After drawing Zhongye SSR

Gin's first impression of this woman who called herself "Maria" was that she was beautiful.

He thinks he has seen many beauties, but he has never seen Maki's type. It's not that her facial features are outstanding, but her temperament - a little frivolous, a little erratic, as if a gust of wind can blow her away. Blown away, you can leave this earth-like temperament directly when you jump up.

Gin took the wine that Maki handed over with a blank expression, and took a sip.

The liquor slid down his throat, burning hot.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you that master of metaphysics?"

He uses Japanese.

Maki tilted her head as if she didn't understand.

Gin sneered: "Don't pretend to me——I can still see the difference between Japanese and foreigners."

Maki smiled, "I am."

She also changed into Japanese, and didn't add that half-baked foreign tune, just pure Japanese.

Gin nodded in satisfaction, and then put down his glass: "The taste is very good. Apart from those pretentious things, you actually know how to make a living—it has to be said that it is a wise choice."

"Just say that my ability is a 'pretend to play tricks', you are really sharp."

Zhen Ji didn't show an angry expression, she bent down slightly, and leaned in front of Gin: "Don't you believe it?"

Gin shrugged: "There is no ability in this world, why don't I believe it?"

He said so, but Maki could tell that this man was different from other ordinary people, and his expression didn't have any respect for "capable people"-this is a very rare thing in today's society with superpowers things.

Although the abilities of most individuals with personality are very ordinary and not much different from ordinary people, more than 60.00% of people in this society are capable. As a small number of incompetent people, even if they do not show respect to those with strong abilities, When I wake up, I always unconsciously feel a little alienated and envious.

"You don't look like an ordinary incapable person."

Gin raised his eyes.

"Why do you know I have no special abilities?"

Maki's expression remained the same: "I don't know, so I said 'like'—but now I know."

She raised the glass she was wiping in her hand, and let the colorful lights in the bar fall on it: "Is this game considered my victory?"

"We're not playing games, miss."

Vodka interjected at the side, but in the next second Gin raised his hand to signal him to shut up. This simple and honest subordinate blinked his eyes firmly covered by sunglasses, and withdrew reluctantly. .

Zhen Ji noticed that one of his feet was still in plaster, and it was hard for him to follow behind his elder brother so diligently.

Even though she knew that this guy was not a good person, Maki still felt a little guilty. After all, this matter was caused by her—so she kindly found a cup from the bar next to her and poured a glass of milk for the vodka : "Sir, this is a calcium supplement."

Vodka: "..."

For some reason, he seemed even angrier.

But Maki had already shifted his gaze back to Gin's face.

Gin was staring at her inquiringly.

His eyes wanted to die with a poisonous tongue of Nobuko. To be honest, this made Maki very uncomfortable, and she almost used all her endurance to endure his scrutiny.

Gin: "What can you do specifically?"

Maki: "As you can see, I can predict other people's bloody disasters in advance-whether it is a minor scratch that doesn't break the skin, or a serious fracture or organ rupture-"

She paused deliberately.

"...even death."

Although the surrounding environment was still so noisy, Gin felt inexplicably that the space before him and Maki was quiet for a moment.

He looked up at Maki, the girl still had that careless expression on her face.

When ordinary people say the word "death", they will inevitably thump, and there will naturally be a little awe in their words, but Maki's tone can't see it at all.

There are only two possibilities in this situation - one is that she is completely lying, and she will naturally not have emotional fluctuations when she tells a lie.

The second is that she has long been used to death, just like Gin himself.

Gin's intuition told him that Maki was probably the second type.

Although he didn't know why - she obviously didn't smell of blood on her body, and Qin Jiu even suspected that she didn't even have a life on her body, but her contemptuous attitude towards death made him inexplicably vigilant.

[Host, good acting skills. 】

The only one who knows what Maki is actually thinking is the system-the ghost knows how nervous she is when she lies.

When she was the daughter of Osamu Dazai, she did go on many missions with Atsushi Nakajima and the others, but how could those people put pickled things in front of this young lady? For Maki, she is the closest to death The few times I met after traveling.

But Gin was obviously intimidated by her.

He gave up exploring Maki's true identity and turned his attention to other things.

For example: "What is your ability?"

Gin never forgot that Vodka's fracture was "predicted"—it happened almost without warning, although there were indeed steps in that place, but it's hard for Vodka, an adult man with normal intelligence, to just Trip yourself to a bone.

Probably because it has been known for a long time that gin has such a problem.

Maki did not bend her eyes unnaturally—because of the eye makeup, the end of her eyes looked very long, and when she picked them up, she looked like a crescent moon.

Maki said, "I'm just a prophet."

*****

After half an hour.

Maki, who convinced the manager with his bartending skills, apologized to the gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses, and followed the gin and left the bar.

Gin took a look at her: "Are you really just here? His eyes are like seeing a cash cow slipping away from under his nose—"

"Because that's the truth," Maki said.

Qin Jiu sneered, but did not deny it.

Maki followed him into his car - it was a Porsche from the license plate. Maki didn't know the exact make, but it was obviously not a common guy.

