In the brightly lit hotel lobby, the police set up a cordon.

The boy in a black coat was lazy and opened his mouth.

"You are the murderer, Miss Yuki."

The woman who was comforted by her friends whispered to her suddenly froze. Before she could refute, the friend who comforted her next to her could not stand.

"What are you talking about! How could Yuki be a murderer? She is so kind..."

"Jealousy is really a terrible thing, are you right? Miss Yuki." The boy in black ignored the other party's accusations, just sighed and said in a look of compassion.

"The boyfriend who gradually lost his love is more focused on his cheerful and excellent friends, and he is gradually attracted by the other party..."

"This trip is also the last trip before the breakup."

"That gentleman should be preparing to formally break up with Miss Yuki after the trip. Unfortunately, Miss Yuki learned about this in advance and was ready to make it impossible for him to say it."

"After all, dead people will not cheat or break up, right?"

It was a teenager who looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, with unfading baby fat on his face, black slightly curly hair, fair skin, right eye wrapped in bandages, and exposed kite-colored left pupils.

The black coat and suit looked a little loose on him. He stood lazily, watching the found murderer kneeling on the ground without any power, crying.

"It's so boring." He said this, ready to turn around and leave.

The sharp-eyed policeman rushed forward and stopped him.

"What's this guy's name?"

The black-haired boy blinked, and a dark stream of light seemed to pass through the vulture eyes.

"Tzushima, Tzushima Yuyu, my name." He said this, with a smile on his face.

He ignored the officer who praised him, turned around and left, waved his back to the other party.

Standing at the door, he took out his cell phone and knocked on it a few times.

[Come and pick me up—cahors]

Half a minute later, a reply was received.

[Address-gin]

...

[…Address—cahors]

The man sitting in the passenger seat spitted a cigarette, snorted coldly and threw the cigarette butt down.

“Vodka, go to the Rice Hotel.”

"Yes! Big Brother."

Vodka started the car hard.

"Brother, do you have any tasks?" he couldn't help asking.

After all, it’s not like Brother Gin’s style that suddenly proposed to go to a hotel during the day!

"Task? Hum." The silver-haired man smiled in an unknown way.

"Just go and pick up a troublesome little devil."

Vodka was in shock.

Even Brother Gin thinks it’s so troublesome.

etc……

Talking about troublesome little guy...

"Is Kao back?" Vodka asked inexplicably.

"That's right, it's that troublesome little guy." Gin simply admitted his guess.

ah……

If it is Kao, vodka will not be surprised at all.

After all, he has witnessed the troubles of Kao with his own eyes.

Thinking of the other party's suicide three times a day on average, and the Gin Big Brother who had to protect the other party from actually dying...

Vodka silently drives.

Brother Gin, you are so hard!!!

...

Standing at the entrance of the hotel, I waited for more than ten minutes, a black Porsche 356a was parked in front of him.

He didn't care at all, and reached out and pulled open the door of the back seat and sat up.

"Yo, long time no see, gin."

"I feel relieved when I see your hair is still fine."

"After all, there are so many undercover agents waiting for you to catch them, and I'm still worried that you will be bald."

The boy in the back seat raised his right hand with great enthusiasm and spoke in a cheerful and friendly tone.

"Shut up Kao." A gun pointed at the boy in the back seat.

"Hey? You finally got to think about it. Are you willing to send me to death with your own hands?" The boy was not afraid at all, and even moved to the gun and pressed his head against the gun.

"Just pressing this gently, my wish can be fulfilled." The boy smiled with satisfaction and desire.

"Please, let me wake up from this decadent world." He said this, his only child-colored eyes that were exposed on his face with a gentle smile were dead silent.

"You lunatic." Gin took back the gun, meaning unknown.

"The boss is not going to die for you to come back. You have to work hard for the organization, Kao." The silver-haired man said.

The boy lowered his eyes regretfully and looked at the scenery passing by outside the window empty.

[Dazai Osamu's personality fit 90%]

[Come on, host! It's just 10% away! You can open a new vest!]

The boy turned around and asked the man as if he had heard nothing.

"Who is my partner?"

Gin ignored him.

Vodka smiled and answered his question.

"What that gentleman means is to let you choose for yourself."

"Let me choose myself? Can anyone do it?"

"Those who cannot be chosen will not appear in front of you." This time the answer was Gin.

It's really interesting.

Dazai Osamu thought of holding his chin.

"Have my residence been arranged?" he asked as if he had remembered something.

"It's arranged, it's an apartment, and the security measures are good."

"But now, let's try your abilities first. I'm still out for so many years, I don't know if I have made any progress."

Vodka drove and parked at the door of a research institute.

"Hey? My [Master Father] really likes the institute..." Dazai Osamu said boredly.

"Shut up and keep up."

Gin ignored the boy's words and walked straight ahead.

The corridor they walked on could not see a researcher, and the end of the corridor was an ordinary elevator.

After fingerprint and iris detection, elevators that originally had only negative one quietly had options of negative two and negative three.

"Gin, A-level permission, allowed to enter."

"Caol, A-level permission, allowed to enter."

"Vodka, A-level permission, allowed to enter."

"Welcome back to the training ground." As the elevator opened, the mechanical female voice said without emotion.

In this training venue full of futuristic technology, people come and go and have code names in the organization. When they see Gin and Vodka come back with a teenager who looks like they are underage, they don’t have any extra expressions. They just glanced at each other secretly and turned their heads to look indifferent.

After all, after watching for a long time, Gin suspected that they were undercover agents and directly pressed their guns against their foreheads. He shot them directly after a disagreement, and the organization would not say anything.

"Go and let me see how your strength is."

“m200,l115a3…”

The boy casually reached out and stroked the rows of guns, knowing the data performance of all guns.

Then he chose a svd casually and stood on the training table.
To be continued...