The plan to pretend to be Fenjiu and go to the base was not implemented immediately. Amuro Toru took you to his apartment to stay temporarily, and then gave you a bunch of documents related to Heijiang, so that you could first understand him in this world.

As you silently flip through the documents written in black and white, beads of sweat appear on your forehead - what this guy did was truly ruthless.

It's like jumping into an inkwell. You can just shoot it.

No wonder Jyouya hates himself so much. You have half-moon eyes. I can totally understand that.

And the cause of death of the Scottish organization was stamped as an explosion accident during the mission. But since Amuro Toru said that the other party was not dead and was related to Kuroe - then this stamp was probably manipulated by Kuroe.

If you were asked to pretend to be him... you wouldn't be able to learn that kind of temperament in a short time. But it should be enough to fool ordinary people. You believe in your acting skills.

At worst, I can just say less. That's fine. You think.

You heard the door unlock at the entrance, but you didn't look up. It must be Toru Amuro who has returned from his mission.

"...Fenjiu?" A slightly surprised voice.

Your brain takes a second to react, and you immediately determine that the voice belongs to Matsuda Jinpei - or in other words, Canadian. Your mind tenses up instantly.

The documents in your hand and on the table, the distance between the table and the door. You think quickly in your mind, and your hand steadily turns the paper upside down on the pile of documents. While looking up, you naturally press the book on the corner of the table to cover the content of the copy.

"What brought you here?" You asked, trying to keep your tone even.

"I should ask you this question." Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyebrows slightly, "This is the safe house for me, Bourbon, and...Scotland."

“…” Huh? ? This is outrageous! What on earth was Amuro Toru thinking when he chose such a dangerous hybrid safe house!

Although you were complaining like crazy in your heart, you still couldn't show your panic on your face. You replied expressionlessly: "What does this have to do with you?"

...The tone is so aggressive. You almost want to shake yourself, but you can't take back what you said. I hope I don't upset the other party.

“……” The other person seemed to be choked. He went into the house and closed the door. You couldn’t see his expression clearly.

“……”Maybe you should find an excuse to go out.

You are thinking of an excuse when the other party speaks up again: "Of course it does matter."

You paused for a few seconds before realizing he was answering your previous question.

"After all, this is my house." Jinpei Matsuda walked closer.

"Bourbon brought me in." You tried hard not to look at the documents, and in your heart you prayed that Matsuda would not move.

"... Bourbon?"

——It seems that things never go as planned. You caught a glimpse of Matsuda reaching out to take the book from the documents.

With a crisp "pa" sound, you clapped your hands on the book, looked up and met Matsuda's surprised eyes.

"..." It's completely instinctive behavior. You have no choice but to say, "Don't be in a hurry to read. Shouldn't you wash your hands first after coming back from outside?"

Ah, this sentence is full of loopholes. You are completely numb. I hope the other party doesn't mind and just think that Heijiang is a clean freak.

"..." Matsuda didn't respond for a moment, but he loosened his grip on the corner of the book.

Only then did you smell the faint smell of blood, lingering around the policeman in a black suit. You spoke subconsciously: "Are you injured? Are you okay, Matsuda?"

There was surprise in Jinpei Matsuda's dark eyes at first, and then that confusion slowly turned into something else, and he was staring at you. You put your left hand under the table and grabbed the edge of your pants, and you were sweating a little.

If I care about him, then... isn't that right? Although I felt that our interaction was a little strange when I first met him, I think the relationship between me and Matsuda is... not bad.

You blinked slowly, and in the split second you took a breath, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed your collar. Your vision was spinning, and when you came to your senses again, you were pressed against the table by him, and the cold barrel of a gun was pointed at your temple.

"Who are you?"

"!" The pain from the collision was behind you, and you were almost certain that the spot where you hit the corner of the table must have turned blue. The other person's expression was very cold, which was the way he treated the criminals that you rarely saw.

“…”

He obviously misunderstood your silence, and the hand that grabbed your collar tightened around your neck, and you felt suffocated instantly. Your right hand touched the Glock in your pocket, and you hesitated whether to take it out - this moment of hesitation made you lose the opportunity to counterattack.

Matsuda put his finger on the trigger: "Don't move."

“……” You were really suffocating, and you pointed to your neck to indicate that you couldn’t say a word when he was like this.

The other person slightly relaxes his tight grip, then pauses, raises his hand and pinches your face: "Isn't this a disguise?"

“……” You took a deep breath of fresh air, and could only roll your eyes when Matsuda pulled your face hard.

The other man smiled, albeit only briefly. He let go of you completely, but still kept the gun pointed at you.

You rub your lower back and sit up: "Really? I don't even have a voice changer on my neck. My voice is the same. Of course it's me - why are you suddenly..."

