My NPC is going to make real wine today

Regarding the speculation about the alcohol content of bourbon, Qing Shuiliang still prefers that he is real wine.

Although Bourbon has done good deeds to help those who commit suicide, people are not black and white. There are only a few weird things like gin. For example, Belmode also has her kind side, and Ley also has his scumbag side. , Temporary good deeds mean nothing.

The most important thing is that three of the five newcomers to the winery are basically sure to be fake wine, one will rebel in the future, and if the bourbon is another bottle of fake, it's still a game, and the winery will be closed immediately.

When Qing Shuiliang was looking at the three of them, the three men were also looking at her.

The door of the abandoned factory building opened to the west, and it was already when the sun was setting towards the mountain. Qing Shuiliang walked in just as it was backlit, and his figure was covered with a halo of indistinctness.

It wasn't until she was completely immersed in the darkness that the three of them saw her appearance clearly.

Qing Shuiliang came here directly after school, so she was still wearing the school's grape purple jk uniform.This outfit made her look younger than usual, and anyone who looked at her would first notice the youthful freshness that was just opening up.

Then there was that beautiful, delicate, but expressionless little face.

She stood in the blood rain with a transparent umbrella expressionless, and shook the umbrella lightly.

As if it wasn't enough, she stretched out her foot and kicked the dying man under her feet, but she looked very respectful when she called the teacher.

Qin Jiu snorted coldly, although she was a little dissatisfied, she still indulged her behavior of torturing the dying.

In the end, Ley gave the dying man a joy.

The girl seemed a little dissatisfied with this, and glanced at him.

After Qin Jiu spoke, the meeting was finally on the right track.

If Qing Shuiliang hadn't made this happen, the organized meeting might have ended long ago.This group of people can't expect any sincere colleagues. In their view, the so-called meeting is to introduce each other's code names, and then explain the tasks. Three minutes is too much to finish.

At least the three of Rye Scotland Bourbon think so.

On the contrary, Gin Jiu had long since recognized the reality that this meeting could not end smoothly so early.

To be honest, Qing Shuiliang brought a person here to kill him instead of a chicken, and he already felt like he had escaped a catastrophe.

As for ending the meeting early, such a good thing is a dream.

Sure enough, after briefly introducing the code names to each other, Shimizu Liang opened her small pink and white backpack enthusiastically, and began to take out everyone's meeting gifts—all of them are new works of Master Shimizu.It is not available in the market.

Qing Shuiliang has been preparing since he heard that he was going to meet a few newcomers, there are real wine and fake wine.

She originally planned to paint portraits of them like gin, but before meeting them, she knew what kind of parents they looked like, which was really unreasonable, so Qing Shuiliang could only take the next best thing with regret, and painted impression paintings of a few people.

Shirley's is a picture of a deep-sea shark.

Ley's is a sniper rifle.

Keele's is a headphone mic.

The one in Scotland is a Suzuki Tower—because Ryo Shimizu didn’t know him at all at that time, so after thinking about it, he simply drew a landmark building in Tokyo, which should be regarded as a local specialty.

Bourbon’s is a painting of the morning sun on the Diwujin River——this painting of Qingshuiliang was painted with the most care and polished for two or three days.She couldn't be happier.

"Come on, everyone, don't be too polite, take your share—can someone bring the two pictures of Keir and Shirley for them? Well, then I will bring them to them later."

From Qingshuiliang tossing the schoolbag, the three men were waiting for Gin to sneer, to stop this kind of thing that would seriously affect the personality of the meeting in the winery. Unexpectedly, Gin seemed to have expected it a long time ago, Shi Shiran lit a cigarette, It seems that they are still waiting with a little pleasure for several people to take over Qing Shuiliang's painting.

Ley had no expression on his face, and put the painting Qing Shuiliang handed over directly into his pocket.

Bourbon put his hands in his trouser pockets, smiled at Qing Shuiliang, but turned a blind eye to her outstretched hand. "Sorry, I don't need to."

Qing Shuiliang was not embarrassed, carefully folded her beloved work into a small square, and then stuffed it into the chest of the bourbon jacket and vest—it was like a rich woman giving a little boy a night of money.Because Qing Shuiliang's action was so unexpected, Bourbon didn't think of stopping her for a while.

"It's all here, just take it."

Bourbon: "..."

Scotland is still the most sensible and polite among the three. Not only did he accept Qing Shuiliang's greeting gift, but he also praised: "Is this a duck? It's a nice drawing—I'm sorry, I didn't prepare a greeting gift."

