How to file a resignation with Gin

Xia Shu was taken aback: "...Oh."

Xia Shu tried to recall the appearance of his parents, but he couldn't remember anything. Compared with this, he actually cared more about what happened to the Laplace demon-he couldn't help but castigate himself that he was really a filial son...

So he was not frightened by the gin at all, and even asked with interest: "Can you tell me what's going on?"

Gin ignored it and walked straight forward.

Xia Shu pressed the question again, and after receiving a sinister warning from the other party, he never continued to ask.

Xia Shu buried his face in the scarf, and quietly complained: "It's tempting, so fierce, so unreasonable."

In fact, verbal warnings are already a sign of Gin's extreme tolerance.

His connivance is silent, and he hardly shows it in front of people, but it becomes another scene in the eyes of caring people.

Belmode was the first to discover this.

Originally, she was only here to convey the boss's order, but she was a little startled when she first entered the safe house.

Gin was the only person sitting in the living room, however—the shoes in the hallway were of two sizes, coats of different sizes and styles were hung on the coat rack, and there were several boxes of unopened snacks on the coffee table.

According to her understanding of this TopKiller, the probability that Gin will live with a human is as small as the earth's self-turning direction, but it happened so easily, it really makes people think about it.

"Come to send something." Belmode joked, "How does it feel to be in the golden house?"

Gin glanced at her: "Put it on the table, you can go."

"So unfeeling." Belmode pretended to complain, and as the other party said, he put a stack of file bags on the transparent desk.

Before leaving, she seemed to say unintentionally: "By the way, there is a familiar person on the cleaning list. If I remember correctly, he may be a friend of your child?... His name is Shuji Tsushima."

Gin didn't respond.

"Also." Belmode continued happily, "Because of the undercover agent named Jin Dao, that gentleman is also a little suspicious. Regarding whether the child has two hearts, and your relationship with the child...you will not cover him. ,Right?"

Gin's complexion remained unchanged, but the pen in his hand stopped for a moment, and a drop of ink spilled from the F-tip, blurring on the snow-white paper.

Belmode glanced from a distance, took this subtle reaction into his eyes, and a somewhat clear smile appeared at the end of his eyes.

——what are you going to do? Gin.

She knew Gin very early, and she only knew that the other party had a little bamboo horse and had a good relationship. At that time, she only heard the name, and had never met Hojo Natsuki himself.

Until two years ago, her other identity, Oscar star Sharon Wynyard, was invited by Caltech, and the school invited her to attend the graduation ceremony as an honorary alumnus.

Belmode wanted to find a reason to refuse, but when she said "Caltech" in the back seat of the car, Gin glanced warily in the rearview mirror.

She immediately swallowed the polite refusal floating in her throat, raised her eyebrows, and changed her words: "Of course, it's an honor to be invited by my alma mater, and I will be there."

Qin Jiu said calmly: "You are very free."

This sentence is not a problem for him in this situation, but Belmode thought of his subtle look just now, and felt more and more something was wrong.

She once hinted at Gin, and under such a suitable atmosphere and scene, the Witch with Thousand Faces never missed it; however, Gin behaved like an indifferent and frigid, Belmode even wondered for a moment whether he didn't understand, and finally The other party said, "I'm not interested in women," and she realized what was wrong.

Belmode replied lightly: "I have completed the tasks assigned by the boss. Besides, I can also take a look at the researchers trained by the organization when I go to Caltech."

Gin was noncommittal, as if he didn't care what she said at all, and his attitude was the same as usual.

In non-essential communication outside of missions, he has always spared words like gold.

Belmode suddenly felt even more abnormal.

On commencement day, she sat in the front row of alumni seats in Beckman Auditorium, watching the crowd.Fortunately, Caltech has always been known for being small and refined, and there are not many graduates. Belmode quickly identified an Asian young man in the crowd.

