Chapter 12: Are You Not Bad?

I felt despised for myself.

But maybe because the gin boss thought that my guess was not only outrageous but also mentally retarded, which made him look down on him very much, and he even got angry and didn't care about my behavior tonight.

If you think about it, this shouldn't have angered me! It's obvious that the vodka that has been tricked should reflect on it!

With such a calculation, I feel justified again.

It's just that the work assigned to me can't be pushed off, so I can only find a way to fool around.

Because of tonight's incident, I also seemed very well-behaved, and I didn't harass the other party after I got home, and I took the initiative to get into my room and didn't go out.

"Well, the most likely option is also going to be crossed...... I frowned, and muttered quietly, "It's obviously his own problem, with the appearance characteristics of Nordic blood, and vodka is inseparable by his side, 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, put in the badge that Shishi Miyano had given me today, and pulled out the small notebook in the mezzanine, opened it, and began to record.

"Whew...... Judging from today's temptation, the possibility that the gin boss is the KGB can be completely ruled out. I picked up the pen and wrote at the end, "52nd test, failed." Conjecture number 43 ruled out the possibility. ”

After I finished writing, I stared at my notebook and my expression became solemn - it's over, it can't really be true love, right? But he doesn't think much of me......

"But since the possibility has been ruled out, will it make people suspicious when I say this today......" Thinking of the other party's suspicion and hands-on efficiency, which can be called an artifact of the organization's population minus, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

But not to mention that the KGB has been gone for more than ten years, and I have only learned to speak for a long time when the Soviet Union collapsed, so I don't think I'm telling the truth...... Well, there shouldn't be a ridiculous oolong incident!

It is......

"Alas, I am indeed a neutrino destined to be lonely forever." I sighed in an exaggerated aria, closed the notebook, tucked it into its place, closed the drawer, and relocked it.

***

…… It's too retarded. - Gin couldn't help but think so.

It's not that he doesn't have any suspicions about Natsume Natsuki at all, it's just that what the other party said is too outrageous.

After all, let's not mention the collapse of the Soviet Union, the KGB is long gone, and Natsume Natsuki's age is there, so he can't enter the KGB before the age of 2......

Gin naturally has a survey for the Natsume couple. Similar to the Miyano couple, the couple also joined the organization because of lack of money to raise their children, and the difference is that the Miyano couple contacted the organization, but the Natsume couple took the initiative to come in and brought their own projects to attract investment......

Gin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hey? It's me...... You and that little mentally retarded parent were friends when they were alive, right? ”

[Sure enough, it's for the sake of cocoa again...... Don't you think that although you deny it, in fact, nearly half of your actions are centered on her? 】

"Don't talk nonsense, say what you know."

[Hmm...... Her parents are genius researchers in their field, and they also love their children very much, and the purpose of joining the organization is to treat their children's hyperamnesia...... Ah, and besides that, they hate the FBI. It is said to be the ancestral teaching. 】

“…… Well? Gin frowned subconsciously.

Although he didn't think it was possible...... Is it a coincidence? After all, the FBI and the KGB are indeed the sworn enemies of the century in history......

[I also asked this question, supposedly because Cocoa's grandfather had been under FBI surveillance for a long time, and later committed suicide after a nervous breakdown.] 】

"Is there a problem with her grandfather's identity?"

[I don't know, after all, Cocoa's father is an Asian who was adopted by Cocoa's grandmother after the death of that grandfather, and this is actually a group training is actually her grandmother's request......] The other end of the phone paused, seemed to understand something, let out a chuckle, and his tone became interested, [What happened? How could you suspect her? How? Do you suspect that there is something wrong with her identity? 】

Gin didn't say a word, his face was expressionless, he closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.

At present, compared to the cocoa wine, whose grandfather was a KGB man who had never even seen her father, and who still passed it down from generation to generation after death, no matter how you look at it, it is more likely that the little mentally handicapped is sick again.

For a moment, he really thought it was possible...... Tsk, I suddenly feel that the mentally handicapped will be contagious, so let's throw this guy a little farther away.

didn't get an answer from him, and the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly mixed with a bit of curiosity: [It's really rare, are you actually hesitating...... What would you do if she really had a problem with her identity? 】

Gin opened his eyes and replied in an indifferent tone, "It has nothing to do with you. ”

***

"Tweet——! Damn, is anyone secretly scolding me behind my back? I sneezed, sniffed, and put down my glass with a look of regret.

