Gin, he ran away with Mr.

"Akira Kurosawa, congratulations. After going through this difficult time, you have successfully retired."

"Thank you sir."

He stood there straight, like a strong pine tree, but there was no joyful expression on his young brows.

The officer in military uniform in front of him wore the medal representing his outstanding achievements on his chest.

The war is over.

And he finally retired a few months later.

After leaving the barracks, he stood in the urban area of ​​the city in a daze.

After the war, the city did not immediately return to its original bustling appearance, it was still full of ruins, and every house looked like it was closed.

The biting cold wind blew across the cheeks, and the air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and rancidity.

He is an orphan from the war. He doesn't even know what his parents look like, and he has no home to return to.He didn't even have a name, and the so-called name was just something he thought of casually while looking at a certain book for literacy.

He grew up in a shelter next to the military camp. After enlisting in the army, he fought on the battlefield for more than ten years. Now that the war is over, what should he do?

He remembered the blond man.

That man is also a war orphan, and also has no name. He grew up with him and fought together.

But that person died.

It is clearly agreed that after the war is over, they will go to a place where there is no one and live an ordinary life.

Now he is alone.

He clutched the backpack in his hand in confusion, which was all his belongings.It contained a change of clothes, allowances from the barracks, and a small bottle of wine, Spirytus.

He turned around and looked at the dozens of people of similar age who were coming behind him. Everyone had the same expression as him, confused and uneasy.

They, like him, were orphans of the war, homeless after leaving the army.They live for war and die for war.

Now, they are like undead who should have died but are still wandering in the world.There is no goal of survival, nothing to cling to, and no meaning of existence.

"I said... how about we form an organization?"

He heard his own voice very calm.

"It can have no name, because it only exists in the dark. Like us, we cannot see the light in this world."

Form an organization to find the meaning of living in this world.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..."

The sound of the alarm clock is particularly loud in the quiet morning.

Akira Kurosawa lay on the big soft bed, with one hand resting on his forehead with the back of his hand.

Splitting headache.

The memory belonging to this body also began to gradually recover.

Those fragments seen in the dream are most likely the memories that originally belonged to this body.

From this point of view, there is still a big difference between the current black organization and the newly established black organization. It can only be said that the times have changed, so has it changed with it?

The current organization is no longer the original organization.

He resisted the stabbing pain in his head, got up and went to the living room to make a cup of coffee.

Maybe coffee has an excitatory effect. In short, drinking coffee and other things can activate the nervous system, which can barely pacify those nerve cells that store chaotic memories.

His footsteps are extremely light, and the movement memory formed in his body over the years has been carved into his bones. Even in his own home, he has always been in a state of high vigilance.

As soon as he reached the stairs, he saw a tall figure sitting quietly on his sofa.

His upper body was wrapped in bandages and home clothes, and he rested with his eyes closed in the air-conditioned warm living room.It seems to be a killer's habit, even when sleeping, he is always vigilant, and he can't sleep deeply at will.

Qin Jiu was awakened when Akira Kurosawa went downstairs, but he didn't speak, just watched him walking towards him in a daze.

I always feel that this scene seems inexplicably familiar...

"Can you cook?"

Kurosawa took out the coffee machine, ready to start making coffee for himself.

Gin didn't speak. After washing his hands, he took the coffee beans in his hand and began to grind them.

"Huh..." Akira Kurosawa looked at Gin in surprise.

He originally thought that Gin should be the style of a big brother who is responsible for calling the wind and rain, and there will be vodka serving tea and water for him when he sits there, but he didn't expect that he could also grind coffee powder?And it seems that even the cooking skills are lit up?

Gin naturally knows how to cook.

As a killer, you need to sneak into various dangerous environments. Sometimes the dry food on your body is not enough to fill your stomach, so naturally you have to do it yourself.Although his cooking skills are not good enough to make any delicious meal, at least he can fill his stomach.

As for making coffee, it was because my former husband was particularly obsessed with this freshly ground coffee for a while.For this reason, a storage room where fine wine was stored was deliberately emptied to study various coffees.

Gin has always been by his side, so he naturally knows the steps of making freshly ground coffee.

Akira Kurosawa looked at this man who was about five centimeters taller than him, cooking in the kitchen expressionlessly wearing an apron, as if he was completing some newly released task.

The ingredients at home are all fresh, and the two simply made a Western-style breakfast.When eating, they naturally looked at each other without saying a word.

"I'm going to school, you can do whatever you want."

Holding the schoolbag on the shoe cabinet, Akira Kurosawa threw a spare key for the fingerprint lock to Gin, and turned to leave the door.

Gin took the key and put it in his pocket.

Fortunately, Akira Kurosawa usually likes to dress loosely, so he buys clothes one size larger, otherwise Gin would not even have clothes that he can go out with.

"Vodka, how is the situation in the branch now?"

Gin had contacted Vodka in time last night, but it seems that the situation of the branch is still not optimistic.

The headquarters has sent a group of support to the branch, temporarily restraining many rebellious forces.However, led by Sake, the former head of the branch, another "new high-level" force that resisted the headquarters emerged.This force has united with other hostile organizations in the world to constantly interfere with the headquarters, but it has not completely defected from the organization. It seems that it only wants to seize power from the headquarters.

Now, the Japanese branch is in chaos.

Needless to say, those undercover agents who took advantage of the chaos and caught a lot of them.

Although Gin's status is comparable to that of a high-level executive, he is only a killer after all, and has no authority to interfere in these so-called "games of power grabs". Therefore, the task assigned to him by Rum is still to deal with those undercover agents who sneaked in while taking advantage of the chaos and traitors who defected.

To put it simply, he still has to work after going around for most of the day!And the workload is multiplying every day!

