Chapter 491 The right way to pretend to be pitiful
"Are you going to see Shiho-san now?" Aito asked, holding the phone.
"Before that, you need to change your image." Gin walked into the base with the boy in his arms.
"Image...?" Aito tilted his head, thought for a while and then put his face against his old father's chest.
He looked sideways at the two figures reflected in the corridor of the base.
The difference between silver hair and white hair becomes so small in the reflection that the difference is almost invisible, so the two look more alike.
The corridors of the research base are always deserted, and few people are encountered, because most researchers stay in the laboratory for twenty-four hours.
There will be more people coming and going at the training base, but Aito doesn't need to train.
"Different occasions require different images." Gin walked around the intricate corridors of the base for fifteen minutes with a calm expression, and finally stopped at a place.
He pressed his hand against the ordinary-looking snow-white wall. The next second, a light blue light emerged from the wall under his palm, gradually expanding in scope.
A wonderfully complex symbol is formed.
The ordinary wall suddenly became no longer ordinary, and slowly revealed the appearance of a door composed of light blue lines. At this moment, the door slowly opened.
Gin raised his foot and stepped into the door, and then the door closed again.
This is a lounge with exquisite and simple decoration. The cold black and gray style is also in line with the temperament of gin.
It seemed like Gin didn't come here often, so there wasn't even a sign that he had lived there.
Looking around, the most obvious sign of life is the wine cabinet that occupies an entire wall.
"What kind of image do I need to use to meet Shiho-san?" Aito asked curiously.
"A pitiful image." Gin placed the person on the sofa aside, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a wine glass, and poured himself a glass.
"Pity?" Aito nodded thoughtfully.
"What should we do?" he asked expectantly.
The man with long silver hair took a sip of wine, put down his glass, and pressed the counter casually. The wine cabinet was divided into two and moved to both sides.
An entire wall of weapons hidden behind the wine cabinet was revealed.
"You need to get hurt and bleed some more..." Gin lowered his eyes and glanced at the young man who had already walked up to him.
"After all, there is a price to pay for bringing the traitor's relics to her family, right?" He reached out and touched the side of the young man's face and asked with an unpredictable smile.
"If you get it too easily, it won't make people feel precious."
"You want her to know what price you paid for her."
"Shirley is different from Belmode. She will be deceived by you and even impressed by you."
When the man with long silver hair said these words, his tone was calm and low, as if he was telling a fairy tale with profound meaning. However, once you saw the cruel smile on his face and the scarlet red color that seemed to be dripping blood,
When you open your eyes, you will understand that what he is talking about is not a fairy tale, but a cunning conspiracy.
Belmode is more ruthless than Shirley and will not trust anyone in the organization.
Even with an appearance like Avicril, Belmod would not be impressed as long as the other party was a member of the organization.
He is a member of the organization but hates everyone in the organization.
Boring woman.
"Injured, bleeding..." Aito's eyes were full of thinking.
He couldn't grasp the so-called sense of proportion. How much injury should be sustained? How much blood should be shed? He didn't know these things very well.
But there is someone in front of me who can perfectly grasp the situation.
So Aito raised his head and looked at his old father who was advising him, showing a trusting and friendly smile.
"Papa, help me." He said with a bright smile.
Gin looked at the smile of the white-haired, blue-eyed kid in front of him, and his eyes stayed for a moment on his face, which was very similar to that one.
Gin didn't feel any pressure when it came to this face that was very similar to that one.
If there was, he wouldn't have wanted to kill Avicril directly at the beginning.
So he just raised his lips in a bad way, raised the glass and took a sip, then put the glass down and said, "Don't cry later."
Although he knew that Avicril would not cry, he might even smile and sincerely thank him.
"Okay." Aito nodded solemnly.
Why are you crying? Isn't Papa helping him? He should be grateful.
Although I felt confused in my heart, I didn't ask.
Because it's not that important.
Just do what papa says.
So he stood there and endured a hundred lashes without moving.
Unlike the soft whip used to punish Toru Amuro, Gin used an iron whip, which could tear the flesh to pieces with one blow.
It will look even more miserable, which is why Gin chose it.
Just as he had thought before, Avicril not only didn't cry, he didn't even have any unnecessary expressions. He just smiled, as if he had been used to it for a long time and was numb.
After a hundred lashes were finished, the clothes on the opponent's body had become torn, and his body was covered with bruises and bones.
It seems like you can see drops of blood dripping with every step you take.
"Is this all right?" Seeing that his old father had no intention of taking action again, Aito asked standing where he was.
"Come here." Gin glanced at the iron whip that was still mixed with flesh and blood, put it aside, and said to the young man.
"Don't cry when you see Shirley. Smile." He raised Aiweilier's chin and looked around the other person's face.
The face was not injured, this is normal.
The punishment areas are actually on the back and chest, and the face will not be slapped deliberately.
If the iron whip hits the face, it will probably be destroyed.
"I know." Aito said and raised a smile.
Gin calmly looked at the young man's bright smile and the wounds on his body, and then looked in the direction of the door.
"You can go see her." He said.
"Okay." Aito nodded and walked out.
With every step he took, blood dripped from his body onto the ground, leaving a path paved with blood as he left.
Gin looked at the bloody road for a while and laughed mockingly.
"Little madman."
A madman who will do whatever it takes to get love.
They even asked him if this was enough. If he didn't answer well enough, I'm afraid the kid would ask him to increase his intensity.
I didn't worry at all that I would die from this.
Excessive punishment can also lead to death.
He drank all the wine in the glass, poured another glass and pressed the service button on the side.
Choose a cleaning service.
He doesn't like leaving blood all over his lounge.
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Aito saw his own reflection in the corridor of the base, above his head, below his feet, and on both sides.
He looked miserable and was covered in blood, but he didn't react at all and walked towards where he wanted to go with a clear purpose.
"I'm fine, don't worry." He whispered, not knowing who he was talking to.
Speaking to Dafu.
PS: Usually there are only two updates without asking for leave, but the update time is uncertain.