Chapter 11: He not only scattered his ashes, but also ate the ashes meal
"Smino!"
"I am here."
"Where's the intelligence? You killed him without asking for it?"
"I'm here just to ask for you, aren't I?" Smino sat on the high stool next to Gin with his neck shrunk, looking at Gin's long hair draped behind him.
Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to stretch out his finger to hook it, but his wrist was held by Gin.
"Don't move. You dyed my hair green last time and I just dyed it back. Don't touch my hair now."
"Gin, why are you so stingy that you won't even let me touch your hair?"
Smino was a little unconvinced. After saying this, he looked at the drinks on the table and became even angrier.
"besides!"
Smino pointed at the strawberry milk on the table in front of him, "I'm too old! I'm over the legal drinking age! Why do you drink gin? I must have strawberry milk."
Hearing this, Gin looked over with a mocking smile, and then he slowly said: "Last time you had a physical examination, all your physical indicators dropped a lot."
"The boss said that I can't drink alcohol before I come back, so as not to hurt my body."
Gin said, then he glanced towards the door when he heard some noise.
Scotland and Bo were standing at the door. When they saw the person they were looking for not far away, they walked over.
The two men were no longer covered in dirt. As soon as they came to Smino's side, they heard Smino's muttering and frowned.
Rye, who was standing next to him, looked at the harmonious atmosphere between him and Gin and murmured "tsk" impatiently.
It was at this time that Gin noticed the obvious hostility of the three people around him.
Gin:?
This made people's hostility towards him, which was not obvious at the beginning, become as if the words "get out of here" were written on their faces now.
He remembered that he had not arranged anything for these people.
As he was thinking about it, the next second Gin felt Smino pulling his hair, and he lowered his head with a bit of force.
Gin didn't break free. He looked at Smirnoff, who had become quiet at some point, and didn't say a word.
Smino then slowly said, "Gin, you are meddling too much."
As he said this, Smirnoff's eyes were full of tranquility. After he said this, he hooked Gin's hair, and the next second he took the glass of gin in front of Gin.
Drink it all in one gulp.
Even though it was strong liquor, Smirnoff was not uncomfortable. After he finished drinking it, he looked at the stunned Gin and smiled: "Gin, it's really spicy."
After saying that, Smino let go of Gin, sat down in his seat, supported his chin with his hand and tapped the table with the other hand.
"Leave the follow-up work on that mouse to me."
After Smino finished speaking, he looked at the strawberry milk in front of him with a calm look, then took the cup and lowered his head to drink.
When Gin heard this, he looked at him with some disapproval, "That master said that you won't have any missions during this period, so you should have a good rest."
"Speaking of which, have you recovered from your back injury? The doctor said if it was more serious, you would have spent the rest of your life lying in bed."
As soon as the voice fell, Gin felt the gazes of the three people staring at him.
Gin looked at Smino who didn't notice anything unusual, and continued, "Do you think that gentleman would let you rest at this time?"
"Smino, don't cross the line many times just because that master loves you. You will suffer."
"Gin, are you reminding me to be obedient and behave myself?"
Smino said this with a smile in his eyes. When he saw that Gin's ears were a little red, he whistled: "Gin, your ears are red."
“I’m frozen.”
“It’s summer now.”
"…Shut up Smino and drink your milk."
Seeing Gin trying to distract himself in a panic, Smino laughed. Then he held the cup with both hands and slowly drank the sweet and sour strawberry milk.
[Host, do you really have that kind of relationship with Gin? 】
"How could that be? We have a good relationship among our employees."
Smino teased his system with a hint of amusement in his heart. After drinking a glass of milk, he stood up and said: "The interrogation room is clear."
"If something like this happens again next time, please don't bother to come to me." Smino said this, and the next second Scotland took out a tissue from his pocket and walked forward.
Wiping the milk from the corners of Smirnoff's mouth.
Smino did not dodge Scotland's actions. Scotland took care of him in the same way when they were in the police academy.
He's used to it.
But this scene was so interesting in Gin's eyes.
Gin watched the interaction between the two, then slowly said: "Smino, I told you that the person I gave you will not be a rat."
Smirno, who was brewing an idea, was suddenly stunned. After noticing that Scotland was stunned for a moment, Smirno stretched out his fingers to take the tissue and wiped himself.
Looking at Gin who seemed to be deep in thought, he raised an eyebrow and said, "What if I hit you in the face?"
"No, I'm not wrong in judging people. I carefully selected these three people to be your employees."
"Thank you so much then."
Smino spoke weakly, and then when he was about to throw the tissue into the trash can, Gin's voice suddenly became deep and murderous.
"What would you do if it really was a rat?"
Gin asked back, but Smirnoff didn't panic. He threw the tissue ball calmly.
When the tissue fell perfectly into the trash can, Smino opened his mouth slowly, and then he turned around.
He raised his chin slightly and looked down at Gin who was sitting on a high stool.
"I will kill them myself."
After saying that, Smino turned around, but before he could leave with the three people, Gin's voice was heard again behind him.
"I thought you would put them in the cemetery and keep their ashes. Why, you are not interested in eating their ashes?"
Gin's voice didn't sound like he was joking. Smino clearly felt the three people around him gasp, and he tilted his head slightly.
He looked at her coldly, and then said, "Gin, you look more excited than I am."
"Little guy, who do you think was the person who cleaned up the mess when you ate the ashes meal before?"
After Gin said this, his eyes turned warning, "Eat less of that stuff."
"I get it! Gin, you're nagging so much that you're almost mad at my mommy." Smino waved his hand, pushed the door open and left, watching the backs of the few people leaving.
Gin He ordered another glass of gin.
What he just said was not meant to scare the newcomers, he was telling the truth.
…
Smirnoff.
There is someone in the organization who hates rats even more than Gin. His way of dealing with rats has never been repeated, and his way of dealing with rats also has its own characteristics.
——The handsome ones will take off their clothes and burn their ashes, and then use them as condiments for barbecue.
——Those who are not handsome will be severely tortured by him and taken to his secret base to feed sharks.
Smino's madness was so terrible that it shocked the world and made the ghosts cry. When it was serious, he even invited Karasuma Renye to eat his ashes.
And Smirnoff had scattered the ashes, eaten them, and made desserts to feed to the mice's family...
Thinking of this, Gin sneered.
"What a reckless little brat."
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