Chapter 18: One cannot always recall the past
"Aju——!" I sneezed and sniffed with a depressed look on my face.
Damn it, I've dressed enough and warmly today, so I definitely won't catch a cold... Does that mean someone is talking about me?
Ah, probably Belmode and Bourbon.
It's not like I didn't notice Bourbon's vaguely appraising gaze when I was there, but I didn't care much about it.
Because of my own talent, most of the organization's intelligence has gone through my brain, and I am in charge of the technical department. I am also a gossip, so of course I know all about the rumors in the organization. If Bourbon has any guesses about my identity, it is normal for him to be curious about me.
For the sake of the other person's beautiful hair color, I reluctantly forgave this rudeness.
Actually, it’s nothing, I just prefer lighter hair colors. Firstly, it’s because I have pure black hair, so I want more things that I don’t have; secondly… I think it’s also influenced by Gin Boss.
The gin boss has beautiful silver hair, and he takes good care of it.
Honestly, I think he spends as much time taking care of his hair as he does taking care of his guns.
The only two times he's had his hair cut since I've known him were because of me.
One time was because he didn’t give me a good meal when he was just taking care of me as a child, which caused me to faint from hunger and chew his hair while I was half asleep. He disliked his hair being stained with my saliva and cut it off;
Another time when I grew up, I accidentally pranked the wrong person and put chewing gum in their hair... To be honest, that time, I was really scared and even thought I might die, but in the end I still couldn't When it happened, he even cut my hair and sent me to the United States to study.
I was thinking about this while going to school, and came to the shocking conclusion that no matter what I did, the other party would forgive me with a shameless face. However, because I couldn’t figure out why, I was always worried about when this privilege would disappear, and I was very distressed. Then I started An experimental life of trial and error again and again, trying to find out the truth. Of course, later on, because I discovered that the other person was too tolerant, I became bolder and more unscrupulous and arrogant. That was another story.
Of course, no one else in the organization knows what happened. The first time, Gin boss himself was still a newcomer who had just gotten his code name, and no one paid attention to him. The second time, everyone only knew that the other person cut his hair because of me, but they didn’t know the reason, which led to rumors. It became very crooked for a while.
And the reason why everyone knows about this is because it was me who spread the news.
That's right, half of the rumors in the organization about my relationship with Gin's boss were spread by me quietly... Of course, what happens next is beyond my control.
It's just that these rumors occasionally reach the ears of the Gin boss, but he has never refuted it...
"Well...if there is still no other conclusion in another year, I will really seal the conclusion that I am true love." I murmured to myself, and my eyes became firm in an instant - even if it wasn't me. Make it a yes!
My bad character is all caused by the Gin boss himself, so he will naturally have to suffer it himself!
But before that, I still have some business to do.
I took out my spare phone, dialed a number, coughed twice and cleared my throat. When the call was connected, it had turned into another voice: "Hello? Long time no see, Sayuri-senpai. It's me, Nana Masayama..." "
A surprised voice came from the other end of the phone: [Nana! haven't seen you for a long time! Have you returned to your country? 】
"Yes, because American universities allow you to graduate with credits in advance, and I am a genius." I said calmly in a voice without too many fluctuations, "Senior Sayuri, are you graduating this year too? I can go and visit. You?"
The other party happily agreed.
After agreeing on a time and place with the other party, I hung up the phone.
The name of the person I just called is Sayuri Matsumoto. She is a friend I made accidentally when I used the identity of "Nana Masayama". The other person is my senior sister who was two years older than me when I was a JK at Teidan High School—— And the reason why I need to contact her to complete the task entrusted by Belmod is because of her father, Matsumoto Kiyonaga.
Sayuri Matsumoto's father is the manager of the Investigation Section 1 of the Criminal Division of the Metropolitan Police Department. This time, Belmode needs information from the Metropolitan Police Department. I just need to help confirm some information that has not been made public by the Metropolitan Police Department - for example, the transfer of Matsumoto Kiyonaga.
"So concerned about this...could it be that the organization wants to recruit people to the Metropolitan Police Department?" I wondered for a moment, then put the matter behind me, "Forget it, other things are issues that Belmod should worry about! "
I didn’t hide this matter from Boss Gin, I mentioned it when we met.
