Chapter 11: Where is your bottom line?
I did panic a bit.
Because I know very well that if someone else performed similar eavesdropping behavior, the other party would be cold by now or on the way to be cold.
Although past experience tells me that this time it will probably be more thunderous and less rainy... but it is still unknown.
After all, I still haven’t come to a conclusion as to why the Gin boss is so tolerant of me. Not even a reasonable guess.
Oh, except true love.
Even if this is the answer, then he is really weird...does he really like the feeling that makes his blood pressure high? Is there a thin line between shaking S and shaking M?
Because this part of my thinking was divergent, it relieved a lot of my original tension.
As the saying goes, the scariest thing is one's own imagination, and there is no benefit in speculating too much about things that have not happened yet. I simply put the matter aside and started discussing the progress of her experiment with Miyano Shiho. Then the topic strayed to the experiments they were doing.
Although I don't like drug research, I have done a lot of experiments in the biology department.
I held a petri dish with a colony of Bacillus subtilis and showed a thoughtful expression: "Shirley, do you think that if I hold this as a gift and invite people to look at snowflakes, will they be moved?"
Bacillus subtilis colonies visually resemble spreading snowflakes.
I personally think it looks pretty good.
"..." Miyano Shiho rolled his eyes and said in a calm tone, "If the other person is studying biology, there is a certain probability that he may find it romantic. But if it is the person you want to give it to, I think you should take a petri dish. The likelihood of hitting you on the head is higher."
"Boss Gin will not..." I was about to say that he would not hit me, but after thinking for a while, I decided to be more rigorous and changed my words, "Boss Gin has never hit me with anything!"
Then, I got a speechless look from the other party, "You don't have to be proud, then."
I feel like I got too close to Miyano Shiho and became too familiar with her, and I feel like the frequency of her taunting me has increased.
Miyano Shiho came over and took away the petri dish in my hand and put it away: "I don't understand your relationship anyway. Do you like gin?"
"Hmm...it's hard to evaluate." When I mentioned this question, I looked a bit complicated, and I honestly concluded, "My feelings for him are a combination of dependence, doubt, and subtle desire for exclusivity. I can't just attribute it to liking. .”
Dependence due to unconditional protection;
Doubts arising from not understanding why they are being protected unconditionally;
The desire for exclusivity derived from the insecurity caused by this dependence and doubt.
Miyano Shiho's eyes were subtle: "Is this what you get from studying psychology?"
Me: "No, this is the conclusion we came to when we went to see a psychic for divination with my neighbor in the United States. As the saying goes, the end of science is theology."
Miyano Shiho: "..."
The other person seemed to have given up on the topic completely and stopped talking. Instead, he opened the drawer at hand, took out a box and threw it towards me.
I caught it with one hand, opened the box, and my eyes lit up - it was the KGB badge! Still one that I don’t have in my collection!
"Didn't you collect these before? I accidentally saw them when I was browsing the second-hand auction website, so I took a photo and gave it to you." After Miyano Shiho finished speaking, he showed a somewhat puzzling expression, "Speaking of which...why did you So what do you like about the KGB?”
I closed the box, put the badge into my coat pocket, and asked with a serious face: "Shirley, do you know what kind of organization is the best?"
"You don't want to say it's like the KGB, do you?" Miyano Shiho half-opened his eyes, "Not to mention the mixed reputation of this organization, it has been more than ten years since the Soviet Union collapsed."
"That's right, it's because the Soviet Union no longer exists, that's why the KGB camp has become the best organization!" I said confidently, clenching a fist with one hand, eyes flashing, and impassioned, "No restraints, no orders, simply just The afterglow of ideals is left burning alone - can you find a better organization than this!"
Miyano Shiho doesn't think so.
She also thought that I was exhibiting some of the second-rate symptoms of my age, so she kicked me out of her laboratory and went to work on her own.
I sighed at the other party's incomprehension, put on my headphones, buttoned my coat, and entered the password to open the door.
Hmm... I feel like the security here is not enough. Let's upgrade it later and add iris lock and fingerprint lock. The funds will be deducted from this research institute.
When I walked out of the institute, I saw the familiar black Porsche parked there.
I walked over with slow steps. When I got closer, the driver's seat window moved down, and those emotionless dark green eyes looked over: "Get in the car."
...It turned out to be quite rare that the gin boss drove the car himself! ——My eyes suddenly became sharp.
Could it be that he finally couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to throw my body away...
This idea popped up for a while and then I gave it up - no, I'm so useful! And he didn't seem particularly angry...
With some hesitation, I got into the passenger seat and took the initiative, showing a bit of worry appropriately: "Is the vodka okay?"
Could it be that he was executed because he failed to withstand my little test? Isn't it?
