My NPC is going to make real wine today

Hello everyone, my name is... Forget it, the name is not important, anyway, the person is dead.

The deceased is currently emotionally stable, lying on the top of the elevator waiting to be found by someone.

The two young ladies in the elevator are discussing the ending of the new "One Hundred Heartbeats" comic.

Damn, the death was too sudden this time, and I haven't had time to read the manga I just got. In the end, mother A chose sister B or sister C, which makes people care...

Thinking about the comics, I fell asleep unknowingly, and when I woke up, the detectives had already started reasoning around my corpse.

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I didn't start out in this job either.

When I was still alive, I was full of youthful spirit and scolded Fang Qiu. In order to save the elementary school students who crossed the road, I was hit by a different world reincarnation special - a runaway truck. When I woke up again, I was tearful and forced to accept this job. Work related to the well-being of all mankind.

I have also reflected on what I did wrong before I was alive, except for grabbing the ice cream from the neighbor’s kid Kusuo-kun in elementary school, teaching love to Xiao Shuran with my good friend Kyoko Hori in junior high school, and three ordinary female high school students in high school. How could I have ended up in such a situation when I wasted my daily life together and did good deeds all my life?

The detective lifted my eyelids and checked the pupils - can you be gentle, although I don't feel the pain.

I work hard and complete every job with quality and quantity, but it’s okay if no one gives me an outstanding employee award. After accumulating a wealth of death experience, I can’t even find a way to get promoted and raise my salary in the future.

What should we do if this goes on?

The detective began his reasoning.

I have already mastered the criminal's method. He poisoned me with potassium cyanide first, and then put my body on the top of the elevator to prolong the time of discovery so that it can be used as an alibi.

But I don't understand why he wants to kill me.

The memory of an npc character is not complete, but it usually contains information related to the murder that is about to happen, but I searched back and forth several times in my brain, which is so barren that a mouse will scold "poor x" when it falls in, and I can't find it. No evidence that I knew the killer.

...It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

The prisoner knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, saying sorry to my dead body.

It doesn't matter, I'm dead, I can't just forgive you with a smile.

……

Hi everyone, it's me again.My name is... Forget it, names don't matter.

The NPC drawn this time is a policeman, has passed the National Civil Service Class I Examination, and is currently working in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division, with a title of police department supplement.

male.

First things first, I personally oppose any gender discrimination, but I feel a little numb every time I get a male card because I identify as a female.

When going to the bathroom... you know that.

What's more terrible is that some male npcs bring their own girlfriends. Every time at this time, I will lose my feelings for the first time and break up.

For this reason, he was killed by his ex-girlfriend twice.

After his death, he was accused of this man's incompetence!

I'm really sorry, I hope that the former npcs will think about it in the sky, it's not a big deal.

If you really mind, you can entrust me with a dream, and it's not that I can't make some sacrifices to help you prove it.

Fortunately, the probability of drawing a male card is relatively small.

That's far away, back to my current identity.

As a police officer, I have a very good colleague, Takagi Wataru.This is my old acquaintance, not to mention that I often saw him through the screen when I was still alive, and worked as an NPC after my death, and occasionally I could see him wandering around the scene of my death.

This was the first time meeting him as a living person.

Tsuru Takagi and I were assigned to senior Date Ko, and he guided us to familiarize ourselves with the work of the criminal police.

Senior Date is a very capable and tolerant person, and I have benefited a lot from being with him for just a few weeks.

Senior Date always said that I was as good as someone he knew before.When the man was in the police academy, he was the first in every door.

In fact, most of the time I just rely on the NPC's built-in skills. Although I caught the prisoner...but I don't know how I caught him.

In short, I caught it when I came back to my senses.

So every time Senior Date compliments me, I feel very embarrassed, and I always feel that I have to work harder to deserve this compliment.

What makes me a little strange is why I have no impression of him at all because Senior Date is so powerful.It is said that such a character should occupy a very important place in the original work.

However, I didn't know much about this "I live longer than the author" work. I just read some bits and pieces, and I know more about the characters who often appear on the stage.

When I died, it had been out to more than 800 episodes, maybe Senior Date just happened to be missed by me.

