Chapter 23 Chapter 23 I’m unhappy because I didn’t guess…
Zhu Fu Jingguang was worried about the relationship diagram on the paper.
1207 is worried about the favorability of Rei Furuya.
It sighed in Zhu Fujingguang's mind.
It sighed a second time in Zhu Fu Jingguang's mind...
Just as the third tone began, Zhu Fujingguang finished writing the note on the name "Shirley", cutting off the disturbing noise.
"What are you doing?"
1207 stared at the bright red "4," wishing it could become 40 or even 100. "My impression of Rei Furuya hasn't changed in three months... Don't you guys call every day? It's no use at all."
During this period, it has watched more than 2,000 romance and spy movies, covering different civilizations and eras. It also carefully took thick notes and tried to use them as audio books for Zhu Fu Jingguang. Although the latter expressed his willingness to listen carefully and learn, he fell into a baby-like sleep when it read "When necessary, you should use your beauty to seduce the other party."
1207, surveying the crowd, was no longer the same 1207 it once was. It tried to awaken its host, who now seemed completely absorbed in his career. "Jingguang, you can't be so lazy anymore! The distance is already a disadvantage. If we don't hurry up, what if Furuya really does marry the person he mentioned?"
Zhu Fujingguang's pen tip, which was about to continue to fall, trembled, but fortunately he noticed it in time and picked it up, so as not to scratch the notes he had already made.
He simply put down his pen and asked 1207 calmly and in a good mood: "So, Teacher 1207, what should I do now?"
"Actually, I'd suggest you take a few selfies and send them to Jyoutani. Otherwise, it's a waste of your beautiful face..." 1207 had watched so many movies that even his wording wasn't as naive as it was at first. Just as he was about to expand on this point, he noticed Zhufu Jingguang yawning and reluctantly changed his words. "If that's all that matters, just post some daily photos to make your presence felt."
Zhu Fujingguang didn't expect that 1207 could actually come up with some feasible suggestions. He blinked his eyes a few times and was really tempted by what 1207 said.
He recalled how back in the police academy, he and Zero were annoyed by the childhood sweethearts next door who kept texting each other even though they were less than 20 meters apart. To tease them, they'd mimic their voices and send each other texts about everyday things they knew all too well, leading to a chaotic, meaningless exchange of words.
Later, Morofushi Kagemitsu and Furuya Rei joined the organization, and the exchange of information between Scotland and Bourbon became just a few words. The concerns and worries that could not be expressed could only be hidden in the unknown gazes.
With great difficulty, Zhu Fujingguang pulled his thoughts away from memories and opened his mobile phone album, only to find it was empty.
Zhu Fujingguang: "..."
The photos required for the mission are stored on a special hard drive and encrypted cloud disk, and Zhu Fu Jingguang obviously has a good habit. After each mission is completed, he archives the mission photos in time and deletes the photos on the mobile phone.
As for daily photos... Let's not talk about how he can have daily life when he is so busy. The deep-rooted undercover mentality still makes Zhu Fujingguang not leave any traces that may expose his information.
Zhu Fujingguang awkwardly exited the photo album on his phone, looked at the time, and decided to record his life from today on - starting with his diet.
After preparing a delicious T-bone steak and tomato soup, Morofushi Keimitsu searched his mind for the photography techniques that Hagiwara Kenji had shared with them before, tried his best to restore the tempting appearance of the food in the photos, and then sent them to Bourbon.
He received the reply only after he finished eating and cleared the table.
【？——Bourbon】
Seeing this question mark, Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but smile.
It seemed that Lord Bourbon was too busy to respond immediately, but Zhu Fujingguang could already imagine that on the other side of the earth, a blond and dark-skinned young man was frowning with a serious face, carefully analyzing the cuisine and the region, and trying to find information from the light and shadow and the placement of the tableware.
Then I came back empty-handed, so I reluctantly left a question mark and sent it.
Zhu Fujingguang replied: "After coming to Europe, I have learned a lot about local dishes. I would like to share them with you. If you want to learn, I can teach you."
This time Bourbon responded quickly.
【No, I don’t have time.】
The young man with cat eyes stared at the rejection for a few seconds, put his phone aside, and continued to organize the information that he had not completed because of the interruption from 1207.
He also wanted to find out what had happened to Scotland.
During dinner, Zhu Fujingguang was dragged out by Mescal to discuss cooperation with a Nordic family.