Sure enough, eavesdropping on the radio from an empty cup is not a good idea.

But I can't put a bug in my living room – even I know there are some things I can't do!

I hesitated, quietly opened the door to reveal a slit and looked out, and 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 I have met my gaze, I simply pushed open the door, stepped on the Snoopy slippers I bought when I went shopping today, walked out, sat next to him, and put the Pokeby doll I drew from playing with the crane machine today and squeezed it to the side.

Gin Boss glanced at me, didn't speak, but reached out and grabbed my doll with one hand and carried it over, checking it as if it were a task.

I was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, I felt wronged: "What does this mean!" Are you suspicious of me! I said I wouldn't do anything like eavesdropping at home, but I'm very promised! ”

After checking it, the gin boss casually threw the doll in his hand into my arms and sneered: "You promised last time that you wouldn't play pranks on vodka again." ”

"It's not a prank, it's a little joke." I grabbed the doll and held it in my arms, and retorted sternly, "If it's a prank, it should be Chianti's side!" ”

The other party didn't get angry with me about Chianti's problem, but said lightly: "I said that Chianti is still useful, don't cause trouble." ”

"Don't worry, I'm measured." I looked down at the Pokeby doll in my hand, and suddenly remembered an incident from my childhood.

At that time, I had already discovered that the fierce-looking guardian assigned to me by the organization was actually not lethal to me, and I had begun to gradually test the philosophy of survival, and I had to ask someone to catch a doll for me to play with.

At that time, I was just an adult and was forced to take my gin boss, although he was very impatient, and it looked like he wanted to not only find a place to throw me but also want to beat me, but I don't know why, but in the end, I put up with it, and grabbed one casually in front of the crane machine with a black face.

His skills are good, and he caught it in one go, which makes me wonder if he is secretly playing privately.

[But people don't want sharks, they want that killer whale doll!] 】

[Shut up, annoying imp.] Play whatever you get. 】

[You say this, is it because you can't do it at all, and then cover up with a bad temper? 】

【…… You better pray that you will always be so lucky. 】

In fact, although the gin boss is not in a good temper, the agitation method is not very effective for him. Because he seems to be easily irritable, but in fact he thinks about problems calmly and even to the point of being cold, and is essentially a very rational person.

But...... Suddenly remembering this old incident, there is one point that is actually quite difficult to explain - why did Gin Boss put up with me at that time because I was "lucky"?

I thought it was because the boss valued me for giving such orders, but now that I think about it, 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 feel that the word intuition may contain the answer I've been looking for, but what is it......

I turned my head to look at him, and the gin boss didn't know what he was thinking at first, but he noticed my gaze, glanced at it, and asked lightly, "Huh?" ”

I put the doll I was holding in my hand to the other side, straightened up, knelt on the couch with my knees against his legs, leaned over and put my hands around his neck.

He didn't react, and there was a calm look in his dark green eyes. It seems like I'm getting used to this kind of behavior.

Agitation is generally not useful...... But is it the same in this regard?

I hesitated for a moment, but decided to give it a try, put my hands around a little tighter, and asked in a very sincere tone, "Ah Zhen, are you not good?" ”

Not only did the other party not get angry, but he looked at me with an evaluative look, chuckled, hooked the corners of his mouth, and suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around my waist and pushed in his direction.

I didn't stabilize my fall on the person, and I changed from the original position of holding the person to holding his shoulder with one hand and pressing the other hand on his chest to maintain my balance.

Scare, scares me......

Before I could react, and before I had time to think about it, the other party lowered his head and leaned over, and the drooping hair brushed my cheeks, a little itchy.

"It's your means that are so bad that people can't be interested."

A deliberately lowered voice rang in my ears, a casual tone, with a bad attitude and a hint of ridicule.

Then, the other man slapped his hand down, pushed me away and stood up, completely ignoring me and going back to my room.

I was silent, kneeling on the couch with a strained face. Only when he heard the sound of the door closing, he turned his head and glanced deeply at him in the direction of the other room.

Anyway, I've decided to hate him from today on.

I couldn't help but purse my lips, reached out to cover my buttocks, and clenched my fist with one hand with a look of aggrievedness, vowing to find a place in the future - you better remember your words today! Don't slap yourself in the face in the future!