Chapter 4242

I never thought that GIN, who usually wears black clothes and has a sullen face, behaves coldly, cruelly and arrogantly, actually has such a side behind the scenes.

Bermode put his hand to his lips and smiled.

Not only did they pay me money, they also called me that kind of thing... So the end result of suppressing your emotions all day long is abnormal development?

The person in front of me - looking at the person who just spoke in a serious and proper manner, it seems that he doesn't know who he and GIN are. The complete memory of that time seems to have been completely wiped out.

Vermouth has no special opinion about the Jack of Clubs. He can't say he likes her, nor does he hate her. Overall, he has a slightly higher favorability towards her than others.

The two of them had almost no private interactions. The few times they came into contact were when J of the Plum Blossom was ordered to protect her from close range - the reason was that she was a big star and it was not convenient for her to do it openly, so she needed someone else to do it.

With only a little cooperation, Vermouth had a good impression of the Jack of Clubs. The fox-eyed young man didn't have those little tricks or extra thoughts, he just worked hard and did one thing well.

What a pity. She thought with a hint of regret. Why could this person not let go of the thought and go down a path that is completely opposite to the past?

It's not like there have been cases where members of an organization have been turned against their will, either for power, fame, or money. These are common tactics used by both the black and white sides, and they never fail.

Vermouth didn't know why the Jack of Clubs rebelled, but his intuition suggested that it wasn't any of these.

But if you say that you betrayed for ideals or justice, it would be a bit ridiculous and even absurd. Only a child would say such naive words. Is the Jack of Clubs still a child?

Vermouth could more or less guess the reasons why Mr. K's final decision was not to execute him but to erase his memory and induce him to start over.

As a knight, the J of Clubs should be the one that Mr. K trusts the most and will accompany him the longest in the future. However, he later finds out that the other party had chosen a completely different path from the very beginning - just like the chess piece left the chessboard before the game started.

Mr. K’s obsession is definitely higher than resentment and anger. So he will definitely choose to do it again, to completely grasp the chess piece and control the chessboard.

However, people are not chess pieces, and life is not a chessboard. A single move can affect the entire body, and there is no absolute reincarnation or inheritance.

Vermouth has lived longer and seen more things, so naturally she sees things more clearly than the young heir Mr. K.

Because of the experiments the organization had conducted on her, Vermouth has mixed feelings about the organization and is only moderately loyal. Rather than being loyal to the organization, she prefers to enjoy her life more flexibly.

Now, she roughly realized that something was wrong with the fox-eyed young man, and the fact that Gin seemed to be reporting in a preposterous manner, but Vermouth had no intention of saying anything.

It is more fun to watch than to tell on others. GIN usually has no weaknesses and is very cautious, but didn't she discover a little secret?

Maybe next time, I can use this opportunity to tease GIN. Vermouth's red lips curled slightly and her beautiful eyes curved.

She thought that the family's money would only be kept for Porsche and Berlutta, but it turned out that some of it was secretly spent on men outside - it was really hard to imagine.

(On the other side, Gin, who was taking the blame for his leader, felt an inexplicable chill, as if his reputation had been damaged)

Near the melon stall, the fans and onlookers behind Vermode couldn’t hear their conversation clearly, but after a while, they couldn’t help but get a little agitated.

"What are they selling here? Aren't they technological products? Why are there so many melons here?"

"What a great plan... I guess the stall owner had heard about the goddess Chris's coming and planned to get a stall to attract the goddess' attention with unique merchandise."

"The stall owner is pretty good-looking, with golden eyes that slant up like a fox. What's that thing next to him? How can there be such a long watermelon?"

"It's a person. It's a person cosplaying as a watermelon."

"Well, I understand the reason, but why are there such long watermelons?"

"I told you it was a cosplay by a human!"

The chaotic and noisy voices buzzed together, but Shuichi Akai remained calm, his entire attention focused on the conversation between the two just now.

Although he couldn't infer the whole situation because of the limited information he knew, he could still guess from the limited information he had about the organization - the fox-eyed young man might have an acquaintance in the organization.

Maybe I can pay more attention here in the future and explore further along the clue of the young man with fox eyes. Maybe I can get more information, Akai Shuichi thought.

Bermode got the information she wanted. She stopped asking questions or guiding him. She smiled and nodded to continue the previous topic: "Cut a watermelon at your leisure."

She casually pointed her slender hand forward without any specific meaning.

Asahi Yuqiu was still holding the watermelon that her black-haired employee had just picked. Upon hearing this, she placed the watermelon that the good employee had picked on the table and said, "Okay, ma'am, this is it."

He believed in the luck of his black-haired employee.

Asahi Yuaki symbolically tapped the melon with his hand, and after confirming once again that it was ripe, he resolutely picked up the fruit knife beside him.

Let’s get started, Watermelon-kun!

The rising sun and setting autumn are in my mind.

Will it be cooked? Yes, it will be cooked.

