[Aaaaaah! Bacardi, what are you doing?!]
[What the hell, is Touko playing relay with Bacardi? They are all so eager to send Tetsuya to the boss]
[This is so awesome! The old thief behaves like a human being as always!]
[I was already worried when I saw Tohru give up the plan and decided to do what Tetsuya said, but then this happened... (staring) Is this playing a trick on us?]
[Bacardi: I can't wait to eat! Senior, eat me!]
[Bacardi (jealous): I am the favorite of the previous generation, and the wife is not given to others, it is all mine! ]
[The note - is this Tetsuya's suicide note? It looks like he wrote seven or eight letters, let's count...Toruko, Keimitsu, Matsuda, Hagiwara, Bacardi, and who else?]
[There should also be gin and sago]
[I want to know what Zheya wrote to them. I’m afraid they will be in trouble again (spitting blood silently)]
[Bacardi is gone (fortunately) or is it just your own fault? Why blow up the car?]
[Goose goose goose goose I am dying of laughter, Bacardi is so miserable, how can there be such a miserable Erha in the world]
[Pfft… Husky, he actually has a ghost image. He looks so serious on the surface, but who knows he is so stupid]
[It’s one thing to be naive to Cheol-ye, and it’s another to be brutal. This guy is really evil to the core. In order to help Cheol-ye complete the mission better, he even brought a gun with him. If time was tight and the police officer reacted quickly, the whole team would be wiped out.]
[Toruko's undercover identity has been exposed, and Jingguang will probably be exposed by Bacardi... Bacardi's efficiency is ridiculous]
[It is possible that Li Biye has reached a high level. Now I understand why Bacardi did not appear in the Metropolitan Police Department in the later period. If he was confused because he found that something was wrong with Tetsuya, he would have had the opportunity to kill all the police officers who were assigned to the secret mission at night, and even catch Touko.]
[Don't forget that this is still Detective Conan at heart. The old thief may make the red team lose. If Bacardi continues to do this for another ten years, the police will still turn around and can only use the plot of Tetsuya to pull him away.]
[I understand. Thank you guys. But to be honest, Zhe also feels like a demon concubine who brings disaster to the world (deep). The undercover police boss was directly arrested because of his order.]
[Gin: Fighting for favor, heh]
[Goose goose goose, what a big show]
The night was dark and windy, and Ruozhu was very panicked.
Liqueur only sent him a message asking him to send him to a special base, but he didn't tell him what to do after he was sent there!
Wakatake Naoki leaned over, laid Kamiya Tetsuya flat on him, and lifted up his slightly long shirt. Apart from some dried blood stains on the shirt, it was clean and not wet at all, which meant that the bleeding was from a wound.
But the bloodstains on the glove were clearly fresh, so the injured part could only be the arm.
The factory headlights were dim, and only a thin shadow could be seen beside the car. Wakatake Naoki reached out to Kamiya Tetsuya's arm like a madman, but retracted it the moment it touched him. He bit his nails anxiously, but still dared to take action.
"Senior..." Wakatake Naoki murmured, but still dared to take the initiative to touch it.
He rubbed his hair anxiously and squatted there.
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The way Wakatake Naoki entered the organization was the same as other members. He was forcibly brought into the organization to be trained as a talent, and he was introduced into the organization as a killer because of his skills after he became an adult. He took the initiative to climb up when he was a member of the organization doing a mission at some point.
The black-haired teenager, who was in adolescence, was covered in wounds, but he was ruthless in his fight. With his desperate fighting style and ruthlessness, he successfully left a bloody tooth mark on the member's hand.
"You know what kind of organization this is, right? It's weird that someone actually wants to join it."
"I'll do it!" The wolf cub was being pinched by the neck, but he said stubbornly, "I can do anything."
"The organization is a prison. You could die at any time." The member of the organization laughed softly, "Once you enter, there will be no chance to regret."
Wakatake Naoki wiped the blood from his head and smiled: "I'll go find someone."
[File: Naoki Wakatake, 15 years old, father Wakatake Makoto (deceased), mother Wakatake Mino (deceased). The cause of death of his parents is unknown, but it is suspected that Naoki Wakatake was responsible. ]
Naoki Wakatake joined the organization as he wished, and successfully passed the first round of selection by training day and night. He became the strongest in that period and got the only chance to select his seniors.
Looking at the many members of the organization with excellent resumes, Naoki Wakatake asked, "Are there any others?"
The training officer raised his eyebrows: "The action team is all here, kid, you are suitable for assassination or intelligence."
