Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Sorry, I let the handsome guy die...
31.
The day I was reborn was seven years before Ke Yuan, the year before the three bottles of whiskey were brought in, the year I graduated from the police academy, and the year Hagiwara Kenji died.
At the same time, it was more than three months before the explosion.
I don't have a Madonna complex where I love everyone selflessly and want to save everyone. Nor do I have a white knight syndrome where I need to gain self-worth by helping and saving others.
The reason I wanted to save Kenji Hagiwara was simple: I wanted to save him because I loved him and I cried many times over his sacrifice. He was an excellent police officer and he shouldn't have died like this.
But the question is not why I want to save him, the question is how I can save him.
I'm just a bartender thrown in for being too useless, a low-level member of the Black Organization, without even a code name. Even with the blessing of the original storyline, the original story only shows the appearance of the captured bomber, without a name at all.
That person was so ugly. I just remember that he was wearing glasses. If the 2D animation was turned into 3D reality, maybe I could recognize him if he appeared in front of me, but it is too difficult for me to find him.
If I really had this ability, I would have been sent by the Black Organization that trained me to do other dirty work.
Not to mention, I had just been assigned to work at the bar, and Gin was the one in charge of guiding me.
Gin, that's Gin. At that time, I felt that my top priority was to survive under Gin, and I had no energy or means to figure out how to save people.
How can I be so useless that Gin gives up on me and turns me into a murderer (no), but not so useless that Gin thinks I'm such a loser that he just throws me away as human waste? I really struggled for a long time.
After struggling for two months, I finally determined that my identity as a pure-blood member of the Black Organization could protect me from death at Gin's hands, as long as he didn't find out that I had any intention of leaving the Black Organization.
So the question is, if you want to save a policeman, even if he is a bomb disposal policeman, does it count as betraying the Black Organization?
Of course it counts.
So no matter how hard I try, I can't use the Black Organization's intelligence network to find the damn bomber, such as by checking the bomb materials sold on the black market. I can only rely on myself.
How can a waste rely on himself?
By the time I finally had the energy to think about the cause, there was only a month left until the crime. With no hacking skills and no acquaintance with Professor Agasa, I, a worthless person like me, chose the dumbest option: risking discovery and suspicion from the Black Organization by faxing a warning to the Metropolitan Police Department.
I wasn't stupid enough to use the equipment in the Black Organization's bar to send a fax. I used a public device several blocks away from the bar, and I used a different one every time I sent a fax. I also used a disguise, so there was no way they could locate me.
However, the fax plan still needs to be stopped, not because I moved to Gin's house...
The good news is that the Tokyo police have stepped up patrols within their jurisdiction, especially investigating objects suspected of being explosives.
Bad news, because I backfired and made the Japanese police suspect that I was in cahoots with the bomber.
...Is this the fate of the Black Organization members? The Black Organization members that Haibara Ai mentioned all have a special smell or something, so no matter how good they do, they will still be suspected of being villains!!!
When I happened to hear from an undercover agent who came to the bar to drink that a member of the police system said that his recent work focus was to investigate the sender of the fax that warned the Japanese police, I really suspected that I had lost all my strength and means.
And once again I realized that I am really just an ordinary person who can't do anything.
But, I still want to do something.
Sorry, I can't let the handsome guy die.
32.
It doesn’t matter. When necessary, it may be Lu Yiping instead of Yingzi who opens the door.
She is Lu Yiping, the one in the emoticon package who wrote in her diary, "I will not be defeated by difficulties."
Even if I'm suspected of being in the same gang as the bomber, I'll accept it. Since indirect warnings are useless, I'll just go straight in front of Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinping and tell them to be careful of their lives.
And I'm very lucky, Gin and Vodka are going to Osaka on a business trip in early November, which means I have more free time to stake out and remind them.
To send Gin off (?) on a business trip, I even helped him pack his luggage!
Even after I had packed my things, Gin didn't appreciate my kindness and told me that he didn't need any luggage when he went out.
"Ah? How can someone go out without luggage???" I was shocked.
Gin looked at me like I was a dog: "I'm on a mission, not traveling, why would I bring any luggage?"
I still couldn't understand: "Brother, aren't you going to be gone for many days? You're not bringing anything? Not even a change of clothes?"
Oh, by the way, speaking of spare clothes...hehe, hehe, hehehe!
My smile gradually became distorted uncontrollably.
Gin narrowed his eyes dangerously and called my name in a cold voice: "Open the door Yingzi."
I subconsciously said: "Here!"
"Put away your expression."
I curled my lips: "Oh."
"Get out of my room."
I curled my lips again: "Oh."
Gin was unhappy: "Are you not leaving yet?"
I pouted and complained a bit aggrievedly, "Brother, could you at least bring something? I've spent so much time packing my luggage in your room, and you're not bringing anything? What's the point? Am I a hardworking little bee?"
This is too much. If I don't need to bring any luggage, why did Gin just watch me fold my clothes? Didn't he stop me?
Gin suddenly laughed, and it made my whole body tremble: "I just want to take a look."
I was confused: "Huh?"
Maybe it was an illusion, but I actually felt that Gin was emitting a happy aura at this moment: "I want to see how many useless things this idiot wants to pack into my suitcase."
Well, it was really an illusion. He actually thought that the alcohol wipes, portable humidifier, and automatic mite remover that I carefully prepared for him, which are commonly used by sophisticated girls, were all useless.
Gin, you will never be a refined boy in your life! I snorted and walked away angrily.
What a tasteless guy!
"return."
"Ahhhhh, big brother, I was wrong. I didn't slam the door, I just closed it gently. It's all the fault of the evil wind in the room. Listen to my excuses, ahhhhh!"
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