Just when I was planning to show my strengths with Senior Date, one morning, the three of us stayed up all night to ambush and arrest a marriage fraudster. When we were about to go home, a different world reincarnated special product crashed into Senior Date who was picking up a notepad. go.

My reflexes pushed him away faster than my brain.

The truck crashed into my body and from the point of contact stopped the world before my eyes.

Once born, twice acquainted, I landed in a much prettier posture than last time, and was embraced by Senior Date dripping with blood.

My vision was blurred, but the shock, bewilderment, and sadness on the faces of my two colleagues were still imprinted on my retinas.

I tried my best to smile at them, and comforted them: "Don't be sad, I may be going home... Maybe I will see my family soon..."

……

It is impossible to go home.

With such a strong working ability, it is obviously not so easy for world consciousness to let go of its excellent employees.

After that death, I have experienced several homicides in different periods. One time, the policeman in charge of the scene happened to be Date-senpai.

He caught the murderer three times, five times and two times, without giving Detective Conan a chance to play.

It was a joy to see him safe and healthy.

My identity this time is a bottle of wine from the winery, code-named Margaret, 29 years old, female.

The timeline of this appearance seems to be very early. The reason why I use it is because I can’t use the year to judge. As we all know, Detective Conan’s 1998, 2008 and 2018 are all in the same year.

It makes me feel that the timeline is very forward because I saw gin when I was a teenager.

How should I put it - it's pretty cute.

At this time, he didn't have his long silver hair, and the ear-reaching hair was soft and loose, like a scattered starlight.His face was half covered by bangs, and his dark green pupils looked like a lone wolf.

I see him all the time at the organization's killer training base.The young Gin wine has no name, but it is already a leader among killers, especially when it comes to sniping with one hand, few people can match it.

It is this rare person who is not talented.

Of course, the main reason is that this time the character set comes with full-level sniper skills.

I naturally have a little more affection for good-looking and pleasing people, so I decided to provide some help to Gin with boundless love, so that his sniping skills in the bottleneck stage can be improved to a higher level.

I stood next to him while he was shooting at the practice range.

He put ten rings in the handle, and I put them all into the same hole.

He moved to the field to practice the use of a sniper rifle under natural conditions.

I lay down with him at the same time, he was still calibrating the scope, and I had already knocked out the target.

He glanced at me from under his silvery bangs, and I gave him my standard eight-tooth smile.

"Boy, you are still far behind, do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

He crunched the gun in his hand.

"You are disgusting, stay away from me."

you are disgusting...

too disgusting……

disgusting...

nausea……

Heart……

how come!I was so kind to help him, why did he say that?

There must be some misunderstanding.

I racked my brains to recall the flaws in what I had said to him, and soon my clever mind understood the key.

Everyone knows that Qin Jiu is very proud, even arrogant, even when he was an adult, let alone when he was a teenager.He definitely couldn't accept the fact that he lost to someone else.

I persuaded him: "Don't feel ashamed, I'm so powerful, it's okay to lose to me. And don't worry, when you accept me as your teacher, I won't tell others that you have been losing to me. Besides, winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs, It's normal for you to lose to me, don't be shy."

"The most important thing for an excellent sniper is to be cautious. If you are so impetuous, you will not be able to be a sniper. You must learn to self-regulate."

"At a time like this, take a deep breath, come on, follow me, take a deep breath—"

Then he dropped the gun and beat me up.

It's a pity that my fighting skills have not yet reached the full level.

By the time I got back to the training base from the hospital with a plaster cast, Rum had already taught me a lesson about Gin's behavior of having no colleagues.

I sighed beside me.

"That is to say, if you want to fight with me, we can go to other venues and make trouble in the sniper range-too immature."

Rum quickly grabbed the gin that was about to move, and said to me with an indescribable expression: "Margaret, you have nothing to do, go home and rest, you don't need to go out for missions during this time."

When the second boss spoke, I was naturally happy.

After two days of salting fish at home, Gin came to him.The boy was wearing a black windbreaker, and the hem of the golden autumn cold wind was blown by the wind, and the broken hair on his forehead was like a lake in the sun, hiding his dark green gemstone eyes.

"Although you are a bit disgusting woman, your ability is still passable. Tell me how you did it."

