Chapter 39 Chapter 39 Bourbon's Change
When he woke up the next day, there was no one beside the bed, but the messy, collapsed bedding reminded him that An You was not the only one who had slept here.
Holding his head, he thought about whether he had slept in the same bed with someone else last night, and that person was Scotland. That wasn't right. Why did Scotland come and sleep with him?
An You walked into the living room with a head of aho-haired girl and yawned. Unexpectedly, she bumped into Scotland who was wearing an apron.
Scotland smiled and said, "Good morning, Pomelo baby."
An You stumbled over her left foot and nearly fell. "Scotland, who are you calling?"
Scotland: "You, didn't you say last night that I'm your godfather? So it's not too much for me to call you darling."
An You was at a loss for words: "This isn't excessive, really. It's just too embarrassing."
Scotland smiled and patted his head. "Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore. Did you sleep well last night?"
Anyou's sleep quality is naturally excellent. "Yes, I feel refreshed."
Scotland, "Okay, go wash up, breakfast is ready."
An You scratched his head and said, "I understand."
When we sat down at the dining table, we found that the breakfast was also very rich. There were two identical breakfasts, both of which were rice balls, vegetables, and drinks. When we were at home in Scotland, no meal would be casual.
An You sat at the table. Scotland handed her a glass of milk and said, "Drink this."
An You took it and said, "Okay."
Remembering what happened last night, An You asked Scotland, "Did you sleep in my bed last night? I wasn't fully conscious, I just vaguely heard your voice."
Scotland admitted generously, "Yes, it rained unexpectedly last night, and it rained on my bed, so I had to stay at your place temporarily."
In fact, the windows were closed and there was no rain, but in order to cover up his lie, he had secretly poured water on the quilt.
An You, "Then your quilt must be wet."
Scotland, "Yeah."
Scotland said as he opened the living room window. The sound of rain was still falling and the sky had turned gray. "And it's been raining all night. It looks like it'll take a while for the weather to clear up."
An You nodded in understanding, "Then come sleep here with me until the quilt is dry."
The temperature dropped sharply on a rainy morning, so An You borrowed a Scottish coat before going out. Scottish clothes tend to be blue or black, which is incompatible with An You's usual fashionable style.
However, as the weather cooled down, his blazers, which he only used to show off, had to be hidden in the closet.
Scotland finished cleaning the kitchen, washed his hands, and walked over to him. He seemed to notice An You's outfit and couldn't help but take a few more glances. "You."
An You, "I see you have an extra coat in your closet. It's so cold outside, do you mind if I wear one?"
He naturally didn't know that this was particularly pleasant for Scotland. An You was thin, and wearing his clothes looked like a child secretly wearing adult clothes, but it was quite ornamental.
Scotland's eyes darted past without lingering, then he complimented, "Of course I don't mind, and it looks good on you."
An You quickly looked for a dressing mirror and admired her beauty once more. "Indeed."
Scotland picked up the bass box from the corner and put it on his back. From behind, it was hard to imagine that there was a dangerous weapon hidden inside.
Scotland took a transparent umbrella from the shelf, opened the door and called to Anyou, "It's time to go."
An You stood in the Scottish encirclement, the rain hitting the transparent umbrella, making a small thud.
It was raining in Tokyo, and the air was filled with gray mist. Every breath was icy cold.
The streets were sparsely populated, with only one or two pedestrians occasionally walking through the streets with transparent umbrellas, like ethereal ghosts. The streets were gray and foggy.
An You felt the chill in the air, but he didn't expect the temperature to drop so much that the Scottish umbrella tilted towards him.
At the organization's base, Scotland brought Anyou into the sniper training ground, left the sniper rifle on his shoulder, and comforted him, "You play here for a while. I'm going to go out and report on the mission and will be back soon. By the way, don't run around, otherwise I will be very worried if you can't find me."
An You nodded: "I know. I'm already over three years old."
A one-person sniper game is like this, free and easy, but the accuracy is still very good. Anyoubiubiu, enjoying the holographic sniper field alone.
Soon, I felt three urgent needs.
He dropped the sniper rifle and walked into the building. In fact, he did not fully explore the building and did not know the specific location. He just walked along the corridor and came to the elevator, but still did not see the toilet.
I had no choice but to take the elevator down a few floors, but it was obvious that there were eight or nine floors below ground level. After pressing the elevator button, I arrived at the underground space.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I was hit by a cold air. The entire corridor was silent, with only the faint cold light above my head guiding the way.