He has a good appearance that people can't take their eyes off, delicate but not masculine or feminine; he chats with his classmates, his eyes are fanned, his smile is a bit romantic, and he looks inexplicably cute.

After the meeting, Belmode was going to take the initiative to chat with the children.

He was rejecting the female classmate's confession, with a gentle but firm attitude, and finally generously gave the girl a farewell hug.

"Good evening." Belmode went up to meet him and said with a smile, "I want to chat with you, will I disturb you?"

Hojo Natsuki shook his head and stared at her face seriously for a while - it's normal, men always keep their eyes on her face and figure.

However, his next sentence was: "You are a member of the organization."

The identity of Sharon Wynyard, although within the organization, not many people know about it, and it is not easy for a researcher who has not yet graduated to find out.

"Your disguise level is very high." He complimented without wavering, "Let me guess, you are Vermouth, right?"

Belmode smiled: "Who told you? Gin."

Xia Shu was taken aback: "...Why did he tell me? I haven't even said a few words to him."

When these words came out, Belmode was also stunned for a while, his surprised expression was fleeting, and after a few seconds, he suddenly realized and believed.

With a mysterious smile on the corner of her lips, she chatted with Hojo Natsuki for a while, and said goodbye to each other soon.

On the way back, she called Qin Jiu and said, "I saw your little friend."

Gin immediately hung up.

Vermouth made a few more calls, but the other party picked it up with a cold tone: "Don't bother me if you don't have a mission, Vermouth."

He didn't hang up immediately, and left a few seconds for her to speak.

"I know why you are against the Laplace demon, Gin." Belmode's voice was soft and touching, "As Rum guessed before, you have selfish intentions, right? Don't deny it, I have seen children Parents, they died because of the bad luck brought by the Laplace demon, and you are afraid that he will do the same."

Gin: "You just called to talk nonsense?"

"I won't tell anyone." Belmode made a condition, "correspondingly, you owe me a favor."

Qin Jiu snorted coldly and hung up.

Belmode pinched the phone, not very confident, after all, this was just her guess.

However, she has always been confident in her intuition. It is abnormal enough for a person like Gin to show strong emotions.

Two years ago, Boss was hesitating whether to devote all of the organization's scientific research resources to the development of the silver bullet.

The organization currently has a total of three S+ level projects, one of which has been basically confirmed to be abolished due to huge expenses and unsatisfactory returns.

The remaining two are Silver Bullet and Laplace Demon.

To put it simply, the silver bullet wants to achieve immortality and resurrection, and Laplace's demon tries to create an omniscient and omnipotent program.

The progress of the former is being carried out slowly, and Belmode himself is also the beneficiary of the research.

The latter has stagnated since the death of the Hojo couple. Three years ago, Hojo Natsuki completed a demo program with a high short-term predictive success rate, which gave the project a little light. The performance is getting worse and worse, and the prediction rate has fallen off a cliff.

Gin said: "The Laplace demon can't exist at all, it's just fantastic."

Rum is a supporter of [Laplace Demon], and immediately objected: "The previous demos have a high success rate, and I think we can continue to study."

"Predict the future?" Qin Jiu pulled the corners of his lips and sneered, "It's a dream that eight-year-olds don't even dream."

Rum was not irritated by his sarcasm. He stared at him carefully for a while, and suddenly smiled maliciously: "Gin, what are you covering up? Do you have a clear conscience against the Laplace demon?"

"You have selfish intentions." He opened his mouth to convict TopKiller and sneered, "You are afraid of..."

Gin's face remained unchanged, but his fingers holding the wide-mouth wine glass tightened quietly.

"Okay, both of you." Boss interceded, "I will make a decision on this matter."

After several months of mediation, the specific struggle between the two parties was unknown, and the final result was that the Laplace demon stopped-from the perspective of the result, Rum suffered a disadvantage.

The organization will spare no effort to pour all resources into the development of the Silver Bullet in the coming years.

