Chapter 73 Artificial Weapons 9
The mission was sent to Cherry Brandy's mobile phone via email. It was a direct order from the boss, requiring him to return to the organization's research institute in Tottori Prefecture within three days.
Akiyama Kanade put away his phone first. The blond young man in the driver's seat noticed his action and asked casually, "What's the matter? Is there a mission?"
Qiu Shan grumbled, his tone hesitant, "It shouldn't count, right?"
The red light turned green, and Toru Amuro didn't continue the topic and started the car.
The two of them went to the mall today and bought some daily necessities and dog supplies. The daily necessities were for Cherry, and the dog supplies were for Harold.
In addition, there were many new clothes, all for Akiyama Kanade.
Since Cherry's clothes were all black hoodies, Bourbon followed this style when choosing clothes for him.
Akiyama Kanade didn't see Amuro Toru picking out clothes for her, but there were indeed a few new Bourbon-sized clothes in her closet - the styles and designs were different, but they were all very fashionable and handsome.
It is reasonable to speculate that someone from the public security department must have purchased Bourbon specifically and sent it over.
Behind every glamorous boss there is a secretary who works like a slave.
Speaking of which, Bourbon's position should be quite high. What was it like for him to be a superior in the public security department?
I always feel that it will be the strict yet gentle type.
"Yingtao, are you daydreaming?" Seeing the young man in black squatting in front of the closet without moving for a long time, Toru Amuro called him.
Akiyama Kanade came back to his senses and continued to sort out his clothes. He wanted to put the newly bought clothes into the closet.
Half of the closet was filled with his clothes, and the other half was filled with Bourbon's clothes. The apartment wasn't very big, so after Cherry moved in, Bourbon cleared out one of the small storage rooms and put a bed in it to serve as a second bedroom. But the second bedroom was too small to fit the new closet, so the two of them had to share one closet for now.
Akiyama Kanade knew that Bourbon was looking for an apartment nearby recently, but he had made up his mind that if Bourbon sent him to live in a new apartment alone, he would definitely find a way to come back.
Even if you're not paving the way for selling goods, living with Bourbon is a great experience.
There couldn't be a more gentle and thoughtful roommate than Bourbon.
In the morning, before Cherry wakes up, Bourbon will prepare breakfast, with a different flavor every day. Then the two of them go for morning exercise together. Bourbon will carefully correct those little habits of Cherry that hurt her body during training. He doesn't criticize her harshly. Instead, he will use a gentle and soft tone to slowly tell Akiyama Kanade what's unscientific about her movements and how to do better.
Then show him the standard moves.
Bourbon performed those training movements very neatly and beautifully. His tight wheat-colored muscles had smooth lines. They were not the kind of muscles that were overly muscular, but just the right amount, with both strength and beauty. Even if his head was covered in sweat, he would not look dirty or ugly when he wiped it gently with a tissue. Instead, everything looked brighter with the light in his purple-gray eyes.
Akiyama Kanade, who loves looks, really enjoys appreciating this picture.
Beauty is the common wealth of mankind.
So he deliberately made mistakes so that Bourbon could demonstrate it a few more times.
But it never worked.
For some reason, Bourbon always saw through his tricks. He watched him from the sidelines and said gently, "Do it again. You can do it right, right?"
Damn it! Did he lose his acting skills and brains after putting on the cherry vest?
Sometimes in the evening, Bourbon, who came back from the Café Poirot, would massage his temples and tell him how to relax his nerves.
Even Akiyama Kanade, who had no need to sleep, could be made so comfortable by his massage that she felt drowsy.
It was hard to imagine how many skills this terrifying man had.
As for sleeping at night, they each had their own room. Akiyama Kanade slept in the master bedroom, while Bourbon slept in the small storage room that had just been cleaned up.
It’s not that Akiyama Kanade deliberately abused Bourbon. When he was tidying up the small utility room, he always thought that this room was for him to sleep in. As a result, after he finished tidying up, Bourbon drove him to the master bedroom.
He tried to struggle, but Bourbon looked at him calmly and said, "Be obedient."
By the time he reacted, his legs had already subconsciously obeyed the command and ran towards the soft bed - the bed had the same attraction to the living and the dead, which was too fair in this respect.
