" Vodka was moved and speechless.

Gin, on the other hand, is much calmer than him:

"sit down."

"You will work with me from now on——"

"Just like before!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Vodka nodded excitedly as if waking up from a big dream.

Although he was still in jail, he seemed to have received some great reward.

The originally dark world seemed to be suddenly lit up with hope.

"Brother, let me try my best to assist you here!"

Even working in the factory has become so exciting.

but

Vodka saw Gin's work station.

Those needles and thread, and the bundles of Hello Kitty.

"hateful."

Vodka clenched her fists in pain.

Seeing Gin's current miserable life, he felt even more uncomfortable than death.

"Big brother. Big brother has been doing this kind of work?"

That's Gin's gun-holding hand.

How can it be used to sew Hello Kitty!

Gin: "."

There was another moment of complicated silence.

After silence, Gin actually smiled in relief:

"Calm down, Vodka."

"Actually, this job is quite interesting."

He slowly put the scissors aside, and his eyes gradually brightened when he looked at Vodka:

"Let me show you how to make it, vodka."

"Still the same as before."