"I'm not hurt, it's not my blood." the other party suddenly said.

"…"Why does Matsuda always take some time to reply to your last question?

"Thank you for your concern," he rubbed his fingertips on the trigger, "...Jiang Lai."

"...So, can you stop pointing the gun at me?" Being pointed at by the black muzzle of a gun really makes people feel uncomfortable.

Matsuda was silent for a second, with a strange expression on his face. He slowly said, "After eliminating all the impossible, the last one, even if it is bizarre, is... the truth."

“???” Wrong channel, bro!

"You shouldn't be here."

"I know, I'll leave later." You said with a crescent-shaped eye, "You have a strong sense of territory." Finally, I have an excuse to leave here!

"I don't mean this room."

“……” You raised your eyes, and Matsuda Jinpei’s expression was a little complicated. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking at the moment - or what his mood was.

"He usually only calls me by my code name and won't let me call him Jiang Lai. And...his relationship with Bourbon is terrible, there's no way he would let you come to this apartment." Matsuda laughed softly, "And - that book is mine."

Matsuda's...book? You always thought it was Amuro Toru's! Because when you came back on the first day, it was Amuro Toru who took the book and put it on the table.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze, and it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe based on the other party's posture.

“……” You were silent, your hand holding the gun in your pocket was sweating.

"...You should go back to where you belong." Matsuda raised his gun hand slightly.

Your kidneys surge with adrenaline. Almost at the same time, the door behind Matsuda opens again. Looking over Matsuda's shoulder, you see the figure in the backlight also raise his arms.

There was a slight sound of air breaking, and before Matsuda could turn around, a thin anesthetic needle had been inserted into the back of his neck.

"Bourbon?!"

You were still a little dazed, and subconsciously raised your hand to catch the person who was throwing the gun forward, and the opponent's gun fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Matsuda's pupils shrank slightly, and the sleepiness that quickly surged up in him swept over like a tide.

The anesthetic took effect quickly, but Matsuda grabbed the corner of your clothes tightly and uttered a few words with difficulty.

"Don't...believe him..."

“…”What?

At this moment he is very close to you, but his voice is as light as air. Your strengthless body slides down under the gravity. You can hardly hold him up with his whole strength pressing on you, so you slowly squat down and put the sleeping Matsuda on the ground.

Amuro Toru walked towards you with his long legs and small steps, his shadow stretched very long on the ground. You still hung your head in a daze until Amuro Toru walked in front of you: "Are you okay?"

His voice was filled with concern. You looked up and saw his slightly apologetic purple-gray eye mask: "I'm sorry... Canadian had a mission recently, so I thought he wouldn't be back."

"But luckily we caught up with him." Amuro Toru bent down and pulled you up, "It seems that he recognized that you are not Fenjiu and is going to shoot."

"..." You opened your mouth, "What should we do next?"

"He won't wake up in a short time." Amuro Toru smiled, "When he wakes up, you can leave. It will be fine."

"……good."

"But just in case, we'd better act quickly." Amuro Toru patted your shoulder. "Have you finished reading the information, Jiang Lai?"

"I've finished reading it." You nodded.

"Then let's go tomorrow," he smiled, "while Fenjiu still has tasks to do, it's perfect."

"I'll spend the rest of today teaching you exactly what to do, how about that?" Although he used the sentence pattern of negotiation, his tone was full of the meaning of not being able to be refused.

You remained silent, with mixed thoughts in your mind. When Toru Amuro looked at you, you suddenly came out of your thoughts and nodded obediently: "Okay."

Only then did he release his hand on your shoulder and slowly went to collect the documents on the desk.

You stood there somewhat awkwardly, your eyes drifting for a while, and you chose to drag Matsuda, who was lying on the ground, into the house.

When you come out of the room, Toru Amuro has already shredded all the data with a shredder. He pours the fragments into an iron bucket and then throws in a piece of burning toilet paper.

The red-gold flames burned in the iron bucket, devouring all the black words on the white paper, and the flickering flames reflected in Amuro Toru's eyes. He caught a glimpse of you and asked as if he remembered something, "By the way, what did Canadian say to you in the end?"

The tone was very casual. The shadow from the sunlight blocked by the half curtains fell on the side of his face, making it difficult to see his expression.

"...Nothing," you pursed your lips and smiled, "You just called my name."

"I was a little curious... He looked like he was going to say something." You blinked, "but in the end, he fell asleep."

"Oh, that's good." Amuro Toru curled his lips, "I was worried that he would say something provocative, which would be detrimental to our cooperation."

"After all, the most important thing for perfect cooperation is to trust each other first," said Toru Amuro with a smile.

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