"You finally figured it out!" I pushed open the door with my good arm and invited him in.Open the cupboard, put the tea set on the dining table, boil water, and prepare tea.A set of movements is smooth and flowing.

"Don't do such time-wasting things, I don't drink tea."

"I'll drink." I didn't talk nonsense to him, the hot water was boiled, and the tea was put in, "Please pour me a cup."

Young Gin looked up at me with his eyes and nostrils, picked up the kettle and poured water for me. "You'd better not waste my time—"

I interrupted his long-winded words: "Okay, offer me this cup of tea, and I will be your master."

"What?" Gin's veins bulged on the back of his hand holding the handle of the kettle.

"Don't you know? Serving tea is worshiping the teacher!" I thought that Japan might not have this rule, and explained: "This is the habit of country X, but now it's mine."

Gin seemed to endure a few moments before he took out the gun in his waist and shot me in the head.

Young people are like this, they can't hold their breath, and I haven't told him that "a teacher for a day is a father for life".

"Can you teach me now?"

I looked at him disapprovingly: "Look, I told you that you need to change your quick temper. We snipers sometimes lie in ambush for hours or even days. How can you become an excellent sniper when you are so impetuous?" ?”

Gin put on a sinister smile, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

I raised my hand with the plaster cast on it to show him, with a melancholy expression on my face, "You don't care about beating me like this, after all, you are still a child. But because of the inconvenient hands, the teacher has I have encountered many difficulties in life, for example - I left a lot of clothes unwashed, or..."

Gin's gun was aimed at my head.

"Death, or teach me sniper skills, you can still choose one now."

Wow, it's time for multiple choice questions.

I got a little excited to show my respect for the topic and the person who made it, and then slowly walked forward a few steps, putting my head on the barrel of the gun.

Juvenile Gin is already taller than me, I have to look up at him from this distance.

"Shoot, I will entrust you with my funeral, my only disciple—remember to wash the clothes in the dirty clothes basket, and burn them with my body when the time comes, those are the clothes I like very much .”

An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on Qin Jiu's face.

In the humanitarian spirit of caring for disciples, I asked earnestly, "Are you constipated?"

He replied to me with one word "Get out!"

Of course I knew it was impossible for him to do it.No matter how big the future gin wine is, he is now a little killer who doesn't even have a wine name. If he kills me, a senior member of the organization with a wine name, maybe he will also pay for his life.It's not worth it.

But asking him to do my laundry himself seems a little too much.

I sat on the couch watching Gin on the phone and bought a new washing machine to be delivered to my house to replace the old one that had long since broken down, and stuffed all my dirty clothes into it.

Look at his posture as if he is going to stuff the corpse into the cremation furnace.

I saw that he was not in a good mood for some reason, and was afraid that he would be depressed, so I sincerely advised: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and see the shore. Almighty, put down the butcher knife as soon as possible, and you will become a Buddha immediately."

He slammed the empty laundry detergent bottle against the wall behind me without looking back.penetrating.

Worker Xiaoqin worked diligently for me for two days, and we stepped into the gate of the sniper training ground.

I swore to him: "I, Margaret, will pass on to you what I have learned all my life."

Gin snorted at me through his nose.

After I actually started teaching and training, I discovered a problem that I had never thought of.

My full-level sniper skill comes with the human design. As long as I pick up the gun, my body will tell me how to shoot.

In other words... I don't know how to teach at all.

"That's it... just hit it..."

Gin's eyes looked at me from behind his bangs.

I swallowed, "How about...I'll call you and you can figure it out yourself?"

Gin laughed out of breath: "How can you fight this half of your disability—" He seemed to realize that this half of the disability has nothing to do with him, so he closed his mouth again.

"That's not a problem," I said, confidently removing the bandages and cast from my hands and turning my arms back and forth.

Gin's eyes fixed on my flexible arms.

"Your arm wasn't hurt that badly at all."

I nodded as a matter of course: "Yes."

"Then why do you need a plaster cast?" There were veins bulging on his forehead.

I looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and leaned over and whispered, "This way I can take a paid vacation—"

Qin Jiu tensed up for a long time, then sighed: "Forget it."

