Stand-in messenger at the winery

"Hmm." Waking up again, Shaluo found that the sky outside was drowsy again. First, she turned on her mobile phone to check, and found that Lin Ye had sent over the information of the Hakata Information House, but she didn't click on it. interest.

In short, let's fill up our stomachs first, and stroke our rumbling belly, Shaluo grabbed the clothes beside the bed, only to realize that he seemed to have only one evening dress for the banquet.

I have to go buy some clothes.

After a little thought, Shaluo tore off all the decorations on the chest of the expensive evening dress, leaving only a simple suspender tube top. Sha Luo shook the wrinkled petticoat and put it on her body again.

Now apart from being a little cool, there are no other problems.

Stepping barefoot on the cold solid wood floor, she couldn't help shivering, and a series of goose bumps arose on her arms.

It was very quiet outside the room, Toru Amuro seemed to have gone out, Sharo poured himself a glass of ice water and poured it down, and he became more awake.

Probably he was trying to find a way to verify whether his information was accurate. Seeing a suit jacket that seemed to be left by a man on the sofa, Shaluo picked it up unceremoniously. After the strange smell, she put on the coat.

[Borrow your coat for a while. ] After sending a message, Shaluo picked up his wallet and mobile phone and walked out of the suite.

The corridor was covered with plush carpets, and she glanced at the ground, and she was surprised to find that the presidential suite next door had already been occupied.

It seems that the murder was just a cover-up, and the deeper reason was that the room was "reserved" for a special person.

【where are you going? 】The phone buzzed and vibrated, it was Toru Amuro's reply.

[Go to the shopping mall to play. ] Sha Luo replied, [By the way, is the credit card with you? 】

It was the card used by the organization to reimburse expenses for two people, and there was only one.

[I'll find you right away, be careful on the way. ] Seeing this, Sha Luo didn't reply, but shrugged and put the phone back in his pocket.

She doesn't like this temporary partner, because the other party always puts himself in a place higher than her and looks at her, thinking that he has an obligation to take care of underage girls. An overly arrogant move.

She has indeed been in a position of being taught in the organization, but it obviously has nothing to do with this soft-hearted man who has just joined the organization not long ago and is still somewhat out of date.

"Let me have a fried dumpling and signature ramen." Sitting down in a restaurant that seemed to be doing well, Sara came up with an operation that Japanese people often do-carbohydrate with carbohydrates.

No way, she was really hungry, even if she tried to cover it up, her empty stomach would not understand the girl's flushed skin.

"Okay!" The uncle in charge of cooking agreed angrily, "Is the guest visiting Hakata?"

"Almost." Giving an ambiguous answer, Shaluo watched the uncle's flowing movements with interest. The side dishes of the ramen were cut into thin shreds, and the last hot spring egg was knocked to the very center. The bowl was full. "Here we come, our signature ramen!" The uncle who served the food winked at her, "Let me tell you quietly, my noodles are the best in Hakata!"

"Uncle, you are deceiving people from other places again!" Someone at the table next to him said with a joke, the thick Hakata accent made it difficult for Shaluo to understand.

"What are you yelling about?" the uncle put his hands on his hips, and said back to the old diners, "If it's not delicious, don't come here every day, really. I'm tired of seeing your old face!"

"Huh? I'm not tired of eating, so you're going to get tired of watching it first?" The man put on a fierce look, then quickly broke his skills, and continued laughing, "It's no use getting tired of watching, I still want to come. "

Serving meals with such human fireworks, Sara felt that ramen is indeed a Hakata specialty. The snow-white soup made from pork bones is mellow and refreshing, and the thin noodles are flexible and chewy. Lots of textures and layers of flavors.

When she finished eating the noodles, she picked up a bowl of gurgling soup and drank the soup, and her stomach gradually swelled up. The portion of a bowl of noodles was much larger than she imagined. Add extra hard noodles!" shouted, and she clutched her slightly bulging stomach in worry.

It's a great time to order.

Facing another full plate of fried dumplings, she put her right hand on her cheek and tapped her mobile phone with her left hand, as if she was waiting for someone.

Not long after, the person she was waiting for came.

"Here, the return gift for the sandwiches in the morning." Pushing the plate of fried dumplings in front of the person next to him, Sha Luo smiled slyly under the warm lights in the store, "You've worked hard today."

"Where," Toru Amuro stroked a handful of short pale blonde hair naturally, breaking away the disposable wooden chopsticks, "It's not as hard as Morishita-san."

After one day's investigation, it was enough for him to believe in the girl's absolute authority in intelligence.She was able to obtain such detailed information in just one night. After he knew the result, he used the power of the police to deduce it and proved that it was so hard. What kind of terrifying intelligence network would there be behind her?

More importantly, does this intelligence network belong to Sharo Morishita personally, or does it belong to the Black Organization?

Although he didn't show it on the surface, Toru Amuro couldn't help feeling a little more apprehensive in his heart, and he also became more convinced of his decision to get close to this girl.

Different from myself who joined halfway, Shaluo, who was raised by the black organization, is undoubtedly more trusted, and has better access to core things, including this mission, and Bell who has a deep relationship with "that adult" What Mo De gave to Sha Luo, only needed a person who cooperated with her, so that Toru Amuro could have her share.

However, Toru Amuro glanced at Sharo, who was joking with the owner, while picking up a crispy fried dumpling.

She wears a ponytail and wears her own suit jacket. She has a neutral sassy look and a girlish sweetness, especially when she tilts her head and smiles with crooked eyebrows and eyes. An organization that sees no light in the dark.

At her age, she should be studying and playing happily with her peers on campus. She will have school trips, worry about exams, and spend time in front of the game console with her friends when the holidays come. A sports club sweats...

Amuro has read Morishita's book, "London Ghost Experience". The cases in it are weird and mysterious, and some bloody problems are exposed naked/nakedly from the perspective of ghosts, but in the ending and some details, it can make people People feel a different kind of tenderness.

Including the ghost who had forgotten everything and was just a faithful recorder of events, in the end, shed tears for the sincere feelings among the living and went to heaven.

Is the person who writes such a work really a ruthless organizational machine?

"Aren't the fried dumplings delicious?" Seeing that Toru Amuro hadn't picked another one for a long time, Sha Luo couldn't help asking curiously, could it be that the fried dumplings in this restaurant with delicious ramen stretched his crotch?

"Ah, it's delicious, but Morishita-san isn't going to try it." Toru Amuro came back to his senses quickly, and suggested to her with a smile, "After all, you ordered it, didn't you?"

"Okay." Sha Luo, who had already digested a little, readily agreed, picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.

Maybe in the future, Hakata's delicacies can also be included in the book, she thought so, let the vampire girl be picked up by a kind ramen stall owner in Hakata, and become the strongest kanban girl, and she is the kind who dislikes her own ramen very much Kanban girl.

"One serving of fried dumplings, take it away." The joyful atmosphere between the diners and the boss was suddenly interrupted by a woman with a face full of frost. She spoke to the boss word by word, as if ice scum would pop out of her mouth .

Sharo and Toru Amuro looked at each other and put down their chopsticks.

That is the secretary recently hired by the mayor of Fukuoka, and also a killer, Reiko Asakura.