The silver-haired young man in the driver's seat had a cigarette in his mouth. He took out a lighter and lit it with one hand. He glanced over and said, "I'll be finer than you."
"What?" I showed an expression of disbelief, feeling a little dissatisfied, "Why? I discovered the opponent's defense loopholes based on my strength!"
This is not fair! I want to appeal!
"Natsume Natsuki, as I said, if your little actions hinder the mission, I will kill you."
...I'm not in the way either! I am muting the whole process just to listen to the sound!
Normally, I would choose to refute what I just said, but from the two sentences just now, I have noticed that the Gin boss does not want to really attack me. Because if he can take action, he will never do it.
I felt relieved all of a sudden, and my anti-bone reaction came into play.
I glanced at him, leaned my head back, and said calmly, "Then kill him."
The boss of Gin glanced at me, probably because he had seen too much of my state. He did not show an angry expression, but said coldly: "Aside from being a gangster, what else can I do?"
...This is slander.
Although I am not a model worker like the gin boss, I still have a lot of work to do. Especially since Belmode's stronghold is in the United States, I have to help the intelligence team and others on missions here when they need to disguise themselves. I have to record and verify the authenticity of the intelligence obtained. I am also responsible for organizing the personnel transfer and equipment upgrade of the research institute. Look, I still have to put in the effort to write the funding report... I have done quite a lot of work! And there are many types! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to ignore me every time I reported a few percent more funding! Our organization is not a charity!
But I won't answer normally like usual. After all we are in a cold war!
So, I just replied in a sinister tone: "I can still cause trouble for others!"
This time, the Gin boss ignored me and withdrew his gaze: "Since you like eavesdropping so much, let's go see what's wrong with the recent newcomers."
……Appeared! Give me a task! And it’s the type of task I hate the most!
I was just about to excuse it by saying there was something going on at the research institute, when I heard the other party add in a somewhat mocking tone: "I'll give you a little more time, and I'll find it in a month."
I was stunned for a moment before I realized what the other person was saying.
For a moment, my mood and expression became very complicated - what on earth do you want me to do? Find someone who can replace you in the organization, or find someone who can replace you for me to play with... ah, no, someone who can protect me!
The former is impossible no matter how you think about it, but the latter... this is too strange!
I originally planned to rule out the option of true love, but now I can't help but be shaken... No, where is your bottom line! I really can’t figure it out! Gin boss, do you really have a special hobby in that area? ! Just say it if you really have it! It’s not like I can’t cooperate!
Another trial is over.
I still haven't found the bottom line of Gin boss's tolerance for me, but I feel like I've discovered some great possibility.
After a long moment of silence, I couldn't help it anymore.
After eliminating all possibilities, all that remains is...
"Actually, I have a guess as to why Mr. Gin is so tolerant of me." I lowered my voice, paused, made up my mind, frowned, and added the second half of the sentence, "At the same time, it's also my pressure. The secrets at the bottom of the box are ready to be taken to the grave.”
The car braked suddenly and stopped on the side of the road. Relying on the light from the streetlight in front, I could barely see the other person's expression that was hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat.
He tilted his head slightly and looked over. He still looked emotionless, but after having been together for many years, I could tell that there was actually a change in the other person's attitude.
The look in his eyes was a bit unfamiliar, with a bit of estimation and judgment, which made me feel a little chilly for no reason.
But before I could delve into the reasons behind this change, the other party nodded slightly and said in a commanding tone: "Tell me about it."
Now that I had decided to give it a try, I deliberately ignored the subtle sense of danger and continued to express my speculation at the same low decibel volume just now.
"My guess is...my parents are actually agents of the KGB. They are not responsible for any external operations. Their only responsibility is to record files and preserve the truth and information and pass them on. After their accidental death, this responsibility fell to me. On my head. Especially after the disintegration of the KGB, this mission is almost the only goal of all the exiled agents. And Azhen, you are their colleague, so you dislike me in every possible way. However, due to this sense of responsibility, you must be absolutely Please protect me! This is why you, Ah Zhen, still tolerate Vodka, who is not very capable and often makes small mistakes - because it is vodka!"
After I finished speaking in one breath, I looked up at him and gave him a firm look, with a bit of anticipation on my face.
Gin boss: "..."
I said weakly: "Don't look at me like you're mentally retarded. I'm very smart. I've taken IQ tests twice at an authoritative institution. You were also present the second time."
The other party didn't say a word, looked away expressionlessly, started the car, and stepped on the accelerator.
I continued to tug at the other person's sleeves and muttered: "Don't act like I don't exist. Even if you act like I don't exist, don't have no reaction at all. Don't act like you've completely given up on me -"
"Let go and shut up."
"oh."
