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"Just drink with me." Li Yuan Michizao's tone was a little responsive, and he frowned in displeasure: "Don't put on such a fake look, we are the mafia, not the gang of high-spirited people. police."

There were several empty soda cans on the ground, obviously Michizo Tachihara had already drank a few cans before.

Thinking back to when Bourbon hadn't lost his horse, Fancy's cursing at the Metropolitan Police Department, the sound was silent and the strings were hesitant to speak.

You cops like to blackmail yourself...?

Real criminals scold the police if they have nothing to do.

"Okay." Yin Wuxian nodded, put the beer on his lips and took a sip, the spicy liquid entered the mouth with a faint aroma of malt, and the irritated throat felt a little numb.

He swallowed the wine, frowned slightly, and returned to normal. Within a few seconds, he felt immediate results. He blushed and stroked his cheeks: "What does Master Liyuan want to talk about?"

"Let me think about it." Seeing that he drank it, Michizawa Tachihara was satisfied, and took another gulp: "The job of the black lizard is the same, that is, to fight and kill. If you are not good enough to talk about, you can't talk about it. Why don't you talk about you?" The matter? You are now working with the eldest sister, Akutagawa-sama, and the contents of the responsibility are quite confidential."

His eyes were full of curiosity, and he leaned forward slightly: "I heard that you have worked in the security department of the port mafia for five years. Is it true?"

"It's true." Yin Wuxian was taken aback, then lowered his head a little embarrassedly: "It's all luck, I don't have any skills, and the Central Plains cadres value it."

"Don't talk nonsense." Liyuan Daozao rolled his eyes and shook the can in his hand: "I don't have any skills. In less than a month, I was strongly recommended by the old man in the intelligence department and joined the guerrillas directly under the leader?"

"It's true." Yinwu Xianle smiled helplessly: "I was lucky before. I was promoted by the Central Plains cadres and joined the intelligence department. I was injured on the first mission. I rested for a month and came back again. I don't know why. , was recommended by the minister to help."

"So sloppy? The old man won't be fooling the eldest sister, right?" Michizo Tachihara raised his eyebrows, but he didn't believe Yin Wuxianle's words: "To be honest, I'm quite curious. Before you were discovered by the Central Plains cadres, you really Just a doorman?"

He looked at Yin Wuxian's face: "Why did you join the port mafia?"

With this kind of innate condition, being a doorman, the first is to waste everything, and the second is to make no money at all.

But if this person is an undercover agent, how can the security department be an undercover agent?Can the heating in the security room produce gold?Five years as an undercover agent?

"Because my father owed a loan shark." Yin Wuxian recalled, very indifferently, bent his eyebrows and eyes, and told his own story: "The job of the mafia is stable and earns more, so I will come Working to pay off debts."

Li Yuan Michizao pondered: "Money owed to the port mafia?"

This seems to make sense, but it's not that the port mafia can't send the creditor's son to make his debut, it's no faster than being a doorman to pay back the money.

"Yeah." Yinwu Xianle sighed helplessly, took another sip of beer, seemed to be drunk, and his words were vague and lingering: "There is a choice, who wants to be black/black."

There was a faint smile on his lips, and gentle sadness in his light gray eyes: "My first mission failed, it was just bad luck, I ran into the hands of a passing military police, and my arm was pinched and broken."

"Pinch it off?" Michizao Tachihara grasped the point.

"Hmm." Yin Wuxian Yue seemed to have drunk too much, and said directly, "Looks like...a hound?"

His pupils constricted for a moment, and his eyes were covered with mist: "Central Plains officials don't let you tell, don't tell others."

Li Yuan Daozao lost his composure for a moment, and quickly regained his senses. He looked at the obviously drunk and delirious Yin Wu String Music, and a feeling of disgust surged in his heart.

It has only been 5 minutes since he held Yin Wuxian to drink, and Yin Wuxian has taken at most two sips.

beer?

drunk?

Out of the professionalism of an undercover investigator, Li Yuan Daozao said calmly: "That secret army hound of the military police? How is it possible? How can you come back alive when you meet them?"

Yin Wuxian thought for two seconds: "Attempt to commit a crime, I was caught placing a bug, and I will be fine after paying the bail. Maybe the hound thinks my crime is too small, so I don't bother to care about it."

"Then why are you hurt?"

"Unlucky." Yinwu Xianle languished a little: "That white-haired blind military policeman seemed to be in a bad mood at the time. I hit the muzzle of the gun, and he took it out on me."

Liyuan Michizao nodded, it really was a wild chrysanthemum, only he had the bad habit of playing with prisoners, and he scolded the hound sincerely.

Then, Tachihara Michizao looked at Yin Wuxian Yue's defenseless appearance, pretended to be casual, picked up the wine and drank it: "What are you and the eldest sister doing, it's mysterious."

"Watch one..." Otonashi Xianle's words came to an abrupt end, he seemed to have regained consciousness, and then, under Michizao Tachihara's horrified eyes, he continued, like a drunken rogue, procrastinating The tone was long and not offensive: "Speaking of which, you have always asked me. It is only fair for each person to ask a question."

The Yinwu string musician put his hands by his legs, leaned forward slightly, and looked like a curious baby: "Why did you join the port mafia?"

Liyuan Michizao raised his eyebrows, a little funny: "Do you remember who I am?"

