【Niji】Death of it

Nino casually took Gene's cell phone and glanced at it. Sure enough, it was good news, so he whispered something to Gene, and then dragged him into the quilt.

After a good night's sleep, the two of them were woken up by the phone ringing the next morning.

It wasn't until Jin woke up that he realized what happened last night, but first he turned on his phone and checked the news. Grosula had returned, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had time to think about what happened last night, and just as he was about to say something to Nino, he saw Nino with a jealous expression on his face, rubbing against him viciously, holding him down, and then kissing him.

After the kiss was over, Gene also forgot what he wanted to say, and simply got up and got dressed: "I got up, fortunately I have an afternoon shift today."

"You dare only if you know." Nino propped his head with one hand, watching him put on his clothes, covering the marks on his body.

Jean fastened his tie: "But I'm going to check on the matter of Chief Grosula no matter what. The Florent District has gone too far this time."

Nino lay down on the bed with a thud, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm so jealous, Gene!"

"It's all written on your face, so you don't need to say it." Gene said, after taking care of himself, he walked to the bed, pulled his head out of the quilt, and kissed his forehead, "Good, good , I’ll go back as soon as I go.”

"..."

What is going on with this subtle feeling! !

Grosula did not reply to all the condolences from all districts with various intentions.He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the sofa.

Although he has come back, the experience of those few days still makes him feel a little...feeling fantastic.

He shook the wine glass in his hand, and the dark red light seemed to remind him of the consensus reached with Lilium at the wine table.They both made concessions to each other and made sacrifices.

He was a man who followed his word, and he was probably convinced of this, which made Lilium feel confident.And he really wouldn't do anything against the promise he made with his own mouth.

When he was young, he had long hair, and he used to tie it up neatly behind his head, but now he prefers to let it loose.

Grosula pulled a strand of white hair, inadvertently recalling the feeling of being grabbed by someone.At that time, it was not so much that I was stunned, it was better to say that it was a sense of tit-for-tat that was aroused.

He took a sip of alcohol, his eyes downcast, wondering what he was thinking.

The doorbell rang.

Grosula put down his glass and went to the door, where a young man who looked like a delivery man stood outside.

He opened the door, and the young man handed him a bouquet of flowers and asked him to sign for it with a smile.

Grosula took it for no apparent reason, closed the door, examined it carefully, and found that there was a card hidden inside the bouquet.He pulled the card out and opened it.

It says:

Are the flowers beautiful?Picked it from my window.

— Lilium

"..." Grosula threw the card aside without a word, and put the specially treated flowers into an empty vase—he didn't know where to put it, so since it was a flower, he put it in the vase Let's go.

The color of the flowers is still fresh, pink and yellow, it looks quite beautiful, but the fragrance has long since dissipated, and it smells more of a... similar to stale.

Makes people uncomfortable.

Grosula pushed the vase a little further, couldn't help but stood up and put the vase on the window sill, and opened the window.

Meanwhile, the Frovens.

Lilium looked out the window at the flowers.

The flowers of Frovan always bloom very early and bloom for a long time. The fragrance is clear but not too strong, which makes the city covered with a beautiful coat.

The temperature was not low, and Lilium's shirt sleeves were rolled up.

He held a glass of red wine in his hand, which was his favorite one.

Counting the time, his flowers should have been delivered to that person. Although the time was a bit long and the charm of the flowers had to be greatly reduced, it was still worth it.

Lilium looked at a sea of ​​flowers outside the window.

The sun was shining high, the breeze was blowing, the sea of ​​flowers was swaying, and long and narrow shadows were cast on the ground.

Lota stirred the drink and asked, "Have you done it?"

"Lota." Nino said helplessly.

Luota raised her eyebrows: "I thought it would take you longer, tell me the details?"

Nino explained and skipped what should not be said.

Luota groaned: "No wonder, so it was my brother who took the initiative, otherwise you would have to wait obediently? It seems that the two of you are really suitable."

"Well, anyway, we're together now." Nino had a typical obsessed expression on his face that only those in love would have.

Luota smiled and said: "What kind of expression do you have? Hahaha, it's rare that you will show it—ah, no, every time the two of you are together, it's like this, and no one else can intervene. Then you want to live in my house ?"

In order to create opportunities for them, Luota will not let go of any detail, after all, it is a matter of lifelong happiness for her brother.

"That's too impatient." Nino finished his coffee, "But I will still visit from time to time."

"You are always welcome." Luota smiled.

Nino got up: "Then I'll go first, there's still an order in the afternoon."

"Okay—bye." Lota waved her hand.

