[Lord Conan] Bourbon's Lover is Japan

There was a big hole in his left chest, which was very painful for Eguchi, even if he didn't die.

But if you are gasping for breath, you can't pretend to be dead.

Fortunately, this trick was calculated as a necessary means of escape, so Eguchi had also practiced how to grit his teeth and endure it.

But it's not a good feeling to be clearly aware that you've lost blood.

Eguchi's temples throbbed, listening to the exchange of bourbon and rye rushing up.

It wasn't long before she felt someone's hand take Scotland's phone from her chest.

From the breath that was trying to suppress the trembling breath as he approached, it was probably Bourbon.

Rye seemed to be taking a photo to send a message to Gin, and then said to the headset.

"See clearly. This man is dead. Retreat."

Sure enough, someone was watching.

It was right not to choose to rescue him directly but to pretend to be dead.

Even Bourbon, who gritted his teeth and mourned, did not dare to touch Scotland's body, so he could only leave like this.

Eguchi didn't dare to act rashly, and waited for the passage of time.

She didn't know how long it had passed, and it even seemed that the weather had begun to change. A gust of wind blew up in the already cold winter, making her shoulders feel cool, and the wetness spread on her clothes.

So cold.

This made her conscious a little bit, but it didn't take long before the coolness turned into a fever, which melted her consciousness.

When he couldn't help but fell to one side, Eguchi suddenly fell into a hug.

The man lowered his voice and spoke in her ear.

"Xiao Jiangkou, hold on a little longer, the surveillance person has left, I will take you to the police hospital now—"

"...No, you can't..."

She forcefully grabbed Scotland's shirt by the chest and asked him to move herself into the building.

She bit the tip of her tongue to wake herself up, and said to Scotland, who was anxiously plugging her wound.

"Run away...don't worry about me, I'm fine...if you take me with you, the problem will be even bigger..."

Eguchi took a deep breath, the pain in his lungs was severe, and he continued.

"I, arranged for someone...to pick you up...name Eguchi Aimi...he will take you away...I will be fine...don't, don't tell Bourbon that you are still alive...hide... ..."

Eguchi Aimi doesn't know many people, and the trainer sent by Qingwang who can be called her master counts as one.

Since it was sent by the king, it must be credible.

Eguchi couldn't contact her Wang directly, the trainer was basically her liaison.

Scotland—Zhu Fu Jingguang looked complicated, looking at the "self" in front of him, his thoughts flashed through his mind.

In the end, all the questions that came to the mouth were suppressed and turned into worries about the wound.

"But your serious injury..."

"--Walk!"

"...Pay attention to your own safety, Eguchi."

The abandoned building finally returned to calm, snow fell outside the window, and the moonlight fell silently on the broken window.

The shadow was elongated and twisted strangely.

The slender figure in baggy clothes leaned crookedly against the pillar, blood staining his lower body.

Transforming when injured hurts the body more...but if it returns to its original body, it recovers faster.

Eguchi pinched his palm to wake himself up, then dragged out the first-aid supplies from the left backpack, stopped the bleeding, and changed back into his clothes trembling with his blood-losing body.

Just a few actions made her exhausted... She managed to finish all of this, wiped the blood on the ground, hoping to pretend that it was from Scotland being injured by rye before, and then found an iron plate, She hid herself from the cold in the triangle formed by the iron plate and the corner of the wall, and closed her eyes.

The dream was very unstable, Eguchi dreamed a lot about the past, and when he woke up, it was already the warm noon of the next day.

She disposed of Zhu Fu Jingguang's clothes, restored the appearance of "Eguchi Aimi", then quietly walked back to the villa by herself, and climbed back to her room through the window.

The door was still locked, so Bourbon probably never came in.

Eguchi put on his pajamas with a sigh of relief, fell on the bed, and completely lost consciousness in a daze.

It was dark when I woke up again.

Eguchi was awakened by thirst.She gave a dry thwack, got up and went to the bathroom to check her wound.

It's almost good enough to be covered with camouflage.

Since "self-disguise" can change a person's appearance and figure, it is no problem to modify the scars on the body.

Eguchi sniffed, opened the door and went downstairs to pour himself a glass of water.

I still feel light under my feet... It's really uncomfortable.

Downstairs the lights were off.Is it Bourbon who hasn't come back yet?

She went into the kitchen in the dark and poured herself water.A cold feeling passed through her throat, making her shiver.

But I don't have the energy to boil hot water anymore...

She wanted to lie on the sofa for a while, but after taking two steps away from the kitchen, she realized that someone was in the living room.

The blond-haired, dark-skinned young man sat on the sofa with his head bowed, as if he didn't notice her coming.

"... Bourbon?"

Eguchi himself was taken aback when he opened his mouth.The sound was so bad it sounded like the vocal cords had been sanded down.

Bourbon was also taken aback.

But when he saw Eguchi standing in front of him, he was speechless for a while.

How would you say, say what you were sad about the death of Scotland?

To the organization, he was a traitor, so what was he who grieved for him?

As a colleague of the organization who has been with him for a long time, his attitude should be that of being betrayed and furious.

Seeing how he opened his mouth but was speechless, Eguchi probably guessed what was going on in his mind.

Do you want to mention it yourself?Will it uncover his scars?But if you don't talk about it, how can someone who has been in the room know the situation in Scotland that is currently being watched?

She took a slight breath, sat down next to Bourbon, and flinched.

"Why didn't you turn on the light?"

"...Thinking about something. Why haven't I seen you all day?"

Eguchi touched his forehead: "I seem to be sick... I have a little fever, and I slept in the room all day."

This seemed to give Bourbon a chance to speak.

"Then you don't know..." He resisted the difficulty in his heart, and said seemingly unintentionally, "Scotland is dead. As an undercover agent, he was killed by rye."

"……yes."

Eguchi felt a little suffocated.

The nose was blocked, and every time I breathed and swallowed, my throat felt like a knife was cut.

"Is that so...he's dead."

Is this feeling of suffocation the same as crying?

Eguchi closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa.

"Then, it's just you and me."

We are the only undercover Japanese civil servants lurking here.

We're the only ones living here.

We are the only ones who can feel sorry for Scotland.

The two people each have their own understanding of this sentence.In any case, these are warm words that can inject strength into the bottom of my heart.

Bourbon sighed.

"Yeah, it's just us."

Eguchi seemed to be laughing lowly, but because of the feverish confusion and broken voice, it sounded like some kind of broken bellows.

"Then, when I'm well, let's go to the rye robbing mission together. An intelligence agent and a sniper are enough."

Her proposal was like a child having a temper tantrum, but her tone was so serious.Bourbon smiled for the first time in two days and reached out to rub her.

"Just do it."

Eguchi replied vaguely, curling himself up on the sofa.

The body is getting hotter, but at the same time it seems to be getting colder.

The skin becomes a hundred times more sensitive than usual, and it hurts when it touches something with low temperature.

In a daze, she felt someone hugged herself and put her on the soft bed.

"... Yamazaki... buy... gin..."

She couldn't hear what the other party was saying clearly, but she felt dissatisfied and subconsciously reached out to grab him.

"Don't...call me Yamazaki...Eguchi...I need someone to call me...Eguchi..."

Otherwise, Eguchi would be dead forever.

She didn't want to be Yamazaki.

After a moment of silence, the weight of the quilt came over my shoulder.

A voice whispered.

"estuary."

Eguchi relaxed into a chaotic dream.