Chapter 12 Chapter 12 "Why do you think the organization made me...
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Well, even though I was able to sleep well afterwards - I call it feeling good after being scolded by Gin - I still couldn't figure out why something was so wrong with Gin.
It’s really important for me to understand this. I don’t want to continue having nightmares about moving back to the bar loft!
Moreover, the cause of the nightmare and the person who appeared in the nightmare were Gin. This meant that the photos of Gin that I had been using to fight nightmares were completely useless and might even aggravate the nightmare.
For my good sleep and future good life, it is really important to find out why Gin is not right and make him feel right, and accept that I can live in his house or Vodka's house or any apartment with an elevator!
I guess my brain isn't working very well. I kept thinking about it, even at work, and even started pulling my bangs - because my hair is tied up, it would be less tiring to pull my hair without having to lift my arms.
Anyway, I just couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard I tried.
I puffed my cheeks and refused my colleague's request to let me taste his newly developed wine.
"Why? Because I have five things I don't do at work. First, I don't do things I know how to do. I won't do anything I can't do if I can't learn something new. Second, I don't do things I don't know how to do. Tell me, how can I do anything if I can't do it? Third, I don't do things that are urgent. Haha, I tend to make mistakes when I'm anxious. Fourth, I don't do things that are not urgent. Why would I do anything that's not urgent? Fifth, I don't do things I don't want to do. Why would I do something if I don't want to do it?"
My colleague was stunned: "What about this wine?"
"Don't you understand yet? Why should I do something I don't want to do?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise and looked at the colleague in front of me who had just reported in the second day.
How did someone so tactless get in?
"Is that so?" The man laughed awkwardly, but continued with a lingering smile, "Can't you even give me a little bit of face? I didn't put anything in it."
I narrowed my eyes slightly and said meaningfully, "Of course I trust you won't add anything to it."
"Of course." Before the man could finish his words, two people suddenly appeared beside him.
The man was unable to speak any more. I watched him being taken to the back by the two men. My eyes swept across the things that the people on both sides were pressing against the man's waist, which I could only see from a hidden angle. I moved my lips helplessly.
What are you thinking, put your hands on me.
The waiter, who had seen everything without making a single move, finally came over to me and shook his head, saying, "Now you understand why the organization had to send someone here, right?"
"Social recruitment really isn't good enough." I shrugged. "It seems you can't both avoid attracting attention and stay safe."
In fact, it was me who took the initiative to recruit people from outside.
The staff at the Polestar bar were all Black Organization members, without exception, and we never posted any job postings. I wondered if that would be too conspicuous, considering the Tokyo police are no slouch. Even if the bar was open to the public and a Black Organization stronghold, we'd still be worried about being targeted. So I repeatedly suggested to Gin and the others whether we could fake a job opening from outside, preventing them from accessing the organization's secrets, but still maintaining a facade.
My idea was naive, and I knew it myself. I just wanted to test whether the existence of the bar had attracted the attention of the police.
If it does, maybe there will be police undercover agents among the people recruited?
Gin also knew about my two little thoughts. After I pestered him for almost a month, he finally acquiesced. However, he didn't allow me to recruit people myself. He gave the job of recruiting to other people. I guess he was afraid that I would be tempted by their beauty and let in any good-looking ones I saw.
The good news is that none of the recruits are good-looking.
The bad news is that the people we recruited are not only ugly, but also have problems.
This is the most problematic one. They even dared to attack me.
I don’t know if there are no good people in Tokyo, or if the person in charge of the interview has no idea how to judge people and just focuses on not recruiting police officers without considering anything else.
"He must be really hungry, he even attacked me." I couldn't help but complain.
The waiter chuckled. "Oh, don't say that, little cutie. You're really popular, otherwise how could someone come to you just by looking at you?"
It was just a casual remark, and I chuckled to myself, overflowing with confidence: "Just be modest. And even if no one comes, you will protect me~ Vermouth, I miss you so much!"
I skillfully threw myself into Vermouth's arms, rubbed the part of my body that was restrained by the bra but felt very comfortable, and smiled like a cat stealing some fish.
Uh, that’s not right. It can be considered a cat that steals fish?
Vermouth also rubbed my head skillfully: "What's wrong? Did you feel uncomfortable sleeping at Gin's place? I see you put a lot of concealer under your eyes."
I was stunned: "Huh? Is it stuck?"
"Of course not, I just noticed it." Vermouth, to whom I had sent a message boasting about moving to Gin's house the day after, looked thoughtful. "It seems I was right. Is it really uncomfortable to sleep at Gin's house?"
"Well, no, it's just that I can't figure out something." I curled my lips, but couldn't help dreaming again, "If I feel uncomfortable, can I stay at your house?"
"Of course I'm willing to let my little cutie sleep with me, but I'm afraid someone might be unhappy." Vermouth touched the back of my head again and again, saying, "If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
"That's right, I'm really not suitable for using my brain." I have never concealed my incompetence, especially in front of people from the Black Organization.
"That's not what I meant." Vermouth chuckled, "Well, it's just that I'm willing to answer questions for the little cutie."
28.
After hesitating for a long time, I still chose not to ask Vermouth directly.
I'm no naive person, and I understand that most of the Black Organization's members are only superficially harmonious. Gin and Vermouth might appear to have a good relationship, but that doesn't stop them from laughing at each other and even setting traps for each other. After all, the Black Organization has limited resources, and as the top members, they naturally have both cooperation and competition.
I secretly suspected that maybe Gin was upset because the Black Organization's request for me to move in was just a request from him, but he didn't want to? If that was the case, I couldn't tell Vermouth.
However, this doesn't fit with Gin's condition. If it's just because of the Black Organization's request, it can't explain the abnormality that followed. In this case, I can't tell Vermouth.
After much thought, I decided to follow Vermouth's advice (?) and go straight to Gin.
I really couldn't keep any secrets from Gin. I bit my lower lip and called out to Gin, who was about to go back to his room: "Hey, big brother, did the organization arrange for you to let me move in?"
Gin turned around and walked in front of me: "Hmm?"
Gin's actions made me subconsciously step back until I was backed against the wall with nowhere to retreat. I swallowed hard, my throat a little blocked. "If not, why did you agree to let me move in, brother? You don't seem very happy."
Gin stared at me in the dim light, like a cheetah ready to pounce, staring at its dying prey.
He sneered: "Why do you think I will do whatever the organization tells me to do?"
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