Chapter 12: Are you not good enough?
I feel despised.
But maybe because the gin boss felt that my guess was not only outrageous but also seemed mentally retarded, which made him particularly look down upon, he even lost his temper and didn't care about my behavior tonight.
Thinking about it carefully, this shouldn't make me angry in the first place! Vodka, which is obviously a victim of fraud, should reflect on it!
After thinking about it this way, I felt confident again.
I couldn't refuse the job assigned to me, so I had to find a way to fool it.
Because of what happened tonight, I seemed very well-behaved. I didn't bother him when I got home. I took the initiative to get into my room and didn't go out.
"Alas, does the most likely option also have to be marked with a cross..." I frowned, with a bitter look on my face, and muttered in a low voice, "It's obviously his own problem, with the appearance of Nordic ancestry, There is also vodka next to me, isn’t this the standard for Maozi! It’s normal for me to misunderstand!”
I opened the combination lock on the bedside table, opened the drawer, and put the badge that Miyano Shiba gave me today. I took out the small notebook in the mezzanine, opened it, and started recording.
"Huh... Judging from today's test, we can completely rule out the possibility that Boss Gin is the KGB." I picked up the pen and wrote at the end, "The 52nd test failed. Conjecture No. 43 has been ruled out."
After I finished writing, I stared at the notebook with a solemn look on my face - Damn it, it couldn't really be about true love, right? But he doesn’t really want to have sex with me...
"But now that the possibility has been ruled out, will what I say today actually make people suspicious..." When I think of the other party's suspicion plus operational efficiency, which can be called a magic weapon to reduce the organization's population by one, I can't help but feel a little worried.
But let’s not mention that the KGB has been gone for more than ten years. When the Soviet Union collapsed, I had just learned to speak not long ago. No matter what, you would not think that I was telling the truth... Well, it should not be a ridiculous own incident!
that is……
"Alas, I am indeed a neutrino destined to be alone forever." I sighed in a somewhat exaggerated aria, closed the book, stuffed it into its original position, closed the drawer, and locked it again.
***
...It's too retarded. ——Gin couldn't help but think so.
It's not that he has no suspicions about Natsume Natsuki, it's just that what the other party said was too outrageous.
After all, not to mention the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the KGB has long since disappeared. Natsume Natsuki’s age is such that no matter what, she can’t join the KGB before she is 2 years old...
Gin naturally also has an investigation into Natsume and his wife. Similar to the Miyano couple, this couple also joined the organization because they were short of money to raise their children. The difference is that the Miyano couple came into contact with people from the organization, but the Natsume couple came in on their own initiative and brought their own projects to attract investment. …
Gin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hello? It's me... Were you friends with the little mentally retarded parents before they were alive?"
[As expected, it’s about the cocoa wine again... Don’t you think that even though you deny it, nearly half of your actions are actually centered on her? 】
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what you know."
[Well... Her parents are genius-level researchers in their field, and they also love their children very much. The purpose of joining the organization is to treat their children's hyperamnesia... Ah, in addition, they hate the FBI very much. It is said to be an ancestral teaching. 】
"...Huh?" Gin frowned subconsciously.
Although he doesn't think it's possible...is it a coincidence? After all, the FBI and the KGB are indeed the bitter rivals of the century in history...
[I also asked this question. It is said that Cocoa Wine’s grandfather was under FBI surveillance for a long time and later suffered a mental breakdown and committed suicide. 】
"Is there a problem with her grandfather's identity?"
[I’m not sure. After all, Cocojiu’s father is an Asian adopted by Cocojiu’s grandmother after her grandfather died. This is said to be group training, but it’s actually her grandmother’s request...] The other person on the phone paused and seemed to understand. What? He let out a chuckle, and his tone became enthusiastic, [What happened? You would actually suspect her? how? Do you suspect there is something wrong with her identity? 】
Gin said nothing, his face expressionless, he closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.
From the current point of view, compared to the cocoa wine's grandfather, who has never even met her father, is a KGB person and passed it down from generation to generation after his death, it seems that the possibility of that little retard getting sick again is higher. high.
For a moment, he really thought that this was a possibility... Tsk, suddenly I felt that mental retardation was contagious, so I should throw this guy a little further away.
When he didn't get an answer, the voice on the other end of the phone was suddenly filled with curiosity: "It's so rare, are you actually hesitating... If there is really a problem with her identity, what would you do?" 】
Gin opened his eyes and replied in an indifferent tone: "It has nothing to do with you."
***
"Ah! Damn it, who is scolding me behind my back?" I sneezed, sniffed, and put down the cup with regret on my face.
