Chapter 13 You Don't Care About Me
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Qianzhu stood at the hospital entrance with a smile on her face.
"So a month has already passed."
[Yes, host~]
He said that his injury was healed overnight.
With a sigh, Qianzhu flagged down a taxi with her meager belongings.
"Please go to 2-18 Beikacho."
Conan World Traveler's Handbook, Part 1: The traveler's address must be near the address of the main character.
Looking out the car window at the scenery behind him, Qianzhu took out the organization's special phone that was still on his body and glanced at it.
[Come to Safe House #3. —GIN]
[Where are they? —GIN]
[Petrandrance, where have you been for the past month? —Vodka]
[Reply immediately upon seeing the message; my brother seems very angry. —Vodka]
Looking at the message on her phone, Qianzhu fell silent.
What's wrong?
So their timelines are all normal?
He didn't believe it.
Back home, Qianzhu tidied up her things expressionlessly, then used her clone.
The original Chino Chitake stayed at home, while the clone Kurosawa used a fixed-point teleportation to leave the Chino residence.
But he focused most of his attention on Kurosawa, because he felt that something interesting was going to happen.
Kurosawa also took out his phone and randomly called a member with a codename to come and pick him up.
On his way to safe house number 3, he opened the system panel and took a look.
[Host: Chino Chizuru]
[Gender: Male]
[Age: 16]
[Relationship: None (because all of the original owner's relatives have passed away)]
[Status: Sick and weak (perhaps due to some stubborn obsession)]
[Accounts: 4 (Currently using account: Kurosawa)]
[Skills: Art (MAX); Cooking (MAX); Acting (MAX); Doppelganger (10); Weapon Mastery; Target Lock; Teleportation; Martial Arts (100+); Specimen Making (100+); Doll Making (100+); Sniping (100+); Driving Skills (90); Medical Skills (90); Disguise (90); Magic (90); Illusion (20); Magic (2)]
[Emotional Value: 57291]
Looking at the tens of thousands of emotion points, Kurosawa sighed inwardly.
These avatars, skills, and emotional values were almost all acquired by him during the eight years he retraced his steps using his clones.
In other words, Kurosawa is also a person who actually existed in Japan eight years ago and joined the Black Organization. The events that happened in the timeline affect the changes eight years later.
Looking back to that long period of time eight years ago is like watching a drama series at ten times the speed. He knows what happened in the plot, but the time spent watching the drama is not affected.
Since Kurosawa was brought back to the organization by the Boss eight years ago, he has spent eight years cultivating his emotions within the organization... no, he has lived in the organization for a full eight years.
The more than 50,000 emotional points were all obtained by exploiting the staff at the winery.
He was able to acquire those skills thanks to the generous staff at the brewery.
Oh, except for the ones in MAX, which he already had.
Outside Safe House #3.
Kurosawa casually thanked the driver and walked towards the safe house with his hands in his pockets, ignoring their horrified gazes.
The codenamed member: He thanked me!! Could he have noticed me?! Am I doomed?!
Filled with terrified thoughts, the member sped away in his car like lightning.
After entering the password and pushing open the door, Kurosawa noticed that there were quite a few people inside.
Blinking his big, round eyes, the silver-haired, green-eyed boy opened his arms and walked with a grin toward the silver-haired, black-clad man sitting on the sofa.
"Koto-chan~ Have you missed me in so long~~"
Gin gave him a cold glance, then pulled his Beretta out of his coat pocket, making his meaning quite clear.
Kurosawa's expression remained unchanged as he turned and embraced the platinum blonde beauty sitting on the single sofa next to him.
He nuzzled her cheek and asked in a sweet, cloying voice, "Did you miss me, sister?"
Vermouth smiled charmingly, reaching out to wrap her arms around the boy's waist. "Of course I want to~ my little sweetheart~"
"Tch." Gin, who was maintaining his beloved gun, scoffed coldly. "You haven't been seen for a month, aren't you going to offer any explanation?"
Kurosawa, who was holding Vermouth tightly, also turned to look at Gin, pouting as if he were a little aggrieved.
"The moment I got back, you demanded an explanation from me! You don't care about me at all! You didn't even ask if anything happened! If I was injured! If I was trapped somewhere! You don't care about any of that! All you care about is whether there are rats in the organization!"
The more he talked, the more convinced he became of the truth, so he buried his face in Vermouth's arms and began to sob.
Gin: "..."
"Don't cry, sweetheart. Gin is such a blockhead." Vermouth patted the boy's back, suppressing a laugh.
Hearing her words, Kurosawa also looked up as if his attention had been diverted, and pondered seriously, "Isn't it the giant iceberg in Antarctica that has never melted for thousands of years?"
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