How to file a resignation with Gin

Hojo Natsuki couldn't make up his mind, and finally bit the bullet and pressed the call button.

But under Gin's gaze, even the tone of "Hello" changed a little guilty.

The car was still quiet, the roar of the engine and the sound of the tires rubbing against the garage floor became distinct, and Belliana's voice was particularly clear.

"Natsuki-kun, it's me, Belle."

"……Um."

"You didn't reply to my message, you care a little bit, did you bother you?"

"It's okay, just tell me."

She said, "Are you free this weekend?"

Hojo Natsuki said gently: "Sorry, there are already arrangements."

But Beliana asked, "Hey? Is it too busy at work? Or did you have an appointment with someone else?"

He was originally phrasing the words of refusal, but he frowned after the other party finished.

... something is wrong.

So Xia Shu changed his words: "How about next weekend?"

Qin Jiu raised his eyes, and the rearview mirror reflected his cold green eyes, which were so sharp that they almost cut people.

Beliana: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Hojo Natsuki peeked at the rearview mirror, Gin didn't look sideways, and his expression returned to his irrelevant indifference, as if the moment he glanced at just now was just some kind of insignificant curiosity.

Vodka obviously didn't recognize the person on the other end of the phone, and said, "Where's the cute girl, is she someone Xia Shu likes?"

"Of course not." Hojo Natsuki was grateful, and immediately went down the natural steps, explaining, "This is the person brought by the entrepreneur Mr. Takemoto in [Aries] that day. She may have installed It's not normal to be courteous when ordering something."

Only the echo of the phone is certainly not enough to support his suspicion, Hojo Natsuki remembered the windbreaker he wore that day.

"I asked you to dismiss her." Qin Jiu sneered, "Have you had a good chat?"

Hojo Natsuki gave in immediately, bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry."

"I didn't ask you to apologize," he said.

Gin looked back again, his gaze seemed to glance over his cell phone inadvertently.

Hojo Natsuki pinched the phone blankly, unable to understand what his boss was saying—sometimes Gin is so inexplicable, he hides half of what he says, and guesses the meaning of the other half, and he has repeatedly failed in this regard.

Fortunately, Vodka sensed the delicate atmosphere and changed the subject: "Hahaha, Xia Shu, did you have dinner with a beautiful woman last week? That one is also pretty, I really envy you..."

Although the other party was trying to adjust the atmosphere, Hojo Natsuki only felt that the air was getting colder and he was getting more and more suffocated.

"...Vodka, that's Belmode, we're on a mission."

Vodka laughed twice: "That's it."

Thanks to him, the subtle atmosphere in the car seemed to dissipate a little.

Hojo Natsuki waited for a moment, and finally asked what he wanted to ask: "Gin, I heard."

He paused, but modified his wording, with an obvious tone of weakness: "You know, I'm not suitable for taking responsibility, and I have no interest in promotion."

"Organizations don't raise trash." Gin said slowly, "Nor will they neglect talented people."

Hojo Natsuki retorted quickly: "Obviously, I am not."

After speaking, he felt a little bad, but fortunately, the other party was in a good mood, and he didn't mean to embarrass him.

Qin Jiu looked up at him through the rearview mirror again, snorted lightly, and said inexplicably, "It's quite irritating."

Hojo Natsuki: "...?"

……

The weekend is coming soon.

Hojo Natsuki opened the closet, and there were some dull black coats, which were not suitable for meeting girls.

Although no one strictly stipulates that black clothes must be worn, the overall ethos of the organization is like this, and everyone follows suit. In the end, they got the title of "Black Organization" in the second grade. It is a bit shameful to think about it carefully.

He reasonably suspects that the trend of black clothes started with gin, and this person's personal clothes are mostly black and blue; Xia Shu bought him coats of other colors, and gin never voluntarily wears them.

Facing two windbreakers with similar shapes, Natsuki Hojo was stuck in the quagmire of choice.

"Where are you going?" Qin Jiu asked.

He was leaning against the door frame of the cloakroom, holding a cigarette in one hand, his jaw line was sharp, but his gaze was like a snow leopard watching its prey.

Xia Shu realized that he hadn't gone out, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Can you choose one for me?"

One off-white and one pure black.

Qin Jiu tilted his head slightly, pulled the corners of his lips and sneered, nodded and said, "It's black."

Xia Shu hesitated: "...Okay."

He had double-spanning peach blossom eyes, with the tails of the eyes twitched up, and he smiled a little when he saw people; but with a sullen face and a black suit, he was cold and lonely.

The reason why Xia Shu hesitated was that he looked so much like gin in this outfit that Shirley would have mistaken it in a blink of an eye.

Xia Shu fastened the buttons slowly, Qin Jiu's indifferent eyes lingered on him for a moment, revealing a bit of deeply concealed joy.

Like a ferocious beast patrolling its territory after a full meal, he asked lazily and very casually, "Who are you going to see?"

Xia Shu subconsciously reported the other party's name: "Belianna."

He regretted it after he finished speaking.Gin never remembers names, and countless people died under his command. TopKiller is not sensitive to names.

So Xia Shu wanted to add, "It was the beauty given to you by the entrepreneur Takemoto when [Aries] was discussing business"... No, Gin definitely doesn't have an impression of him.

...Describing the other person's appearance directly?

Before Xia Shu explained, Qin Jiu thought for a moment, then asked in a low voice with no expression on his face: "Is that woman?"

The coolness in the words condensed into invisible icicles, piercing the air sharply.