The incandescent light extended into a small room. Through the blurry lily-leaf windows, you could see several people in fine coats busying around.
An You wanted to lean in to take a closer look when someone suddenly grabbed her collar.
Turning around, it was Bourbon with a serious expression. His dark skin was particularly conspicuous under the light, and it seemed that his face could be seen clearly.
Bourbon was stunned for a moment, "Why are you wearing clothes like this?"
An You was a little confused: "Why can't I wear it? This is not Pinru's clothes."
Bourbon: "I mean, it looks like Scotch's clothes, why are you wearing his clothes."
An You, "Oh, it's cold this morning, I'd like to borrow it to wear."
Bourbon brushed his hair under the light, his eyes filled with endless fatigue. "I see. I have one more question, young master. What are you doing here?"
An You, "I'm looking for the restroom, but I can't find it."
Bourbon squinted his eyes and looked at him for a moment. His eyes contained scrutiny and vigilance, but after a while, he seemed to let out a sigh of relief. "Don't stay here any longer. Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom."
As he spoke, he lifted up An You's collar from behind. An You was carried away by him like a child who couldn't walk. An You struggled desperately, "Let me go, I can walk."
Bourbon, "Really?"
The elevator is an enclosed space. An You stood in front of Bourbon. The quieter the space, the easier it was to feel the distinct sight behind her. Just as An You was about to turn around, a body temperature covered her from behind.
It felt a little hot, and the smell on her body was a little sweet, like a piece of soft cake that was suddenly brought to his mouth.
An You now discovered that these smells seemed to soothe his nerves.
Just like people like to watch short videos when they are under stress to absorb the dopamine needed by the brain.
The aroma of Scotland and even bourbon has this effect. Just smelling it can relieve physical fatigue and is extremely addictive.
Often before you know it, you find you can no longer leave for too long.
A finger pushed aside the back of An You's collar and scratched his neck with the nail, as if discovering something. "What's wrong with your neck?"
An You: "What's wrong?"
Bourbon, "There's bruises on the back of your neck. You were pinched."
An You suddenly realized: "That one was made by Gin."
There was no emotion in Bourbon's voice, "Gin, did that man hurt you?"
An You: "No, he just grabbed my neck and wouldn't let me leave. He even tried to read me about the organization's culture. I didn't like it, so I managed to escape. I didn't expect his grip to be so strong. The red mark on the back of my neck hasn't faded yet."
Bourbon: "Well, stay away from him next time."
An You turned around and felt uncomfortable being stared at from behind. However, when she turned around and looked at Bourbon's profile, she saw that he had a baby face and looked very youthful.
His gray-purple pupils looked dangerous and condescending. He suddenly lost the courage to look her in the eye. Bourbon, who had been looking around, noticed his gaze and shifted his gaze to stare at Anyou.
An You shifted his gaze.
Bourbon: "What's wrong? You keep avoiding my sight?"
An You muttered softly, "You look fierce and cruel. You glare at me the moment I see you."
Bourbon: “…”
Bourbon was a little helpless, "I don't remember when I glared at you."
An You: "You're still talking, you're glaring at me right now."
Bourbon said helplessly: "I'm not glaring at you, look at me now?"
Bourbon forced out a gentle smile. This was definitely the first such gentle and clear smile he had since joining the organization.
An You looked at it for a while and said, "It looks like a disguise to gain my trust."
Bourbon's loss of voice was indeed a fake, but it was definitely not done to gain trust.
Bourbon observed carefully through the transparent glass and found that he had been under a lot of work pressure recently. He had indeed maintained a cold face for a long time, and there was a sneer on his lips that was strange and mysterious, like a sharp layer of ice that could hurt others at any time.
But An You wouldn't be afraid because of this, right? She wouldn't be on guard against him for this reason.
After comforting himself for a long time, he finally realized that he had made a mistake about a fact.
He discovered that An You had been rejecting him from the beginning, not because of his appearance, but because of his keen perception. It was the kind of self-protection that made him not want to make contact and was dodging as much as possible, for fear of being tricked.
At this time, Bourbon had to admit that this little guy had keen insight and sense of smell. He could determine a person's character and decide whether to approach him after just a few encounters.
Wait, I can clearly let down my guard against Jingguang and wear his clothes openly, but I am more afraid of myself.