Nino took his bag, which contained his only tool for "supporting his family" now - a camera.

The work in the afternoon even has something to do with the old boss.

A newspaper and ACCA agreed on a time to conduct an interview with Grosula, taking this opportunity to introduce the current situation in Frowens and give a tactful explanation for his unexpected stay.

This job was assigned to a reporter named Carl. Carl rarely had a little personal relationship with him—he had met on both sides, and he had great trust in his ability. He asked the newspaper for instructions and asked him to go with him.

Since it is a job that can earn money, there is no reason to shirk it.

After they met, they went to the ACCA headquarters and were led into the reception room.Grosula was already waiting there.

Carl, who is experienced in interviews, handed the prepared question board to Grossula and asked him to look at it.

Nino calmly took a few photos at the side, then sat down and prepared to record.

The questions Karl prepared were just right. They did not involve too much privacy and undisclosed affairs, and he used them to outline the current situation of Froven, and Grosula's unexpected stay was also tactfully embedded in a small problem.

Faced with such an interview, no one will feel offended.Even Grosula just answered the questions with a deadpan expression and gave some explanations to the extended questions without feeling unhappy.

After Karl's interview, Nino officially took a photo for Grosula.

Carl put away the interview equipment and apologized to Grosula: "There is still an interview to come. Let me say goodbye first. Nino will stay here to continue discussing the details with you."

Grossula nodded: "It's okay."

As soon as Karl went out, only Nino and Grosula were left in the reception room.

The two were subordinates of the former boss, so it was a bit embarrassing, but the atmosphere wasn't too strange.

Nino asked suddenly: "Is it meaningful? To cover up for him, or to say, to excuse him?"

"He has nothing to excuse." Grosula obviously understood who Nino was talking about, and said in a low tone.

Nino shrugged: "But isn't his request a little too much? For you."

"I'm kind of out of office now, and I'm only here because..." still has a sense of responsibility.Grosula didn't continue, turning the topic around, "Why are you so clear?"

Nino made a half-hand gesture and raised his eyebrows to show his innocence.

Grosula frowned.

"There is a Frowan missing, and I always feel that the map has changed, and something is missing." Nino looked at the kingdom map on the wall next to him, and said.

Grosula said, "Have you been there?"

"Yes." Nino bowed his head.

After all, he is an old boss and Grosula, so the slight anger is quite deterrent.

"No matter what your reason is, get out of it as soon as possible. That's not a place for you to investigate. Have you forgotten where your wound was harvested?" Grosula's tone was flat, and he couldn't tell where he was from. Out of concern or ridicule.

Nino retorted: "That time was just an order from the royal family, an accident carefully arranged by them to achieve their goals."

There was some dissatisfaction in his tone, but it was not out of dissatisfaction with what happened to him, but because of his worries about Jean and the careful use of the royal family.

Grosula half-understood his thoughts and didn't care: "You never know who arranged what behind the scenes."

"What about you, do you know what Lilium has arranged behind the scenes?" Nino asked.

Grosula stared at him sharply, but said nothing after all.

Nino put the camera in his bag, got up to say goodbye, and before going out, he suddenly said: "Although I have contact with him, I don't agree with some of his ideas, so please be careful."

Grosula was left sitting alone, frowning.

Gene was confused and embarrassed for a while, thinking about the conversation last night, he suddenly had a little doubt.His intuition is very strong, even if there is only a little doubt in the language, he still feels that there is something wrong.

He sent Nino a message.

When Nino returned home, he exported the photo and sent it to Carl, then turned on the phone to check the message, and saw Gene's question.

The question is straightforward.

He pressed the computer keyboard unconsciously, and then decided not to hide anything.

Because of his status, he had told Gene a lie that wasn't a lie for many years, but no one wanted to tell unnecessary lies to their lover.

He typed: because I have a job in Froven.

After a moment, Gene replied with an ellipsis.

Nino: Come back and talk.

Gene didn't reply to him again, which means go back and talk.

Gene put on his coat and walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.

It was a little late, and the street lights were all turned on.He passed a bakery, thought for a while, went in and came out again, and when he came out, he already had two leather bags of bread in his arms.

Walking downstairs to the apartment, he entered the password for the access control, and just stepped into the glass door that opened automatically, when the wind rang in the back of his head.He quickly turned and dodged to the side, but the movement was still slow, the shoulder was hit squarely by the baseball bat, and the pain made him frown.

Jin threw the bread in his arms at the opponent's face, and took out the short stick from the back of his waist——

boom.

"Gene!—"

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