Tick~

Tick~

The sound of the hands turning made Gin drowsily open his eyes.

At the first moment, he didn't look where he was or reach for his phone to see what time it was. Instead, he touched his neck.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, it was just a dream."

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Belmod's voice sounded not far away, and he looked at him with some surprise, "I thought you were sleeping peacefully."

"Who said you can't have nightmares if you sleep peacefully?"

Gin got up from the sofa, rubbed his neck, took out his cell phone and checked the time.

8pm.

It seems that the jet lag season has arrived again.

"What did you dream about?" Belmode asked casually while holding a tablet to watch a movie.

"Beheaded."

Belmod: "?!"

She was so shocked that she almost dropped the tablet to the ground.

No wonder Gin touches his neck as soon as he wakes up...

Looking at Gin's slightly melancholy eyes, Bermod thought for a while, "I heard that dreams and reality always come in opposite directions, so..."

"Is it possible that one day in the future you will chop off other people's heads?"

Gin: "..."

One thing to say.

He thinks what Belmode said seems quite reasonable?

"That's what you say."

Gin counted on his fingers, "I dreamed that I was shot twenty-seven times, stabbed in the heart seventeen times, and beheaded once..."

Belmode: "..."

Why are Gin’s dreams so underworld?

Could it be that... He is the messenger from the underworld: Yin Que Death Town?

"...I have died forty-five times in my dreams so far. Nothing has happened since the beginning of these dreams. I just killed seven FBI people last time." Gin stopped here and thought about the list.

So to calculate it this way, I still have to kill thirty-eight people under certain circumstances?"

Belmod took a deep breath and clicked pause on the screen, "What about that? I just said it casually. I suggest you don't take it seriously."

Gin put away his hand, "I know, I just said it casually, knowing that you would take it seriously."

Belmode: "..."

Hasn’t Gin’s sequelae of being beaten been repaired yet?

After bickering with Belmode, Gin completely sobered up and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of warm water. After drinking it down, he rubbed his head and said, "Last night...what did I tell you when I came back?"

?I seem to be a little drunk."

"...You obviously just called me here in the morning, right? And you didn't even drink a sip of wine. Where did you get the fragment??" Belmode complained speechlessly.

"Really? Well, I was confused."

"Are you sure you were confused? Gin, I think you should see a doctor."

"...Why should I go to the doctor without any problems?" Gin had a question mark on his face.

"You are so sick that you haven't figured out what to do?" Belmod looked at him with caring eyes, "Why don't you tell me what month and day it is today?"

Gin opened his mouth but said nothing, his face still a little confused, "Why do you ask this?"

"Determine whether you are sick."

Gin: "..." You are the only one who is sick! Your whole family is sick!

Even though he had scolded Belmod a hundred times in his heart, in order to prove that he was not sick, Gin still tried to remember, "It was yesterday that I went to the Dusk Annex... yesterday, yesterday was August 7th... today is...

…

November twenty-nine.”

Belmod looked surprised: "Are you cured?"

Gin had a dark look on his face: "I told you I'm not sick!"

"Tsk tsk...Are you getting angry from embarrassment?" Belmod replayed the movie, turned the volume up to the maximum, and sneered, "Didn't you always have to look at the calendar to remember dates?"

He also said that he did not have a time perception disorder... I don't know when Gin secretly took medicine to cure it, but it seems that it has not been completely cured. It is so difficult to tell today's date.

If you want to save face and suffer pain...why bother?

Gin: "..."

It's not his problem if he looks at the calendar to mark the date!

Mainly because he just memorized the date the day before yesterday and barely remembered it... But why does it feel like Belmode is still secretly slandering him?

Taking a deep breath, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, where did I talk about this morning?"

"You said you wanted to lead the broad masses of the working class to rise up and fight for the rise of the Chinese nation, and, um..." Belmod paused the movie again and read out a paragraph as if to endorse, and then probably forgot the rest of the content.

.

Then she opened the recording function on the tablet and clicked play:

'... Defeat the unscrupulous boss! Everything is to liberate productivity...

Stand up! Get rich! Grab it! Let’s steal tomorrow’s bread from the shop opened by that capitalist... Orcs will never do anything for——'

Listening to his own voice, Gin's whole body went numb, and he quickly went over to turn off the recording.

Marder, he really suspected that he had drunk too much, even the orcs shouted out...

And it was recorded by Belmode! It’s so damn shameful!!

If he could, Gin would like to split right now—physically rather than going through mitosis, of course.

"Anyway, it means we have a backer, right?" Gin became serious, "Delete the recording."

Belmode chuckled, stuffed the tablet into the gap of the sofa, and blocked it with his body, "What a beautiful idea."

This is rare dirty information, how could she give up so easily?

She also used a USB flash drive, a floppy disk, a hard disk, and a cloud disk to make a copy. Of course, it was encrypted without vodka. No one knew what was in that folder.

Seeing that the negotiations were fruitless, Gin had no choice but to give up temporarily and mentally considered the possibility of destroying the corpse and eradicating traces later...

"So, is there anything you haven't finished yet? You fainted after saying these nonsense words this morning."

"That's called sleeping." After correcting Belmod's words, Gin yawned, regained his lazy expression, and leaned on the back of the sofa, "Actually, I should have said everything I wanted to say, even if it's not clear.

Renya Karasuma chose to openly oppose the boss and was willing to support our true cause, but at least the safety of our rebellion was guaranteed."

...rebellion? safety? security?

Belmod's forehead jumped, "Although I don't know what your basis is, I still think it's a fantasy... Although he is not as bad as the unscrupulous boss, I don't think he is a good person at all.

Also, have you told that old man all your plans? Otherwise, how could he express his support?"

Belmode wanted to ask this question in the morning, but who made Gin delirious at that time.

Gin was stunned for a few seconds before he said, "Oh," "I'd have forgotten it even if you didn't mention it."

"..."

"But you guessed wrong this time, I didn't tell him any plans for 'rebellion'.
Chapter completed!