Stand-in messenger at the winery

"Hey, Gin, are you angry?" Belmode's voice rang on the other end of the phone, and she seemed to be in a good mood, "This is not like you."

And Gin has returned to his usual calm look, he ignored the vodka that helped Sharo up, but lit a second cigarette, "If you're calling just to say such boring things, then there's nothing to say It's gone."

"Of course not," Belmode's voice became more serious, "I just came to remind you."

"Sara Morishita is the 'Countreau' of the organization, and her ability will be used by the organization." At this point, she paused for a moment before speaking slowly, "Not yours."

"Hmph, is this the support that little girl gained by betrayal?" Qin Jiu took a puff of cigarette, and the thin mint smell wafted to the tip of Sha Luo's nose, "It's really funny."

"And for me, those who have betrayed once will have a second time." His tone gradually became dangerous, "This time it was me, and next time, it may be this organization."

"Shouldn't we praise the little girl for her good studies?" Belmod heard the words, but understood that Gin Jiu had listened to the advice and would not attack Sha Luo again in a short time. "Cunning, cunning, decisive, ambitious, But they are all good qualities in the dark world."

"She's not far off."

"Don't let irrelevant things cloud your judgment," Belmode said meaningfully, "other members of the organization don't think so, including Bourbon, who got the code name with her."

"That's not an easy role either."

The phone was hung up, and Vodka had already let go of Shaluo's hand, and silently walked to a corner beside him.

Seeing Gin coming towards him, Sharo subconsciously tensed his muscles.

But he just bent down, and the long silver hair brushed against Sharo's cheek, making her hold her breath.

Gin's hands went around her cheeks and behind her ears, and rested on the back of her neck.

Then she pulled a cuff bug from the collar of her windbreaker.

It was a style commonly used by Belmode, and Sharo couldn't help but stare wide-eyed.

Crushed expressionlessly, the sound of sizzling electricity flashed by, Gin showed a mocking smile, "It seems that the woman is not so worried about you," he threw the broken bug on the ground, and crushed it again. Nian, "I'm afraid you enjoyed watching the show, right?"

But as one of the people being watched, Qin Jiu was naturally very upset, "Let's let you go this time... don't let me get caught in the future, Jun, Du."

"I don't have any reason to trouble you." Although he was holding on, Sha Luo still did not show any weakness.

"It's better to be like this." Hearing this, Qin Jiu showed a dangerous smile instead.

Back in the newly rented apartment, Sha Luo immediately threw himself into the bed.

However, she obviously couldn't rest yet. As soon as she lay down, the phone rang, urging her already fragile nerves.

"Bourbon." She thought of the pile of merchandise still in the other party's car, and suddenly had a headache.

Because she suddenly realized when the bug was installed in her collar.

The salesperson in that mall.

She just put on clothes for her naturally, but in retrospect, that superb acting skills may only be able to be achieved by Belmode, and she had a phone call with herself beforehand, making her think that the other party had left Bodo...so she relaxed her vigilance.

Although her stand-in ability formula book can gain insight into all character information, she has so far mastered very few characters in the high-level organization where there is almost no real information.

The newly joined Toru Amuro was promoted extremely fast, and got the code name before she tried out the basic information.

But now—"Please help me deliver the things," she answered the phone, "Room 402 on the third floor, thank you."

Theoretically, the address should not be revealed casually, but she really didn't want to move at the moment, so she reluctantly sat up, and Shaluo took a deep breath, hoping that he was trustworthy.

Maybe it was the delicious food on the table that paralyzed her eyes. When she opened the door, Sara looked at Toru Amuro, who was holding a shopping bag taller than a person, thinking sadly.

"Come in." Her waist was also injured, and she kicked a pair of indoor slippers to the other party with her toes.

It would be best to get some useful information today, she thought as she walked towards the living room, if she could unlock Toru Amuro's formula book information, he would be almost no threat.

That way she wouldn't have to change apartments.

"Is this okay?" Toru Amuro changed his shoes steadily and walked into the house while his eyes were occupied by shopping bags, "Let me in."

"You've come in, what else is there to say." Sharo asked him to put the things on the sofa, and poured two cups of coffee.

Toru Amuro heaved a sigh of relief after unloading his heavy burden. He looked around the apartment calmly, and found that it might be because the other party just moved in, and he couldn't tell anything from the brand new decoration.

Then his eyes shifted to the petite girl.

"Are you injured?!" He was a little surprised, looking at the untreated wound on the opponent's body, the blood was still oozing, but the owner of the body ignored it, and there was even a circle of bruises and paleness on the neck. Compared with the skin, it is particularly eye-catching.

Although he kicked Toru Amuro with a pair of shoes, Sara himself climbed off the bed with bare feet.

Looking up from the white ankle, fine cuts and scratches covered the calf, the result of Sara rolling on the gravel ground.

"It's no surprise." Sharo gave him a white look after adding fondant sugar and whipped cream to his cup, "it's not serious."

This is true, although the gin was beaten hard, but the injuries were superficial, but it was shocking.

"Stop drinking coffee." Covering the mouth of the cup with his palm, Toru Amuro frowned, "Where is the medicine box?"

Looking at Toru Amuro who was crouching down to treat his wound, Sara lowered his eyes slightly, his brows were furrowed—it was the pain caused by the disinfectant.

Several larger scrapes were covered with gauze, and she touched the band-aid on her forehead, feeling a little strange.

This Amuro Toru seems to be different from Gin's efficiency-oriented way of doing things. Although it is cruel in some aspects, it will also show a kind of complicated tenderness and consideration at certain times. This kind of black and white character appears On the same person... it's very interesting.

"You are very good at treating wounds." One leg was hanging under the sofa and let the other party apply medicine. Sharo hugged the other leg. The long silk dress covered the scars underneath. She rested her chin on her knees. Are you engaged in a related occupation?"

Doctor, killer, spy... Several options flashed through Shaluo's mind in an instant, but they were rejected one by one.

Toru Amuro's subordinates paused for a moment, and said nonchalantly, "What's there to say about the past, after all, it's over."

"That's right," Sha Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, brushing the broken hair beside his ears, "I'm just curious, how did someone like you join the organization."

"Compared to me, you are the weird one." The wound has been almost treated, Amuro stood up, "You obviously still have many possibilities, why did you step into such a bottomless quagmire."

"It's too cunning to answer questions with questions." Shrugging his shoulders, Shaluo looked up at him, pressed his fingertips on the freshly wrapped gauze, and blood oozed out again.

She doesn't have a scar constitution, but her blood coagulation function is not very good.

"What are you doing?" Frowning, he caught Sharo's flailing hand, and Toru Amuro looked at the girl.

She stared at herself lazily. Violet's pupils were rare and beautiful, and she looked sad, but there was cold sweat on her forehead due to pain. The thin long skirt was the one he was familiar with, pure and white.

The bright red on the fingertips quickly oxidized in the air, solidified into dark stains, and fell off as soon as you rubbed it.

"Someone told me that proper fragility and beauty can make a man let go of his defenses." Her face behind her knees was still a little innocent, "In this way, you will tell me more about you ?"

The mobile game in Toru Amuro's palm was pulled away like a fish, and a little fingernail grazed his palm, as if it had scratched his most unsuspecting heart.

"Then," he lowered his voice, "didn't that person tell you that men in this situation are dangerous?"

"Well," Sha Luo tilted her head slightly, "I never thought about this question—" She rolled her eyes, and the end of her voice was elongated and slightly raised.

"Because I'm the bad guy."