The body is so heavy.
Feeling dizzy.
"It's so cold..." He turned over and murmured.
[Host! You have a fever! 】The system reminds you in a hurry.
[Hmm...ask for a leave from school for me. ] He said drowsily.
[Let me sleep a little longer. I'll be fine after a little sleep. ]
[It would be better if I could die in my sleep without any pain. ] His heart responded to the system like this.
[…] The system goes quiet.
He honestly pretended to be a guardian and called Di Guang to ask for leave on behalf of the host.
In fact, he also had medicine that could directly treat Tsushima Shuji, but he was rejected countless times.
Because the host said so.
"In this world, pain is the only thing that can make me feel like a living human being and keep me awake."
"The medicine that makes me lose my pain is poison to me." The young man smiled, his iris-colored eyes empty.
But in the blink of an eye, he had a different attitude, smiling, without any of the hollowness of the previous moment.
"How is it? Dazai Osamu should have this kind of attitude, right? Hahaha, my COS is absolutely perfect~"
Even the system can't tell whether it's a role-playing line or the host's true inner thoughts.
All the system can do is follow the host's orders, nothing more.
The air conditioner in the room turned on silently.
Shuji Tsushima was forcefully woken up today by his cell phone that kept vibrating.
His cell phone was originally silent, and only message reminders were turned on for special personnel.
That includes gin.
After all, the only person responsible for contacting him in Neon was Gin.
I opened my phone and looked at the unread messages.
Text at six forty.
[Task****——gin]
[Today's execution mission is under your command. ——gin]
[By the way, let’s get to know the members of Neon’s code name. ——gin]
And the latest text message at 10:30.
[It's downstairs. Come down as soon as you wake up. ——gin]
Gin is a compulsive disorder that manifests itself in every aspect.
For example, when he sends text messages, he chooses exactly the time. For example, for the first text message at 6:40, it can be 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 40 minutes, 50 minutes, or 6 o'clock exactly.
However, numbers like 11.21.31 are absolutely not acceptable.
And even though he is left-handed, he often trains the flexibility of his right hand.
Wait for a series of bad habits.
Although he complained about the other party so mercilessly in his heart, he still slowly got out of bed.
"The school has asked for leave again. The whole school probably knows Tsushima Osamu's character as a healer." He thought helplessly.
But he didn't care too much, after all, this was indeed the character he wanted to create.
He poked his phone and sent Gin a message back.
[Got it—cahors]
After washing and changing clothes, he went out wearing a black mask and a black wide-brimmed hat that had been on the coat rack but had never been worn before.
Silently he got into the Porsche parked at the door.
"Kaa, what's wrong with you?" Vodka glanced at the boy who was dressed differently than usual and asked worriedly.
"Little...cold...Aqiu." Before he could say anything, he sneezed firmly.
"Tsk." Gin clicked his tongue impatiently.
"Vodka, drive," he ordered.
"Okay, brother." He glanced worriedly at the tightly wrapped boy sitting in the back again, and started driving the car honestly.
If Kaa had a cold and a fever that burned his brain...
Will BOSS blame Big Brother?
Vodka felt extremely uneasy, fearing that Kaa's illness would burn out his brain and cause his eldest brother to be rejected by the boss for wearing small shoes.
"These are the members who will participate in the mission later. You are responsible for directing their actions." Gin sent him a document.
"Contact them yourself." He said.
There is no worry that the other party will not be able to contact other people.
"It's best that your condition won't affect this mission." The silver-haired man spoke mercilessly.
"Don't worry, it's just a simple task." Kaa said in a voice that was slightly hoarse due to a cold.
"It's best that way." Gin sneered.
At the same time, other people's mobile phones received text messages from Cahors Wine.
[This mission is entirely under my command, you don’t need to question it, just do as I say without hesitation - cahors]
Another member I haven’t seen before, Cahors, black wine? What kind of person would he be?
Bourbon, the police undercover, had a serious look in his eyes.
"Where is your communication headset?" After sending the message, Shuji Tsushima, who was feeling groggy, came to his senses.
[There is a button on the side of the mobile phone issued by the organization. Press it and a contact headset will appear. You can communicate in real time by wearing the headset - cahors]
He originally invented such a thing because it was convenient, and he could keep it in his mobile phone when not in use and just take it out when in use.
Unless you also lost your phone...
Then there is no hope for you, just wait to die.
As for Gin, as an organizational model worker, he must have some.
The people who received the text message on the other side tried to search for it, and found a button on the right side of the phone that was invisible unless they looked carefully. They could only open it with a pin or other sharp object.
After opening it, a small compartment appeared. There was indeed a mini oblate headset inside. It was this size. If you put it in your ear, would it really not fall out?
[You can try to shape it into the shape and size you want, and the baffle of the compartment can also be removed to use as hanging ears - cahors]
Bourbon picked up the mini headset with serious eyes and reached out to rub it.
He saw that the headset, which was originally barely visible, gradually expanded on his fingertips, from a small point to a small ball.