Sure enough, using an empty cup to pick up the sound and eavesdropping is not a good idea.
But I can't install a bug in the living room - even I know there are some things I can't do!
I hesitated for a moment, then quietly opened the door and peeked out. The silver-haired young man sitting on the sofa in the living room happened to put away the mobile phone in his hand and looked over.
Now that our eyes met, I simply opened the door, stepped on the new Snoopy slippers I bought today when I went shopping, and walked out. I sat next to him and took the wave I got from playing the claw machine today. The Kirby doll was placed aside and crowded.
Boss Gin glanced at me and didn't say anything. Instead, he reached out and held my doll with one hand and carried it over, inspecting it as if it was a task.
I was stunned for a moment, and when I reacted, I felt very wronged: "What do you mean! Are you doubting me? I said I won't do anything like eavesdropping at home, and I keep my promise!"
After finishing the inspection, the gin boss casually threw the doll into my arms and sneered: "You still promised not to play pranks on vodka again."
"It's really not a prank, it's just a little joke to show goodwill." I caught the doll and held it in my arms, retorting sternly, "If it's a prank, you should look at the Chianti side!"
The other party did not get angry with me about the Chianti issue, but simply said: "I told you that Chianti is still useful, so don't cause trouble."
"Don't worry, I'm sensible." I lowered my head and glanced at the Togepi doll in my hand, and suddenly remembered something from my childhood.
At that time, I had already discovered that the fierce-looking guardian assigned to me by the organization was actually not harmful to me. Being well versed in the philosophy of survival, I began to gradually experiment and insist on being caught by others.
Although the gin boss who was forced to take care of me when he was just an adult at that time was very impatient and looked like he not only wanted to find a place to throw me away but also wanted to beat me, but for some reason, he finally endured it and kept it dark. A random face was caught for me in front of the claw machine.
His technique was pretty good, and he caught it in one go, which made me wonder if he was secretly playing it himself.
[But I don’t want sharks, I want that killer whale doll! 】
[Shut up, you annoying brat. Play with whatever you get. 】
[You say that because you simply can’t do it, and you use your bad temper to cover it up? 】
[...You'd better pray that you can always be so lucky. 】
In fact, although Boss Gin doesn't have a good temper, the provoking method doesn't work very well for him. Because he seems to be easily irritable, but in fact he is always calm and even cold when thinking about problems. He is essentially a very rational person.
But... suddenly thinking about this old incident, there is one point that is actually quite difficult to explain - why did the Gin boss tolerate me at that time because I was "lucky"?
I used to think it was because the BOSS valued me and ordered me to do this, but now that I think about it carefully, it doesn't make sense. After all, in that case, I should pray that I will always be "useful".
"Luck" is such an ethereal and mysterious thing...what does it refer to?
I had a gut feeling that the word might hold the answer I'd been looking for, but what exactly...
I turned to look at him. Boss Gin lowered his eyes at first and didn't know what he was thinking. He noticed my gaze, glanced at him, and asked lightly: "Huh?"
I put the doll I was holding on the other side, straightened up, half-knelt on the sofa with my knees against his legs, leaned over, and put my arms around his neck.
He had no reaction, and his dark green eyes were calm. It seems that he is used to my similar behavior.
Generally speaking, the provoking method will not work...but is it the same in this regard?
I hesitated for a moment, but decided to give it a try. I held my arms tighter and asked in a very sincere tone: "Azhen, are you not good at it?"
Not only was the other person not angry, but he looked over. After looking at me with an appraising look, he chuckled lightly, curled up his lips, and suddenly put his arms around my waist and pulled me hard in his direction.
I lost my balance and fell on the person, and my original position of hugging the person changed to one hand holding his shoulders and the other hand pressing on his chest to maintain my balance.
Scared, scared me...
Before I could react or think more about it, the other person lowered his head and came closer. His hanging hair rubbed my cheek, which made me feel a little itchy.
"It's because your methods are so bad that it makes people uninterested."
A deliberately lowered voice sounded in my ears, with a casual tone and a bit of ridicule in a bad attitude.
Then, the other person patted me down a little, pushed me away and stood up, completely ignoring me and going back to my room.
I was silent, sitting on the sofa with a straight face. When he heard the door closing, he suddenly turned his head and took a deep look at the direction of the other person's room.
How should I put it, I decided to hate him from today on.
I couldn't help but pursed my lips, stretched out my hand to cover my buttocks that had just been spanked, clenched a fist with one hand with an aggrieved look on my face, and vowed to find my place again in the future - you'd better remember what you said today! Don’t slap yourself in the face in the future!
