Chapter 57 Chapter 57 "I refuse."

175.

These words came out of nowhere, and scared me half to death even though I was secretly colluding with the Black Organization and the police.

The premise is that I didn't recognize who was speaking.

Or maybe it was the person who was speaking… the person who was speaking… even if it was Lei, I would feel guilty. However, this sudden visitor was…

Mr. Bourbon, blond and dark.

...Who are you trying to scare?

I finally know where the sinister gaze I felt when I was singing to Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei came from. Turns out it was you, Bourbon!

Honestly, when Rei Furuya discovered that I, Kenji Hagiwara, and Jinpei Matsuda, two police academy students, were together at the same time, he must have been surprised, or horrified? Or perhaps...

Has he ever thought about getting rid of me?

It actually makes sense. After all, if I truly embraced my identity as a member of the Black Organization, I'd come into contact with Hagihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei. What if we happened to chat and something came up, or if I suddenly looked up Hagihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei's past and accidentally found something...

Any negligence may lead to the complete exposure of his and Jingguang's identities.

That would not only concern the lives of the two of them, but would also implicate countless people involved, destroy the carefully arranged plans of the Japanese public security, and even endanger innocent people.

Given Rei Furuya's identity and personality, I can understand why he'd take precautions and do something. But I just...

I was the one who pushed Fūya Rei before, and even if I pushed him to get rid of me, I would still feel a little sad.

It's hard for a shameless guy like me to waste time on internal conflicts. Instead of making myself sad, I'd rather torture others. What's more, I'm a member of the Black Organization who has no morals and no quality.

So I raised my head and met his Bourbon eyes without any fear, without even a flicker of my gaze.

I even deliberately leaned back, slumping lazily into the soft sofa, one leg crossed unobtrusively, my toes dangling slightly, and acted nonchalantly: "Yes, it's exactly what you see."

Bourbon let out a meaningful upward note, a smile on his face as perfect as a mask: "Oh?"

I copied the mysterious smile that Vermouth herself taught me: "Hmm?"

"You're just going to get entangled with the police..." Bourbon chose his words carefully. His smile remained unchanged, but a sharp frost had formed in his purple-gray eyes. "Aren't you afraid that I'll tell Gin?"

"It's okay, you can go tell him." I crossed my arms, tilted my head and gave him an almost provocative smile. "It seems you still don't know enough about the organization, or about me."

Without waiting for him to speak again, I continued to shock him: "Actually, I wouldn't mind if you were to join me~"

I deliberately dragged out the last word, and my eyes moved around him. My eyes and tone were full of hints.

He seemed stunned for a moment, not following my jumping train of thought: "What?"

"You're doing all this to get my attention, right?" I vowed to be greasy to the end, and the more I spoke, the more excited I became. "Don't run away, I understand!"

The smile on Bourbon's face finally faded, becoming expressionless, and his voice grew colder: "Not really."

This sounds familiar...

From what angle did Bourbon spot me and the two handsome guys? Did he eavesdrop? How much did he hear?

I had a lot of questions, but my expression didn't change at all. I continued my greasy performance: "You are just talking in anger. I don't believe it."

Bourbon stared at me steadily, his purple-gray eyes swirling with emotion, which eventually morphed into an ambiguous sneer. He withdrew his hand, which had been supporting my side, and with a single stride, he naturally took the seat across from me, where Matsuda Jinpei had just sat, as if the tension had never occurred.

"Let's stop these boring probing attempts." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his fingertips lightly intertwined, his demeanor filled with a sense of distance and calm. "How about we get down to business?"

I followed suit and placed my elbows on the table, leaning forward slightly to close the distance. I curled my lips and smiled, "Tell me about it?"

"It's simple." Bourbon looked me straight in the eye, his voice lowered, yet with an undeniable tone, "I'll keep your meeting with those two police officers a secret for you today, and you owe me a favor."

I didn't hesitate at all and said, "I refuse."

There was a hint of clear surprise in Bourbon's eyes, as if he didn't expect me to refuse so readily.

I, a busybody, admired his moment of astonishment with satisfaction before adding slowly, "If you help me with one more thing, I'll owe you two favors."

176.

"I asked Bourbon to do me a favor," I said casually to the gin and vodka I was enjoying as a late-night snack, putting down my phone.

"Ah? How else can he help you?" The busy vodka master asked vaguely with his mouth full of food. Hearing this, the fork in his hand was still hanging in the air, and his face was full of undisguised confusion.

I gave him a mysterious smile and said, "Help me find a bad guy who might threaten my life."

Vodka's tone sounded full of doubt. I couldn't tell if he was doubting Bourbon's ability or my statement: "Are you sure?"

