Distillery accountants give Scotland another huge sum of money

Orion's reaction to bourbon was great.

This is what Scotland and Bourbon discussed with each other after they left the tavern.

"Hey, really? When she was chatting with you before I came, she was a completely normal person?" Bourbon reached out and grabbed the end of his hair that was dyed in the sunset, with a curious smile on his face. "On the contrary, after I came, it seemed to be full of hostility towards me? But I don't remember any interaction with her before."

Scotland smiled, fully engraving her naive attitude of asking questions knowingly.

He's a guy who doesn't even have good acting skills.

How did you become a member of the organization?

"Yeah, I already know the mission very well, but I still get entangled in some small details." After finishing speaking, Scotland looked sideways at his close friend who was holding his chin as if entering a state of reasoning, and reminded him with a smile. "Maybe it's just like you guessed, maybe it's a trial from the 'Mad Dog of the Devil'?"

"Then you have to cheer up. To fight against such a wild and unruly guy, you can't just stay rational."

The two talked and laughed as they walked towards the end of the dusk.

The clouds in the sky were covered with a layer of thick fog, and it seemed that there would be a very heavy rainstorm in the evening, and pedestrians on the side of the road were rushing to their homes.

The two stopped by the side of the road.

Bourbon held out his hand.

Caught a drop of icy dew falling from the other side of the sky.

It is going to rain.

Scotland reached out and grabbed the brim of the hat behind him, and covered his head, slightly covering the voices of the people next to him.

"However, Scotland...you never told me why you chose to come here." Bourbon folded his hands in his pockets, looking at the lit windows of the towering residential buildings in front of him.

Those bright lights shone in Bourbon's pupils with a special sense of warmth that did not belong to spies.

He is in order to be able to keep these lights that are on.

That's why I went into the darkness alone.

Then.

What about Scotland?

Didn't he enter the Metropolitan Police Department?

Mingming said when he graduated that he really wanted to be a detective like his brother, so why did he become a spy like himself?

There was a calm smile on Scotland's face, and when his fingertips stretched out, they were wet by a drop of raindrops falling from the sky.

Perhaps the rain was only infected by his delicate skin, leaving traces and rolling down.

His fingertips pointed to a black wooden bird sign on a road sign in the distance, and his voice was calm and firm.

"Because of the crow."

15 years ago.

It was the crow that took the child away.

"Ah." Bourbon thought about it, and he remembered that 15 years ago was when he and Scotland first met.

Scotland went through a lot that year.

Three years after witnessing the death of his parents, he suffered from aphasia, and was brought here by his relatives in Tokyo to meet Bourbon, who was still named Rei Furutani at that time.

Until later, Scotland's aphasia was relieved and he began to speak again, and he did not tell Bourbon what happened at that time.

Zero has also been waiting for him to take the initiative to speak, not wanting to interfere too much.

"It's a child, a child lying on a rainy night with scars." Scotland clasped his hands together, describing the child's figure. "When she was unconscious, she grabbed my hand and begged me not to send her home saying that she would be killed. The doctor said that there were old wounds all over her body..."

Bourbon's face was slightly calm: "Old wounds... child abuse?"

How could such a thing happen to the country he loves!

If true, then the child's situation...

Scotland's head sideways, without any smile on his face, was unprecedentedly serious.

A five-year-old child.

What can be done that will make people want to kill?

"I wanted to ask the prosecutor's relatives in Tokyo to help investigate the child, but the relatives said that her parents died on the day she escaped. The child was originally going to be sent to the orphanage where you were, but was taken by Tottori on the way. Adopted by a wealthy family in the county."

"Tottori Prefecture..." Bourbon read the name of this area.

Since coming to the organization.

This area appears at high frequency in Bourbon's ear.

Does Scotland think that the child 15 years ago was adopted by an organization?

The raindrops are getting bigger and bigger.

Scotch's leather hoodie began to collect water, running down the brim of his hat, and the cat's eyes began to deepen in the rain.

"Bourbon, that child's parents were killed."

"..." Bourbon.

damn it.

It's going to rain again.

Rino Kawai sat in the darkened area, her home not at all home.

Because there is only a simple bed board with a black quilt on it, and a fruit knife under the pillow.

Sleep with a fruit knife on your pillow.

This is a habit she has cultivated for 15 years.

Lying on the pillow without that kind of hard object feeling will make her very insecure and difficult to fall asleep.

The curtains are drawn.

There is a bluetooth speaker in the corner of the room, she connects to her mobile phone and plays the music to the maximum.

The loud heavy metal music covered the sound of rain all over the world, and also made the nearby residents seriously dissatisfied.

Kawago Rino was annoyed by Bang Bang Bang's knock on the door.

She sat on the bed, folded her legs and listened to the cursing coming from outside the door, without thinking about it.

It's time to move again.

Belmode is no stranger to the unstable living environment of Kawai Rino. Every time it rains, he will come to Belmode the next day and ask Belmod to find another place for him to live in.

This is another quirk of Mad Dog besides the complete ban on contact with the opposite sex.

"I really can't find a place for you to live in. I have searched for all the places in Tokyo that can accommodate people over the years. If you want to change places now, the bridge hole seems to be very suitable for you." Bellmode's voice Especially helpless on the phone.

Chuanhe Rino started his unreasonable troublemaking mode again: "I don't care, if you don't find me a place to live, I don't guarantee that I won't do anything to make trouble. You will be more troublesome at other times!"

"There's something wrong with you..." Belmode cursed, then sarcastically calmed down. "By the way, you just have something wrong, crazy."

"That's it. Find it for me tonight. I want to live there."

Kawai Rino's phone hung up quickly, making Belmode on the other side look stinky.

Looking at Belmode, who was talking to him about organizing interesting things with a pleasant face last second, Bourbon tilted his head curiously and asked with a smile: "What's the matter? Is there anything that can't be solved? Tell me and let me solve your problems for you." How about?"

"This is a big trouble..." Belmode sighed and retracted the phone, shaking his head helplessly.

The exquisite western food on the table in front of him has become unappetizing.

Disgusting lunatic.

"Is it Orianko?" Bourbon picked up the tissue next to him, wiped his lips, and smiled faintly. "If you guess wrong, pretend I didn't say it."

"As expected of an intelligence expert, that's right, he's that lunatic. That guy doesn't know what's wrong with him. He never goes on missions when it rains. He hides somewhere alone. He disappears completely and loses contact until the rain and dew stop. Appeared. It’s like treating rainwater as a horrible substance like sulfuric acid. If you touch it, you will die. If you can, I really want to pull her out on a rainy day and let her be drenched in rainwater. It would be better if you died on the spot, hum."

Bourbon became interested: "Oh? Really? I heard that Orianko grew up in an organization. Why do you have such a habit and you don't even know?"

"I don't have time to explore the inner world of a madman. If you are interested, why don't you negotiate with this madman?" Belmode clapped his hands, "By the way, it just so happens that this matter can be entrusted to you Mr. Bourbon, who is omnipotent and omnipotent, go and find a place for Orianko to live."

"..." Bourbon's tense body was slightly loose, his shoulders naturally drooped, and he smiled intriguingly. "OK."