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"...No," I laughed stiffly, "I can explain it."

Bourbon didn't speak. He withdrew his scrutiny and said in a relaxed tone, "Let's go."

I can probably understand what he meant. He didn't want to talk too much about it in public.If someone hears something that cannot be revealed to the outside world—then things will be a lot more troublesome.

My mouth... I want to cry but have no tears, I can't wait to slap myself twice.

No, I must not reveal this!I used my excellent brain as a psychic to start thinking about solutions.

I thought of a hundred and three plans in an instant, and then killed a hundred and one plans, leaving only two-one, kill Bourbon and abscond; two, some nonsense.

Killing Bourbon... If it is really necessary, I can certainly do it.But I've been with him for close to a year, and he's actually been really nice to me... a nice guy at heart.

I don't know how many people have been killed and how much blood has been stained on their hands. I think it's ironic that this kind of high-level gangster is actually evaluated as a good person.

But I really do.

Bourbon, Scotch, Minmei, they all have the same soft side.

Glittering like gold.

Unlike a man-made experimental product like mine, I lack empathy.When I was undergoing experiments with Accelerator in the research institute, he even mocked me - "What's the difference between you and my evil party?"

If you can kill people close to you with your own hands, then it is considered a vicious party, maybe I count it?

Bourbon didn't look like he was going to take me home, he actually took me into the bar.

Before I stepped in, I couldn't help but say: "Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Bourbon resisted rolling his eyes at me, and pulled me in by my collar: "Find out, you're a member of a gang, which gang member doesn't break the law?"

That's right... what he said makes sense, I'm already an outlaw, what should I be afraid of? !

This bar is probably his fixed base, and judging by his familiarity, he doesn't look like a novice at all.

The bartender in the waistcoat suit also proves that it is not his first visit to this bar at all.The bartender smiled skillfully at Bourbon, and while wiping the glass in his hand, he said to Bourbon, "Is it still the same as before?"

"Yes." Bourbon also smiled back, "Please."

Then, he took me into a private room.

I was half-forced by him throughout the whole process. Maybe Bourbon was very wary of me cheating and slipping away halfway, and I never disappeared.After I entered the dimly lit private room, Bourbon locked the lock very neatly.

Listening to the crisp sound of "click" from the lock slot, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

This is exactly the posture of provoking a teacher to ask a crime... If I don't answer well, I will explain it here.It seems that the sound insulation here should be pretty good. Bourbon's gun must be in the car, and the silencer is probably there...

From this point of view, this is the best place to execute traitors.

"Now," Bourbon sat on the sofa opposite me, tapped the small glass coffee table with his knuckles, "you can start."

Shall I start my show?

I resisted the untimely complaints and began to organize my words.I wanted to drink a glass of water to moisten my throat, but the bourbon didn't pour me water, so I could only speak awkwardly.

"I didn't go to school," I said solemnly to Bourbon. "I'm not lying."

"You have to know that a person's words and deeds can't lie." Bourbon looked into my eyes, and it was the first time for him to have such a serious look in his light gray blue eyes, "The environment in which you grow up determines your essence."

"The knee-jerk reaction is the reflection of the heart."

"You can understand me. You agree?"

I clasped my hands together: "I agree."

"But, I'm not lying. Not having gone to school doesn't mean I haven't read books, and it doesn't mean I'm an idiot who doesn't understand anything." I said slowly and seriously to Bourbon.

Bourbon was silent for a while, "...I thought there was no difference between you and a fool."

"...Hey, what are you talking about? It's too much!" Normally, I would have rushed to hit him at this time, but the current situation obviously does not allow me to have the usual reaction to his "joke" Come on, I can only talk about it.

"I should have told you that I was an orphan."

I saw Bourbon nod and continued to make up.

——Yes, that’s right.Of course it was fabricated, how could I confess now?Giving up without dying is obviously not my style!

"I'm not lying to you about this. I really don't have parents, but my life experience is quite special..." I thought about integrating some of my real experience into my fabricated story to make it sound more reasonable, " I grew up in an underground research institute that did illegal human research."

"...Huh?" Bourbon's expression became serious.

"The orphanage I stayed in let people from that research institute 'adopt' me. To put it bluntly, they sold me, because the orphanage is very poor and cannot afford so many children." My tone Pretending to be relaxed, there is a sadness hidden under the cover-up surface that is not easy to be noticed.

