Izawa himself felt that he was running away from the desert, refusing the help of a mummy-like vodka who had been bandaged by the doctor to send him home.

Tokyo is not quiet at night, and Izawa walks alone on the way home with a little loneliness on his back.

He was awakened by the words of vodka.

But who would really want to believe that they are a peerless fool.

The sound of a car horn sent Izawa out of the cycle of vodka words in his head.

It's gin.

"Get in the car."

Izawa walked out and habitually wanted to open the back seat of the car.

Gin in the driver's seat stopped him, "Come ahead." ”

The well-behaved Izawa nodded and sat in the co-pilot.

This is the first time Izawa has made a car driven by Gin himself. If it had been before, he might have pretended to be a little fan brother and had a beautiful rainbow fart at Gin's driving skills.

But now, a little wayward, he didn't want to talk at all.

Moreover, after all this time, he had long since discovered that Gin had a fan-like indulgence towards him.

He's very good at climbing up the pole, but he's already found out.

·

It was quiet in the car.

Soon, they arrived at their destination - the Izawa family.

Gin didn't speak again, just motioned with his eyes for Izawa to get out of the car, and after Izawa got out of the car, he drove away.

It was as if he was just passing by to take Izawa home.

[！ ]

[Wait a minute, the person who sent me back is the Jean Bar!] ]

[？！！！ ]

Izawa looked at the Porsche 356A, which had become a small dot in the distance, with a complicated expression.

[Is Gin a person?] ]

[This kind of thing, no matter how you look at it, can't it be done by gin!! ]

·

The stars in the sky were still bright, and they were not obscured by the dark clouds.

Rin Izawa was standing on the balcony thinking.

Let him re-examine it.

[I, my name is Natsuki Matsuura, 25 years old, male, no bad habits, average drinking, no smoking, overall, a good person.] ]

[At work, he is an active public security undercover agent, has a wealth of undercover experience, and is now going undercover in the black-clothed organization under the pseudonym Rin Izawa.] ]

[I have no problem with my IQ and EQ in successfully undercover for several organizations.] ]

[So, why does vodka think I'm a fool?] ]

Izawa didn't move, his hand resting on his chin and thinking carefully.

[Do I really trust vodka?] ]

[··· Huh! I really kind of trust him! It's not just him, I seem to ······]

[Wait a minute, when did I trust people so much, something wasn't right.] I trust Mr. Amuro because he's my boss, etc.! Why do I naturally treat Mr. Amuro like a boss? ]

Izawa began to think carefully about the transformation, and was surprised to find that these changes in him were the cauldron of memories he had awakened after being beaten by Gin that day.

Before that, although he occasionally joked with Kazami, because Kazami was his respected senior and boss, he was not too serious, and now he even dared to generously throw all his reports to Kazami-kun.

Is it because you know the plot and understand the impact of the foreknowledge that everyone is experiencing?

"What are you doing on the balcony? Cosplay?”

Amuro's voice came from downstairs.

·

"What's wrong? Look at your expression is not quite right. Amuro handed Rin Izawa, who was sitting on the sofa with a serious face, a glass of hot milk.

Izawa took it, but after taking it, he paused, "Mr. Amuro doesn't think I'm a little too ······."

"Do you mean your trust in me or your relaxation in front of me?" Amuro finished Izawa's unfinished words as if he had a face-reading technique, "Actually, before I contacted you, Kazami talked to me about you, but getting along with you is completely different from what he said. ”

"Huh! Has it changed so much? ”

"Yes, it's fashionable to say that your previous personality was the second male in the hot-blooded comics, and now it's more like the male number one." Amuro touched Izawa's head and reassured, "Actually, it's normal, if my former acquaintances saw me, they would be surprised at how much I have changed." ”

"I'm a very short-tempered person before, not gentle at all."

Amuro's soft gaze and his gentle hand soothed Izawa.

·

Twenty minutes later, Amuro asked, somewhat confused, "But are you just autistic about what happened?" ”

[Of course not, I just suddenly noticed something that I had overlooked.] ]

Although he thought so in his head, Ize just nodded as he took one in one hand and munched on chicken legs.

"Well, it's weird, but Vodka called me out of the blue, saying that you were hit by Gin's skills and said that you were autistic."

Ize, who was holding a chicken leg in his hand, was directly stunned: "? ”

[Good you vodka!] What do you say about me behind your back? You're the ghost of Gin over there, too! ]