"Remember, Master Li Yuan." Yin Wuxian Yue nodded seriously: "You asked me to drink with you, and I did, so you can't just take my word for it."

Drinking a drink, even the class is gone, this is too easy to offend people.

Tachihara Michizo looked worriedly at the soda can that Yinwu Xianle held in his hand, and wanted to make up a reason such as "I joined the Mafia because I thought it was cool". The unconscious look, he said.

"I have a very good elder brother. Since I was a child, I have been compared with him, so I have done everything against him, deliberately doing bad things, fighting and doing everything, but it still can't offset my heart. Depressed, so I decided to do something big."

Liyuan Michizao shook the empty soda can, but couldn't pour out any wine, so he threw it on the ground, and opened a new one like the other empty cans: "I found the vault of a notorious organization , I wanted to pry it open, but I was caught, and they said to me: I can leave you with your life, but you have to work hard. Fortunately, the work is quite happy, and the partners I know are not bad.”

"It is the command that made me."

After finishing speaking, the air was quiet for a few seconds. Tachihara Michizao realized that he felt inexplicably irritable. He scratched his hair, wondering how he could say these words in his heart, kicked away the empty soda can, and watched the music without strings. Half-closed his eyes, he didn't seem to be listening carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief, he stepped forward to shake him awake, opened his eyes when he saw Yin Wuxian, and was startled by the wet ash: "Masters, why are you crying?"

After finishing speaking, Tachihara Michizao realized that it was the physiological water mist after drunk, and he was a little awkward: "I'm done talking, it's your turn, what kind of work do you do?"

It took two seconds for the soundless strings to reflect, and then he opened his mouth slowly. Instead of speaking, he poured wine into his mouth with the soda can that he had been clutching for a long time. As a result, his hand was raised, and the wine flowed down his cheek under the action of gravity. The corners of her lips dripped a lot onto the shirt.

Yin Wuxian was choked, his hands trembled, and the soda can fell to the ground. He leaned on the side, covered his mouth with one hand and coughed. After coughing for a while, he raised his head again, the corners of his eyes were rosy, and he looked really embarrassed.

Yin Wuxian was dazed for a few seconds, subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his slightly hot cheek, picked up the shirt that was chilled by the cold wine and the wind blowing from outside the arsenal, and came back to his senses: "What did you say?"

Li Yuan Daozao cursed in his heart, and said contemptuously on his face, "You'll be drunk if you're less than half a can of beer."

Yin Wuxian was stunned, then got up, and bowed apologetically: "I don't drink very well, I offended you, I'm sorry."

"I told you to do it, I'm not in the mood to drink at all." Li Yuandao made a ruffian look, waved his hand, and acted as if to chase away: "Okay, you can go, now you can still catch the late bus go home."

He looked at Yin Wuxian's weapon bag, and realized: "By the way, you seem to have to spend the night in the office for that kind of confidential mission."

Yin Wuxian Yue, whose eyes had brightened just now, went back visibly with the naked eye: "Then I will take my leave, Mr. Li Yuan, I am sorry for disappointing you."

After leaving the arsenal, Yinwu Xianle lifted his shirt uncomfortably. Although he deliberately adjusted the angle, he still got a few drops on his chest. The smell of alcohol was quite strong.

He glanced at the corner of Yu Sheng Yuzhi's clothes who was hiding in the dark, and after manipulating him to leave the port mafia, he leaned on the weapon bag and found an outer wall to lean against, intending to let off the smell of alcohol before going back.

In the end, after getting a whole body of wine, I still didn't get any useful information.

Is there a problem with Yusheng Yuzhi's ability, or is Liyuan Daozao's mouth too strict?

Or, his attempt to find the shadow of Scotland in others...is quite ridiculous in itself.

"I hate wine." Yin Wuxian Yue looked at the street with lights not far away, and said in a misty tone, "It's not good."

[You said it] The system asks: [Are you drunk]

"I'm not that bad at drinking." Yin Wuxian closed his mouth, and talked to the system in his heart as usual. He looked at the lights of Wanjia lightly, his eyes seemed to be out of focus: "How can the members of the organization have a bad drinking capacity?"

Even if it's bad, it's not bad after going through the anti-torture training in the training camp.

He simply doesn't like the spicy taste of wine and soda, and it's just that he blush easily when drinking.

"Whether it's wine or sparkling water, it's too strong. I like milder drinks, and I prefer tea." Yinwu Xianle no longer looked at the lights, but sat down slowly against the corner of the wall. He looked up at the dark It’s a bit of a stretch to say that it’s pitch black, maybe dark blue or dark gray, but in short, there’s nothing on it.

In a bustling city, looking at the stars is a luxury, because the colorful neon lights are brighter and more beautiful than the stars.

The wind at night is very cool, mixed with the sound of unknown bugs whistling softly.

After staying for about 10 minutes, Yinwu Xianle stood up, patted his clothes, picked up the weapon bag and planned to go back.

Sleeping on the sofa or on the computer chair is a very serious choice, which is related to his sleep quality.

Of course, he wanted to go home and sleep if he could.

When thinking of home, Yinwu Xianle laughed at himself like self-deprecating.

Then, like a normal person, he quickly forgot about this absurd idea and walked to the guerrilla's office.

Who is so miserable, spending the night in the office?

Oh, it's him, that's all right.