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Standing outside the hotel door, I knocked on the door briskly, and couldn't wait to prepare a big surprise for my colleagues.

However, three seconds later, the door didn't open, and I felt the smile on the corner of my mouth drop.

tuk tuk-

Still no one opened the door, I became expressionless, feeling the magic power rising slowly, took a step back a little later and looked at the house number 508 on it, and lowered my head to take out my phone and read the text message on it.

That's right, this is where Gin's notice came from.

My fist was clenched unconsciously, and I quickly arranged the plan to kill this organization in my heart, and I called Gin Jiu.

"Dear Mr. Gin, may I ask if you still remember to inform me when to arrive in the room?"

"You... who?"

Very good, very good, Gin, you are really good, who else can give you this magical gift...

"Oh, sorry, wrong type."

Just when I was about to hang up the phone, under the reminder of my younger brother Vodka, the busy man Gin finally remembered the poor man who was tied back from the street by him a few days ago.

"Mogao, go to Kubado City Hall."

The phone call that was hung up very neatly made me squint my eyes slightly. Although I have become Buddhist now, what kind of illusion gave you, I seem to be very bullied.

"Excuse me, is it a colleague?"

An enthusiastic voice came from behind, Bourbon's face caught my eyes, and the other party's expression changed from enthusiasm mixed with defensiveness at the beginning to vigilance.

"You're undercover, Bourbon."

I, who was determined to kill the black organization in a month, looked at the little brother who made delicious sandwiches, and planned to bring a bottom-up revolution to this organization.

First of all, start with the determined undercover red party in front of you, follow the mass line, and isolate Gin Jiu.

As for why it is certain that the other party is a red undercover agent?

I have to mention what I accidentally discovered in Pengelie back then, that is, people who seem to have firm beliefs and favor righteous friends will not be threatened by curse spirits.

"What are you talking about? You are the novelist from yesterday, are you collecting material?"

Seeing the curse spirit gnawing at the air behind the man to vent his anger, I bent my eyes and expressed my admiration for a certain undercover who opened his eyes and told lies.Obviously, the muscles in my body were so tense for a moment that I thought I was going to be hit, but they completely relaxed in the next second, which is a very remarkable control.

"I won't watch the next Oscar without you."

I can understand Bourbon's distrust, and I even think that maybe tomorrow he will find a way to kill me, but ah, what should I say?At first glance, it looks like someone who has never been persecuted by the power of idealism... Naive...

"Here, I'm Mogao, a new member of the organization, in charge of the APTX4869 project. This is a gift from me."

I put the bento box in my hand into the hands of Bourbon, who seemed to have been ordered to stand by, and walked towards the elevator when I came, and patted the other person on the shoulder as I walked:

"Oh, that's right. If you have any ideas for cooperation, you can contact me at any time."

Walking into the elevator room, seeing myself reflected on the silver barrier of the elevator, I sighed:

"It's as dark as a briquette. It's a terrible thing to use it for work in winter, which is a season suitable for sleeping."

"Gin better have a good reason, or it feels like 'On the Possibility of One Man Working in an Entire Organization 3' is almost ready for publication."

Walking out of the Kubado Hotel, I took a taxi and went directly to the Kubado City Hall. Looking at the open space in front of the building filled with vehicles of reporters, I had a sense of foreboding.

Carefully slipping down the side of the car without being spotted by reporters, I began to silently search the Internet for what happened.

Director Sakemaki's memorial service, eh?It seems that the editor told me before, but I rejected it on the grounds that I want to hibernate.

corruption……

Squinting at the news in hand, I seem to have gotten something, maybe I'm just a tool person, Gin is such a bad old man, he actually asked me to help divert the reporter's attention?

With a slight movement of my fingers, the headlines on the entertainment page jumped into my eyes, and I suddenly felt a strange sympathy for gin. It has been a long time since I saw such a fresh and refined assassination.

The phone was vibrating crazily. I saw a Porsche 356A parked not far away. I reached into my pocket and took out the phone. It turned out to be Gin's phone.

"Gin, I found that the people in this organization are all talents."

Isn't it?One-handed the gin that was rolled during the working hours in the other world, the undercover Red Fang who was coveted by the cursed spirit every day, the vodka that was either on the drive or on the drive, and this assassin who suddenly turned into a murderous Pease division……

Sure enough, the world is so big that there are no surprises!

"What are you doing? Come here, Shirley is here."

