Chapter 10 Something is wrong with Chapter 10.
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No one can escape Gin's interrogation. At this moment, I finally understood the value of what my colleagues secretly said: if they made a mistake and Gin found out, they would be finished.
The feeling was completely different from watching the anime through a screen. Even though I knew very well that Gin was just questioning me, which was absolutely different from a formal interrogation, I still couldn't help but feel a chill from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
Maybe it will be okay later, but I'm just a little loser who has only adapted to my current status for less than a year, and I really can't stand Gin like this.
So without thinking, I told the truth: "Mello used his credit card to buy me clothes. Does that count?"
Like me, Mello is a second-generation member of the Black Organization, raised by them. Unlike me, who lost both her parents at birth and became a complete orphan, she lived with her biological parents for a while before coming to the "orphanage" where I was after both of them died while on a mission. So, unlike me, who only had a numerical code before I gave myself the rather unconventional name "Kaimon Eiko," she actually has her own name, Kaminaka Ryoko.
I used to call her Ryoko, too, but we didn't really interact much. Unlike a loser like me, she took high-end classes. We only became close after being assigned to the Polestar bar together. I even considered inviting her upstairs to sleep with me, but neither of us had the guts to challenge Gin. That didn't stop me from going to her house and sharing her bed to catch up on some sleep, though.
Good times are always fleeting. I'd only been working with Kaminaka Ryoko for less than three months when she passed the assessment and became a code member, codenamed "Mello," which was supposedly her mother's previous codename. Oh, and that's why Binga always thought I could get a codename. After all, Mello's precedent was there. There were actually quite a few people who didn't know me well, or who knew me too well but were full of prejudice, who thought my assignment to the bar was just a test from the Black Organization, and that I could get a codename like Mello.
What makes us both second-generation members of the organization? But there's a huge difference. She's awesome, I'm a complete novice. And she inherited her mother's name. I don't even know who my biological parents are. Maybe they don't have code names either? Otherwise, how come I don't even have a name? I grew up using code names. That also explains why I'm such a loser. It's the power of genetics!
Melo was different. It was said that the original Melo was a formidable sniper, and our Melo was no less impressive. She'd always been in the top two on tests and skipped grades like crazy. We all assumed she'd get a codename as soon as she came of age, or even before, like Shirley.
Or perhaps the Black Organization had its own considerations? Anyway, the result is that the excellent Ryoko still became Mello.
Gin quite admired Mello, and since all his subordinates were snipers, he had originally wanted Mello to continue working for him. Of course, Mello was also willing. Regardless of Gin's reputation, even Binga, Gin's closeted friend, would have jumped at the chance to work for him if asked.
This is the charm of personality! Gin is really a good boss. Just look at me, no, just look at how Chianti gets into trouble and Gin can cover for her. That's enough.
But the Black Organization still had its own considerations. On the third day after he got the code name, Mello was sent to the Black Organization's branch in Italy.
Melo and I have a really good relationship. After all, I'm a face-shy person and I just can't resist good-looking people. Melo is truly beautiful, with fair skin and naturally golden hair, just like my favorite doll from childhood. What's more, the doll only looks like a doll; it's actually quite capable. On our first day at the bar together, Melo threw a drunk and troublesome man over his shoulder. The stark contrast and the quick, clean moves completely captivated me.
It can even be said that Melo is the first wing I developed in the Black Organization, even ahead of Gin.
Mello likes me too. Or maybe I'm not exaggerating, there are very few people in the Black Organization who don't like me, and some of them are not even human.
But Melo likes it a little more strangely. She also has a filter for me, which is different from the filters that Vermouth and Binga have for me. To Melo, I am like a lucky charm.
Melo said, "On the first day we met, I held her hand, and Gin appreciated her, talked to her, and even assigned her a task." - In fact, even if I hadn't held her hand, she would have shown her skills and courage as soon as she arrived at the bar, so it was normal for Gin to put her in charge of bar security.
Even when I said that, Melo didn't believe me. She insisted that I was the one who gave her luck.
Melo said that after I hugged her, the Black Organization gave her a code assessment task.
Melo also said that because I leaned on her for a nap, she successfully defeated her competitor who always had higher scores than her in class assessments and successfully got the code name.
Everything seemed too coincidental, but since Melo praised me so much, I naturally accepted it shamelessly. By the way, I also asked her to love me more and not to forget me when she arrived in Italy and to always keep me in her heart.
Melo really believed it. Before leaving, she took me shopping, bought me clothes, and arranged the same ones for herself. She even asked me to try on the same ones she bought. She also said that she would not wash them when she took them to Italy, and that if she needed me, she could find me and hug me, just as if she was hugging me - this is really a bit neurotic. Maybe we in the Black Organization are just not normal.
And even after Melo arrived in Italy, she would video chat with me from time to time, especially before she was going to do something big, she would ask me to wish her all the best through video, and would also send her several voice messages, asking her to listen to the "blessing" several times before she did anything...uh, she even washed a lot of my photos, saying that they were amulets, just like I washed Gin's photos to ward off evil spirits.
The difference is that she took my photo and developed it openly, and even wanted me to sign it. But I used Gin's photo to ward off evil spirits in private, and if Gin knew about it, I would be doomed.
In short, Melo and I have a really good relationship, and Gin knows this. She swiped her card for me, and I really didn't lie.
Gin was silent for a moment. I blinked and looked up at him seriously: "But, the way Mello swipes the card is definitely not as handsome as Gin!"
Merlot is a girl, so she looks good when she swipes.
I have always been very precise in my choice of words!
Gin snorted coldly: "Tell me, what else do you want to buy."
It seems that this level has been passed. As expected, as long as I tell the truth to Gin, the big brother is really a good big brother!
Although it's a bit strange when he gets angry?
I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to pick things, but when I touched the items on the shelf, a hint of deep thought flashed across my drooping eyes.
Gin, something's wrong.
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