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

Fūya Rei stood up straight, his eyes full of confidence.

Isn’t it just a role-playing game? He can handle a hundred identities!

Thinking of Vermouth who had just provided him with a large amount of emotional value, Fūya Rei's purple-gray eyes sparkled, as if he was planning something bad.

Huh?

Fūya Ling suddenly looked at the old man passing by the alley, feeling a little strange.

Although he was a trembling old man, his steps were extremely steady when they landed on the ground.

The disguise is too crude and the problem is too obvious.

curious!

He thought for a moment, pulled out a lollipop from his cloak, put it in his mouth, adjusted the brim of his beret, and walked briskly out of the alley.

As long as the detective character brings strong emotional fluctuations to others, he can collect emotional points to exchange for props to save his friends.

Then try to commit suicide.

Just consider it as a prelude to saving Hiro in the future.

A hint of guilt flashed across his eyes, but he walked firmly along the traces left by the old man and came straight to the convenience store not far away. It turned out to be the boss.

He glanced at his boss's ID card and said enthusiastically, "Maeda-kun, give me a sweet bun."

Opening the detective card is really brain-consuming. If I don’t eat something sweet, I always feel like my brain is going to burn out.

He crunched the candy, and when he paid and took the sweet bread, he paused, his purple-gray eyes looking inquiringly at the boss's kind face.

The calluses on his right hand, the temporarily changed jacket, the dirt beneath his shoes, the smell of gunpowder on his body, the slightly adjusted appearance, the extraordinary drive, the condescending scrutiny he gave people and the fleeting gesture of a superior who was used to giving orders...

And the cold gaze and reflection not far away - it was a sniper rifle!

Attracted a big fish.

Without saying a word, Fūya Ling quickly stuffed the bread into his mouth, gobbling it up as if someone was trying to snatch it away.

The frightened convenience store owner hurriedly opened a bottle of soda and handed it to him: "Little brother, eat slowly, hey, eat slowly, no one is competing with you, why are you so hungry?"

After taking a sip of his soda, Furiya Rei retorted unhappily, "I won't choke, and I'm not very hungry. If I don't eat now, I won't be able to eat later."

"Are you in a hurry, little brother?" the convenience store owner asked in surprise.

"Maeda-kun is playing dumb." He kicked the counter childishly and said in annoyance, "Really? Adults always like to pretend they don't notice things they see clearly."

"I see. Maeda-kun is testing the detective, right? You're clearly the one who contacted Chris before. Let me see, you and Chris both smell of alcohol, so it's possible you've been drinking together before. No, people with seemingly no connections wouldn't drink together. Let me think about it, your organization is codenamed after alcohol."

"you……"

"This taste is rum. Then Chris must be absinthe, I will never be wrong." Furi Rei's excited voice interrupted the boss.

The detective was very confident in his deduction. After eating the last bite of bread, he mumbled: "Huh, you are actually the second-in-command of the organization. So you are in charge of the intelligence department..."

A gun was silently pressed against his chest, and the sound of Jōguchi Rei gradually faded, and the excitement in his eyes was forcibly suppressed.

"I think children should learn to know when to stop and respect adults' secrets, right?"

The boss lost his kind disguise and became dangerous and gloomy, which made people feel creepy.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all about calling a twenty-year-old adult a child. The detective not only had a baby face, but his social skills and behavior were also childish, which only highlighted the strength and clarity of his wisdom.

The organization is short of such talents.

The detective curled his lips and shouted in dissatisfaction: "It's obviously you adults who are greedy. You want my ability and try to get it for free."

"I won't compromise. A detective's mind is priceless!"

He childishly made a cross with his hands in front of his chest, his attitude of refusal was extremely firm.

Rum's expression turned cold. He made a gesture and the sniper in the distance took position.

The detective seemed to have noticed the crisis and changed his words readily.

"Actually, I'm so amazing, it's only natural that you want me. So, it's not too much to ask for a wine name as a nickname, right?"

He opened his innocent droopy eyes and pleaded earnestly: "When I think about people calling me by my wine name, I can't refuse such a cool thing. Maeda-kun, you will fulfill my wish, right~"

Rum's expression was subtle, as if he had been accidentally rubbed by a fierce kitten.

Vermouth's uncontrollable laughter came from the headset: "Little cutie, all you want is a name for the wine. Rum, you personally recruited this talent, and you can't even give this little favor?"

Rum frowned. Vermouth knew that the organization's code names were all personally awarded by that gentleman, and would not give them away easily. She suddenly said it so casually. What was she planning?

Fūya Rei keenly noticed Rum's hesitation, and his eyes flashed. At this moment, there was no one else who could make Rum embarrassed and hesitant except that woman.

He seemed to have discovered something, his shining eyes suddenly looked somewhere, and he tilted his head and smiled harmlessly, "Sister Chris, I want to order Bourbon, is that okay? The color of this wine is very beautiful. Please, please~"

After seeing certain weaknesses in women, he took advantage of them without any pressure.

