"Remember? Seamo, this time the target is this girl. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Takasaka's dead sister pointed to a photo and chattered in front of Seamo.

The photo shows a young girl from an Oriental.

About twelve years old, next to a woman, who was probably a mother, smiled shyly. He has a fair complexion and good facial features, and is a very cute child.

Seamus rubbed his eyebrows, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

What were you doing the other moment?

It seems that I have a conflict with someone in the classroom? As a result, the dead sister came out to be a peacemaker, and then dragged herself here, allowing herself to concentrate on the task of the organization, and not to make extraneous branches or anything.

Well, Mr. Seamus remembered, but the sense of disobedience in his memory could not be eradicated.

"What do I want to forget? Who? Mr. Seamus, who was distracted, whispered.

This was his own talk, but he didn't expect the dead sister on the side not only heard it, but also replied to Mr. Seamus: "Ah, yes, you did forget." You forgot to go to yesterday's assignment meeting! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Kyosuke Takasaka raised one arm high and held a thick stack of materials in his hand, as if he was going to punch Mr. Seamus in the head, so as to teach this organized and undisciplined fellow a lesson.

However, how could Mr. Seamus let the dead sister get her wish?

His hand quickly grabbed Kyosuke Takasaka's wrist, making it impossible for the dead girl's attack to continue.

"I don't remember my communications record having a notice of yesterday's meeting." Mr. Seamus, who came back to his senses, stared at Takasaka coldly.

"Huh? Is that so? It may be that I forgot to inform you~" Takasaka's dead sister was not embarrassed at all and lied.

Mr. Seamus could clearly conclude that the bastard hadn't even thought to inform himself. As for the reason, he still needs a reason for someone to find trouble for himself?

Seamus's hand secretly strengthened.

"Hey! Feed! Let go! Let go! Sure enough, the dead sister couldn't bear it, and with a cold snort, Mr. Seamus threw the dead sister's hand to the side, and even threw the stack of materials away.

Fortunately, because there is a clamp to fix, there is no heavenly maiden scattered flowers.

"You monster, why do you have so much strength!" Takasaka's dead sister said while holding her red wrist.

Mr. Seamus gave him a disdainful look, then walked to the corner and picked up the materials on the ground.

The top is still the same picture.

"Do you want (TidoriKaname)?" Mr. Seamus didn't care about the gnashing of his teeth and curses from the dead sister next to him, just quietly read his resume.

ID: TY37002

He now lives in Tokyo in the 11th arrondissement, is a mixed-race child, his father is a high-ranking diplomat in Brittany, his mother is Japanese, and he grew up in Britannia. Because of the war, his parents divorced and returned to Japan with his mother, but he died three years ago. She has an eleven-year-old sister who lives in New York with her father.

There is also a lot of detailed information ---- such as height, blood type, medical history, etc.

Seamus stopped his gaze on the note: there was an 88% chance that it might be a "whisperer" (using the imprint statistical method).

At this time, he found that Mr. Seamus didn't care about him, and Takasaka's dead sister on the side was no longer acting, pretending to be pitiful.

When she found that Mr. Seamus had seen it almost, the dead sister asked casually, "How is it?" Any questions? ”

"Yes, a lot."

Takasaka's dead sister opened her mouth as if she hadn't heard Mr. Seamus speak: "Since there is no problem, then let's talk about it。。。。。。 Well? What did you just say? ”

The conscience of heaven and earth, the dead sister really just said casually, he didn't expect Mr. Seamus, a guy who was either halal or Alahu Rabak, to ask any questions.

"Nothing that can be solved with a bomb is not a problem." That's the right way for Mr. Seamus to open it.

"I said I had a lot of questions." Mr. Seamus reluctantly repeated, did he really think that he was a fool who could only be a brainless pig?

Takasaka Meikong looked at Mr. Seamus with a surprised expression, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Are you sure you don't have a fever today?" Even if you show up sick at work, that pervert of Renard won't give you extra subsidies. ”

"Would you like to use your chrysanthemum to take my temperature?" Mr. Seamus is angry! He pulled out two pieces of clay, which were about to plunge into someone's body for an inward blast.

Kyosuke Takasaka hurriedly took two steps back, so that his back was pressed against the wall, before he dared to continue: "I'm just joking with you, do you need this?" There's really no sense of humor。。。。。。 Uh, what questions do you have? ”

Originally, Takasaka's dead sister was going to continue to talk nonsense, such as counting the reasons why Mr. Seamus didn't have a girlfriend or something, but after seeing Mr. Seamus's darkening face, he stopped in time.

Mr. Seamus ignored his actions, and then raised a finger: "First, what about the target of my previous mission?" ”

Mr. Seamus didn't come to this school for any reason in the first place.

The dead sister shrugged her shoulders helplessly, and said: "The probability of No. 001 is only 39%, and the other party is a Brittany, we originally thought that it would not be a problem to enter the class of Brittania with your Westernized name and appearance, and it should not be a problem to blend in with No. 001's side at that time." However, who would have thought that these bureaucrats from the Academic Affairs Office would check your ancestors for three generations, and still throw you into the class of the Japanese? ”

"Wait, didn't you forge my resume in Japan for me?" Mr. Seamus, who was born as an orphan of war in Afghanistan, did not even know where his ancestors were for three generations, and how could Ashford's teachers find out.

So at the beginning, in order to allow Seamus to have a legal identity to enter Area 11, Amalgam forged a series of identification documents for him.

Takasaka's dead sister replied with a smile: "You also know that it is easy to forge a Japanese file, but it is troublesome to forge a Breton file, birth certificate, mother's admission certificate, school history, winter and summer vacation community volunteer labor certificate, etc., you also know the virtue of the group of animals in the technical department, you can take two steps and never take three steps."

So the animal in charge at that time was lazy and gave you a fake descendant of a Brittan expatriate. Unexpectedly, the Bretonian who was used to impersonate your grandfather was of African descent. ”

Suddenly, Mr. Seamus's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and if he had taken a picture of him at this time and showed it to the people in the academic office, no one would have suspected that his birth certificate was a forgery.