Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a little soft-hearted.
The golden retriever lay on his shoulder. I couldn't see its expression, but from the sound of its voice, I could tell it looked vulnerable and dependent.
If the other party was just Bourbon, a code name member of the organization, he might not be so sentimental, but he is not.
The blond young man is his descendant in the Japanese Public Security Bureau. He should have had a bright and promising future, but now he is stuck in the mud.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the other person's golden hair.
"Really?" he said.
Maybe it’s some kind of plan of the younger generation.
By showing weakness in moments of weakness, you can narrow the distance between each other, and when he wakes up, you can pretend to have forgotten about their time together, but the relationship between the two will definitely be further developed.
Contact, getting along, trust, intimacy, the younger generation must have done a good job in the police academy, otherwise there would not be such a step-by-step plan. Even if they are still hesitating about something, they can change their attitude in time and turn disadvantages into advantages.
So...should we praise him?
When hesitating, Furutani Rei was also hesitating.
The blond young man heard his answer and hesitated obviously.
He was probably thinking, with his heated brain, that he was thinking not only as Bourbon, but also as Rei Furuya, which naturally caused delays and downtime.
"Yeah, yes." After a while, he slowly replied, "Boss... feels like someone on the other side of the cloud."
He thought, even if he was an enemy, but he always wanted to get closer but always felt like there was something between them.
"I think that I, Scotland, Leiyi, and even the crazy dogs in Italy are all insignificant to you, right?"
Like a child.
Then Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes with pity.
"Really? Do you think so?" He stroked her blond hair gently, as if petting a group of small animals at home, and showed his love for the young generation. "But, I think bourbon is very important to me."
In other words, no matter who it is, even Gin, who is destined to be his opponent, is a very precious existence to him.
Bourbon seemed to want to say something else, but the Godfather had already firmly held his head down, gently tilted his head, and rubbed the other person like a small animal.
"Okay, Bourbon, just go to sleep now. A sick child is a good child when he is asleep." He whispered to comfort her. I don't know what he thought of, but a smile appeared on his lips. "As for the troublesome things, leave them to me."
Furuya Rei wanted to say something else.
But perhaps his brain was really overheated, and the top student in the police academy with strong willpower could not resist the invasion of sleepiness, and his beautiful gray-purple eyes slowly closed.
But the safe house was not a safe place for him after all. Even though 99% of his body had fallen asleep, there was still 1% that kept clamoring for defense.
The strange thing was that he could feel himself being swayed by Johnny. The young man, who theoretically was not a fighter, didn't seem to have much difficulty in lifting him up. He brought him from the first floor to the room on the second floor, and he didn't seem to hear any labored breathing.
Johnny deserves to be called.
His mind was hazily filled with random thoughts, and the other person seemed to sense that he didn't sleep well, so he leaned over with a frown.
Fūya Rei tried hard to keep his eyelids open. The room was dim with the curtains half drawn, and he couldn't see the upper half of the familiar Johnny Winger's face. Only the angle and outline below the tip of his nose were surprisingly familiar.
The other party seemed to cut off all light sources for him, and finally closed the door and disappeared in the only light.
The door lock clicked, and the tired guard was finally removed. Furiya Rei let the sleepiness that had been attacking him wander throughout his body, and vaguely thought of Johnny's half face in the darkness.
It looks so familiar, he thought, where have I seen it before?
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Kenji Hagiwara sat at the workstation that was said to belong to him from now on, looking at his own face reflected on the dark computer screen that had not yet been turned on, and fell into a rare moment of deep thought.
Although he has a proud talent for interpersonal communication since he was a child, probably because his family owns a car factory, before that he was at most friends with a childhood friend who seemed difficult to approach, and he always gained the trust and love of girls.
But how could he be valued by the bald-headed editor-in-chief of a magazine? He had just passed by the tea room and had heard the rumors about his identity change from "an ordinary relative who knows the boss" to "a not-so-ordinary relative who not only knows the boss but is also favored by the editor-in-chief."
Although such a title does help him to slack off to a certain extent, why would he slack off when it comes to matters concerning his predecessors?
Thinking of his predecessors, the black-haired young man who had always been successful in all fields began to feel sad again.
To be honest, my predecessor probably doesn’t even know that someone like him exists.
More than three years ago, he actually never thought that he would have such a senior who truly admired him.
But admiration is like love, it comes as fast as a tornado, and didn't Xiao Zhenping often complain that he was a person who did everything quickly? Then he admired his senior in just ten seconds... Isn't it normal?
With his hands crossed in front of his nose, Kenji Hagiwara looked at himself on the screen and couldn't help but fall into memories.
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That was three years ago. At that time, he and his childhood friend Jinpei Matsuda were admitted to the police academy. He happened to have nothing to do and received an invitation from the police academy, so he participated in the previous graduation season before entering the academy.
Although it is a police academy, this kind of thing similar to summer camp or winter camp is no different from ordinary schools. For them, it seems to be just an opportunity to familiarize themselves with the environment and meet future classmates in advance.
But as for this kind of thing, he can probably make friends with people of all kinds of personalities at any time, while Jinpei Matsuda is probably the opposite of him, and making friends depends on fate.
