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

The organization's mobile phones will be automatically cleaned and cheesecakes will be disposed of regularly, so Rei Furuya is not worried at all that Masato Shiraishi will find out anything.

After he told Vermouth her new phone number and email address, he asked tentatively, "When are you leaving?"

Shiraishi Masato's aggressive gaze circled around Furuya Rei twice, frightening him so much that he started shaking. He then took his phone away and slowly stood up and walked out, saying, "I'm leaving now."

Just as Furuya Rei was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned around and called out, "Amuro-kun."

Fūya Rei was startled, the color draining from his face in an instant, and his grip on his clothes tightened unconsciously: "Speak."

After Shiraishi Masato had admired his cowering appearance for a while, he feigned innocence and said, "You seem very scared. I meant to say that the medicine for traumatic injuries is in the bedside table."

Furuya Rei clenched his fists and said aggrievedly, "Thank you."

Shiraishi Masato left in a good mood. It was time for him to go on a mission. Only after completing the mission could he find the little fox to redeem his promise.

Also, find and kill Calvados who is hiding in Nagano Prefecture and is trying to snipe him at any time.

The man hummed a little tune and left with murderous intent.

As the sound of the door being locked was heard, the room suddenly became dead silent.

I don't know how long it was before there were some subtle movements in the room, like the rustling sound of insects crawling on paper, or the swaying of curtains in the wind. It seemed as if Fūya Rei, who had been frozen into a sculpture, slowly got down from the bed and fumbled to pick up the blind stick.

As soon as his fingertips touched the cane, they touched something soft and dry, which looked very much like another person's finger.

His expression remained unchanged. The moment he grasped the blind stick, the man who was half-squatting on the ground in front of him also stood up.

Suddenly, the air in the room seemed to condense.

Fūya Rei wasn't surprised by this man's arrival. He spoke softly, his tone gentle and soft, like a gentle spring breeze, yet it contained an undeniable sense of power and oppression: "How long has it been since I turned on the locator?"

Kikuchi, who had just sneaked in while Shiraishi Masato was gone, was dressed in a suit and tie. His voice was low and cold: "One and a half hours."

The basement was well ventilated and brightly lit. Perhaps because Rei Furuya had poor eyesight, Shiraishi Masato did not tie him up and let him wander around the room filled with various carvings and furniture.

His eyes fell on the young man's open clothes, sliding across the extra purple bruises, and he said with a sigh: "It seems that you have had an intense time in the past hour and a half."

Furuya Rei wasn't angry. He fixed his lifeless eyes on Kikuchi's direction, a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and announced, "From now on, Kikuchi's identity is mine."

Kikuchi was stunned for a moment, then reacted the next moment. A wave of shock rolled down his cheeks, and he growled in shock: "You want to swap identities with me? Are you crazy?"

Fūya Rei walked calmly to the bed and sat down. He looked noble and elegant. His open clothes added a bit of unruly look to him, and his strong abdominal muscles made him look particularly attractive.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, supporting his chin with his fingers crossed, and asked nonchalantly, "Otherwise, with your current fighting ability, who can you beat?"

Kikuchi's eyes instantly cleared. He didn't want to use his own identity to evaluate Shiraishi Masato's fighting ability.

It's easier to hide in the basement and act pathetic, even though it might cost you your innocence.

but……

Recalling Shiraishi Masato's figure, it's hard to say who will suffer.

The worst outcome is being discovered in disguise, which could be life-threatening.

But before that, I can still survive.

He tore hard along the jaw with his hands, revealing the charming and enchanting face and big golden waves.

Having made her decision, Vermouth was unequivocal. She gracefully took a few steps forward and half-knelt in front of Rei Furuya. Staring at his handsome face, she asked earnestly, "How do you and Edrador get along?"

Furuya Rei curled his lips, sat up straight, and said innocently and pitifully, "It's exactly the same as when I was in the club with Kikuchi."

Vermouth cursed in her heart. No wonder you didn’t let me take off my disguise. It turns out you were plotting against me from the beginning to the end.

She glanced at the blind stick beside her and said provocatively, "Since I'm going to use your identity, leave the blind stick to me and leave empty-handed."

She wanted to see how this guy could walk out of the basement smoothly without the guidance of his cane!

Fūya Rei tilted his head, and suddenly frowned slightly. Under Vermouth's puzzled gaze, he covered his cheek with one hand to hide the change in his expression.

Invisible rays of light quickly condensed at the fingertips of his other hand into a card that could not be seen by others.

The character card of the righteous officer was immediately removed.

"Of course I'm prepared to fight Edrador." He said lazily, lowering his hands that were covering his face.

Under Vermouth's shocked expression, he stood up and walked naturally around the obstacles to the door.

He immediately turned his head and looked over. The pair of eyes that should have been empty and void now emitted a vivid light, as bright as if stars had fallen into them.

He leaned against the door with one hand in his pocket, his golden hair shining, his purple-gray eyes emitting a mysterious and dangerous aura, his bare chest looking dashing, and when he raised the corners of his mouth to chuckle, he didn't seem to be in a cold and lonely basement, but in an upper-class cocktail party with bright lights, wine, and elegant ladies.

"Vermouth, long time no see."

He winked, a friendly and gentlemanly greeting.

Vermouth was so frightened by this sudden transformation that she almost screamed. She stared at Fūya Rei for a long while before slowly uttering a name: "...Bourbon!"

"Hmm." Fūya Rei's aura changed drastically. His character, who used to be keen on acting and appreciating other people's emotional ups and downs, was now full of strength, and his every move was mysterious, making it difficult to tell whether he was good or evil.

He came in front of Vermouth, pulled the corner of his mouth, pointed at the scar on his forehead, and said with a fake smile: "If you want to disguise yourself as me, remember to replicate the scar one to one. Mr. Shiraishi is very perceptive."

Vermouth had a heart attack, and the inexplicable tolerance she had for G in her heart completely disappeared. The feeling of wanting to make cocktails with him was like the desolation after the passion, and her mood was so dull that she didn't even look at him.

Vermouth had to admit that she was wary of Toru Miyano-Bourbon's personality, perhaps because they were both mystics. Even when they got along with each other, it was just an exchange of interests or they had each other's leverage.

Unlike the young detective, she is willing to give the detective benefits for free.

As for G, although he was a bit dangerous, he was good at acting, and his acting was very bewitching, which made her always want to drag him to bed and sleep with him first.

Vermouth was almost torn apart by the guy in front of her. How could the aura of one person's different personalities change so much?

Also, why would it be okay if you changed your personality and became blind?