How to file a resignation with Gin

"Just call me Matsuda." The curly-haired boy put on a volunteer vest and pointed back, "That's my little boy Ran Hagiwara... Ah, that guy, it's starting again."

The boy named Hagiwara Kenji was already surrounded by little girls.

He brought a simple gift, a bunch of beautiful hairpins, hair ties, and the same belt as Kamen Rider, and he was enthusiastically sought after by the children within a few minutes.

Matsuda and Hagiwara are young tame dyers who are currently attending the same high school.The school required them to provide proof of their social services. This orphanage happened to be close to their home, so they took advantage of the summer vacation to volunteer.

"That's great." Xia Shu showed envy, "School life must be very interesting, right?"

Hagiwara asked, "Don't Hojo-kun go to school?"

"No." He shook his head and casually said the excuse he had prepared a long time ago, "Because of physical reasons, I can't go to school to attend classes with everyone."

Hagiwara let out a soft "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions, as if making Xia Shunao into a sick little poor image.

Compared with the popular young tame dye, Matsuda is not good at dealing with children.

He quickly retreated to the corner and paddled with Xia Shu.

Matsuda: "What is this?"

Xia Shu: "As you can see, it is a hair dryer that can be used for barbecue, making full use of energy."

The eggshell hair dryer has developed a variety of derivative functions from the initial single function.

In the eyes of Kurosawa, it has remained the same, but it has changed from an ugly waste product to a gaudy ugly waste product.

Matsuda's eyes glowed: "It's amazing, can I try it?"

Xia Shu also became happy: "Really? Are you interested in it?"

"Isn't it interesting?" Matsuda said frankly, "And it's also useful for people with long hair."

On the point of not facing up to the real needs of users, Matsuda has the same self-confidence as Natsuki.

Xia Shu got unprecedented affirmation, and immediately drifted away. Under Matsuda's adoring eyes, he nodded and agreed that he opened the eggshell to see the structure, and introduced his newly developed drone to him.

Xia Shu: "The load-bearing capacity exceeds 20kg, and mass production can begin once the cost is under control."

Matsuda: "Yes, it can be used to transport heavy objects."

Xia Shu: "I'm actually going to use it to deliver food."

Matsuda was embarrassed: "Well... not bad, you can send a lot at a time, saving time."

Xia Shu nodded with satisfaction, and continued to introduce: "And considering the problem of food being stolen and robbed, I equipped it with a barrel and ammunition."

Matsuda was shocked: "This is absolutely impossible!!"

Despite a few unexpected episodes, Natsuki and Matsuda generally enjoy talking.The latter showed a considerable degree of admiration for his research and development level, and was reluctant to leave until the sun went down, and was dragged out reluctantly by Hagiwara.

Before he left, he also left his landline number, and said loudly: "I will come next Friday——!"

The onlooker [Hojo Natsuki] thought about it again and again, he had no impression of these two at all, which meant that they were just ordinary people, and Xiao Natsuki probably would not contact them again after that.

A week passed quickly.

Matsuda is very interested in all of Natsuki's inventions, and Natsuki shows him generously.

"what about this?"

"The electric fan can also be used as an aircraft."

"what is this?"

"Electric toothbrush, bullets can be stored inside when disassembled."

Matsuda is used to Natsuki's off-line style of combining military functions with everyday products. He thinks it's just a conceptual model for fun, so he doesn't care too much.

He picked up the mini game console: "What about it? Looks like a Tamagotchi, doesn't it?"

"What is Tamagotchi?" Natsuki asked blankly, casting his gaze at the game console, "...it. Simply put, it can predict the future, right?"

Matsuda raised his eyebrows: "Really? Let me try."

Xia Shu nodded happily, and asked him a series of general information such as the date of birth.

The program logic of the game console was based on the demo that Chivas Regal asked him to help make. After that, out of a sense of crisis, he chose to follow Kurosawa Jin’s advice, and he also seemed helpless when receiving related tasks.

But Xia Shu himself is still full of interest in this program and has been quietly developing it.

One of his tasks is to regularly go to the orphanage to find smart children with outstanding qualifications and submit the list to the organization.

Taking this opportunity, Xia Shu used the children in the orphanage as experimental samples to test his own program.

Due to limited conditions, the observation period is not long, but the accuracy of short-term predictions is as high as 98%.

He instinctively felt the ominous, and kept the matter a secret.

"I want to know my future job." Matsuda held his chin, "and how old I can live."

"police."

