Stand-in messenger at the winery

"It's rare to see you get up so early." Leaning on the door frame, Shirley looked at Sha Luo who was already putting on makeup, "Have you changed all your medicine?"

"I've changed it." After replacing the band-aid on his face with a flesh-colored one, Shaluo put on a pair of loose long-sleeved trousers to better cover up some scars.

"Here," Shirley handed over a silk scarf, "This is the latest style of xxx, please don't get it dirty."

"Thank you." Blowing a kiss, Sharo covered the bruise on his neck with a silk scarf.

Gin was really ruthless.

The long windbreaker hangs down to the knees, Shaluo patted the hand/gun on the back waist, squeezed the dagger in the boots, and finally checked the bug in the pocket, showing a refreshing smile to Shirley, "I How about now?"

"It looks all right, but," she answered in a drawn out voice, "I don't think it's going to be of much use to my sister."

"Heh," Miyano Akemi, who was driving ahead, sneered, "Do you remember what you told me earlier, Sharo?"

"I'm sorry..." He held Shirley in front of him guiltily to block himself, and Sharo quietly revealed one eye, "Yesterday, Zhibao already told me, so please forgive me this time, Miss Mingmei!"

The little girl who was used as a shield folded her arms and neither refuted nor agreed.

"I really can't do anything about you." After talking, Mingmei looked at the restaurant in front of her. "Whenever I can balance Shiho's calmness with your rashness."

After parking the car, she turned her head, "Before getting out of the car, put down all the gadgets on you, Shaluo."

His expression froze, Shaluo slowly pulled out the pistol/gun from his back waist, "There are more." Mingmei didn't open the car door.

Shirley took out the dagger from Sara's right boot.

"Ada is a good person." Shaking her head, Mingmei felt a little helpless, "Don't be like this."

So Shaluo took out the small knife in his left boot with a sullen face, and raised his hands, "I really don't have any other weapons with me."

The restaurant serves high-end French cuisine, and there are waiters to guide them when they enter the door, and the classical music around them is long and pleasant.

The man named Zhu Xingda was already seated and ordered food.

"Ada, have you been waiting for a long time?" Mingmei stepped forward with an embarrassed smile, and Mingmei introduced the two people behind him, "This is my sister Miyano Shiho, and..."

"This is Mr. Morishita Sara, right?" The man smiled and stretched out his hand, "I have the honor to have read your works, and I have admired them for a long time."

Sha Luo didn't reach out, but frowned and stared at the man in front of him.

Mingmei is just a fringe figure in the organization, and Shirley has been in the laboratory all year round.

But as a member of the action team, Shaluo could see some inexplicable danger and sharpness behind his green eyes.

"Shaluo." Minmei quietly bumped her with her elbow.

"Ah, I'm sorry I was distracted just now." Shaluo put on Bourbon's usual smile, stretched out his hand and held the other person vigorously, "May I ask who is your name, where do you live, who is there in the family, how did you talk to me, Mingmei?" Sister knows...!" Mingmei twisted her waist, just touching Shaluo's wound, she gasped in pain, but insisted on finishing her sentence.

"I'm sorry, this guy is just reckless haha." Mingmei hurriedly smoothed things over.

"It's nothing," but Zhu Xingda was not angry, "Please sit down first." After speaking, he opened the chairs for the three ladies.

"It looks pretty good." Shirley, who had been observing secretly, whispered to Sharo.

"I think it's a bit fake," and Sharo also bluntly said, "I hate him."

Zhu Xingda's eyes glanced at the silk scarf around Shaluo's neck, and without saying anything, he handed over the menu, "I made the decision before and ordered the dishes first. You can see if there are any foods that are not to be eaten, so that the kitchen can modify them."

Shaluo glanced at her. She has a very picky habit of not eating celery, and judging from the menu, he seems to have avoided this very well.

Sister Mingmei should have told him in advance.

The advantage of French cuisine is that dishes are served in order, people always have something to do, and there is no need to worry about the silence. The voice of the resident singer on the side is low and melodious, the candles at the table are on and off, and the knife and fork in Shaluo's hand are triggered A crisp buzzing sound caught the attention of the man opposite.

"You haven't said how you met Miss Mingmei." She wiped her mouth with a tissue, her lipstick was almost gone, but the warm yellow light covered her pale face after being injured.