Soon after, Natsuki Hojo, who was far away in California, was notified of the incident and learned that he would become a member of the Gin action team.

He returned to China smoothly, established a good relationship with his boss and colleagues, and his life and work can be called smooth sailing... The only thing that was not smooth was that he met an unreliable friend.

Shuji Tsushima's behavior style is hard to describe in words. No one wants to partner with a suicidal maniac who jumps into the river every day, but he is inexplicably in tune with him. He can always understand Tsushima's original intentions in weird places.

Shuji Tsushima drew an inexplicable symbol. When he asked others, the answer he got was always——

"J, and a heart?"

"J of Hearts?"

"What do you mean, implying Texas Hold'em?"

"J refers to people, the love next to it means whom do you adore? Or who adores J?"

"I'm sick, get out of here."

"That's right, it means committing suicide, so hurry up and go."

And Hojo Natsuki glanced casually, and the answer was: "The unfinished dotted half note?"

Shuji Tsushima suddenly smiled happily: "Why does Natsuki-kun understand so much?"

"Ah... that's what I think." He explained vaguely, "I thought of it when I first saw it."

He drew another inexplicable ghost drawing symbol, which is a bit like a Chinese Eight Diagrams array, and he can only roughly see that there is one copy on the left and another copy on the right.

Tsushima asked, "What about this one?"

Xia Shu: "Isn't it too abstract... I will think of something. The blood bar when fighting with NPCs in stand-alone games is a bit like the floating mark in the middle?"

With a half-smile, Tsushima balled up the paper and threw it into the trash can.

From then on, Tsushima entangled him and always said some strange words, Xia Shuduo took what he said as the wind in his ears, and let them float past.

"Natsuki, why don't you continue to play that game?" Tsushima asked with a kind and sincere tone, "Is it a lack of modifiers? I can share with you my newly bought plug-in, which adds the blood lock function, absolutely not blocked."

"No, don't mention it." Xia Shu recalled the torture on the training ground, his face full of pain, "I don't want to play games anymore."

"It's weird, I thought Natsuki would be the type who was obsessed with games."

"...?" Xia Shu looked back strangely, "Why do you think so? I basically didn't play before."

Tsushima continued on his own: "I am addicted to games, I can't help but fall in love with a certain game character, and even give up my real life for him, I can't wait to transmigrate into the game and become an NPC. Natsuki, will you?"

It's getting more and more outrageous.

Hojo Natsuki twitched the corners of his mouth and replied, "No, do you think I'm a Two-dimensional otaku?"

Tsushima moved closer, stared at him for a moment, and dragged out a long "hey?".

"I thought you would." There was a hint of sarcasm in his false smile.

"I don't watch anime either?" Xia Shu wondered, not understanding where his misunderstanding came from, "Why do you think so?"

"I don't know." Tsushima curled up the exaggerated corners of his mouth, "Intuition."

A few seconds later, he asked again: "Really? Are you so sure?"

"If it wasn't for the fact that there is nothing to be attached to in real life, who would be obsessed with another dimension?" Xia Shu quickly moved his fingers in front of the computer without raising his head, and replied casually, "I think I am living a good life now. It’s impossible to die and live for a paper man.”

Tsushima tilted his head slightly, with a smile on his face again, but his eyes were very quiet.

He asked softly: "Is that so? According to the situation you assumed, how much love can you have for that paper man?"

"If he is cold-blooded and ruthless, and can give you up for other things at any time; if he cannot deliver you the most unique loyalty..."

Hojo Natsuki couldn't help interrupting: "Then why do you dare to assume that I will like that person? It's too much."

"There are also some advantages?" Tsushima lowered his head and played with a fifth-order Rubik's cube, "For example, he is an extremely loyal dog, the kind who is willing to die for a certain organization-the organization wants him to kill you, but he unexpectedly No."

He looked over with a half-smile: "Will you be moved? Xia Shu."