The bathroom is safe.
But even though he felt the gentleman's kindness, Kashasha still checked the room from top to bottom, left to right, to make sure there were no micro cameras or bug locators.
There is heating, and the shower gel is Kashasha's favorite lemon scent.
Because of the heat. The mirror was covered with a layer of fog. After taking a shower, Kashasha used one hand to hold the bath towel and the other hand to draw on the mirror. He sketched out a Q-print portrait of himself with three strokes and two strokes. I drew a picture of that gentleman.
Then, the gray-haired young man found a button next to the mirror with a picture of wind ripples on it.
He tried pressing it, and the machine hidden on the edge of the mirror started, and warm wind blew on the mirror.
Soon, the small water droplets attached to the mirror surface evaporated, and the mirror surface became smooth again.
Kashasha saw herself in the mirror.
The face shape is very good-looking, and the combination of facial features gives people a sense of warmth, but the skin is still pale and lifeless. The black pupils without highlights are large and lifeless...perfect for the uncanny valley effect.
You look better when you smile. The light gray hair turned into dark gray after being wetted, sticking wetly to his face, which actually diluted the ghostly aura.
He took a few steps back, away from the mirror, and his upper body was reflected in the mirror.
Kashasha found himself so thin that he was almost sickly.
The arms are very thin, the joints are obvious, and the collarbones form an obvious prism. As his gaze continued downward, the rugged ribs bulged out, forming an arc in the middle of his chest, becoming more like an undulating mountain with each exhalation and inhalation.
"Being thin is one thing. What's more important is that there are no traces...it just looks weird."
Kashasha said to herself in the mirror.
There is no difference in skin color caused by sun exposure, no scars, not even traces of mosquito bites.
According to memory, he was a master of firearms, but Kashasha's hands did not have any gun calluses or minor scratches caused by playing with parts.
After staring at his hands for a few seconds, some fragmented terms gradually emerged in Kashasha's mind.
"Special constitution... and solution? It seems difficult to leave scars on my body, including gunshot wounds. As for the gun cocoon, I should treat my hands with special solution regularly."
Kashaxia did not have these memories, but he could dig out his physical examination report and solution configuration list from the corners of his brain. Reasonable speculation can be made on this basis.
In addition, part of Kashasha's brain was still pondering the messy information revealed in the preface.
He actually noticed an uncomfortable fact: in that nonsense preface, the previous Kashasha had never directly admitted that memory cleansing was voluntary.
Of course, the question was forgotten, and Kashasha thoughtfully decided to observe the guardian for a longer period of time. The gentleman's attitude so far is quite friendly.
Now, what Kashasha cares about is actually...
"So, am I really a time traveler? Or is there something strange like a system? I always feel that if I write something myself, mentioning these will definitely have a purpose."
The gray-haired young man admitted that he couldn't restrain his chuuni soul, so this inquiry was carried out with a joking attitude.
Since no one was watching anyway, Kashasha began to seriously discuss this issue in front of the mirror, starting from "Open Sesame" and repeating the spell in the anime that is said to be able to summon magical girls - this was written down from the preface he wrote.
The gray-haired young man who was enjoying himself did not notice how deadly his current behavior would be if he was discovered.
It wasn't until Kashasha tried the word "system" and whispered a few times that there was no response. Then he started to form words around the word system... until the ugly UI interface jumped out in front of his eyes, Kashasha still didn't react.
"Holy shit-!"
The frightened gray-haired young man did not notice which language he blurted out. He subconsciously stepped back and almost fell because of the slippery ground.
…………
Early the next morning.
Kashasha was picked up by the gentleman at half past six on time.
He was deeply aware of a painful thing: being urged to go to bed early comes at a price, which is getting up early.
I have to say that the guardian's schedule is admirably healthy. Although he had no memory, Kashasha could still feel how painful it was for him to see the sky before it was light at half past six.
He couldn't help but sit at the dining table and yawned.
What's more, Kashasha didn't sleep a wink for almost the whole night. He turned over that damn system over and over again, and came up with a lot of various conjectures:
"Lie to Kangxi"
For example, The Truman World, a brain in a vat, or being trapped in a holographic game, etc. Maybe he is really a time traveler...
In addition to the large number of key figures, what concerned Kashaxia the most was the [Memory Archive] that had been purchased in the [System Mall]. Next to the [Memory Archive] there was a line of small words marked: Used.
This shows that he may be in control of the current situation.
Fortunately, Kashasha's tired look with a hint of excitement did not arouse the gentleman's suspicion. Just as he thought, at dinner last night, the gentleman cooked the food himself in order to get closer to him. Someone specially delivered breakfast this morning.
The varieties are various and abundant, and all the dishes are sweet for the gray-haired young man.
"From today on, your rehabilitation training begins, Kashasha." The gentleman said, "Do you know what we do?"
The gray-haired young man nodded. Although he was sleepy, he gradually became energetic after such a long time:
"We are a large-scale criminal enterprise with a deep foundation, a global chain, and many branches. We stand at the top of the industry chain and have almost all the top talents in the underworld. In short, we have good benefits and high treatment, except for business irregularities. Other problems..."
This introduction was "excerpted" word for word from the preface he wrote.
As he listened, the gentleman felt a little helpless. It was obvious that Kashasha had simply written down the information and did not understand the meaning behind it.
He couldn't help but interrupt the other party: "My memory is good, but I don't get the point."
Next, the gentleman began to introduce the specific situation of the organization. By the way, Tika Sasha’s position in the group was mentioned. To sum it up in one sentence, it is to jump repeatedly in the research group and the action group.
Kashasha currently serves in the action team of the Japanese branch of the organization.
Kashasha was a little confused when he heard it, and he asked his own question: "So that Gin should be my boss according to common sense, but on your side he is at the same level as me?"
The gentleman was silent for a few seconds, feeling that Kashasha was worthy of being Kashasha.
The key to the problem was found in such a short period of time... Taking advantage of this loophole, Kashasha often secretly confronted Gin in the action team.
This guy is just restless at heart.
The gray-haired young man hadn't realized his silence yet and cheerfully continued:
"So, I only follow Gin's orders openly, but I don't have to do it behind the scenes and only follow your orders, right? Because I am actually at the same level as him..."
"...That's not important."
Kashaxia said "Oh", thoughtfully, and he didn't know what he understood. The gentleman shook his head helplessly and took this opportunity to get the topic on track:
"Due to memory cleaning, your marksmanship, physical skills and other training will be somewhat rusty. Even if the muscle memory is retained, strict training is required to control it."
"Today, let's test your current level first."
