"Let's go." Bourbon gathered his things and stood up.

"It's almost dawn." He said, looking at the sky.

After dawn, it's time for the home of Valley-Zero.

"I'm back." He threw his things in the trash and pulled out his car keys.

"See you next time." Scotland flattened the empty cans, threw them into the trash, put on his helmet and stepped onto the motorcycle.

"Bye." Bourbon waved his hand, opened the door and got into the car.

"Goodbye, brother Scotland." Aitor said goodbye to the figure riding on the motorcycle.

Scotland didn't reply, but raised his hand and waved it without looking back.

Soon rode away on a motorcycle.

Miyamoto Aito also sat in the passenger seat, and Daifuku sat in the back seat.

Bourbon glanced at the doll bear in the back seat from the rearview mirror and didn't say much.

The doll bear wasn't there before, but when he came out of the convenience store, he was already sitting in the car.

I didn't see anything running behind their car along the way.

Strange things.

But if it has to do with Avi Clear, it's not surprising.

Bourbon quietly drove the car into the parking garage, got out of the car and began to process the traces on the car.

Clean up the marks on the tires and check the car for any items left behind.

The tank was refilled and it was not filled.

When everything was taken care of and the car was the same as last night, Bourbon stopped and wiped his hands with a towel.

"Why are you still here?" He looked at the boy who had been standing next to him.

"But we haven't said goodbye yet...... "Aitor said, pursed his lips.

“…… Well, see you in the evening. Bourbon smiled dumbly and put down his towel.

"Well, I'll see you in the evening." The white-haired boy smiled brightly and nodded vigorously.

After saying goodbye, Aito took Daifuku's hand...... Or rather, bear paws out of the garage.

Bourbon went back to take a shower before lying in bed.

When I opened my eyes again, I woke up to Amuro, or Valley-Zero.

Almost as soon as he opened his eyes, he felt something strange about his body.

Heaviness.

Inexplicably heavy.

It was as heavy as a mountain on my body.

He couldn't help frowning, clenching his fists hard, and the cyan veins on his arms became more and more obvious.

"Yesterday ......" Dip Zero looked at the memory.

He investigated the undercover organization as Bourbon, and after a full day of investigation, he returned home and fell asleep......

There is nothing wrong with the picture in his memory, no matter how you look at it, but he always has the feeling that he is a bystander.

As if it wasn't him who did the thing, but someone else.

But who is he?

Whether it's Bourbon or Toru Amuro, it's obviously him.

And he has memories, too.

Although there are some contradictions.

During this time, he always felt that he had a deeper understanding of Bourbon's identity.

Is it because of the hypnosis he makes of himself every day?

He needed to be more immersed in Bourbon's identity, but he couldn't be overly immersed and forget about himself.

Undercover agents have a high chance of developing mental illness or mental illness, and this is well known.

He even knew very well that he had already shown signs of it.

It is even known when he began to be on the verge of madness.

It was when the undercover agents of the organization had to commit crimes, and it was when he witnessed the death of one person after another who was targeted by the organization before his eyes.

It was also when I watched my friend fall in a pool of blood.

Again and again, it made his soul hovering on the edge of madness.

He is like a man walking on a cliff with only a rope tied to his body, and when the rope breaks, he will fall into the abyss.

He was well aware of the consequences of his multiple hypnosis, but ......

So what? Valley Zero doesn't care.

In order to better achieve the goal and complete the task, whether it is to use others or yourself, you don't care.

So once again he stood in front of the mirror.

The blonde man faces the mirror, his blue eyes staring at himself in the mirror, and begins his daily self-hypnosis.

"I'm a Bourbon ......"

When the self-hypnosis was over a hundred times, the corners of Bourbon's mouth in the mirror outlined a smile.

After washing up and changing his clothes, he slowly went downstairs.

At this time, the heaviness of the body has disappeared, and the relaxed state has returned to the state.

"Good morning." He even greeted everything he saw in a cheerful tone.

For example, the white Shiba Inu, such as the robot that diligently cleans while putting BGM on itself, and the doll bear with heavy steps.

and the last boy I saw was already sitting at the table.

"Good morning, Brother Tho." The boy pinched the toast in his hand and bent his eyes in greeting.

"Early." Amuro also bent his eyes cheerfully.

looked at each other without a trace.

The crown, the previous birthday gift, the other party seems to like it very much, so I wear it all the time.

The clothes are also the style that I usually wear to school, and there is no problem.

The only difference is in the hands of the other party.

The hands wearing black half-finger gloves have turned black nails at the moment, and the hands that are already extremely white look very conspicuous.

Avi Crell got nail polish?

Is this some new hobby?

Why do boys wear nail polish?

Amuro's heart kept popping up with doubts.

Calm adults who never engage in such bells and whistles say they can't understand it.

When dealing with Avi Creel, it is better to ask directly if you have doubts, rather than guessing on your own.

So Toru Amuro asked directly.

"Why did you suddenly wear nail polish?" The blonde man sat down at the table and asked in a curious and natural tone.

"Because an older brother said I'm good for black ......" The white-haired boy answered Toru Amuro's question with a smile as he looked at his black nails.

"A member of the organization?" Amuro asked, raising an eyebrow.

Avi Clear had fallen asleep when he came back last night, so he didn't meet Avi Clear, it seemed that it was the nail polish he had worn yesterday.

Fit the phrase black......

No matter how you experience it, it makes people feel meaningful.

Avi Clear is better suited to white.

"Hmm!" Aitto nodded.

He didn't say who it was, and Amuro didn't ask.

There were too many members in the organization, and most of the members Avi Clear knew were unknown to him, and even if Avi Clear said the other party's code name, Amuro couldn't figure out who it was.

"It's really bad to put nail polish on you as a boy." Amuro said in such a bad tone as to why that guy.

"Can't boys wear nail polish?" The white-haired young man tilted his head, and Bai Yujuan squatted on the special chair next to him and tilted his head.

The movements of one man and one dog are surprisingly consistent.

Even the demeanor is the same ignorance and dazedness.

"When you go to school today, you can observe whether there are male students in the class who wear nail polish, and then you will understand." Amuro spoke patiently.

"What he does might lead to rejection from you." Said worriedly.

"Is that so?" Aito nodded thoughtfully, as if he didn't understand.

It seems that there are no other boys in the school who wear nail polish, but ......

It doesn't matter, because he doesn't play with anyone else.

Stars, they don't care about nail polish.

And if the family is concerned, it doesn't matter if he is a boy or a girl.

It will not affect family relationships.