Listening to the voice of gin on the phone, I fell into confusion, who is Shirley?Why do I have to work overtime when she shows up?

"Excuse me, who is Shirley?"

Are you a cadre of the Black Organization?Do you want to act like an idiot? The waves hidden in your tone really don't fit your personality.

"It's the person who studied APTX4869 before..."

"Oh, so? My incumbent needs to go to my predecessor to hand over some things, right?"

In my heart I frantically complained about my own words, but on the surface I was hiding in the hidden shadows, looking at the reporters who were eagerly watching the door, and observing Gin's actions from the corner of my eye, wondering how the other party passed through the heavy traffic.

"If she is willing to come back, then I will kill you immediately."

"Sounds good, but are you sure you can do it?"

Speak harshly, who wouldn't... Kawaii's Gin King.

"I found out that you defected from Balian."

"Well, it's not wrong to say that, but strictly speaking, I have never held this position at all."

Numbly looking at Gin in such a highly recognizable dress, he passed through the crowd and walked into the building carelessly. I don't think it seems very surprising. Why are everyone keen to complain about the Japanese police...

That's it... people are under my nose, and I can't catch them...

"Heh, I believe the BOSS will be interested in your abilities..."

"That really scared me. The Gin Wine Lord that I suppressed that day looked very delicious. I believe you will never forget it in your life."

Wait, hasn't that yellow Beetle been here for a long time... Inside the car is... an old man, and a child...

It's so late, and is that the anxious look looking at the building...

"I never remember the names of dead people."

"Hey, Mr. Qin Jiu is implying that I don't want to die? This is really touching."

Do you want to go and have a look... I always feel that there will be some surprises... Wait a minute, ah, a little boy ran out... Why does he look a bit like Mr. Kudo's son...

"Beep beep..."

Putting down the phone that was hung up by my ear, closing the phone, stuffing it into my pocket with my frozen hands, I watched the boy run in the direction.

This time, nine o'clock in the evening?In the US, it should be seven o'clock in the morning... Kudo-sensei should be awake...

But is there such a coincidence?

Kudo Shinichi, known as "Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei Era", was suspected of missing for a month. In fact, he was infused with APTX4869 by people from the Black Organization, and under a certain aura of luck, he became smaller.

Although it is said that novels come from life, but... it is a bit too bizarre.

But for the scientists trained by the organization since they were young, they couldn't find them after searching for a month. This can only be said that maybe it is possible... There is really only one person working in this organization...

"Let's go and have a look."

I suppressed my inner desire to see a good show and went in the same direction, nerves screaming that my prediction was accurate, but being a skeptic, I was more interested in seeing if the play turned out exactly as I expected.

But how do I avoid these reporters?If it was published in the newspaper, I felt that a group of people would come to my door.

At this moment, I looked at the leaking pipes in the annex next to the Kubado City Hall, and I had a sudden inspiration.

"Yes, I can climb to the roof, then go down from the roof of the annex, and then go to the main building to watch a good show."

The cold wind was blowing on my head, which was about to be frozen by snow in winter, and it was so clear that I quickly put my actions into practice.

The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night is killing people. It is a good time to crawl.

Just like this, when I climbed halfway, looking at the height of more than ten meters below my feet, and at the height of more than ten meters above my head, I withdrew my hand from the water pipe, and slapped my cheek violently, trying to let it go. I wake up.

"Sure enough, today is my Mercury retrograde."

I feel that the most embarrassing things in my life have been done all over again today, and there is a tendency to sink deeper and deeper. My rationality and madness remind me to go home quickly and don't continue, otherwise I will continue to lose my mind.

"Ah~ Shirley~"

This familiar aria, this familiar line format, there is nothing wrong with it, it is definitely gin, and he is also on the rooftop...

I don’t know how a new motivation was generated, and I started to climb quickly. Today I am the Spider-Man in Tokyo, and in such a situation where I need to hurry, I finally remembered the flame ability that I had put away for N for a long time.

The proliferation of cloud attributes, so climbing under the resistance of the black clouds, turned into bouncing and bouncing. My brain clearly knew that this was a manifestation of my rationality.

However, my body was on the road of no return under such a burst of magic power and a strange happy mood. This feeling was exactly the same as another major social death accident that year. The next tragedy.

So, after Shirley fell to the ground, before he had time to read his lines, Gin saw the partner he had just threatened to kill.

Jumping and jumping in the sky, as if playing a jump.