Out of guilt and remorse, Akiyama planned to steal Bourbon's work in the middle of the night while he was not paying attention. However, with his excellent hearing, he discovered that Bourbon was still working at two in the morning.
His expression was numb.
He firmly believed that even Bourbon needed sleep to recharge, and he must have time to close his eyes.
At three o'clock in the morning, the sounds of work finally stopped. But Bourbon's breathing in his sleep was not stable. As soon as Akiyama Kanade unlocked the master bedroom door, the breathing there paused - probably Bourbon was awakened.
After a while, the clear-eyed blond young man opened the door, frowned slightly, and asked with a slightly worried tone, "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"
Who is the one who can’t sleep well?
Akiyama Kanade numbly shook his head and returned to bed, continuing to listen to Bourbon's unsteady breathing. At five in the morning, the man named Akiyama Kanade, who was doubtful whether he was still a carbon-based creature, got up.
A new day of working life began.
If Bourbon died suddenly at work one day, Akiyama Kanade would definitely not be surprised.
Unable to bear letting him work any more, Akiyama Kanade gave up many of his bad tastes towards Bourbon and behaved very well every day. Even when asked to learn the Six Laws, which was a requirement that was in line with the principles of heaven and desire, he agreed with tears in his eyes.
If this can help Bourbon sleep a little better, then it will be worth it.
Akiyama Kanade deliberately hung her new clothes between Bourbon's clothes, breaking the original clear-cut pattern.
Bourbon, who was watching him packing his closet from behind, of course noticed his actions, but he just smiled helplessly and did not stop him.
After packing up all the new clothes, Akiyama Kanade clapped her hands, pulled out her head from the closet, and closed the door. Bourbon stood at the door holding Haro, leaning against the door frame in a daze, the faint white light making his outline a little hazy.
Bourbon's eyes were fixed on a certain point without focus, and his hands were unconsciously smoothing Harold's hair.
Bourbon seemed to have some plan. He often suddenly fell into deep thought like this recently.
He never told Sakura what he thought, and Akiyama Kanade didn't ask either. But he vaguely guessed that Bourbon's plan might be related to a certain FBI.
But what does this have to do with innocent, lovely cherry brandy?
It’s a pity that he can’t wear a cherry vest and eat first-hand melons on the spot.
"Bourbon, I want to go back to the institute," he said to Bourbon.
Bourbon didn't hear it the first time, so Akiyama Kanade had to repeat it again. This time the blond young man came back to his senses and was stunned for a moment, "Did the organization ask you to go back? A mission?"
When the word "mission" was mentioned, his expression became a little grim.
"What can you do at the institute? Is there a member who has defected and you need to clean them up?" He paused and added, "...If it involves a mission that cannot be disclosed, you don't have to tell me."
"No." Bourbon was very sensitive to the word "mission". Perhaps eight out of ten missions of the organization involved human lives, so as a public security officer he had to pay attention.
Akiyama Kanade comforted him, "Maybe there's just an experiment that needs my help... Well... If everything goes well, I'll be back soon."
Hearing his words, Amuro Tomo revealed a relieved expression. He thought for a moment and said, "In that case, you can stay in the institute for a while. I have something to take care of here."
There was a sudden sharp flash in his eyes.
Akiyama Kanade felt that a certain FBI agent was really going to be in trouble.
If he died, he would consider wearing a white flower on his chest and going to pay his respects.
It is impossible to go back to the research institute. Even if Akiyama Kanade doesn't know what the organization is planning to do, he can think of what can be done by calling a test subject back to the research institute with Vodka's brain.
Akiyama Kanade decisively ran away and sent a spare body back.
He connected to the backup body Sakura Kanade with a thread of consciousness.
Back at the institute, Sakura was sent back to the familiar glass room. Based on the researchers' brief words, he understood their intentions - they were going to re-record the only successful artificial weapon experiment data.
Boring, just block his account for this kind of thing.
The backup body had already been programmed to run automatically, and Akiyama Kanade was too lazy to even leave any consciousness behind. He had no interest in what those researchers were trying to do.
Who told them that none of these people had pure souls? That made him lose interest in acting.
Taking advantage of this free time, Akiyama Kanade plans to verify a hypothesis, a hypothesis related to Scotland.
He put on Ameko's vest and boarded the train to Nagano Prefecture.