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

Vermouth covered the corners of her lips with her right hand. Oh, the detective is such a cute little guy who holds a grudge.

She thought gleefully, I'm being watched by the detective, Rum.

Gin was even more open about it. He smiled a chilling smile, his tone icy but filled with eagerness:

"I'm more than happy to help the organization clean out some of the pests!"

On the opposite side, Rum's aura suddenly became gloomy.

At the same time, he received an email on his mobile phone.

[ ?

——BOSS]

It was just a simple question mark, but Rum felt cold all over, like a weak and pitiful thing being targeted by a giant hunting carnivore.

Rum was questioned by the boss, and I'm afraid he will be quiet for a while.

Furuya Rei poked at the mobile page for the game he had downloaded, and as if he had suddenly thought of something, he said seriously, "Don't call me Bourbon, just call me Detective."

Vermouth leaned forward and took a look at the page on his phone. It was a very popular reasoning game recently.

She took two steps back with no interest and asked curiously, "Don't you like the code name Bourbon?"

"I like it, but this code name doesn't belong to me~" the detective said firmly, "I will have my own code name in the future."

He wants to completely separate Rei Furuya from other characters and make him an irrelevant identity.

Not only for confidentiality, but also for——

"Rei, stop fighting."

"If you get hurt again, I won't be able to treat you. I have to go far away."

"Goodbye, Rei."

Doctor Elena...

Because he was mixed-race, he was always bullied when he was a child and no one cared about him.

If he had not been injured when he was young, doctors would not have seen him and he would have been dispensable to them.

But when he is injured, the doctor will notice him, care about him, and love him.

This sense of security of being cared for can only be given by a child after the doctor leaves.

——For Hiro!

The purple-gray eyes of Rei Furuya are extremely deep. Hiro can leave in the future as a matter of course and decisively. This may be because he believes in his ability and is confident that he can live well without him.

He could indeed survive, but if he was always injured like he was when he was a child, or even in a more difficult situation, Hiro would not be so determined to leave.

Even if he hesitates, as long as Hiro is still alive, he will always find a way to save people.

Rei Furuya admitted that there was something wrong with his mentality, and the haze of his childhood was brought out again when he looked into the future.

But he let the emotion run its course.

He thought coldly that as long as he could achieve his goal, his mental state was nothing more than a small matter.

Unable to change his childhood influence, Furuya Rei, who came in as an undercover agent, was frantically writing scripts in his head.

Vermouth's eyes flashed, and she keenly noticed that the detective's tone of voice was very unusual. The code name Bourbon was obviously given to him, so how could it not belong to him?

Vermouth opened her mouth, wanting to test the waters again, but then she saw the detective lazily walking towards the door.

"Vodka-kun, lead the way to the safe house and buy some desserts and snacks." The detective said confidently, his tone meaningful, "I won't mention the idol posters in your apartment by name."

Fūya Rei was in a very awkward mood, as there was an unexpected note on Vodka's forehead.

[You didn't expect that? I'm the man who holds countless Earth Lady Team merchandise posters.]

Rei Furuya: I really didn’t expect this. Who could have thought of this?

Vodka, the cold-blooded killer with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually chases stars!

Vodka froze.

He screamed in his heart, Bourbon is not scientific at all! !

How could someone know what's in someone else's house just by looking at them? Could it be that the color of underwear I'm wearing today...

"You're thinking of something rude." Furuya Zero's tone was dangerously long. "Votka-kun."

Vodka shuddered and dared not think about it anymore.

Feeling his elder brother's cold gaze and Vermouth's ambiguous interest, Vodka felt like crying but had no tears.

He didn't provoke Bourbon, so why was he targeted by Bourbon?!

"Send him to the organization's nearest safe house."

Gin spoke to Vodka while biting the cigarette butt, but his eyes were fixed on Rum on the other end of the monitor. His dark green pupils were deep and dark, filled with violence and bloodthirstiness.

The hand holding the gun in his pocket was ready to move, and it looked like he really wanted to shoot Rum.

Vermouth brushed her nails and said with a mysterious smile: "Have a good sleep, Mr. Detective~"

Next is the adult time.

The Rum incident was directly exposed by the detective, so the boss had to hold a staff meeting and make a decision on how to deal with it.

I'm going to be busy today.

Vodka sent Rei Furuya to the safe house in tears. Along the way, he looked through the rearview mirror at Bourbon, who was curled up in the back seat like a big cat. He was terrified, fearing that he would reveal unacceptable secrets.

The scenery outside the car window quickly receded, and everything became a blur.

"Where is the safe house?" Fūya Rei suddenly asked.

Vodka shuddered and quickly gave the address. He waited anxiously for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Bourbon lower his head to play with his phone again.

It seemed like he was just asking out of curiosity. He looked away and concentrated on driving.

Fūya Rei sat in the back seat, pulling up a map of the area on his phone. After a quick glance, his eyes landed on the Super Delicious Cake Shop.

This store is closest to the safe house we are about to reach.

He glanced at Vodka. If he had to have someone to monitor him, Vodka would be a good choice. He had no other advantages, except that he was easy to deceive.

Fūya Rei was contacting the police openly, and a string of garbled messages flashed by on the text message page.

After the police deciphered the garbled code, they obtained accurate information.

[Mobile phone, p apartment, cake, Вoдka]

Вoдka, Russian, vodka.

The other party replied: [.]

To understanding.

To stay in touch with the police, the organization's cell phone was clearly insufficient. While the quality was good and the connection speed was fast, it also carried significant risks.

It's better to be cautious.

After contacting the police to send his phone to a safe house, Rei Fūya exited the page, cleared all traces, and opened the auto-hang-up game again to start playing.

*

Public security undercover training camp, personal belongings storage room.

Officer Miyamura came hurriedly, took a cell phone and left hurriedly.

The officer drove at the maximum speed limit all the way to the Super Delicious Cake Shop. When he stepped out of the car, his normally straight back hunched slightly, his face clad in black glasses. His hair was a mess, and a corner of his white shirt had been pulled out of his trousers. In an instant, he transformed from a police elite into a slovenly office worker.

"Please make me a super sweet strawberry and cream daifuku, chocolate daifuku, red bean mochi, and butter pudding... Just make these for now. I'm taking them away, so please help me pack them."

He said weakly.

"Okay, okay, wait a moment."