"Police?! I hate it the most..." Matsuda was surprised, "No, if you become a policeman, you can beat the police chief, right? Sounds good."

Natsuki: "Then you will die in line of duty on November 11th ten years later."

"Isn't it? Ten years... Then I was only 26 years old at that time."

Matsuda muttered, then called 'hagi', and called Young Tamin over.

"Would you like to show Hagi too?"

Hagiwara would also become a police officer and die in the line of duty six years later.

The two were hit hard, but they didn't take it too seriously.Prophecy is something mysterious and mysterious, and if the "future" can be observed by a simple game console that looks like a Tamagotchi, it would be a bit too much.

"But I remember, November 11th." Hagiwara said flatteringly, "I will be careful."

When Matsuda and Hagiwara visited for the last time, most of the summer vacation had already passed.

"Xia Shu is alone every time." Matsuda asked, "Don't you have any friends to accompany you?"

Hagiwara quietly gave him a reminding look, motioning him to change the subject.

"Yes." Xia Shu fiddled with the components in his hand, and replied casually, "He is very busy, and he will pick me up if he is free."

Hagiwara answered: "Does he not go to school like you?"

Xia Shu paused: "...H-his situation is quite special."

So Hagiwara cleverly changed the subject: "Does he also like to study electronic products?"

"No, his words..." Xia Shu said, "Should be more interested in firearms?"

Matsuda duly talked about a documentary about snipers that he watched recently, and the three chatted with relish until Jin Kurosawa himself appeared at the gate of the orphanage.

"Ah Zhen is here to pick me up." Xia Shu stuffed the things into the satchel, "Goodbye."

The slender, silver-haired boy leaned against the front of the car, tilted his head to light a cigarette, and wore a pure black flat-brimmed hat, revealing a slender and cold profile.

Kurosawa bit his cigarette, lifted his green eyes to look at Natsuki who was approaching, and naturally reached out to pick up his bag full of things.

Matsuda looked far away and whispered to Hagiwara, "Natsuki's friend is of mixed race, right?"

Hagiwara also guessed: "Russia? Britain?"

And Kurosawa sat in the driver's seat and asked casually, "Who are they?"

"You don't have a driver's license yet, do you?" Xia Shu was suspicious, "My new friend."

Neither of them spoke, and Xia Shu was thinking about the omniscient program.

He had secretly developed something behind Kurosawa's back, but usually he didn't dare to mention it directly because the other party was too sensitive.

Today's test results of Matsuda and Hagiwara gave Xia Shu a new idea, and he couldn't help confiding.

"I sometimes think, if there really is a Laplace demon, maybe its carrier is a game?" Natsuki gestured, "The world we exist in may be a large-scale holographic game, and we are NPC. When the Laplace demon comes out, someone will realize this..."

Kurosawa remained silent, with a deep and indifferent profile.

Xia Shu often said some nonsense that he was not interested in and could not understand, and he was used to it.

"Well, what should I do then? If I were a game designer... I would have to make this NPC amnesiac. In exchange, I would give him..."

"Well, it seems that Ah Zhen is not interested in this." Xia Shu also got used to his indifference, and changed the subject on his own, "Just now Matsuda said that top snipers can maintain the same level in high temperature and severe cold environments." One posture for more than ten hours, can you do it?"

Kurosawa laughed sarcastically.

"He also said that a sniper should be strict enough to control his heartbeat." Xia Shu fastened his seat belt, "Even if the heart rate is a little faster, the sight in the scope will jump up and down accordingly. Can Ah Zhen also control it?"

Kurosawa didn't look sideways.

Apparently dismissive of the dumb question.

Seeing his such a confident reaction, Xia Shu thought for a moment and accused, "Then why do you refuse me to watch your training?"

At that time, the other party's refusal was: "I will be influenced by you."

Kurosawa slowly gathered his ten fingers on the steering wheel, and said expressionlessly, "Shut up."

"You're just making excuses." Xia Shu was quite unconvinced, "You can even control your heartbeat, how could you be affected by me?"

Kurosawa stepped on the brakes suddenly, and the inertia made Xia Shu fall forward, barely restrained by the seat belt.

He just wanted to open his mouth to complain, but he turned off the fire in the other party's gaze.

Kurosawa looked sideways, his mood was as dull as if covered with a layer of frost, but his green eyes were so bright that they were about to burn.

He smiled, but with a natural coldness, like looking at the moon under the water through the ice.

The inside of the car suddenly became extremely quiet, and the air was filled with a very faint smell of tobacco.

Kurosawa looked at him, and said word by word: "You want to know?"