Bourbon began to reflect on his own behavior, when he was frightened and when he was left with stereotypes.
Bourbon took two steps forward, put his arm on the wall of the elevator, trapped An You under his arm, and his expression was more serious than ever. "I think we need to have a good communication. Young Master!" The last three words were spoken in a heavier tone.
An You blinked and stared at his short golden hair. "What are you talking about?"
Bourbon: "Get rid of the bad impression you had of me and re-evaluate my image."
An You felt a huge sense of oppression. Although he had a baby face, the aggression hidden in his eyes was terrifyingly high. Bourbon's eyes seemed to want to kill him.
An You: "...But I just want to go to the bathroom, I don't want to reevaluate you."
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. An You was about to speak when Bourbon's hand pressed another key. "I remember now, there's a restroom on the -10th floor as well."
An You: "Hey hey hey!! Wait, I don't really want to go to the bathroom."
Bourbon said condescendingly, "It's too late."
“…”
There was no point in resisting, the elevator was already going down. The sudden feeling of weightlessness made her sway, and her head hit Bourbon's shoulder. I don't know if it hurt him, but An You felt a lot of pain.
Bourbon: "What was your first impression of me?"
An You thought for a moment, "He's fierce. He's too serious and stern."
Bourbon: "Well, that was because it was special at the time. Actually, I'm not that kind of person."
An You: "Even bad people can't realize how bad they are."
Bourbon: "I'm not a bad person. At least you can try to trust me. I won't hurt you."
An You: "Still quibbling. I don't believe you."
Bourbon had a headache: "Then what do you want me to do?"
An You: "Look, you're already impatient after I've only said one sentence."
Bourbon's eyes widened. "That's not what I meant."
An You: "What do you mean?"
The sophistry debater An You suddenly came online.
Bourbon sighed. "Forget it. Impressions are subjective and will take a long time to change. I better go to the bathroom first."
Bourbon led An You to a bright spot, right in front of the restroom door. "Master, I'm afraid you'll have to handle the rest on your own."
An You looked at Bourbon at the door, hesitated, and asked casually, "You, you won't peek at me, will you?"
Bourbon shook his head helplessly, as if offended by what he said, "Master, who do you think I am? I will wait here for you."
An You stared at him intently: "You'd better not be a pervert."
Bourbon's eyes twitched slightly, but he still had a perfect smile on his face. "I'm a law-abiding man, sir. Please rest assured and take care of your own affairs." There was an imperceptible grit of teeth in his voice.
An You: "I trust you for now, please don't betray my trust."
Bourbon gave a helpless smile. "You really do enjoy playing tricks on me, Master. But I don't have that kind of weird habit."
He looked off into the distance, as if observing something, and whispered, "Go quickly. There aren't many researchers passing by this floor right now."
After coming out of the bathroom and returning upstairs with Bourbon, An You patted her chest and said, "It's okay, you kept your promise. I don't think you're that perverted."
Bourbon: “…”
There was nothing more to say as the elevator went up.
Bourbon then asked him, "Where are you going?"
An You: "Go back to the holographic sniper simulation field. Scotland should be back."
Bourbon seemed to have guessed something: "Is Scotland teaching you sniping?"
An You: "Yes, he is willing to pass on his skills to me. He is really kind. You know, teaching the apprentice will starve the master to death, but Scotland is still willing to teach me his experience."
Bourbon wanted to say that it was not necessary, Scotland was not only good at sniping, he was also good at disarming, but Anyou probably didn't know that.
Bourbon walked him to the corridor of the holographic simulation field. "It's right in front. I'm leaving first."
An You waved: "Bye."
Bourbon was so touched by his kindergarten-like behavior that he couldn't help but laugh.
I nodded and agreed: "See you next time."
Goodbye, but see you next time. An You turned around neatly and ran towards the holographic training ground.
As soon as he entered, he ran into Scotland who was looking for him. Scotland pinched An You's shoulders and said, "Where are you going? I've been looking for you."
An You: "Ah, I went to the bathroom. What happened?"
Scotland checked up and down and found no other accidents. "It's okay. I'll take you home for barbecue after training."
An You: "Great..."
On the way back, a new round of rain began and the two of them strolled on the cool streets.
Scotland: "Let's go shopping together in the supermarket later. I'll research the barbecue you mentioned before and see if I can help you replicate it."