I shrugged, cut a small piece of cake from the other side of the Vodka Baby cake, licked the cream on the fork and said, "I'm not sure, so let him try it."

"How could anyone dare to touch you? Do you need bourbon? Tell me who it is, and I'll start first." Vodka paused, put down his fork, and imitated me before, making a phone gesture next to his ear. "Call me, I'm going to kill him."

Yes, this aura is very vodka-like. I twitched my lips, deeply touched, but still had to politely decline: "You don't have to come... Uh, the problem now is—" I said honestly, "I don't know who it is."

Vodka's eyes widened: "Huh?"

I asked Bourbon to help me find the bomber from two years ago. Yes, it was the bomber who controlled the bomb to kill Hagiwara Kenji and other innocent police officers in the original plot, and then on the same day four years later, he used the lives and safety of citizens in exchange to force Matsuda Jinpei to his death. He was not brought to justice until Edogawa Conan appeared.

Two years ago, I accidentally saved Kenji Hagiwara thanks to a metaphysical crystal. After Hagiwara's survival, the bomber's annual fax warning didn't happen, at least not last year. Instead, starting on January 7th of this year, for several consecutive months, the police received countdown faxes starting with the number 11.

At first, no one took digital fax seriously until Jinpei Matsuda heard about it.

Jinpei Matsuda, who has always taken catching the bomber and bringing him to justice as his top priority, believes that this preview is related to the bombing on November 7, two years ago. Kenji Hagiwara has the same hunch. They have been investigating this matter and at the same time, they want me to be careful.

In fact, when they first said that, I had already opened my phone and was ready to shamelessly ask my witch lady netizen for two more metaphysical crystals. I thought they came to me just for the crystals, and for a moment I forgot that Hagiwara Kenji was worried that I would be in danger.

Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara were both incredibly good cops. They knew my presence at the Metropolitan Police Department that day was suspicious, and that the crystal they'd "accidentally" lost, which had saved Hagiwara's life, was also suspicious. But when they realized I didn't want to talk about it, they didn't ask further questions, didn't mention the incident to anyone, and certainly didn't arrest me for examination.

They were even worried that the bomber would reappear and hurt me. After all, the bomber failed in the first place because of me, and they didn't dare to take a chance.

They told me to be careful and not to be in crowded places until they caught the bomber.

They had actually deduced that the bomber hated the police and wanted to create a large-scale explosion to kill the police and more people.

According to the monthly fax notice, the bomber should have actually taken action on November 7 this year. However, it is not ruled out that the bomber is too cruel and does not play by the rules. The police thought he would take action again on November 7, but he refused to follow the script.

But what makes me anxious is——

This is completely different from the plot I am familiar with.

The original plan was to kick Matsuda Jinpei to death, but I have reviewed the plot many times. Logically, the bomber should not have started sending faxes this year, or the countdown to one fax per month.

What's worse is that the anime did not introduce the bomber's real name and life experience. I only remember that he wore glasses and looked ugly.

This makes it impossible for me to help even if I want to, and I'm really scared. I'm afraid that this sudden change in the plot will cause Jinpei Matsuda to die early, and even Hagiwara Kenji...

I didn't dare to think about it any further, for fear that I would have a bad mouth, no, a bad brain.

Fortunately, at this time, Furuya Rei came knocking on the door himself!

Let Rei Furuya investigate, he'll definitely be able to find out. After all, he's Rei Furuya! I trust him unconditionally!

Well, it's not that I don't trust Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara, it's just that they are both still in the explosive ordnance disposal team, with limited resources and authority... Furuya Rei has intelligence sources from both the Japanese Public Security Bureau and the Black Organization, I don't believe he can't find the damn bomber!

Originally, when Bourbon heard that I still needed his help, he was instinctively on guard, but after listening to me, maybe it was my own filter, I even felt that he was a little impatient.

Come to think of it, not only does this allow me to owe him a favor, but it also allows me to legitimately help my classmates from the police academy. It's a win-win situation for him.

As for how to make Bourbon legitimate, righteous, and smooth, that's up to me.

I chewed my fork and gave a sheepish smile: "About this matter..."

"Do you think anyone will hurt you?" Gin's low voice suddenly interrupted me, interrupting my wording.

Gin put down his glass at some point, and his dark green eyes swept over me sharply.

I almost reflexively began to express my loyalty: "But I believe that Big Brother is here—"

"Don't put the blame on me." Gin interrupted me rudely, his eyes still locked on me. "Do you trust Bourbon so much?"

"It's not that I trust him. He just happened to be here, so I asked him to help." I quickly waved my hands and smiled half-heartedly. "Besides, isn't this also helping Big Brother test the new members?"

Gin grabbed my hand that was trying to pull the corner of his clothes, and suddenly smiled: "Want to help me snatch someone from Rum?"

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