Hojo Natsuki was shocked: "!"

Gin can actually remember...?Could it be that he has a crush on her?

In this way, the self who wants to meet her seems a bit presumptuous.

Xia Shu slowed down his tone and asked cautiously: "Yes. Will you be angry?"

Qin Jiu frowned coldly, slowly tightened his slender fingers holding the cigarette, and said in a very calm tone: "...No."

Xia Shu read some unhappiness from his expression.

"Then I'm not going?" He tentatively asked.

Gin has no expression on his face: "Whatever you want."

Hojo Natsuki's first reaction was that the gin was getting angry, and he actually didn't want him to go.

It is quite easy to recognize the other party's subtle emotions of restraining his displeasure.

But he thought about it, Gin Jiu has always been a straightforward man (especially when dealing with undercover agents), there is no need to interpret this sentence too complicatedly.

So Xia Shu waved his hands kindly: "Then I'm leaving."

Gin: "..."

And Hojo Natsuki went out without any psychological burden, and didn't notice the other party's sudden cold expression.

Looking at his back, Gin Jiu suppressed his anger and extinguished the cigarette butt.His chest heaved, and the slender fingers clasping his arms were clenched tightly, and blue veins slowly bloomed from the back of the cold white palm.

He tilted his head, and happened to catch a glimpse of Xia Shu's note on the refrigerator.

The note was nothing special, the fridge magnet was a silly curly-haired puppy, grinning at him and sticking out its pink tongue.

Qin Jiu lowered his eyes and let out a low laugh.

……

The meeting place is a high-end Italian restaurant with good reviews.

The waiter folded the coat for him and put it on the back of the chair, and Hojo Natsuki lazily looked out the window. The restaurant is on the [-]th floor, with an excellent view, all glass windows, and the feasting and feasting scene can be easily seen.

Great position for sniping.

He wore a bulletproof vest.

After ordering, the sommelier pushed a trolley with an ice bucket to open the bottle for them to sober up. Before the meal, there was a very regular white wine. Natsuki Hojo was a little drowsy listening to the sommelier's introduction of the year of origin and taste.

During the meal, Beliana just showed her courtesies without any trace, as if she had a good impression of him, and he dealt with it absent-mindedly.

After dinner, he sent the other party home.

Before getting out of the car, this woman with unknown intentions finally offered him an olive branch.

"...Would you like to go up and sit down?" Beliana said, "There is no one in my house tonight."

Hojo Natsuki was silent, turned the car key to turn off the ignition.Holding the steering wheel with one hand, looking slightly sideways, the warm light of the street lamps traced the clear and straight bridge of the nose.

He smiled, as shy as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and the dimples on the side of his face looked extraordinarily harmless.

Then he aimed his gun at Beliana.

With a "click", the barrel of the gun was locked.

Hojo Natsuki said gently: "Stop. My bullets must be faster than your small movements."

Belliana raised her hands as she said, her blue-gray eyes were like frightened fawns, and her tone was a little panicked: "Are you going to silence me? I didn't do anything."

"Let me think about where to start first." He said slowly, "That's it?"

Holding the gun steady in his right hand, with his other hand over the seat, he took a round tube of lipstick from her right coat pocket and pried open its silver cap.

"The 4.5mm caliber single-shot pistol, the bullet should be cyanide. I have made similar gadgets before, inspired by the "007" series."

"Yes." She admitted frankly, without being nervous at all, she spread her hands and said, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"I don't have this kind of stuff in my car."

Belliana flicked her hair: "When did you first find out?"

"At first. You shouldn't stick a tracker on my cuff. Although it will disappear naturally after ten minutes, it will leave a mark like a water mark, you know?"

That evening--

When he took off his coat, he paid special attention to the sleeves and cuffs touched by Beliana, and he found traces.

"I do know, but I don't use it much." Belliana complained, "Although it can disappear automatically, the effect of the tracking response is also very short, and it will leave traces. The technicians who invented it are really stupid. "

The inventor of the tracker himself, Natsuki Hojo, suddenly lost his voice: "..."

The small bug he deliberately arranged for the disappearance tracker was to prevent the organization from using it on him.

Over the years, Natsuki Hojo has been researching some seemingly wasteful but somewhat useful things. The powder tracker is considered to be quite successful. The organization has used it for two or three years, and it has gradually developed to the point that the entire industry on the gray edge knows that there is such a thing. Gadgets.

He looked down at the lipstick pistol: "There is still it."

"When you took out the lipstick from your pouch, you touched the right pocket through your coat, and I saw a round tube-shaped object... I usually like to make small things with my hands, so I thought of it quickly."

Beliana watched him quietly.

His appearance was non-aggressive, handsome and gentle. At this time, the crimson pupils looked at her figure coldly, which seemed a bit chilling.

She asked softly, "What is Xia Shu planning to do to me?"

Hojo Natsuki shook his head: "It's not that good."

He put the gun back in his pocket, and made such a simple movement with an elegant and coquettish feeling; his fingers rested on the steering wheel, and he didn't turn his head to look at her.

"Your purpose?" He asked loosely, "And what does the organization behind you want from me?"

Belliana didn't move, her gray-blue eyes fixed on him.

After a long time, she said, "We want [Laplace's Demon], and you are the closest researcher to it."

Xia Shu's expression froze slightly.

That is, the omniscient program that the Hojo and his wife were in charge of developing.

Laplace's demon, a devil who knows the past and future of the universe, is an all-knowing wise man who cannot exist theoretically.