The boss of Gin just frowned when he heard this and didn't say anything more. He just gave the usual instructions: "Your identity is apparently Pisk's adopted daughter? Don't let this matter show you off."
"No, I can still handle this matter easily." I made an OK gesture and vowed, "And I will also be wary of Pisk."
I still understand the implication of Gin's boss - he has always looked down upon Pisk, thinking that he is old, slow, ineffective and a waste of organizational resources.
Vodka seemed particularly restless today. He was sneaking around but hesitated to speak. He finally found an opportunity to pull me over and asked me quietly. His words were full of hints: "Cocoa wine, Chianti said that there are new people in the organization recently." A sniper who looks a bit like your big brother is the person you hired to replace him, do you have any clues?"
"Huh? What? I don't understand what you are saying at all!" I said in a confident tone, and decided to go back and find trouble in Chianti.
Vodka clearly showed distrust of me, and his expression even turned a little worried, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions - the Gin boss was already here.
Vodka's expression at this time looked like he accidentally discovered that his best friend's boyfriend was having sex outside, but he knew that after he said it, the other party would not break up and they would reconcile in the end, but he also cared about his best friend, so he hesitated whether he wanted to or not. It's a painful injustice to say.
I felt a little guilty when I saw it, and I raised my hand and patted the other person's shoulder, and gave him a thumbs-up gesture with a solemn expression, telling him not to worry.
It's just that the vodka doesn't seem to resonate with me. Instead, his expression becomes frightened.
But the Gin boss has already come over. I definitely won’t waste my time playing guessing games with him here. I immediately left everyone behind and ran to the Gin boss. I even conveniently stuffed my cold hands into his coat pocket. Squeeze into his palm for warmth.
This kind of behavior would be disgusted by him at the beginning, but after my perseverance and persistence in carrying it out, the other person has long been desensitized, and now he will do it regardless of me.
Although I recalled it carefully, I felt that after I grew older, the other party would no longer show disgust when I asked for various forms of stickers... Well, in fact, to a certain extent, Gin Boss is quite easy to understand. of.
"Boss Gin, you don't have any other tasks today, right? I'm going to buy the latest spring clothes this season, so you go with me." I said in a protracted and coquettish tone.
The silver-haired young man looked indifferent: "Go by yourself."
Naturally, I would not back down because of this sentence, but retorted to him in a confident tone: "But you are the one who spends the most time watching me wear new clothes, so naturally I have to choose them for me!"
The gin boss stared at me expressionlessly for a moment. He must have been convinced by me and finally compromised: "Get in the car."
I immediately became happy, turned to Vodka and said with concern: "Vodka, why don't you take a taxi home!"
Vodka: "..."
Although there is an unwritten rule in our organization that everyone wears black, after all, it is not really a uniform work uniform, it is just inconspicuous. The colors of clothes in my wardrobe are very mixed.
Of course the main colors are red, black and white. Black is the preference of the gin boss, red is the preference of Shirley, who often goes shopping with me to buy clothes, and white is the preference of the other two colors that I think are too much. Let’s add some classic ones.
Mr. Gin doesn’t like to go shopping with others, but when I ask him to give me advice on my clothes and accessories, he will agree most likely.
After all, I was really right - he was watching most of the time!
But...
An hour later I went to check out, looking a little depressed.
I ended up with two more little black dresses.
Oh, forget it, I just can’t think of letting Mr. Gin pick out my clothes. His taste is really as fixed as his own travel suit. I own classic little black dresses from various famous brands, and even vintage ones.
But anyway, it was the gin boss’s money, so I just bought it.
Even next time I decided to ask Shirley to go shopping together.
I threw my clothes in the back seat, sat in the passenger seat, and took out my cell phone to send an email to Shirley about the next time I would go shopping. The new email arrived just at this time.
【Is there anything you need my help with?
——Bourbon]
……Um?
I looked at the signature at the end of this email, and a hint of surprise flashed across my face - ugh...
"Who sent the message?"
"Huh?" I glanced at the email address and wrote it down, deleted the email, put away my phone, and smiled brightly at the person in the driver's seat, "It's Belmode!"