——This acting skill should be enough to fool Bourbon.

"Institute...orphanage...." Bourbon lowered his eyes and pondered, then spoke again, "Go on."

"A year ago, one to two months before the time you brought me back, there was an explosion in a human research institution due to an experiment error. This incident was reported in the news, you should know." The corner of my clothes has been crumpled up and held in my hand, "I took the opportunity to run out."

"My little white mouse is still relatively lucky, and I haven't had time to do any life-threatening experiments."

Of course, what I said is the truth that can be verified, otherwise, if I get away with it now, I will be easily exposed by Bourbon in the future.

The research institute that conducts illegal human body research does exist—because I blew up this underground research institute.It is also true that children are bought from orphanages, and even the government discovered this research institute through the clue of human trafficking.

The orphanage has also been sealed off, and all the children have been taken over by other orphanages, and the previous list has long since disappeared.Bourbon couldn't find out who I was at all.

But there are still loopholes in this rhetoric. In just a few minutes, I can't think of any better way. Now-it can only depend on Bourbon's IQ.

"Since there was an explosion, how did you escape?" Bourbon really asked this question.

"At that time, I just finished an experiment and was about to be sent out by the researcher." I pretended to recall, and replied unhurriedly, "I heard a loud explosion, and then the stairs began to collapse. The researcher Unfortunately, he was crushed to death."

I laughed out loud.

"I took his pass, opened their researcher's break room, and crawled out through the vent."

The vents are small, but more than enough for my skinny 12-year-old frame to crawl in.

"As for whether there are still people alive... I don't know." I said, "Then just like what you saw, I ran into you in Shinjuku. I had been running out for a while at that time... If you find another If I don’t get a job, I might starve to death on the streets.”

"All I learned was from that research institute. A place like a research institute is usually a gathering place for geniuses and lunatics. Although what I learned there is completely useless, it cannot be exchanged for me. Bread to eat."

I deliberately acted naive and self-willed, but I couldn't help but sighed in my heart.

I managed to get rid of Bourbon’s previous suspicions about me, and now I’m back before liberation overnight, and a bald mouth will ruin my big business, and all previous efforts will be wasted.Even if Bourbon reluctantly believes my words, he probably won't trust me as much as before... He will definitely be on guard against me at all times.

Thinking about it this way, I am a little bit depressed.

But this can't be helped. Who told me to be naturally opposed to Bourbon's position?He is a criminal of an illegal organization, and I am a special member of the government forced to be just. No matter how I think about it, there is no way to HE.

"This explanation is barely believable." Bourbon raised his arms and looked at me coldly.

"Really, what I said is true, and I have confessed everything this time." I said very sincerely, trying to impress him with my big bright eyes, "Look at me, I'm a criminal, I don't even have an ID card , I wouldn’t be able to survive if it wasn’t for the organization, so there’s absolutely no need for me to tell lies, right?”

"Forget it, I'll let you go today." Bourbon came over and flicked my forehead, "Anyway, you're just a low-level person who doesn't deserve to have a code name, and you have nothing to say."

Bourbon could have emphasized the words "unworthy of having a code name"...Damn it, how could he be so vile and just poke at people's feet? !

"Why, what's wrong with not having a code name? Have you eaten your rice?" I was indignant.

Bourbon glanced over, "Haven't you eaten?"

"……ate."

I was silent for a moment, and answered aggrievedly.

Bourbon stood up, unlocked the private room, and walked out while talking to me, "I'll go out for a while, don't run around, wait for me to come back."

He stopped, turned his head and smiled at me, "If I don't see your person when I come back, just wait."

"Fourth, I will stay here obediently and never run away!"

I stretched out four fingers very seriously, and I almost grabbed the ground with my head to show my determination.

Bourbon nodded, and I watched as he pushed open the glass door of the bar and walked out.When the glass door opened, it touched the hanging wind chime, and the silver tongue made a crisp sound when it was struck, interweaving into the noon sun.

After talking so much, my throat is smoking, and I am thirsty.There is not only alcohol in the bar, but there are also juices—probably.

I pushed open the door of the private room and went to the front desk, and asked the bartender just now for a list of drinks.