An You: "Okay, the barbecue needs some charcoal. I'll show you how to do it."
Scotland took Anyou to the supermarket and bought a lot of ingredients, including vegetables, meat, fruits and even seasonings.
Scotland walked through the gloomy streets, carrying a bag of vegetables in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
The city grew noticeably quieter after the temperature dropped, the hustle and bustle of the streets washed away by the rain. Raindrops pattered under umbrellas, tiny droplets drifting onto faces, bringing a chill. The rainy season city felt like it was enveloped in a gray glass bottle, its melancholy tinge particularly intense.
Water droplets dripped onto An You's shoulders, and she shivered from the cold. Scotland noticed it and tilted the umbrella, "Come closer, be careful not to get wet."
An You leaned against Scotland's shoulder, feeling the constant warmth coming from Scotland's body. It turned out that after regular exercise, the sniper could also replace the role of the athlete, and his body temperature was indeed very high.
Back in the familiar safe house, Scotland pushed him to the sofa at the edge and told him to watch TV. Scotland didn't let him participate in anything in the kitchen.
Because of the humid weather outside the window, the smoke from the kitchen was blown away by the strong wind before it could even drift in.
An You lay on the back of the sofa in the living room, feeling the cool breeze coming in from the window. He breathed in the fresh air. He had just been blowing towards the air outlet for a while when he was discovered by Scotland the next moment.
Then she closed the window in his face.
The original dedicated passage for watching the rain was closed, and An You was so bored that she watched cartoons.
Scotland is a man of his word, and promises made to him are almost always fulfilled. This includes the barbecue mentioned earlier, which, after careful study, Scotland has replicated to a 70% level.
The continuous rainy season in Tokyo lasted for a long time. Scotland's bed could not be exposed to the sun for a long time, so he could only sleep next to him. Anyou didn't feel bad about it.
But recently there have been some unusual feelings, my shoulders are always itchy or my neck hurts, as if someone had beaten me at night.
An You stood in front of the shower mirror, tilting her head to observe, unable to see behind her at all. That was her blind spot.
Something was wrong. Even when he touched it with his hand, he could feel a tingling sensation on an area of skin. Although it wasn't serious, it was still uncomfortable to wake up so early in the morning. An You didn't want to ask Scotland to come in and help him, so he asked the system.
"What's on my shoulder?"
System: [Let me check. Oh, it looks a bit like tooth marks, Host. You were bitten by a zombie.]
An You: [Zombie zombie, will we die?!]
System: [Of course. Furthermore, the zombie virus is very potent. Within 24 hours of being bitten, a mutation will inevitably occur. Not only will the person lose their sanity, but their skin will also slowly fester.]
An You was immediately terrified. [Is there any first aid?]
System: [Usually, we cut off the wound to prevent the spread of the virus, but you were bitten on the neck. If you cut off your neck, you will not survive. So you can only wait for the day of the mutation. Wait for the destined ending.]
An You: [I really have no hope at all. I'm still so young. I haven't bought a car or a house yet, and I still have to pay off the mortgage, etc. These topics make it sound like I have no desire to live anymore.]
System: [Say goodbye to everyone properly.]
An You's mind flashed back and forth like a revolving lantern, with many memories, including every little detail of his time with Sugra. When Sugra was mentioned in his memory, he remembered that he had not yet reminded Scotland to stay away from him.
As death approached, An You's soul seemed empty, floating like a lonely ghost.
An You put on her coat and walked heavily to Scotland. Without saying a word, she asked him to guess.
Scotland was shrouded in shadows, and only then did he pull his eyes away from the cookbook.
Scotland: "What's wrong?"
An You said nothing, but looked at Scotland with a sad look, as if saying goodbye to the whole world, hoping that Scotland could understand his gloom.
Scotland: "Are you hungry or thirsty? Why do you look like that?"
An You: "Neither. Can you see my deep affection?"
Scotland: "Sorry, I didn't notice it just now. I'll take a closer look."
Scotland said as he pulled An You over and sat down on the sofa together. The soft sunlight followed An You. After observing her for a while, he nodded, "It seems that there is a little bit. Besides deep affection, there is also something you want to say to me."
What a keen observer, Scotland. An You said with a sad face, "I don't think I'll live long. Scotland, remember to find a cool place to bury me."
Scotland hummed, put down the book, and seemed to react, his expression slightly more focused: "What do you mean, what happened? Why can't you live long?"