Putting it in your ears, you heard the voices coming from other people.
"Your headset isn't missing, is it?" a low, hoarse, slightly breathy voice said.
"Ha." The cold, murderous sneer was Gin's voice.
So the person who just spoke was the commander of this operation, Cahors?
"Actually...cough cough cough..."
"Actually, I have prepared a spare for you. It's behind the phone. Look carefully...cough, cough, cough." In just one sentence, the other party coughed so much that he could hardly breathe.
You can hear the other person's discomfort through their voices.
However, if you fall ill while doing a task, Gin will not be so tolerant and kind-hearted and care about you.
He only cares about whether the mission will be affected.
"Tsk." He heard Gin click his tongue impatiently.
"Troublesome brat." Gin said.
Maybe in the next second, Cahors, who is a commander, will lose his identity as a commander this time.
Bourbon thought.
"Vodka, go and buy medicine for this brat." Gin ordered Vodka impatiently.
"Yes! Brother!" Vodka ran out without complaint.
Organizing Undercover Bourbon:? ? ? ?
Are you the Gin I know?
Shouldn't you take out your gun and kill him, a stumbling block?
What are you doing? ? ?
"Ah, the scenery here is really not...Aqiu...wrong." The voice on the other side that sounded like Cahors wine said.
"Don't even think about jumping out of here in front of me."
"Suicide is also considered a form of betrayal. Do you want to betray the organization? Kaa." Gin said.
"No, Aqiu... it would be too scary for me to jump down, cough cough cough... the body will be bloody and bloody, and it must be very painful." He finally finished his sentence.
Jump off a building? suicide? betray?
Cahors wine has the idea of betraying the organization? Even willing to die?
But why did he become a commander...
Amuro Toru couldn't figure it out.
"Brother, I'm back." Vodka came back with a bag of cold medicine.
"Come on, Kao, you'll feel better after taking the medicine." Vodka said as if he were treating a child.
Shuji Tsushima:…………
"No, I refuse. I don't want to take medicine." He refused three times in a row.
"You can eat it yourself, or I can feed it to you, choose one." Gin said coldly.
Bourbon heard the sound of loading, and could imagine the scene over there from a distance.
It must have been Gin pointing a gun at the other person's head... or something.
"Ugh, it tastes so bad..." In the end, he took the medicine obediently.
There is no way, it is impossible to be drugged, he is not Kudo Shinichi!
"Take good care of your brain, Kaa. The BOSS is very interested in it. It is a treasure of our organization." Gin said meaningfully.
Toru Amuro:? ? ? ?
Do you covet other people's brains? ? ? Sure enough, criminal organizations are amazing and have no bottom line.
This time, the person wanted to kill was an official. As for the reason, Tsushima Shuji didn't bother to ask.
It is nothing more than offending people in the organization, or affecting the interests of the organization.
Today happens to be the speech meeting where the other party was elected.
Or an open-air place.
"Bourbon, now go to the man in the blue shirt at the porcelain venue." Amuro Toru looked at the position where the other party said, and sure enough he saw a man in a blue shirt.
Plainclothes officers arranged by the police.
Damn it, how could it be discovered so quickly.
"Received." In order not to arouse suspicion, he still replied in the contact channel.
"Trinidad, the third man from left to right is the target. I say don't hesitate when you shoot."
Trinidad? Another bottle of wine that I heard about for the first time...
He didn't know how many code-named members there were in the organization.
Toru Amuro gritted his teeth.
"Bourbon, get up." He rushed up according to the order, and accidentally bumped into the plainclothes man, just at the moment when the other person turned around.
"Trinidad."
"Bang -" The target's temple was penetrated by a bullet, his head exploded, and his headless body lay on the podium.
The blood from the bullet pierced the temple splattered on the curtain of the podium.
With a deep bullet as the stamen, a red and white flower blooms.
The plainclothesman who had just been hit by Toru Amuro was also shot through the forehead by a bullet at the same time.
Blood even splattered on Toru Amuro's body.
"Trinidad, leave current location."
"Bourbon, turn left and keep walking forward. There is a brown cardboard box on the right. Take off your bloody coat and throw it in. Then walk another hundred meters."
"Okay, the mission is over, that's all."
Listening to the voice in the headset, Toru Amuro came back to his senses and realized that he had walked out of the crime scene and came to a crowded street.
At the same time, a woman wearing a peaked cap passed him.
"Urgent report, our country's Representative Fujiwara was attacked by a sniper from a mysterious organization at the speech conference today..."
"Unfortunately, the congressman and the police officers who protected him died."
"According to the sniper location found, it can be known that the sniper who killed the congressman assassinated the congressman from a distance of 1,000 yards, that is, a distance of 915 meters..."
"On the other side, the sniper who killed the police officer has not been found yet."
…
"Take me home, I want to sleep." Shuji Tsushima said, lying on the back seat.
"Vodka, drive."
After completing the mission, Gin was relatively easy to talk to.