So this event seems to have lost its original meaning to them.
——Although the next day after I said this, I was slapped in the face by the sudden increase in activities.
It is said that in order to better carry out the inheritance, the school has made an unprecedented decision to select students from the group of families who came to visit the school in advance to observe the graduation examinations of the graduates.
He, Kenji Hagiwara, is the chosen one for that event with a quota of one.
This was also the first time he met his senior.
At that time, he was standing in the tent camp where the instructors were serving as the chief commanders of the graduation examination. The teacher in charge had already been upset because the monitoring camera somewhere was broken by an unruly rookie (instructor's words). Not knowing what to do, he stood there thinking for a while, and then sneaked away step by step like a chick following a hen.
The damaged camera is probably the favorite of Xiao Zhenping, who was too unlucky to come here. He sneaked over to take a look at the monitored corpse - what if he could take a piece back to his friend who loves to destroy the house to make him happy? Xiao Zhenping is super cute in this aspect.
The result was certainly not satisfactory. The monitors who were sent back looked like they had suffered some kind of inhumane torture. Several instructors gathered together and whispered, as if they were discussing how the "newbie" had made this thing like this.
After listening for a long time, he still couldn't figure out the answer. Firstly, the instructors were still arguing, and secondly, their chattering was a little quiet, so he looked to the side.
There are countless cameras monitoring the entire test site. Even in this large tent, there are about three cameras, each with screens installed on three sides, broadcasting the test scene in real time.
There is only one exception.
The reason why Kenji Hagihara was able to find this exception was that the time projected on the other screens was dusk, but this one was naked sunlight, exactly when the sun was at its highest point every day.
The picture shows a brown-haired young man who, after lying in wait for a while, pounces out like a sturdy cheetah and takes out a team of several enemies with almost no effort.
He didn't look very happy, his brown eyes were always lowered, and when he looked at his enemy, he didn't look fierce, but with a kind of look that Hagiwara Kenji still finds difficult to describe, a look that seemed to be firm and yet also seemed to be filled with sorrow, and he still remembers it today.
When he swung his fists, Kenji Hagiwara even felt that there was fire in this man's hands, which was dangerous and fascinating.
Perhaps because he was staring at the screen, the instructor who brought him here also noticed his presence (yes, the instructor originally asked them to disband on their own, but Hagiwara followed him). Seeing that the child, who had been quite lovable all the way, was staring at the video recording before the surveillance camera was destroyed, he couldn't bear to take his eyes off it, so he laughed and whispered a few words to his colleagues.
So Kenji Hagihara was lucky enough to get a computer.
"Here, the guy's actions that were exposed to the camera are all here." The instructor with a beard said, "You kid, just watch it here for me, don't run around."
The young man holding a stack of discs thrown to him by the other party blinked obediently and responded.
Later, Kenji Hagiwara deeply regretted that he did not have a pair of electronic mechanical eyes that could automatically record everything he saw, or it would have been nice if he had a USB flash drive in his hand. In short, he spent the time in that corner reserved for him by the instructors, the time when he was closest to his predecessors in his life.
According to the instructors, Sawada Tsunayoshi (is that the name of the senior? So cool!) was like a slippery loach. After being ordered by the angry instructor not to destroy the surveillance, he looked like a pitiful rabbit. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the surveillance like a rabbit sneaking into a haystack. He was not forced to appear in front of the surveillance until he infiltrated the enemy camp.
But even so, he showed a gentle and non-aggressive attitude.
He was calm and natural, and almost became the leader of this camp. If the leader originally nominated here was not good enough and he himself did not want to do so, he might have become the leader of the enemy camp. In short, Hagiwara, a young man who had just started out, was attacked by the camera records of his predecessors without any warning...
[“Sorry,” the brown-haired young man raised the gun in his hand and looked at the leader of the enemy camp with a smile, “Although I really want to reassure you, it seems that I can’t.”
There was a genuine look of distress and apology on his face, but his hands moved swiftly, aiming at the enemy leader, whose expression changed from confusion to panic, and lightly pulled the trigger.
There seemed to be fire in those eyes that expressed calmness and strength, which frightened the enemies and convinced the companions that they could repel all darkness.
"Goodbye, my friend."
——That bullet hit someone’s heart. 】
"Xiao Zhenping! I've made up my mind!" The black-haired young man excitedly grabbed the shoulder of his friend whom he had abandoned for several days, and said eagerly, "I will go to the place where my senior is in the future!!"
"Huh?" Matsuda Jinpei, who had noticed that his little boy had become less intelligent after being left alone for a few days, reached out and touched his forehead, then put his hand against his own, "You don't have a fever, buddy."
Normally, Hagiwara would have argued with him at this time, but his eyes were shining and he was completely lost in the star-chasing state.
Matsuda Jinpei was silent. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and prepared to randomly grab an instructor to ask them if they had replaced someone's core.
However, when he was thinking about this, he was pulled back by his childhood friend.
Not far away was a police motorcycle training ground, where several people with helmets covering their faces were chasing each other. Finally, they crossed a steep platform with an inclination of nearly 75 degrees, passed through a red ribbon in the air, and raised a cloud of dust in the simulated desertification field.