"Before that," Maki said while starting the motor with vodka, "my prophecy is not omnipotent—you can give me the roster of the opponents, and I will see who among them will be injured and when .”

Probably because he had returned to his familiar environment, Gin seemed a little more relaxed.

He stared at Maki's side face: "What do you want?"

Of course he wouldn't be so stupid as to think that Maki had come to help for free - and it couldn't possibly be to join their organization.

The Karasuma Group's attitude towards powerful people like Maki is generally to win them over if they can. After all, no one knows what they will do if they really go crazy.

It's convenient to talk to smart people, Maki thought.

Maki: "I want you to help me contact a person - a member of the House of the Dead, you should know each other?"

Gin narrowed his eyes: "You want to see Dostoevsky?"

Maki shook his head: "It's the other one."

Gin thought about it, the members of the House of the Dead are only two or three kittens, one Ivan is dead, and the other Pushkin is obviously not something the woman in front of him would like, so the only thing left out is— —

Gin: "Are you looking for Lifa?"

Maki opened her eyes slightly.

——It turned out that the Laughing Man's name was Lifa.

Wait a moment.

She paused, why did she immediately know that "Lifa" was the name of the Laughing Man?Maybe it's the Rats of the House of Death and the others—unless...

Unless, she had heard the name somewhere before.

But she was very sure that she didn't know this character at all before Lifa's psychopath came to her, and it was the same before time travel.

Maki shook his head, pushed the messy thoughts out of his head, and then nodded to the gin.

"He's not someone easy to get along with," Qin Jiu said cautiously, "I'm not sure if I can really help you get in touch with him—is there anything you can do with him?"

Maki thought for a few seconds and said, "If you can get in touch, tell him that I have something to say to him about the 'book'."

Gin frowned, as if he was thinking about what the "book" in Maki's words was, but Maki was sure that no one other than capable people would know about it, so in the end Gin just nodded : "The specific conditions can be discussed again, where are you going now?"

"Just find a hotel and drop me off."

Maki is not ready to go home. In this situation, people from the Karasuma Group must be watching her—it is one thing for Maki to take risks by herself, and she does not want Mr. Nakaya to become a thorn in the side of the gang.

Gin has no objections.

The Karasuma Group is indeed a big organization - Gin brought good news the next day, as long as Maki helps them get rid of three or more hostile characters, they will try their best to meet her requirements.

Maki smirked: "I told you that this is a prophecy - is this organization okay?"

Gin took a look and nodded.

Maki understands that Gin must know that her ability is not as simple as prophecy.

But they all tacitly pretend it doesn't matter, after all, that's the only way for the collaboration to work well.

Maki was a little hesitant at the beginning, but when she thought that the opponents of the Karasuma Group were all gangsters, and the left and right were just a nest of snakes and rats, she no longer hesitated to start—in order to appear more realistic, she did not let Those three people ushered in the "Bloodlight Disaster" on the same day. Although it took several days, when she completed the task, Qin Jiu actually helped her find someone.

The silver-haired man seemed a little hesitant: "At first, there was no intention of coming over there at all, but as soon as I heard 'book', I immediately changed my mind——"

He paused, and looked at Maki thoughtfully: "What the hell is a book?"

Maki smiled: "This is not something you can know."

She stood up and took the note from Gin: "Cafe Polo in Mihua Town—why did you choose it here?"

Qin Jiu said: "I have a colleague who works there, so it's easier to talk."

Maki raised her eyebrows—she was clearly skeptical about why a gang member would be a waiter.

But now is clearly not a good time to ask questions.Maki still swallowed the question back, tidied up his few salutes, and then stretched out his hand to Gin: "Then, happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

*****

Probably because of the idea of ​​sending Buddha to the west, even though they knew that their next collaboration would be in the Year of the Monkey, Gin still let the conscientious vodka send Maki to the destination, the cafe called Poirot.

Although it was summer vacation, it was a working day, and office workers had to go to work, so there were no people in the coffee shop.

Maki walked to the cafe from the street corner while listening to the song.

Still the same French song.

She saw a figure similar to Lifa through the window from a distance.

Because it was summer, he didn't wear the iconic thick fleece sweater, but a long coat with a hood.

Probably because he thought it was too conspicuous to wear a hat indoors, he took off his hat—only then did Maki realize that his hair was not too short, it grew almost to the neck, and it was scattered there so casually.

Maki stood for a moment by Poirot's door.

She felt her heart pounding -- she had a gut feeling that Lifa knew all about books, but whether he would tell her was another matter.

In fact, it was very risky for her to do so this time.

It's just that Maki doesn't want to bring these messy things to the next semester-she intuitively thinks that both "books" and her own identity must be resolved without delay.

Maki took a deep breath.

Then he stretched out his hand, ready to push open the door of the coffee shop——

Before touching the railing, however, her hand stopped abruptly.

Maki quickly stepped aside, took off his earphones with trembling hands, and then cut to the "lyric translation" part of the song.

Just now, she felt as if a very familiar word slipped past her ears.

When she saw that line of words, the girl's pupils trembled slightly in shock.

She finally remembered where she had heard the word "Lifa".

Books.

French for "book".

Direct transliteration in Japanese——

It is "Lifa".