Hearing Toru Amuro's answer, Jing Baiye was not surprised. He had sensed something was wrong with Gin since he stopped him in the morning.
The blond young man standing in front of him had a tired face and empty eyes. Although there was no injury on his body, it gave people the painful feeling that he was being strangled by an invisible hand and was on the verge of suffocation.
Jing Baiye had seen a similar look on Shirley before - after she lost her first friend because of her talkativeness.
When Shirley was studying abroad, one of her classmates had an Asian girl with short ear-length hair and an innocent and lively personality. She was cute, very enthusiastic, and truly kind-hearted. She was willing to treat those around her gently.
Every classmate.
Even though Shirley kept rejecting people thousands of miles away, she didn't think she was disrespecting others. Instead, she asked her if she could just call her by her name.
At that time, Shirley had just entered MIT and was only eight years old. Unlike Jing Baiye, who had died twice as a minor in her past life, she was truly an eight-year-old girl in every aspect.
Under the enthusiasm of her classmates, she forgot Gin's warning "Don't get too close to other people" and gradually became friends with this girl.
Once, Shirley complained to her that her guardian was too strict, and that night, the girl was found dead in an alley near the dormitory, with a bullet hole in the center of her forehead.
The case ended in an accidental shooting, and only a few people knew who the murderer was... When she realized the identity of the murderer, Shirley, who was standing next to Jing Baiye, also had such a look in her eyes.
——The pain and guilt of causing the death of others, the disgust, fear and hatred of the organization.
It's just that Shirley is more fearful. She seems mature, but sometimes she likes to escape. She doesn't even dare to hate the organization, she only resents herself, while Toru Amuro has more hatred and hatred.
Jing Baiye felt a little worried, and at the same time he was glad that Gin didn't see Toru Amuro's current state. At that time, he threatened Shirley, who was only eight years old, with murderous intent, and Toru Amuro, who was just a low-level member... would have probably just pulled out a gun.
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He took out his cell phone, and there was a call record left on it from Vodka's call to him an hour ago.
This conscientious gin boy, driver and translator couldn't stand the continuous overtime work, and he encountered a large piece of encrypted Russian message, so he called Jing Baiye for help.
He was very smart. He first transferred enough reward to Jing Baiye's account and then made the call.
[The decryption is completed and has been sent. If you have other encrypted information that you can't figure out, you can ask me for help like just now. I will do it as soon as I see it.——angostura]
【Received. Thank you so much.——vodka】
After receiving Vodka's reply, Jing Baiye put away his phone and said to Toru Amuro, who was silent when he sent the message: "Since you can't sleep, come with me to the living room to chat?"
Toru Amuro glanced at him and nodded.
The two of them went downstairs to the living room together. They did not turn on the headlights, but only turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa.
After sitting down, Jing Baiye directly picked up the Corgi doll. When he turned around and saw Toru Amuro looking directly at him, he stuffed the doll over.
"..." Toru Amuro held the Corgi doll and pressed the elastic dog's head, "What do you want to talk about?"
Jing Baiye is not a psychiatrist and does not have any knowledge of psychology. He does not know where to start to speak to his subordinates who have insomnia due to mental problems.
He thought for a while and asked with common sense: "Amuro, answer me honestly, are you...averse to killing people?"
When he spoke the first half of the sentence, Toru Amuro's fingers on the corgi's head trembled. After listening to the whole sentence, his expression did not change, but his breath calmed down.
"I can't talk about rejection. I saw a lot of dead people when I was practicing at the training ground."
"But you have never killed anyone with your own hands."
Jing Baiye is very sensitive to other people's malice and murderous intent. He can definitely feel whether a person's hands are actually stained with blood.
Toru Amuro was silent. He did not lean on the sofa like Jing Baiye did. He only sat less than half of the way, looking at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.
"...Not yet." He spoke after a long time, "But that day will come sooner or later. Me, Midorikawa, we will kill people sooner or later... Today's Tsubouchi is just the beginning."
Jing Baiye sat up straight. Although he couldn't see Amuro Toru's expression and eyes from his current angle, his intuition told him that Amuro Toru's spirit was now in a dangerously tense state. Whether he could lose control could happen in an instant.
Many people who join the organization will not be used to it in the early stages, including undercover agents like Pan Nuo... many people will even get PTSD in black clothes. Whether they can accept the organization's style is the first step for them to integrate.
[It’s really difficult, how should I comfort him?] Jing Baiye was helpless.
He couldn't sympathize with Toru Amuro's feelings, and he couldn't even understand why he couldn't let go of Tsubouchi's death.
This CIA undercover agent was killed with one shot, he was not tortured, and his body was intact... This was already the most pleasurable death, why should he be dissatisfied?
But he couldn't leave Tohru Amuro alone, because he was the one who asked him to carry out this task.
The system didn't reply. Jing Baiye knew that it rarely talked to him when others were around. He just asked casually, not expecting it to give a solution.
He sighed and pulled Amuro Toru's clothes: "Turn around and look at me...it's rude not to look at the other person when you're talking to them."
Amuro Toru sat upright obediently and turned to look at Jing Baiye.
The floor lamp was a warm and soft orange. Jing Baiye looked at the golden retriever that was quite close to gold under the orange light, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
Toru Amuro's body stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed quickly. He did not slap Jie Baiye's hand away, holding a Corgi doll in his arms, and allowed himself to be petted on the head like a dog.
Seeing him like this, Jing Baiye opened the system skill panel and chose to use an active skill [Quality Sleep] on him.
This skill is simple and practical, allowing people to have a high-quality sleep and relieving their physical and mental fatigue.
On the day he went to Cupido Town, Keishakuya used it on him when he saw Toru Amuro didn't sleep well and had dark circles under his eyes.
"It doesn't matter that you are against killing people. I can prevent you from doing such tasks in the future. I still have this power." He slowed down his tone, "I won't force you to do something you hate. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do next time.
, you can tell me directly. I won’t be angry with you.”
"...Don't you think this is trash?"
The skill had begun to take effect, and Toru Amuro suppressed his tiredness to talk to him.
"No." Jing Baiye said calmly, "It's normal to not like and be unwilling to kill people. Only when there are more normal people like this can we build a harmonious and healthy society and country, and most of the murderers will pay the due price.
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"What about you? Why would you join..."
Amuro Toru didn't say anything, and his head fell down. Jing Baiye supported his inverted body, took out the Corgi doll and put it aside, letting him lean on the sofa carefully, planning to move him to the attic later.
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"But I'm not a normal person... A normal person wouldn't be injured enough to wrap himself up into a strange mummy."
Jing Baiye murmured and reached out to poke Toru Amuro's brow. He had obviously used [Quality Sleep] on him, but he still frowned in his sleep.
He knows better than anyone the price of killing. Every knife that fell on him when he was executed in his previous life corresponded to a fresh human life.
Four hundred and forty-four knives, four hundred and forty-four lives.
No, in fact, there are more. These were the ones he killed after he entered the school and met Enoshima Shields. Koizumi Mahiru happened to be the 444th. His hands were not clean before that, except for those he killed directly.
, and was indirectly forced to death by him stealing company secrets.
...If you calculate it this way, the number of stabs he received should be doubled, right?