As soon as he said duck, Gin immediately bit his cigarette and glanced at the painting calmly, then looked back calmly, and puffed out the smoke ring.

Qing Shuiliang was very sad: "That's Suzuki Tower."

Scotland:"……"

Indeed, I really didn't see it much.

At this time, Gin Jiu seemed to have seen enough of the show, and said: "Okay, Black Cherry, you already know these people, hurry up and choose one to confirm your partner."

It was rare for the few men present to find Gin's words so beautiful.

Except for vodka - he had just cleaned the blood off his body and was waiting for Shimizu Ryo to send him to paint.As one of the first members of the organization to know Qingshuiliang, Vodka has never received Qingshuiliang's painting.Obviously big brother has received several pieces.

But the elder brother had already spoken, so he couldn't say anything, and swallowed his grievances alone.

Speaking of picking a partner.

"Can I choose Shirley?" Qing Shuiliang asked earnestly.

Gin glanced at her, and continued to blow smoke rings.

"Tell me something about where your brain can go."

cut!Look down on who!

"Then—" Qing Shuiliang's eyes turned around the three bottles of wine, and fell directly on the bourbon, "Bourbon."

Of course, it was the only bottle of real wine, bourbon that had some relationship with her.

Although the organization said that Black Cherry would pick a partner to lead the area and play a monitoring role by the way, but in fact, the fact that these few people got the code name so quickly is enough to show that they are not ordinary people. If they are not willing, the organization is not good. force.

Qing Shuiliang was also a little uneasy after saying that. She had heard some rumors about Bourbon before, saying that he was a mystic, and that he was more independent than her former partner.It was the first time Qingshuiliang asked for such a thing, and was very apprehensive about the possible refusal.

Fortunately, although Bourbon hesitated for a while, he watched her and nodded slowly in agreement.

Qing Shuiliang breathed a sigh of relief—as expected, Bourbon was still very gentle.

As for the superficial indifference, it may be that he has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.After all, what he is facing now is a murderous member of the organization, not a girl who committed suicide on the Temujin River, so of course his attitude will be different.

After confirming his partner, Gin divided up the tasks, and as usual made a concluding remark with a few pointed threats, and this sloppy meeting came to an end.

Gin walked towards his black Porsche, Qing Shuiliang followed him and climbed into the back seat of the car very naturally.

Qin Jiu didn't even lift his eyes: "Get off."

Qing Shuiliang looked around and turned pale with shock: "About me?"

Before Qin Jiu raised his leg and kicked over, Qing Shui rolled out of the car in a numb manner.Before she could stand still, the car door behind her slammed open.The black Porsche drove away, leaving her with a mouthful of exhaust fumes and billowing smoke from the vehicle.

Qing Shuiliang was choked to the point of tears, he was so angry that he put his hips on his hips and yelled: "Qin wine, you unload the mill, kill the donkey, cross the river and demolish the bridge, and you are a traitor with a heart like an iron man riding a bamboo horse to grow green plums around the bed—cough cough, bah—"

Qing Shuiliang had had enough of cursing, took a few breaths, glanced to the side, and saw three bottles of new wine standing at the dilapidated doorway of the abandoned factory looking at her.After she didn't make a sound, the atmosphere at the scene was very quiet.

This scene is somewhat strange.Rye Scotch and Bourbon moved a step slower than the gin, vodka and clear water, and came out after them.As soon as I got to the door, I saw the scene that I couldn't describe in words just now.

Now one of the protagonists of the story is still standing on the big dirt road at the door, his fair face is covered with blood and dust into a little tabby cat, and tears are still falling down.

Looking at the fallen corpses on the factory floor, I felt speechless and aggrieved.

The three bottles of wine were originally going to leave, but because of this sudden incident, they stayed where they were, so it's okay to leave now, or not to leave.

Qing Shuiliang took a look at them, and stretched out a hand, "I'm making you laugh - do you have any water, give me a sip."

Scotland took out a bottle of water from his backpack and handed it to Qing Shuiliang a few steps forward, "It hasn't been opened yet."

Cool water poured tons of water into his mouth, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ley stepping to his motorcycle, straddled his long legs, and slipped away with a roar.Throughout the whole process, it was as if he couldn't see such a big person as Qing Shuiliang beside him.

Qing Shuiliang put down the water, and cursed in a low voice: "Why is this guy as annoying as gin—"

Scotland, who could hear clearly because he stood too close: "..."

He thought that people in the organization were very respectful, ah no, at least they were afraid of gin.