Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Soon, Fūya Rei's expression relaxed.

His personal cell phone carries all his warm memories, and he can't help but curl up his lips just by looking at it.

He turned on his phone and saw a message from Rafi.

[Sir, could you please send someone to protect those two police officers? They are currently investigating suicide bomb devices at the organization's base.

——Lafite]

Furuya Rei refused and replied:

[No need to do anything extra, just pay attention secretly.]

After sending the message, his eyes lit up.

It was dangerous for Hagiwara and Matsuda to go and deal with the bomb, but it was equally dangerous for the other police officers.

Drug enforcement police moving forward in the darkness, firefighters rushing around...

All those who embark on this path are prepared to sacrifice themselves.

The light of this world cannot be supported by the brilliance of one person.

But the stars are shining.

However, it was inevitable that the two guys would get involved in the organization's mission. What he had to do was to clean up the mess for them and provide them with protection.

Anyway, the groundwork has been laid almost completely.

Fūya Rei pondered for a moment, then sent an announcement to the dessert club with a sense of humor.

[President's announcement: Three veterans have not yet arrived. They will return after their covert operations are complete.]

Strawberry Daifuku asked curiously: "President, what are the code names of the three veterans?"

Rei Furuya exuded a cheerful aura. He suppressed the uncontrollable upward curve of his lips and replied to the dessert club which was completely controlled by him, or rather, by Detective Card.

Since some people have been exposed to the Black Organization, there is no need to mask their identities. The Dessert Society can still protect them.

[Caramel Pudding: Milk Pudding (Jinpei Matsuda), Milk Toast (Kenji Hagiwara), Cheese Pineapple Bun (Ko Date).]

Members: ...

Just looking at the three code names gives me the illusion of having a mouth full of milk.

So mellow, silky, and sticky...

Everyone said in their hearts: He is worthy of being a veteran!

[Caramel Pudding: Milk Pudding and Milk Toast have the Dessert Club's unique communicator. Cheesecake, you are responsible for connecting their communicator frequency to the detective agency network to maintain network security.]

[Cheesecake: I will follow your instructions, President.]

After completely clearing up the hidden dangers during the same period, Fūya Rei breathed a sigh of relief.

He threw down his phone and sat up, his eyes falling on the needle holes on his arms and hands. He subconsciously touched the scars on both sides of his temples, and belatedly put on a mask of pain.

He has laboratory drugs in his body and needs to go to the laboratory for regular checkups. The Divine Healing Baptism card cannot be used for the time being.

If he used the card, and once blood was drawn for testing, the organization discovered that the drug reaction and experimental traces in his body had disappeared, he would be in big trouble.

Fūya Rei struggled to get up and stumbled into the shower. While showering, he couldn't help but fill the bathroom with shower gel bubbles, trying to suffocate himself.

Fūya Rei took off the worrymaster card with a dark face.

[…Isn’t he dead again? Let’s go in the water and try it tomorrow.]

Dark blue words flashed before his eyes, turning into a small card that fell into his palm.

He moved his fingertips slightly, and the card turned into a stream of light and returned to the system space.

Without the influence of the worrywart's personality, Fūya Ling felt relaxed, and all his past fatigue was swept away.

"I've never felt so relaxed before."

only--

The veins on his forehead bulged slightly. He had only used the Detective Card for fifteen days, but why was he so worried about the Master Card that it felt like half his life had passed.

Thinking back on what had happened in the past fifteen days, Jōgō Rei's shameful expression gradually became suspicious.

Do worry masters have a physique that attracts special talents?

Everything went smoothly for him when he was Bourbon, and when he was a detective, he was just dragged around by Gin as an external aid. But when he became the Worrier, the style was obviously wrong.

Either drowning or jumping off a building, either hanging or committing suicide for love, pretending to be dead in the morgue to scare people, being kidnapped in the mall, fighting with the enemy at the same time, being forced to train dogs...

Fūya Ling held his forehead and said, "I was careless. I was too loud when I said I wasn't tired."

This is obviously tiring!!

There is definitely something wrong with the worrywart’s physique!

Rei Furuya came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and drying his hair, and the cell phone on the table rang.

His gaze passed over the familiar string of numbers, his purple-gray eyes sharp and solemn.

It's Belmode.

After thinking about it, Furuya Rei hesitated and put on the detective card.

After all, Vermouth really likes detectives.

Using the detective card to contact Vermouth may yield unexpected results.

Also, at the FBI headquarters, where Vermouth makes her nest, one can never be too cautious.

It’s not that the worry master is not powerful, but that he is too pretentious. He is so extravagant that he even hurts himself. It’s really a headache.

A vague card gradually condensed at his fingertips, and a detective wearing a detective uniform, a beret, and a small cape looked over lazily with a piece of snack in his mouth.

He pressed his palm on the card, and invisible power spread out. A childish voice came out with confusion and certainty:

[Except for me, the world is full of monsters.]

After equipping the detective card, Furiya Rei's gaze fell on the bed.

[There was a poor little creature sealed here a while ago. It could have just waited to die, but it chose to take a shower and commit suicide. Who do you think it is?]

Fūya Rei's eyelids twitched. This familiar note made his heart ache!

It's too sarcastic.

He walked to the cloakroom in his slippers, opened the wardrobe, and his eyes flashed.

There are three styles of clothes inside.

The detective's cape and beret, the conductor's suit, and the Bourbon's shirt and waistcoat.

Vermouth is really thoughtful.

He obediently changed into his detective uniform and went to the kitchen. The kitchen was clean, but the refrigerator was full.

He glanced at the refrigerator and the note on the first layer caught his eye.

[A can of crab meat and poisonous mushrooms that is about to expire. One bite will make you feel like you are in heaven~]

Furuya Rei held his forehead with his hand, and Vermouth made no secret of her malice towards Tennessee.

Looking at the second layer, [The caramel-flavored bourbon goes perfectly with the crayfish, guaranteeing a different kind of excitement.]

It was a bottle of bourbon, and on the side was a plate of spicy crawfish.

As expected of a plastic collaborator in the comics, this bit of friendliness is not worth a single point.

He knew that in his current physical condition he could only look but not eat.

Rei Furuya suddenly discovered that Vermouth had the same opinion of Toru Miyano as Tennessee did.

After coming to this conclusion, he was in disbelief for a moment.

Why is Bourbon in the same league as that scumbag from Tennessee?

Vermouth is blind.

——I forgot that the woman has a deep grudge against the Miyano family.

After comforting himself, his gaze fell on the third floor.

[Honey, come here quickly. I have a great treasure for you. It’s a limited edition found by a famous celebrity.]

Fūya Rei looked over uncontrollably, his eyes lighting up instantly.

Without hesitation, he took out the strawberry daifuku from the refrigerator. It was still fresh. He squinted his eyes happily and took a bite of the daifuku. The sweet taste exploded on his taste buds, and he had a subtle feeling of being pleased by Vermouth.