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

After returning to the United States, Vermouth heard that Gin had been dragging the detective around for three days. During these two days, he had accidents every time he took Vodka to do the mission. Once, he was almost caught by the police. It was already October 16th.

She called specifically to tease the detective, but unexpectedly discovered that something was wrong with the detective.

"Bourbon, how do you feel after following Gin on missions for a few days?" Vermouth tested with a smile.

"The clean and sharp aesthetics of violence, I think everyone feels good about it." There is an elusive mystery in the soft voice, and the smiling words are ambiguous.

As a mystic, Vermouth felt that the detective's performance today was too déjà vu.

Moreover, the detective explicitly stated that he did not like the name Bourbon.

This time, he was called by her code name directly but he accepted it happily. There was no abnormality or problem at all.

Vermouth's eyes darkened, and she smiled and flirted ambiguously to the other end of the phone: "Next time I go back to Japan, let's have a drink together. I think bourbon whiskey tastes good."

"My pleasure. If you ever come back to Japan, would you be willing to give me a chance to meet you at the airport?"

The elegant tone and effortless confrontation, that is a game for adults, not that childish detective.

Vermouth's azure eyes flickered with inexplicable emotions, and she replied lightly, "Of course."

After hanging up the phone, she picked up a napkin, wiped the corners of her lips, and dialed Gin's number.

Gin's cold voice said simply, "Speak."

Perhaps it was because of her experience with the detective's sudden change in personality, but when she heard Gin's usual cold voice, Vermouth strangely felt a sense of security and relaxation in her heart.

Knowing Gin's character well, she didn't hesitate and said directly, "The detective isn't in a good state. Go check it out."

Gin didn't reply, but hung up the phone directly.

Vermouth was relieved, because it meant that Gin would verify the matter as soon as possible, and she just needed to wait patiently.

Shaking the red wine glass in her hand, Vermouth couldn't help but recall what the detective said before leaving Japan.

'Don't call me Bourbon, just call me Detective'

"Yes, it's the detective who likes it, not Amuro Toru~"

The red wine glass suddenly stopped, and the corrupted wine splashed out.

Vermouth had no intention of paying attention to the red wine in her body. She seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of surprise and interest flashed in her eyes.

Could it be split personality?

If true, that would be interesting.

She chuckled a few times before slowly putting down her wine glass and turning to walk towards the bathroom.

Japan.

After hanging up the phone, Rei Furuya fell into deep thought. Vermouth must have discovered something wrong with him. That woman would not hide it for him.

The personality change most easily blamed on is schizophrenia.

Need to prepare in advance.

He dialed the number and said to the other end: "I need your help, Dr. Agasa."

An hour later, a bottle of medicine labeled 'Olanzapine' was quietly delivered to Rei Furuya.

He looked at the medicine bottle that was made to look old and the half bottle of medicine left, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The doctor is really reliable.

He tore off the label and hid the bottle in a secret yet convenient place, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Ten minutes later, the quaint black Porsche stopped steadily outside a safe house somewhere in the organization.

Gin, wearing a black windbreaker and a black hat, got out of the car. Vodka quickly followed after turning off the car.

The two of them came to the door without any concealment, and Gin gestured to Vodka to open the door.

Vodka shrank his neck, a little afraid of Bourbon.

But his elder brother is still there, and he believes that if his life is in danger, his elder brother will definitely save him.

Vodka gripped the gun tightly and mustered up the courage to push the door.

The door was not locked and opened with a gentle push.

After opening the door, a melodious and lively piano music floated out, making people want to spin along.

"Do you want me to get you an etiquette teacher, Vodka?"

Vodka looked towards the source of the sound, his eyes almost popping out.

I saw a man standing leisurely by the window with a glass of red wine. He was wearing a white shirt with a slim black vest on the outside. The tie around his neck was decorated with sapphires. He looked exquisite, wealthy, arrogant and charming.

When he looked at me with a smile on his face, the sense of crisis that was both good and evil made my sixth sense go crazy.

"Coming in uninvited, with a gun, and putting it on someone else, that's trespassing. If you're trying to commit a crime, you're going to go to jail."

His drooping purple-gray eyes flashed with a malicious light, and he nonchalantly teased Gin who walked in: "Although I joined the organization, I still have basic personal freedom~"

Vodka silently adjusted his sunglasses and screamed wildly in his heart.

What's going on? Is the detective possessed by an evil spirit?

He is totally different!!

From a childish child, he has transformed into a mature, handsome and black-hearted adult!!

Vodka secretly glanced at Bourbon's handsome face, listening to Bach's piano music in the house, as if he saw colorful ball lights spinning.

So - isn't this really Kabukicho?

Bourbon, so terrifying!

Gin felt uncomfortable when he saw the mysterious smile on Bourbon's face.

He turned his face away in disgust, his voice low: "I'm about to vomit."

This damn mystic!

Fūya Rei sat calmly on a chair holding a glass of red wine, his legs naturally crossed, his left hand resting relaxedly and comfortably on his knee, like a noble and proud aristocrat in an ancient castle.

He is spotless and an elegant gentleman.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and sticky and cold malice flowed from his purple-gray eyes.

"Breaking into the Codename members' safe house without a word, is this your right as a top killer, Gin?"

Gin pointed his gun at the blond and dark-skinned young man, his dark green eyes were deep and cold. The sunlight outside the door cast a shadow on the ground from behind him, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

"Who are you?" he asked with a puzzled look.

Furiya Rei ignored the threat before him. He took a sip of red wine gracefully, his eyes dark, the curve of his mouth unchanged: "Bourbon, or Miyano Toru."

"Where's the detective?" Gin asked with narrowed eyes.

Fūya Rei's gaze penetrated the system light screen, and a line of faint words caught his eye.

[Charging the second card draw CD——]

It's been fifteen days.

The system refreshes the card draw times every fifteen days, and the draw time is determined by the player. During the draw period, whether to continue playing the previous character is also up to the player.

Rei Furuya chose to put away the detective card and use the originally decided personality of the mystic Bourbon to deal with the organization.

They have been in the organization for a few days now, and it's time to let them get to know "Miyano Toru".

Although the detective is smart, he has too many limitations.

Don’t care about good or evil, life or death, just do whatever you want.

Humans are alien to him.

This is absolutely in conflict with Rei Furuya's idea of ​​sticking to the bottom line, looking towards the light, and protecting the people.

And it cannot be reconciled.