Orange juice, lemon juice, watermelon juice... Huh, Long Island Iced Tea?Does the bar still have tea?

"I want to drink this, Long Island Iced Tea, is it okay?" I pointed to the line of small words and asked the bar boy.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that the bartender brother showed a hesitant expression at that moment, and he finally said: "Are you sure?"

"Sure." Isn't it just tea?I nodded in confirmation, and finally added, "Wait for that blond haired black guy to pay."

I don't know if the bartender guy knows the code name or not, so I just talked about Bourbon's most memorable appearance.I never asked Bourbon's name, and if he did he wouldn't tell me.

Everyone needs to keep their real names secret. I have only known Bourbon for a long time, and there is no way he will tell me.

"Are you talking about Mr. Amuro? I understand." The bartender smiled, "I'll deliver the Long Island iced tea to your private room later."

Amuro?I blinked my eyes. This is probably a false name fabricated by Bourbon. It is impossible to use my real name if I am here.

After returning to the private room, I waited for my Long Island iced tea. The glass was light orange, with a reddish color under the smudged light, visually it looked like black tea.

This is probably some kind of tea drink.

I smacked my lips as I drank it. This Long Island Iced Tea still tastes good, but it doesn’t taste like black tea, but more like that kind of alcoholic beverage.

Although I don't drink alcohol, this kind of drink with a very low alcohol content is not a big problem. After all, the alcohol content of this drink is not as good as beer. It takes a long time to drink to get drunk.

By the time the bourbon came back, I had finished my long island iced tea, leaving only a clear glass and a few crystalline ice cubes that hadn't fully melted.

Suddenly I feel full of strength, and I really want to sing a song-even though Dr. Yagizawa strictly forbids me to sing.

It's not that I'm tone-deaf, it's just that I can control the air, and of course I can transmit my voice to far away places through air vibration, so the entire institute can hear my voice clearly.Especially during the period when I started to be interested in various types of songs, every researcher could not escape my torture, so Dr. Yagizawa forbade me to sing in the institute to influence other researchers.

I once tried to sing in front of Accelerator in this way - but as the saying goes, if you don't die, you won't die.

After Accelerator beat me up, I stopped completely.

When Bourbon came back, he saw me lying limply on the sofa, and his expression froze for a moment: "What are you doing?"

He focused his eyes on the empty glass on the table, and then looked at me again. Although I am not so clear now, I can still clearly feel that Bourbon is accumulating anger.

I raised my head to look at Bourbon with difficulty, and smelled the aroma of whipped cream with a delay, "Crepe!"

Sorry, even if my brain is slow, my sensitivity to food is beyond doubt! ! !

When I touched the crepe that Bourbon stuffed into my hand, I couldn't help but feel sour - at this time, my brain was basically like a paste.Emotions are extremely sensitive at this time... even a little nervous and overreacting.

Tears flowed down my eyes in an instant, and I choked up and said, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow... Ohh Ohh ohh……"

Bourbon refrained from hitting my hand.

I cried and wiped my tears on his custom-made designer shirt, and Bourbon held my collar with a dark face, trying to stop me from continuing to embarrass myself.

With a dark face, he asked the bartender brother: "What did she drink just now?"

"Long Island Iced Tea, she must drink it." The bartender not only answered truthfully, but also dumped the pot to me.

after that……

Then of course I don't remember anything, I just remember Bourbon's face as black as the bottom of a pot before I closed my eyes.

Although he was already very dark.

***

I awoke in my own room, recalling the events of last night, and sadly found my memory fragmented.I just remember my tears and snot smeared all over Bourbon's shirt... It's good manners he didn't kill me.

"hiss--"

I had a headache, and while I rubbed my temples, I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 10 minutes before my morning wake-up time.

I sat on the bed and started counting down to the wall clock on the wall.Bourbon is a punctual person, and he always wakes me up precisely, "600, 599, 598, 597..."

"3, 2, 1..."

There were several knocks on my bedroom door, and then Bourbon opened it and walked in.

I turned my head, stared at him blankly, and counted the last number.

"zero……"

His expression froze for a moment.

The author has something to say: Don’t worry, Yayoi won’t fall off the horse so soon (.

Only eleven chapters! ! !How could it be possible to fall off the horse so quickly?

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