He couldn't help but whistle and waited for two seconds, wanting to see what kind of person this guy was.
The black police helmet was removed, revealing not the usual black hair, but a young man with brown hair.
Just as Jinpei Matsuda was about to ask if one could dye their hair in the police academy, his little friend pulled his clothes again.
"Are you a child, Kenji Hagiwara?" he said, even abandoning the commonly used term of address, hagi.
However, he didn't expect that the other party pointed in that direction with a look as if they were showing off toys to each other in the past.
"That's the senior I told you about." Hagiwara Kenji said happily, "He's really amazing!"
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But now, the distance between him and his predecessors is even greater than it was back then.
Kenji Hagiwara thought hard, trying not to slump down on the table in frustration.
The colleague sitting next to him knocked on his desk shyly, so he had to switch back to work mode and smile at the cute girl.
This smile took on a more sincere tone after the other party handed over "This Thing 1" and "This Thing 2" stored in the magazine. Hagiwara Kenji's eyes rolled and he suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Will there be a signature of the former... Mr. Hibari in these magazines?"
Seeing the eyes of the handsome guy who was so easy to talk to suddenly light up, the magazine members also put aside some of their fear caused by the rumors and thought for a while.
Finally, he shook his head.
"But," she couldn't help but say as she looked at the other person's eyes that suddenly darkened, "I remember that Mr. Yun Que also submitted an article before."
She paused, trying to find the right word.
"That is, before using the money ability."
Hagiwara Kenji blinked.
"Really? Where is it?"
But did you publish it with money? That's right, this magazine is famous for being rich... As expected of you, you greatly reduce the possibility of being rejected or urged to revise by the editor. You are awesome!
For some reason, the handsome guy's expression became eager. The member couldn't help but touch his cheek and volunteered to help him get the manuscript that was almost put into the shredder.
In fact, even if she didn't do this, Kenji Hagiwara would have gotten the manuscript anyway, so he accepted the kindness conveyed by his colleague.
"That's really helpful." He winked at her. "By the way, your makeup looks great today. It's very casual. You can hardly see any traces of makeup."
"Are you serious? I learned this from Twitter recently... But didn't you figure it out, Hagiwara-kun?"
Kenji Hagiwara smiled. The discarded manuscript of his predecessor in his hand made him feel overwhelmed with emotion, and he became more sincere towards his colleagues who helped him.
After a conversation, the member also had her own work to do. Before leaving, she thought for a moment, and seeing that Hagiwara Kenji was a related customer and might not be very clear about the procedures within the magazine, she gave him some pointers.
"Generally speaking, if you have confirmed your employment, Hagiwara-kun can contact Mr. Hibari," she said. "It is also important for the editor to build a good relationship with the author, so it is best to contact them as soon as possible."
What, what!
There is such a good thing!
Kenji Hagiwara controlled his expression and took the envelope handed to him.
"Please see, at the end of the manuscript is Mr. Hibari's contact information. Hagiwara-kun can contact him through this."
After she finished speaking, she left, leaving Hagiwara Kenji alone. He opened the manuscript seemingly calmly and looked at the final signature. For a moment, he could only hear his own heavy breathing.
Is it...a senior?
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When Shuichi Akai returned to the safe house, he always felt that there was something strange about the safe house today.
As an FBI elite, he was alert at first, but after observing the area and finding no danger, he let down his guard and walked naturally into the living room.
It looked like Scotland hadn't come back yet. There were no snacks or fruits on the tea table. Strangely, there seemed to be two missing sofas.
He thought about it and put the hamburger he brought back on the dining table. After walking around twice, he found his boss and colleagues in the weapons storage room.
The weapons room was dark and had no windows. If the lights were not turned on, it would be almost pitch dark.
He looked hesitantly at the lit light, the two people huddled together, and the device and screen that were still playing sound, and couldn't help but slowly type a question mark.
"What are you...doing?" He glanced at the screen. The projector was showing a love movie starring Vermouth, also known as Chrissie Wynyard. It was her debut work and also her famous work. He had watched it before infiltrating. It was a typical love movie.
But what about Johnny Winka and Bourbon huddled together in their room for the whole afternoon to watch a romantic movie? Organizing a new style of team building? Then why were he and Scotland excluded? Were they excluded?
The young man with long black hair looked at his boss who was curled up on the sofa and his colleague who was glaring at him across the screen, raised his hands, and took a step back helplessly.
"I bought a burger. Do you want to eat it?"
Apparently only Johnny was asked to add one person.
After spending a long time coaxing a child who was particularly fragile during his illness (?), and then accompanying him to watch half a movie, Tsunayoshi Sawada was indeed tired.
He climbed down from the armchair and walked past Lei, the rabbit also sniffing toward his burger.
Bourbon, who was half a step behind, also stood up. After his boss ran towards the burger, Shuichi Akai turned on the light in the weapons storage room and raised his eyebrows at the other's expression.
"Don't stare at me like that, Bourbon," he put his hands in his pockets, his temper unreserved, "You make me feel like I'm ruining something for you - what are you and Johnny doing here, huh?"
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