As long as she digs out enough information, she can check this "Zhu Xing Da" thoroughly when she goes back.

At that time, if he has any dark history, she will show it to Sister Mingmei. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Shaluo's mouth.

"Ah, this," he exchanged an obtrusive look with Sister Mingmei, and then he said as if he had obtained permission, "Speaking of which, it's still a troublesome oolong..."

While listening carefully, Shaluo and Shirley looked at each other from time to time, and the two took turns to ask some questions, quite tricky to find fault.

"It turns out that Mr. Zhuhoshi has stayed in the United States before," Sha Luo frowned, "What a coincidence, Shiho and I have also stayed in the United States."

"I don't know if you have the habit of going to church on weekends?" She tilted her head, and after receiving a negative answer, she continued, "I saw a lot of people in the United States who are vegetarians, have Mr. Zhuhoshi tried it. "

"Haha, I'm still reluctant to part with these delicious meats." Cutting a piece of lamb chops, he answered like this.

"Me too." Nodding, Shaluo filled in his mind's religion, eating habits, etc., and estimated that it could almost be unlocked.

His height and weight can be measured visually, and he also gave his address just now, and his family members seem to be abroad... He studied in the United States, and met Miss Mingmei because of a car accident.

With a cold snort in his heart, Sha Luo was disdainful, who knows if this guy was interested in Sister Mingmei and deliberately rammed into the car.

"Speaking of which," he kept answering the two younger sisters' questions with a good temper, but now he changed the subject, "I think Morishita-sensei seems to be injured, is it okay?" He smiled, "Your fans will It hurts a lot."

"It was just an accidental fall." Sha Luo didn't change his expression, "And after going through this experience, it will be more realistic for me to describe the injuries of characters in novels in the future."

After speaking, she gently tugged on the silk scarf to make sure it was still on her neck.

"Alas," Mingmei sighed, and successfully made Shaluo tighten her tail. "This guy is so reckless." She looked at Sharo sadly, "When will I learn to cherish myself, Shaluo."

"I'm sorry──" Sharo said skillfully.

"It won't happen next time." Biting the spoon to help her complete the next sentence, Shirley squinted at the guy with a bitter face, "Are you going to say that?"

As a result, the topic at the dinner table shifted from excavating Zhu Xingda's character background to criticizing Sharo.

Angrily scooping up a scoop of ice cream, Shaluo was sure once again that he really hated this man!

After eating, Mingmei planned to send the two of them back.

"It's time for me to go back to the lab," Shirley said. "I haven't been here for more than ten hours, and I don't know what's going on."

"Is Shaluo going back to the apartment?" Mingmei asked, but Shaluo's apartment and laboratory were on the way.

"No." Thinking of something, Shaluo opened the map, "I still have some things to go to other places." She waved at Mingmei, "I'll just go by myself."

"Huh?" Mingmei turned around, "But you are still injured."

But if Shirley went back to the organization's laboratory, she would definitely have to pick it up in person.

"Let me see off Morishita-sensei," Zhu Xingda stood up at this moment, "I also drove today."

"Can you?" Mingmei looked at Shaluo.

Shaluo nodded, there is no organized task today, the place she is going to is guessed last night...

The street where Amuro Toru used to live.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Ada." "If there is any trouble, don't bother."

The man opened the car door gracefully, "Come in, please."

Neither of them spoke in the car. Shaluo focused on observing the scenery outside the window. With her unique memory ability, she guaranteed that she was absolutely familiar with this street.

The way she remembers is different from that of ordinary people. It is a natural "photographic memory", which means that she can remember everything like a photo taken by a camera, including memories from a very young age.

Maybe she was illiterate and didn't know the name of the street at that time, but she was able to match the river houses and other scenery with distant memories.

It was really a long, long time ago, when her parents were still alive, she was far away from the dangerous existence of the organization, and she was a little girl who still dreamed of writing stories.

But she had never seen Toru Amuro with dark skin and blond hair.

Is it because of the age difference?Thinking this way, when he reached his destination, before Sha Luo got out of the car, he still glanced at the man in the car.

"Hey," Mingmei was not here, and she didn't bother to pretend, "Tell me, how much will you be willing to leave Miss Mingmei?"