Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

Binga was stunned for a moment. He agreed so easily?

no...

You seemed very resistant before.

Why did you agree so quickly?

Thinking that he was homeless and penniless, she didn't think more deeply about it. If he didn't go with her, he might become a wanderer.

Gin brought himself to the Kurokawa residence in Beika-cho 5-chome.

Binga used Kurokawa Yuka's name again perfunctorily.

As for the real Kurokawa Yuuka...

After his investigation, he found that as a traffic policeman in a remote town, the possibility of the two having any intersection was zero.

And they are not the same faces, but different identities and professions. Apart from the name, they have nothing in common.

"Kurokawa..." Gin saw the last name on the house and glanced at him with disdain where Binga couldn't see him. He was really perfunctory and didn't even bother to establish his identity.

Thinking of this, I feel happy. At least I am being perfunctory to this little puppy.

"Kurokawa Yuuka, my name." Binga opened the door, changed his clothes in the entrance hall, took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet for the gift he was tricked into bringing home, and said, "Please feel free to do what you want. I'll make you a cup of tea."

Binga first returned to the bedroom on the third floor, opened the door, set a password on the computer and placed it on the desk, then took out a few sets of cute pajamas and casual clothes that he had just bought from the closet and went downstairs to place them on the sofa.

"These are for you."

"Huh?" Gin almost lost his character when he saw the clothes on the tatami sofa. What the hell are these things? Why do the clothes have tails?

There are also cat ears, wolf ears...

Thinking of the little puppy that Vodka mentioned, I picked up the relatively normal wolf ears, gestured with them, put them on my head, touched them, and they felt pretty good. This should be worn on Binga's head.

Binga made a pot of osmanthus black tea in the kitchen. When he came to the living room, he saw the gift he had tricked back with wolf ears, and he seemed to like it very much.

"Like it?"

"Emmm...it's quite interesting, but?" Gin really couldn't say the word "like". He lowered his eyes to look at the pile of clothes. Who were they bought for?

Did you buy it for yourself or for Kurosawa Jin?

If you buy it for yourself...it's okay to like it reluctantly.

"Oh, you mean these clothes?" Binga sat on the tatami, stretched his legs into the futon, poured a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea for himself and Kurosawa, turned the edge of the cup, raised an evil arc at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "When I was studying abroad, I was ignorant and attracted by women, but was rejected."

Binga raised his chin, motioning him to look at the clothes, and continued, "The things have not been given away. They have been in the bottom of the box for many years. I'll give them to you."

Gin glanced at the date on an invoice hidden in his clothes and covered up his embarrassment with a smile. Binga really thought he was a fool and didn't even find a legitimate reason to be perfunctory.

But...he secretly hid the invoice and put it in his pocket. Forget it, whatever he says is what it is!

and many more!

Was he rejected when he was in school?

Gin's brain was working wildly. When Binga was studying abroad, didn't he study in Germany?

Intrigued?

Myself?

got rejected?

The scene reappears.

At that time, he was in charge of the German region. The organization sent a child, who seemed to be a technician trained by the organization, and asked him to handle the identity and enrollment procedures.

But he didn't think much about it. When he received the person, he arranged him to live in the dormitory of the base. Every time he saw him, he stared at him with bright eyes.

He didn't seem to care. There were so many people who liked to watch him. If this kid didn't have a code name, he would have killed him.

After I got the child's identity ready, I sent him to school. Everything went smoothly and I thought that was all.

Who knew that one day he suddenly disguised himself as a girl and came over to confess his love.

He was holding a broken pull-tab in his hand.

Even though he had some issues with his brain, he was the first one to formally confess his feelings to her, and he wasn't one of those people who just wanted to take advantage of him because of his body.

So...I praised his beautiful lower eyelashes and his ambition, and then I accepted his confession.

I don’t know why, but he suddenly ran away in anger. I guess he was in a bad mood and was too excited!

But thinking about the two broken pull tabs, which seemed a bit shabby, I went to order two rings.

As a result, I received an email from my boss the next day, saying that I was going to work in Neon. Because I was in a hurry, I didn’t ask for Binga’s personal contact information.

Because we are busy with work, we don’t contact each other often. Usually we contact each other once or twice every three to five years due to tasks.

Looking at these weird clothes again, forget it, they are all bought for myself, so I might as well like them reluctantly!

"I like it very much. You have good taste, and..." Gin thought it was better to compliment him. Vodka said that he liked to be complimented, but he stopped talking in time, remembering that he knew there was no need to say so much in the notes.

Binga suddenly became like a recognized dog, wagging his tail if he had one, and his smile gradually changed. "Try the tea I made, it's delicious."

"Yeah, it's delicious." This time Gin was really praising, the tea was indeed delicious.

"I want to open a shop downstairs. What do you think I should do?" Binga held his chin and admired the beauty of the gift in front of him. "There is a Polo Coffee Shop next door and a sushi restaurant opposite. What do you think I should do?"

"Loan sharking." Gin blurted out. He thought so in his heart. Binga was suitable for loan sharking, and no one dared not to pay back the money.

"What?" Binga thought he had heard wrongly. Loan sharking, if Gin said he was in this line of work, he would not be surprised at all. Now a sunny and cheerful boy told him that he was a loan shark, then...

"I said... as long as they don't lend money at high interest rates, it's fine. After all, my last company went bankrupt because my boss owed a loan shark."

Gin tried to make excuses for himself without changing his expression and was seriously thinking about what to do downstairs. There was a detective agency next door, and they would be good at using it as an intelligence transfer station or a killer's house.

"A bookstore, a flower shop, or a dessert shop would also work."

"Which one do you like? If you don't mind, the manager can let you make it."

Binga thinks that these stores are actually the most suitable dessert shops, and they can sell the leftover desserts from the organization kitchen.

After all, the desserts in the organization’s cafeteria cannot be finished every day, and they are all desserts from all over the world, pure natural and additive-free, and absolutely healthy.

This is a business that is sure to make money. All my work was in vain in my previous life. In this life, I can only make some profit by using the only power I have now.

"A dessert shop! We can sell desserts from all over the world in limited quantities every day."

Gin and Binga had the same idea, which was to take out the leftover food from the organization's cafeteria. It would be a waste to throw it away anyway, so they might as well recycle it.

"It's just... Would it be inappropriate for me to be the store manager? After all, I've never run a dessert shop before."

In order to maintain his character, he was still tactful.

"You can hire two employees to help." Binga was very casual. He didn't care about the money anyway. He just regarded it as pocket money for gifts.

As for wanting to leave after receiving the gift and the money, it is impossible. Even if you take his head off and put it in a vase for admiration, it is impossible for him to fly away.

After all, there is a difference between the gift and the original.