“I hope she will accept the FBI’s witness protection program.”
"Under our arrangement, she can start a new life with a completely new identity..."
“Isn’t that exactly how I am now?” Akemi interrupted him. “I’m no longer Hirota Masami or Miyano Akemi. I’m now the owner of Owl Cafe and a member of the Black Cat Detective Agency.”
"I don't see any need to change environments."
Shuichi Akai's expression seemed to be desperately holding back from retorting, "Do you even have a reliable name or identity now?"
"Mr. Yuanshan..."
Yoruichi Toyama politely shook her head.
"Mr. Akai, I think you've asked the wrong person."
"This decision was not made by me, but by Akemi herself."
"She has already made her stance clear."
"So you're just going to watch her make this choice and put herself in danger?" Shuichi Akai shouted, unable to contain himself any longer.
From the moment he walked into the coffee shop, this seemed to be the first time he couldn't control his anger.
Yuanshan Ye shrugged apologetically.
"Yes, if it's for her own good, I can try to persuade her..."
“But I can also refuse,” Mingmei continued.
“I know you all want to protect me, and Yoruichi is willing to risk her life for it.”
"But I don't see why my life is more important than yours."
“Mr. Akai, I’ve thought it over. I would only feel uneasy if you risked your life to come back for me after your mission failed.”
"You should prioritize protecting yourself, and so should Yoruichi."
"So, have you ever thought about what the consequences would be if I suddenly left now that I've already been discovered by Vermouth and Bourbon?"
"At least the two of them will realize which department I am under protection from."
"I'll implicate Yoruichi first."
"And Yoruichi is the same; she also has many close friends who may be implicated because of his departure."
"Our staying here is the most reassuring option for the organization."
"As for Mr. Akai, you must also be careful, since they all know you."
"I look forward to the day you succeed in your mission, and we can meet here again."
With that, Mingmei smiled and reached out her hand to her ex-boyfriend.
...
"...Recently, silver-haired men wearing black trench coats have been spotted in several areas of the Tokyo metropolitan area, prompting citizens to call the police. However, it turned out to be just cosplay by idle individuals..."
"...Police urge the public not to blindly chase trends and cause unnecessary trouble..."
"...Today, a car accident occurred at the Hayakawa toll plaza in Kanagawa Prefecture. A car, suspected to have suffered brake failure, crashed into the toll plaza, resulting in a fatal accident..."
"...Whether this incident was an accident or intentional is still under investigation by the police..."
"..."
Vodka, who had been forced to stay at the base for three days, continued to idly scroll through videos on his phone.
Then Gege laughed.
"Hey bro, look! Someone's actually cosplaying as you!"
“These people are so boring… uh, no,” Vodka straightened his posture after meeting Gin’s perpetually cold gaze, and spoke again, “It must be that they all want to be as charming as Big Brother, yeah, that must be it!”
Seeing his younger brother's unwavering loyalty over the past decade, Gin refrained from speaking. He turned his head away, rolled his eyes discreetly, and exhaled a puff of smoke toward the ceiling.
"That was arranged personally by your beloved brother Gin!" Vermouth said with a smile as she walked in.
"If I had to say something, it would be that he wanted to promote his own charm."
Even though I was teasing him like that, I knew that someone like Gin wouldn't respond.
"A particularly boring person," thought absinthe.
In particular, she even had a disgusting relationship with that girl from the Miyano family, the most despicable one.
Horses that aren't meant to be in the same trough shouldn't be put together.
In the end, it wasn't that kind of ending.
If it weren't for the fact that he was also somewhat wary of that Beretta, Vermouth would really like to ask, "How does it feel to kill your ex-girlfriend with your own hands?"
That would be really funny if that frostbitten face showed signs of cracking.
As Vermouth thought this to herself, she stretched out her hand and examined her newly done manicure with great interest.
Gin stood up at that moment and put his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.
"Vodka, we should go out and get some exercise."
"Huh?"
As the vodka made an incomprehensible sound, the absinthe stared at him.
"The police have been keeping a close eye on people in black trench coats and those with long, straight silver hair lately!"
"Can't I do a cosplay?"
Vermouth was momentarily stunned to see Gin say such a thing with such an unchanging expression.
It's not that I didn't expect it, but rather...
This is so out of place!
If he doesn't become a criminal in the future, he might be able to enter the entertainment industry and become a deadpan comedian or something.
“But your hair isn’t a wig,” Vermouth pointed out with the meticulousness of a professional.
"I dyed it." Gin had a "what can you do about it?" look on his face.
Well... fine, as long as he doesn't run into Shinichi Kudo.
Absinthe nodded and changed the subject.
Where are you going?
“I’m visiting an old friend,” Gin replied. “He doesn’t seem to be as close to us lately.”
"I have to reconnect with my relationships."
Hearing the name he uttered at the end, Absinthe's eyes suddenly widened.
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