On a tall building in the distance, Vermouth admired the young man's rare well-behaved and lovable appearance and the sweet "sister" he addressed her with. She smiled seductively and said into her earphones:

"He agreed to join, on the condition of a code name. If you agree to this, the organization will have its first wise man. It's really exciting."

Vermouth retracted the telescope with a complicated look in her eyes.

Will the detective of light become the bullet that pierces the darkness?

[The detective that Rum wants to catch is very cute. I think Bourbon is a perfect match for him~

——vermouth]

Vermouth took off her headphones, took out her cell phone and sent an email to Boss, then she curled her lips and smiled charmingly.

Detective, I spoke up for you, how are you going to repay me for this favor?

Rum heard that she would make this happen in front of the boss, thought for a moment, and waved his hand.

The sniper withdrew and the crisis was resolved.

"Maeda-kun agreed to take care of me, right?" He raised his head proudly. "I knew that since I'm so easy to take care of, no one would refuse me."

Rum was silent: No, what the organization values ​​is not your ease, but your wisdom.

"Everyone will call me Bourbon-sama from now on, right, Maeda-kun?" he asked impatiently.

Rum patiently corrected him: "You should call me Lord Rum."

Fūya Rei smiled maliciously and dragged out his tone to test his bottom line: "I don't want it!"

Rum: "..." Pull out the gun.

Seeing him take out the gun, Furuya Rei stood up straight, brushed his hair in front of his forehead, and said in a light voice: "Maeda-kun is deliberately trying to recruit me, so he will definitely not kill me. But I hate pain. If I get hurt, no matter where Maeda-kun goes in the future, I will stick to you~"

This childish counterattack really hit Rum's soft spot. With the detective's flamboyant personality, he would inevitably cause a sensation wherever he went. This was too fatal for Rum, who deliberately kept a low profile and was mysterious.

But he couldn't ignore the threat, because with his detective wisdom he could definitely do that.

Rum's face darkened as he stopped nagging about the name. He'd seen that the detective disliked worldly constraints and restrictions. The so-called hierarchy of superiors and subordinates meant less to him than the sweet bread he'd just eaten.

Rum's compromise was expected, and Furuya Rei said cheerfully, "Okay, now we can get to know each other. My name is Amuro Toru, and what about Maeda-kun? Fake names are too insincere."

I didn't feel any guilt at all for giving a fake name.

Rum's face twitched, but out of sight, out of mind. He ignored the guy's question and said with a warning, "I understand. The organization will review your information. I hope you can withstand the investigation. Otherwise—you know the outcome."

Fūya Rei put his hands behind his back, tilted his head and smiled innocently: "What are you talking about, Uncle Maeda? I'm just an ordinary detective. How could I not stand up to the investigation? I'm also a friendly citizen in front of the police."

"But Uncle Maeda seems a little anxious. Is he on a mission? Oh, today's mission hasn't been completed yet, and Uncle Maeda is so impatient that he can't wait any longer. But Chris should have gone there by now. I understand. Uncle Maeda is worried and afraid of being caught..."

His voice was cut off again at the gunpoint.

Rum just felt that dealing with the detective was too tiring. Even if he didn't say a word, the detective was able to see countless secrets from him.

The wisdom is as omnipotent and omniscient as that of God, which makes people want to claim it for themselves, but also makes them feel wary.

"No!" The detective seemed to have discovered his thoughts. There was no smile in his purple-gray eyes. He was as cold as a high and mighty god, and he looked very inhuman.

That was a look that treated everyone as an alien. Dangerous, dangerous!

Rum came to his senses and found that the safety of the gun was on and the muzzle was pointing at the indifferent detective.

He was breathing rapidly and his heart was pounding.

The detective's true self actually caused him to have a stress reaction similar to that experienced when facing a death crisis.

monster!

How could such a monster survive in a normal human society!

Darkness must be his destination!

Furiya Ling stared at Rum curiously, with a look of understanding in his eyes.

Just as he was about to speak out again, Rum shook the gun in his hand meaningfully. Seeing that the detective was reluctant to shut up, he went to check the message he had just received on his phone.

[Bring Mr. Detective to see me.]

Rum took a deep breath and calmed his heartbeat: "The boss wants to see you, come with me."

"Hey? Now?" Furiya Ling's eyes flickered, and he pretended to be unhappy, shouting that he wanted to refuse, "But it's almost dark, and I haven't watered the flowers at home, and the quilts haven't been dried yet - let's go tomorrow."

He hadn't left any information for the police yet, and it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to get out of the organization for a short time once he joined.

First try to find out where the organization's bottom line is for him.

Position yourself well at the beginning so that you won’t be led by the nose in the future.

Rum closed his eyes. It was obvious that he was trying hard to suppress his impatience and temper. "You don't have a choice."