"Yes, you also said that next time we talk about this matter, I hope I can give a perfect answer."
The gray-haired young man pretended to hesitate for a few seconds:
"In fact, when I was investigating Cointreau in City C, I vaguely noticed their traces. This is why I can confirm that the drug research idea was not created by Cointreau's forces."
"Where's the evidence?"
"Uh... not yet."
The evidence is that I have already met the debt collector Rikar... Kawakami complained in his heart. He knew that this level of answer was obviously not enough to fend off his guardian.
After nearly a minute of silence, the gentleman said indifferently:
"There is really no evidence? What are you hiding, Kashasha."
"Sir, I-"
"If it's an excuse, there's no need to bring it out. Kashasha, turn on the front camera of your phone. We need to talk in person."
Okay... The gray-haired young man sighed in his heart. He first connected the Bluetooth headset to the communication, then fixed the mobile phone on the wall opposite the corridor and sat down cross-legged.
After smoothing his messy gray hair with his hands, Kawakami didn't forget to show an innocent smile to the camera.
It has to be said that even if the evidence was forged, the camera that turned on made the gray-haired young man feel a little guilty.
"Don't worry, it's just a chat, don't be nervous."
Kawakamiji nodded.
"First of all, make sure that you have done a pretty good job during the half month since you came to country A, Kashasha."
The gentleman said,
"Especially considering that apart from the review left by the last Kashasha, you actually have no experience in carrying out long-term missions."
"Maybe it's because ability is more important than experience." Kawakami said dryly.
He naturally understood what the gentleman meant when he mentioned the last kashasha, which made the gray-haired young man want to eat lemon candies.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he secretly popped one into his mouth.
Therefore, the gentleman's attention involuntarily shifted to the lemon candy:
"Still eating...Have you had your root canal treatment reviewed?"
"But the previous ones have been completed, so there should be no need for re-examination." Kashaxia defended in a low voice.
"It's better to go to the medical department of the organization. Go within this week. I hope you don't need me to make an appointment for you." The gentleman put on the air of a guardian, "——Wait, did the topic go astray?"
This is actually a negotiation technique that relieves a tense atmosphere by diverting attention.
"Earlier you were talking about my recent performance." The gray-haired young man reminded.
"Indeed, your ability to adapt has always been superior, and sometimes you are even too comfortable..."
The gentleman sighed quietly,
"Subjectively, I believe you, but there are always some special circumstances... So do you have anything to explain, Kashasha? About why you were able to find such detailed information in such a short period of time, and why you are so sure that there is The mastermind?"
Tsk, so it’s bad to work for a suspicious boss. If you don’t pay attention, you will become a different person inside and out.
If the work is not done well, he will suspect that you are fishing for money; if the work is done well, he will doubt your information channels; if the work is not done well, he will suspect that you are taking the opportunity to cause trouble...
All in all, that gentleman did not believe that he worked diligently and wholeheartedly for the organization.
Kawakamiji rolled his eyes in his mind and selectively ignored the fact that he had a long criminal record.
On the surface, the gray-haired young man looked solemn and hesitant.
"As for why I was able to find such detailed information, sir, this is my ability, and it should be like this; as for why I confirmed that there is a mastermind behind the scenes..."
Kashasha paused.
"I want to ask a question first: Was Kashasha before me really loyal to the organization?"
There was silence for a moment.
"Of course you will be loyal to me." The gentleman said calmly.
The gray-haired young man raised his eyebrows and was noncommittal about the answer, but he seemed a little more confident:
"That's it...Sir, in fact, I received a contact from someone suspected to be behind the scenes, but I didn't successfully track it back."
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As early as the training stage, Kawakamiji and the gentleman had reached a subtle consensus, that is, the bad things the previous Kashasha did had nothing to do with this Kashasha.
Therefore, the bad things that Kawakamiji did had nothing to do with his memory-cleansed Kashasha.
Therefore, after Kawakami revealed that he had received contact from the mastermind behind the scenes. Not only did the gentleman not cause trouble for him, but he also praised Kashasha for "meritorious reporting", and then he probably went to find someone to investigate the information provided by Kashasha.
But the organization is destined to fail to find it.
Because the person who forged information was the Mad Hatter who could directly reduce the dimensionality and crush the world's technology.
The benefit of amnesia does not need to be used in vain, Kawakami sells himself without any pressure. In fact, the idea of being able to deceive people at both ends and profit from it made him quite excited, and all kinds of trouble-making ideas popped up in his mind one after another.
But these ideas certainly cannot be implemented now.
After wandering around the streets doing nothing, Kawakami decided to inspect the work in Scotland.
After all, this guy from Scotland is still from an official power. Even if he is not involved with the mainland of country A and is disconnected, Kawakami is not at ease if the integration of the third branch is given to him.
"Okay Scotland, you can go and rest, and leave the rest to me." The gray-haired young man said cheerfully, "Belmode is still waiting for you."
After hearing the sound, Scotland, who was working behind the scenes, raised his head and looked at Kawakami, who was leaning on the door frame.
His hand holding the report tightened and he wrinkled the paper.
"Okay," Scotland said.
The organizational structure of the Third Branch, its sphere of influence, and even the basic information of the resident code members... During these few hours of processing, Scotland's brain has been in a state of overload, and he is trying to record as much of this precious information as possible .
It’s unclear what Kawakami’s purpose was in giving him access to this information, but Scotland wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
Scotland stood up from his desk. The gray-haired young man walked briskly to his side. He suddenly stretched out his finger and touched the latter's forehead.
First there was the cold body temperature of Kashasha, and then there was a stinging pain. Scotland resisted the instinct to fight back and turned his head to avoid it.
"Are you injured? It should be scratched by shrapnel? It's best to go to the infirmary for treatment." The gray-haired young man said, "Although there may be chaos there."
"Um."
Scotland nodded and walked away from Kawakami.
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[Tsk, I have to say that country A is very backward in some strange places... The mission report actually requires a paper version, so I have to wait for Scotland to finish writing it before coming to pick the fruit. 】
Kawakami sat on his office chair and spun around a few times, complaining to the Mad Hatter in his mind that he could speak the word "fruit picking" with confidence.
[But the handwriting is not yours. 】
[Ah, the report written by Scotland is just for the process, and I have to write an extra one for that gentleman... Tsk, by the way, I have already thought of several wonderful O. Henry-style endings. After observing the previous life records of Kashasha, the awakening body mission report should be normal for Kashasha. 】
After reading the report written by Scotland several times and confirming that the logic was normal and the wording was rigorous, and that it would not dig a hole for Gin and the others, Kawakami decided to archive the report directly.
After eating a lemon candy, the gray-haired young man looked up at the ceiling and narrowed his eyes.
[I don’t know if Scotland noticed what I was hinting at, I hope he can give me a surprise...]