Qin Jiu felt the veins on his forehead twitch, and almost crushed his phone.

Come on, work just work.

Gin put on Akira Kurosawa's black coat, and went out with the backpack containing the guns he brought yesterday.

"Ah! Kurosawa-kun, this time just happened to pass!"

The classmate sitting at the desk in front of Akira Kurosawa distributed the test papers to him.

"Ahaha, probably luck."

Akira Kurosawa smiled, took the test paper and stuffed it into the seat without even reading it.

If it weren't for seeing the teacher's expression of resentment when he saw him, he wouldn't have written a passing paper.Wouldn't it be better for us to quietly be poor students?Isn't it justifiable to leave early?

Of course, the teacher didn't know what Kurosawa was thinking, but stood on the podium, still looking at him with great resentment.It seems to be complaining, why don't you write the test paper well when you can do better in the test.

Please... Sensei, it's scary to make such an expression!The law lines are all out!horrible!

Kurosawa only felt a chill, and hurriedly hid behind the pile of books, out of sight.

Speaking of which, he remembered that today seemed to be the day when the school organized a physical examination...

Even in winter, he wears a thin coat.Because there were several bandages wrapped around his arm, and he couldn't really move if he wore a few more clothes.

He let out a long sigh, the physical examination...how should I get through it?

"The last one, Akira Kurosawa."

Shinde Tomoaki, the school doctor, was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, sitting at the desk in the infirmary, watching Akira Kurosawa walk in with a smile.

"Kurosawa-san, please take off your coat. There is an air conditioner in the infirmary, so it won't be cold." He smiled and held a new medical examination form in his hand.

In front of him was a computer with a screensaver that had just appeared. It seemed that he had just finished recording the last medical examination form before Akira Kurosawa entered the door.

Akira Kurosawa ignored him, and sat on the treatment bed beside him, with his legs crossed and Erlang's legs crossed, looking like a fool.

"Kurosawa-san doesn't seem to be very polite." He was still smiling, and he didn't seem to be angry at Kurosawa's ignorance.

"You don't dare to show your true face, it seems that you are not very polite, this fake doctor."

Akira Kurosawa propped his hands beside him, as if he was confident that the person in front of him would not pose a threat to him.

"Oh? Then you say... Where did I show my flaws?"

The other party also understood that he was indeed exposed, not that the other party was cheating.He suppressed his smile, put down the pen and paper in his hand, sat quietly and looked at him.

"From the moment I first entered the door." Akira Kurosawa stretched out his slender fingers in front of him, as if he was concentrating on studying the not-so-obvious callus on his hand.

"Oh, don't you know that doctors have some professional habits? As a doctor, there is a bit of cleanliness, and you see, the hand sanitizer on the sink has not yet been opened. Doctors who are busy processing such a large amount of data files, especially The school doctor in charge of the physical examination would not set the screen saver time of the computer so short."

Kurosawa was talking to himself, but the man in front of him was still sitting there motionless, just watching him quietly, as if examining him from head to toe.

"Not bad, I observed very carefully." The other party clapped his hands and stood up.

"Also, you have a very light perfume smell on your body."

Akira Kurosawa turned his gaze back to him, his hazel eyes full of mockery.

"Although I don't know why this fragrance feels familiar, but I can be sure that it is definitely not the smell of men's perfume. Did the new doctor have a girlfriend recently? Or..."

He didn't finish speaking, but stretched out his hand.

"There is still a big difference between the size of a man's hand bone and that of a woman's hand. Please, even if it's Yi Rong, can you be a little professional, full of flaws, it's thanks to you that you haven't been found out after staying here for so long."

"It really is you, sir!"

I thought I could choke the other party speechless, but I didn't expect the other party to kneel down to him directly on one knee.

Wait, what happened!

Akira Kurosawa stared blankly at the other party's hand attached to the protruding "Adam's Apple", and then a voice with a unique charm came.

"Sir, I'm Vermouth."

Vermouth...?The name might sound familiar.Akira Kurosawa desperately recalled the episodes of Conan that he had seen in his mind, as if he was also a person in the winery... What is it called "The Witch with Thousand Faces" came back from the nest..... .

"Gin said that you lost your memory, it seems to be true." The other party looked up at Akira Kurosawa, a glint of incomprehensibility flashed in those eyes behind the thin lenses.

"That's right." Kurosawa admitted generously, "But even if I don't have the memory of that gentleman, I'm not easy to provoke."

"Understood, Vermouth has no intention of harming Mister." The other party chuckled, "After all, Mister doted on me the most before."

Akira Kurosawa twitched the corners of his mouth silently, the words didn't sound right no matter how they sounded.

Vermouth stood up by himself and patted the dust off his legs.

"Since you are not that gentleman right now, why don't we make a deal?" The other party smiled coquettishly without any psychological pressure, with a new and wise face on his face.

Is it true that it is against the nest...

"What deal?"

"I can help you hide your identity from being discovered by people in the organization, and you..."

Vermouth moved closer to him and whispered something.

After hearing this, Akira Kurosawa's expression changed, and he looked at the "witch with a thousand faces" in front of him unpredictablely.

"Shh...Asecretmakesawomanwoman, do you understand, sir?" The other party pressed a slender finger to his lips and blinked mysteriously.

"...the transaction is established."

Kurosawa slightly hooked the corner of his lips, and reached out to shake Vermouth's hand.

It's really a...nice deal.

The author has something to say:

Gin: Why do I still have to work after running away! 【fall】

Vermouth: Poor Gin, just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den... It seems that he was eaten to death by the boss.

Akira Kurosawa: Don't worry, let's retire after finishing this job, and go live our days!

Double update today!Praise me, little cuties!Hey hey hey!

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