Under the gaze of countless eyes around him, Chao Ri Xi Qiu slowly exhaled, steadied his arms, raised his knife and chopped the watermelon!

“Crack.”

The watermelon was split open, revealing a thin skin and abundant flesh. A refreshing sweetness filled the air. Everything looked perfect, except for one problem: the color of the flesh.

The people around lowered their heads and looked at the watermelon flesh.

It was an incomparably red color, as if every cell was radiating red, and even the seeds embedded in the flesh were pure red.

Morning Sun and Evening Autumn:?

Isn't this a bit too ripe... Even the watermelon seeds are red, isn't that too exaggerated? This is too red, watermelon! ? !

The black straight-haired employee's luck has reached another extreme.

Chao Ri Xi Qiu paused, wanting to take advantage of the moment when everyone was stunned to cut a normal melon.

Please, don't be so popular!

Shuichi Akai beside him was the only one who was not stunned because of his elevated mentality. When he saw the pure red watermelon, he still thought, "So what?"

He caught a glimpse of Chao Ri Xi Qiu's outstretched hand, and responsibly performed his duties as a shop assistant, picking up another watermelon from the pile of watermelons next to him.

Chaori Xiqiu originally wanted to touch a melon himself, but the employee next to him handed him another one.

In this brief moment, Chao Ri Xi Qiu hesitated. He was thinking, if he took over this melon, wouldn’t the seeds still be red?

No, no, no, according to the law of conservation of luck, the black-haired employee should not touch such a red melon again.

After a while, Asahi Yuaki finally took the watermelon that looked completely normal from Akai Shuichi's hand.

He raised the fruit knife and cut it off with a snap!

The watermelon was split in half again, revealing the red flesh inside.

This one is even redder than the previous one. It’s so red that except for the outer layer which is normal rind, the inside is all red.

Chaori Xiqiu: "..."

What's going on, black straight employee, why do all the melons you touch turn red? Are you a red spirit?

Someone nearby chuckled and said contemptuously, "Your melon is too fake."

Hearing someone questioning, Chao Ri Xi Qiu suddenly stood up: "Is it fake? How is it fake!"

You can question anything but the quality of his melons!

He immediately cut the red melon into small pieces, picked up a piece and took a big bite, his expression like a giant fox with puffed cheeks.

“Real watermelon, okay?”

Bermode: "..."

If the suspicion that the J of Clubs was in the wrong state was still seven points just now, it has now reached ten points - and it is no longer a suspicion, but a certainty.

Bermode raised his eyebrows slightly, and became more curious about GIN's Spring and Autumn style of writing. How did he do it?

She knew that Gin would not lie to his boss, so the facts must have been processed in a certain artistic way so that Mr. K would not notice.

Just at this moment, a sharp scream suddenly broke out from the other side.

"ah--!!!"

The pitch of the shout was extremely high, a cry made by a person in extreme fear. It penetrated the noisy crowd and instantly quieted the bustling trade fair.

Akai Hideichi instinctively tensed up and turned his head to look.

Behind the open side door, there was a man hanging upright on a rope - it was their target this time, Section Chief Yoshida who was related to the organization and was eventually silenced.

At that time, he just knocked the opponent unconscious, and left the subsequent handling operations to his teammates. Now it seems that his teammates chose to hang him.

Shuichi Akai was not nervous. He believed that his teammates, whose backup codename was Scotland, would be able to clean up the mess very well and leave no traces that could be traced back to them.

The screaming and crying woman fell on Section Chief Yoshida. Judging from her age, she should be his daughter.

The woman burst into tears at first, and after confirming that her father was dead, she wiped away her tears heavily and even put one hand into Section Chief Yoshida's mouth!

Everyone was stunned when they saw this, staring in amazement as the other person forcibly pried a false tooth out of his own father's mouth.

The woman stood up, raised the false tooth in her hand, tears in her eyes: "I know the murderer must be in the crowd - I will play the last words my father shouted."

That tooth actually has a rare short-term storage device!!!

Upon hearing this, Akai Shuichi's body stiffened and his mood sank a little.

Normally, when checking items such as eavesdropping devices, clothes and shoes are checked, and few people would place them in the teeth because the mouth is not suitable for long-term storage of electronic items and the recording effect is not clear.

I never thought that Section Chief Yoshida would install such a thing in his teeth!

The woman picked out a small object from her dentures. Everyone held their breath and looked over subconsciously, waiting for what would happen next.

Shuichi Akai thought back to what had just happened. Logically, a memory stick of this size and placed in this location could only record a little.

The last thing that person shouted seemed to be——

At this moment, the woman also pressed the play button, and vague voices came from the space.

"… Watermelon, killed someone!!!"

Asahi Yuki, who was watching the gossip curiously, said: …?

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes fell on the melon stall owner Chao Ri Xi Qiu.

Asahi Yuaki: This isn’t right, right?

He pointed at himself with one hand, his eyes widened: "...Me?"

Watermelon, what are you colluding with the main plot? Are you trying to put him in jail? What kind of prison game is this?