The understanding of this student, Qin Jiu, is very good. With this method that I, a master, also think is unreliable, he was stunned to figure out his own shortcomings through imitation and learning.

In just two weeks, his sniping speed has been increased to 100 shots in 10 seconds within 6 yards of the static shooting range, and every shot is red.

"I am indeed a genius master." I sighed while sipping the milk tea my apprentice Xiaojing had.

The apprentice rolled his eyes, as if he was too lazy to refute, and suddenly he held a sniper rifle and showed a sincere smile.I asked him what he was laughing at.

"Because I don't have to see your face in the future."

Not necessarily.

Within a few days, the organization sent out a task asking me to take him.

Look, I just said this kid is still too naive.

The young Qinjiu was too aggressive and showed his flaws in the task. I, the master, did my part to descend from the sky to save him from the fire and water.

The silver-haired boy in black poked his neck in disbelief.

I can understand.

A genius boy like him is good in everything, but his spirit is too high and he can't stand blows and setbacks.

"I told you a long time ago that a good sniper must be as calm as a hunter. You can wait for days and nights. The more anxious you are, the easier it is for the enemy to catch your opening. We are poisonous snakes in the night, It is even more important to completely hide yourself in the dark, and strike at the best time. You child still has a lot to learn."

Qin Jiu thought for a while, then came back to his senses and sneered: "You are only 13 years older than me, don't call me by such disgusting names——"

Is it rare to be 13 years older?I'm telling you, by the age of my noble soul, I'm... wait, I'll do the math.

When I died, I had just entered university, two months short of my eighteenth birthday.I have been reincarnated so many times after death, but they are all fragmented time. When I think about it carefully, it seems that it is not much bigger than the current gin?

Tsk, never mind, a big day will be big!

"Brother Kurosawa, please show respect to your master, Miss Margaret."

Gin's attitude towards me is much better than when we first met, but respect is not considered, after all, he has a gloomy face towards everyone, wasting his beauty for nothing.

But if I had to choose whose hands to die at, I'd rather die with him.At least the last picture I saw before I closed my eyes was pretty good.

In this way, in the next life, if you draw an ID card, you may be able to draw a good-looking one.

I found that I was a little confused when I was hunted down by the organization.Because I have dedicated myself to the organization, I am lazy and careful, I really don't know why the organization wants to kill me.

I killed the first two killers who came after me, and the third one was my apprentice.He blocked me in some underground garage, and I asked him why the organization wanted to kill me.

He said: "The organization can't stand the existence of dirty rats. It has been discovered that you are an undercover agent. Give up your resistance and I will let you die quickly."

His expression was calm, and the dark green eyes looking from under the bangs looked like lakes without temperature in the moonlight at night.

That's what I said so hard to understand.

I'm undercover?

I do not know how!No one told me that this time the character design is an undercover agent! !Which department am I from?

Oops, it can't be that I work too hard and arouse the jealousy of my colleagues, and I was framed, right?

What should I do, I'm a little numb.

I stared at the handsome and beautiful apprentice for a while, and asked him: "After completing this task, you should have an official codename, right?"

The silver-haired boy nodded slowly.

I smiled: "Okay, then I will give you this life as a gift, and I wish you a code name in advance."

As for the fact that the winery will be full of water in the future, don't tell him for now.

I didn't intend to resist, the first two killers had exhausted my body to the point of exhaustion, and no one knew better than me the strength of this young man whom I personally taught.

Since there is no escape, it is better to enjoy death.

This is the first time that someone has been shot to death.

The boy raised his gun at me.

I looked at his silver shattered hair brushing against his earlobe and suddenly said, "Kurosawa seems to be very suitable for long hair."

Bullets loaded.

"Oh, by the way, remember to take away the washing machine at home, it's a new one, don't waste it."

I waited for a while, and my tone became helpless.

"The arm holding the gun must be steady, a slight shake will cause inaccuracy, you are a professional killer, don't let me down."

"Move a little to the left and relax your wrist."

"Once you shoot, don't hesitate."

Junior Gin pulled the trigger.

As expected of my proud disciple, he hit the red heart with a single shot.

……

Hello everyone, I am dead and I am alive again.

My name is... I have many names, and my name in this life is Qingshuiliang.

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