An You's face was heavy. "Because I've been infected with a virus. This virus spreads very quickly and will take effect within 24 hours. By then, I'll lose consciousness and become a hollow person, a zombie wandering the streets. Most importantly, I'll become ugly and deformed."
What he said was so true that Scotland's eyes widened in shock, and his voice became a little dry. "You're infected with the virus!"
However, Scotland's brain was working rapidly. He digested An You's words again and found the logical closing point: "Wait a minute, by turning into a zombie, you mean you were bitten by a zombie. Where did the zombie come from?"
An You paused and said, "I don't know the source either. Maybe a zombie bit me while I was sleeping."
Scotland paused, as if unable to process the question. An You turned away, took off her coat, and showed him the back of her neck. "It's right there on my neck and shoulder. You can see something there."
Scotland was skeptical until he shifted his gaze to the snow-white skin and instantly understood what was going on.
Because the place that An You called the source of the zombie bite looked very familiar to him, it was the bite mark left by him.
Because he could not control himself at night, Anyou always had an amazing sleep quality. Scotland held him but could not do anything else.
He only nibbled on An You's shoulders again and again, and the bite marks left were not too heavy, but unexpectedly An You still noticed it.
Scotland's fingertips slid across the body, feeling the trembling body. "This isn't a zombie bite. This isn't a TV show. Where do zombies come from in Tokyo? This is all fake. As for the bite on your neck, it probably got scraped against the wall while you were sleeping. Just put some plaster on it and stop imagining it."
As Scotland spoke, he found the first aid kit. An You looked at Scotland in horror. Since he said nothing happened, why did he still take the first aid kit?
Scotland seemed to see through his thoughts, "Just putting some medicine on your wound."
An You naturally believed in Scotland and waited quietly for Scotland to apply it to him.
An You didn't know what the cold thing was that was applied to her neck. She didn't dare to say a word. She just felt that Scotland's hand was very cold, but his movements were gentle enough.
A fine numbing sensation came from the neck.
An You couldn't sit still any longer and turned around: "It's not that serious actually."
Scotland pressed his shoulders: "Don't move."
A cool hand rubbed his shoulder blades. An You was like a cat being strangled by the scruff of the neck, silently accepting the abuse. Scotland even pinched his neck at the end. "Alright, come back to your senses. The wound has been treated, so there's no need to worry about the zombies attacking."
An You once again turned to Scotland for help, "Are there really no zombies?"
Scotland: "Really, there hasn't been any news about the virus spreading recently. Besides, outsiders can't get into my safe house."
Only then did An You re-examine his living environment. If what Scotland said was true, then was the system deceiving him?
An You once again chastised the system in a corner, "System, you've actually learned to lie, and you're still using me as a scapegoat. There's no zombie virus in this world. At most, there are a few more criminals. When will I be infected?"
System: [Sorry, I've been having some issues lately and forgot that this world isn't set in the apocalypse.]
An You said dully, "So the system can also go crazy? Isn't the system like artificial intelligence? Isn't that just a machine malfunction?"
System: [Hahaha, you guessed right, but I feel good about myself.]
A light bulb went off in An You's mind, as if he suddenly remembered something, something he had forgotten for a long time.
He remembered that he had a low fever before going to bed, and then he looked for a strategy guide at the computer desk, but he couldn't find it and the Coke was spilled on the virtual helmet.
I entered the holographic game before going to bed just to check the functions of the helmet, but the scene was too realistic and I was having so much fun playing it that I completely forgot what my original intention was.
An You asked with a guilty conscience, "When you say water is in your brain, could it be Coke?"
System: [Anyway, it's a very sticky substance. After testing, I found it to be some unknown substance. Then, some strange cognitions appeared in my system library. I call it forbidden knowledge. Ah, the power of the great grass god of wisdom.]
An You: [Wake up system, you're on the wrong channel.]
An You remembered that he was indeed the culprit. No wonder he felt that for a long time, he was unable to automatically see the plot introduction, and there were not even any interactive options.
The system's presence became extremely weak, giving him a strong sense of immersion, causing him to forget that the system even existed.
It turned out that the function was malfunctioning.
An You coughed and said, "I'll check if there are any other malfunctions."
However, when he reached out this time, he found that the menu was not available as before. The entire settings section had disappeared. No matter how he pointed in the air, there was no response.
An You: [Where is my exit button? ]
The system is silent.
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