"I think I can do it." Wakatake Naoki pursed his lips with a firm attitude.
The training officer looked at him and sighed: "Then it will be much more difficult for you to get the number."
Wakatake Naoki remained silent. His eyes wandered over the list, and his finger pointed at the corner: "Him."
According to the data, the white-haired young man looked at the camera expressionlessly, and the success rate of the mission this year was 0%.
"Liqueur..." The trainer said, "Why don't you choose someone else? Don't just look for good looks. How can you just look at the appearance when you are so young?"
Wakatake Naoki: "Do you know him?"
"I don't know him, but he's pretty famous in the organization." The trainer lit a cigarette and casually chatted about some gossip. "The organization has a fixed quota of tasks every month. If you fail to complete them, you'll be demoted. If you delay for more than two months, you'll be killed. He also knows what his relationship with that adult is, so he didn't die even though he went on the mission."
"Anyway, the adult locks himself in the room and doesn't know what to do. You learned something from him."
Wakatake Naoki stared at the data and said, "Actually, I have been staying in my room all the time."
"What do you know?" The trainer laughed. "But it makes sense. This guy is still an experimental subject. He has to go to the laboratory every two or three days. He will die at any time..."
"Bang", the sound of a punch hitting flesh, the trainer covered his cheek and looked at the boy running away, with a puzzled look on his face: "Is he possessed?"
Naoki Wakatake finally got what he wanted, but unfortunately, just as he expected, Liqueur seemed to have no idea where he had seen him before.
"Senior - do you really remember me? At the door of that apartment in Beika-cho 7-chome, you gave me two pieces of blueberry-flavored cake." Wakatake Naoki pointed at himself and wandered next to the white-haired young man, who was sitting on the sofa, looking asleep.
Liqueur: "놊 know."
"Can I help you recall the past again?" Naoki Wakatake brought a Coke to his lips. "It was a cloudy afternoon. I went home for some things and was starving. Then you suddenly passed by on the side of the road..."
Liqueur suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight, and the Coke in Naoki Wakatake's hand was shaken out, wetting his collar and cuffs.
"Senior!"
Wakatake Naoki was shocked and consciously picked up the napkin on the table to wipe the Coke off the liqueur, but when it touched his arm, he was slapped away lightly and heavily by the latter.
Liqueur lifted his sleeves, his bandage was wet by the brown cola, like a pool of dark blood, he said indifferently: "Don't touch it... Forget it, go back."
After the latter said this, he hurriedly got up and walked towards the bathroom, with no intention of saying anything more to Wakatake Naoki.
Naoki Wakatake was kicked out of the apartment for the first time.
After that, no matter what season it was, no matter whether he had obtained a number or not, whenever Naoki Wakatake saw Liqueur, he would see a bandage wrapped around his right wrist and elbow. The latter always looked indifferent and forbade anyone to contact him.
Of course, he was very proud of himself except for Naoki Wakatake. Except for the first few times, when he talked to Liqueur Senior afterwards, the latter had no idea of refusing, and even closed his eyes and slept well during his conversation.
But...what kind of injury did the senior suffer on his hand?
Thinking of what the trainer said, Naoki Wakatake was relieved of his anxiety. The experimental subject...had his wounds healed, and thinking of his own experience, Naoki Wakatake realized——
It seemed like he had touched the senior's sore spot from the beginning, no wonder the senior was so indifferent to him!
Since then, Naoki Wakatake never mentioned the topic again, and even looked away when Liqueur was rubbing the bandage, trying to make a cotton shirt that fits him well. After more than ten years, he finally melted his predecessor a little bit.
But now, is it really a minefield for the seniors? What if the liqueur senior wakes up and gets angry?
Logically speaking, the senior should have his own plan, and he might have thought about it to this point, so what he should do now is to wait for the senior to wake up?
Naoki Wakatake could not accept the indifference of Liqueur towards him. He covered his head, squatted on the bed, and waited for Tetsuya Kamiya to sober up.
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[Aaaah, a kitten! A kitten so cute! A teenage 놅Bacardi can be so cute! My sister 놅뀞 is starting to laugh (laughing)]
[Because the trainer said something bad about the senior, I punched him directly hhh like a tiger cub]
[Another age group, Cheya cat! Can anyone with a microscope tell me what the difference is?]
[I just found a random picture to compare. Now Tetsuya's hair is longer and he looks gentler. In Bacardi's eyes, Tetsu is just a cold and cool guy. His transformation is to wear an eternal bandage and a crow tattoo]
[You have a tattoo!]