"Well, sorry," Scotland said softly.
The organization member with blue eyes retracted his hand very naturally, as if the previous rejection did not exist.
There was even a gentle smile on his face that was exactly the same as Kawakami Tsumugi's: it seemed that Kawakami Tsumugi's reaction was excessive.
Perhaps due to more experience, Scotland seems to have figured out where the social distance is that makes Kawakami feel comfortable: just keep the surface politeness, be affectionate and friendly, but even if you get even a little closer, you will step on each other. Minefield.
Kawakami Tsumugi glanced sideways at the guy who was imitating his smile.
He suddenly felt that there was no point in being in such a stalemate with Scotland.
If he didn't really hate being told what to do, plus the bad news about having to write a report, Kawakami would not have fallen out so directly. There is no point in doing so and it will only expose your true emotions.
He stretched out his hand and pulled over his computer, which was already on standby, and said, "Forget it, let's start working. Finish it as soon as possible and hand in the work early."
"Okay." Scotland sat down next to Kawakami Tsumugi.
Two hours later, Kawakami was almost sick from work.
Literally about to vomit at work, the gray-haired young man lay on the table and pressed his forehead against the relatively cold tabletop until the tabletop became the same temperature as him.
He felt like a double image was floating in front of his eyes, his temples were bulging outwards, and it was like a stone was bumping around in his skull.
This is a sign of overuse of the brain. Kawakami thought dullly.
First, he helped Scotland plan the route to kill the target of the sniper mission, then he chased Rye halfway, marked out a suitable hunting ground in Tokyo, then mobilized peripheral personnel to install bombs, tracked the two FBI, and now he had to deal with the aftermath of the operation...
The premise for Kawakami Tsuyoshi to do all this is to sift out useful intelligence from the massive information flow. This is not difficult for him, but coupled with his damn super memory...
The burden on the brain has accumulated to a terrifying amount.
It's just that Kawakamiji has been busy arguing with Gin before, and he doesn't want to show weakness in front of his mortal enemy.
Kashasha once said in the review that their real advantage is not just hyperamnesia, but a brain that is agile enough to properly process the information captured using hyperamnesia.
[In some situations, you can even use your brain as a computer. 】But this does not mean that Kawakami Tsumugi can really have no scruples, otherwise he will be the one who suffers in the end——
——Damn it, he's in trouble enough as it is.
"Scotland, could you turn off the air conditioner?"
"It will be very cold if it is turned off. You are only wearing single clothes." Scotland replied. He glanced at the gray-haired young man with some worry, and the latter looked gloomy.
"The colder the better, I need to cool down."
"You might catch a cold."
"Tsk, colds have nothing to do with temperature. The real culprits are bacteria or viruses, those little things growing in petri dishes."
"It doesn't even matter if you roll around naked in places that are pure enough, such as the North and South Pole. As for whether it will cause local frostbite, tissue hypoxia, brain hypoxia, etc. due to hypothermia..."
Kawakami rolled his eyes and couldn't help but start to hum. Excessive verbal output can relieve the discomfort of the brain to a certain extent, but it is easy to go off topic.
….
"Ah, I'm going too far. The problem now is that I need to cool down. Cooling down...it's too hot and affects my thinking——"
"Forget it, maybe I can climb from the window to the roof to get some cool breeze..."
As he said, the gray-haired young man really slowly got up from the table, and then was grabbed by Scotland and pushed back to his seat.
This time Scotland didn't hesitate anymore and quickly used the remote control to turn off the air conditioner to prevent Kawakami from continuing to toss.
"Kawakami, we are in the basement now." Scotland sighed, "Even if you climb through the window, you can't get to the roof."
…………
At one thirty-nine in the morning, they
Finally all the trivial matters were taken care of - except for Kawakami Tsumugi's report that had not yet been written.
But he really didn't have the energy to write anymore. Anyway, the gentleman didn't set a deadline. It wouldn't be too late for him to write after he had enough rest.
Scotland does the driving.
Kawakami wanted to take a nap for a while, but he couldn't do it:
Countless chaotic images flashed in front of him like a revolving lantern: overpasses, reflections from sights, mushroom clouds caused by explosions, broken buildings, manhole covers, giant trucks that fell to the ground, golden sunlight, lemon candies, and Scotland. The hand on his shoulder...
He felt like his brain was going to explode.
The gray-haired young man simply rolled down the car window, stuck his head out, and immersed his head and face in the biting cold wind until he could no longer feel their presence.
I feel better, but still not enough.
So Kawakamiji began to harass the artificial intelligence Mad Hatter bound to the system in his brain:
【Are you there? I urgently need someone to chat with me now. Although you seem to be of no use, you can still chat with someone, right? I have to distract my thoughts, otherwise I will go crazy——】
[Hiss, can the system capture the electrical signals of my brain? What is the state of my nerve impulses now? 】
[If you really feel uncomfortable, I can play hypnotic white noise for you. 】The Mad Hatter spoke.
[Hypnosis? No, forget it, to be honest I don't like that gentleman's method. Although it is indeed very useful, it makes people feel dependent. It would be nice to play some soft music, preferably something I have listened to... I don't want to enrich my song library now. 】
Soon the soft music was in place, and the Mad Hatter played a popular, soothing and soft music. Kawakami finally felt relaxed for a moment.
[Ah, then let’s continue chatting. 】
…………
It was said to be chatting, but in fact it was the gray-haired young man rambling incoherently, with the Mad Hatter only occasionally chiming in. After returning to the safe house, Kawakami's verbal output finally had some logic.
The gray-haired young man took off his windbreaker and shoes, lay down on the bed, and then curled up and buried himself with the quilt.
[Oh, by the way, the mission of the organization has been completed, but the income of our system has not been reviewed yet... I am not in a good state right now, why don't you report the situation? 】
The Mad Hatter immediately answered:
[Two key mission cards have been newly unlocked, Judy and Kamel. After completing two tasks at the same time, and accumulating points for deepening the impression of key characters on the Kashasha camp, the total character points gained were 40, and the current character points are 121. 】
[Well, it’s atmospheric. ] Kawakami Tsumugi whistled, [But it’s not as much as Scotland’s income from one mission. 】
[Perhaps it’s because compared to Scotch, the two key figures newly identified today are relatively inconsequential. 】The Mad Hatter gave a reasonable explanation.
【Who knows? Coupled with the new prompt given by the system: each key person can only trigger the task once - tsk, I reasonably suspect that this was added to prevent me from taking advantage of the loophole. 】
[Perhaps by artificially putting them into a critical creation task like this, they did not let the so-called "destiny" take its course and get too many character points...]
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