The agent who came was very fond of drinking. He started by drinking several bottles of aquavit, including Mezcal and Scotch.
Zhu Fujingguang had deliberately practiced his drinking capacity during his undercover training. Although he couldn't drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, the amount he drank now wouldn't make him feel drunk at all.
Most members of the organization are heavy smokers and drinkers, so he never expected that Scotland had a poor alcohol tolerance.
By the time he finished the third glass of wine, Zhu Fu Jingguang already felt something was wrong.
Fortunately, it was still early spring and the weather was very cool at night, so the other party would not notice that he was pouring the wine out with a napkin at his sleeve.
But it was unlikely that the alcohol that had already been drunk would dissipate so quickly. Fortunately, when dealing with external parties, Mezcal was barely a reliable teammate. After seeing Scotland make a gesture to him, he took full responsibility for the negotiations with the other party.
This led to him being maliciously teased by the other party after the negotiation, saying that he had thought the weak young man next to him was also a code member, but he turned out to be just a useless assistant.
Mescal smiled and said, "You're wrong. This is my bodyguard."
The other man glanced at Scotland, who was not even half as strong as him. "?"
Scotland: “…” Why did he feel like Mezcal was plagiarizing his smile.
Scotland politely declined Mezcal's suggestion to help him to the door of the safe house. He walked back all the way through the crowded square and even made two circles to shake off the people Mezcal sent to follow him, just to get rid of the wine.
By the time I got back to the safe house, half of the alcohol had dissipated, but I was still a little tipsy.
He didn't turn on the lights. He poured himself a glass of ice water in the moonlight and drank it slowly while staring at the light of his neighbor next door.
The figures of teenagers and children were reflected on the window glass, which was a warm yellow due to the light. They should be the brothers Al and Simon.
Just when there was only an ice ball left in the glass of ice water and Zhu Fujingguang was about to pour himself another glass, Bourbon, who had been indifferent and politely refused the Scottish brand cooking teaching during the day, called "Cat".
"Zero." He seemed to want to say something, but after saying hello, he fell silent and gave the right to speak to Bourbon on the other end of the phone.
"I've been in contact with the company you mentioned last time. It doesn't look very impressive, but its internal management is extremely strict. I haven't found an opportunity to replace the relevant personnel yet."
Zhu Fujingguang understood that Bourbon's pause was waiting for his opinion. It didn't necessarily mean that Bourbon was helpless. Sometimes it was just a habitual test from the other party.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a little tired today.
Psychological fatigue.
In the original world, the time when Zhu Fushi Jingguang felt the loneliest was when he joined the organization and started undercover but had not yet met Bourbon, but even so, he always felt that he had his brother, childhood friends, and peers supporting him behind the scenes.
But in this world, his brother couldn't even know that he was still alive, and he had become estranged from his former classmates because he joined the organization at a young age. As for his childhood friends... they could only test each other like they are now, and it was difficult for them to see each other's hearts under the masks.
Zhu Fujingguang gently covered his eyes with his palms, and the words he spoke were still calm and steady: "Maybe now is not the right time, Zero."
Just as Jinpei Matsuda said, being impatient and irritable is a big taboo.
"Since there's no such thing, why not proactively create the right opportunity?" Bourbon skillfully outlined the next phase of the plan for this matter, then proactively asked Zhu Fujingguang, "Mr. Cat, do you have any information you'd like to share with me?"
If it was Morofushi Kagemitsu who took the initiative to call Amuro Toru, it means that he must have information to tell the latter, but the reverse is not necessarily true.
Zhu Fujingguang pondered his recent progress in Europe and felt that it would not be long before he was recalled to Japan, so he dropped a bombshell: "There may be a rat next to you, Zero."
He said this just to let Furuya Rei check it himself, and he didn't expect the other party to immediately reply like this: "Who, Lei?"
Bourbon said this quite casually, an instinctive response - the instinct to push Lei into the kang.
Zhu Fujingguang: "..."
Jianggu Ling: "..."
As a teacher who is responsible for setting questions, what should you do if you find that students skip the process and directly guess the answer?
Of course, that means ordering the other party to do the questions seriously!
"Right? Zero has to find the evidence himself."
But Bourbon was the type who gave the teacher a headache. He would work backwards from the answer to the question, leaving the teacher with no rebuttal. Then he would change the subject: "Mr. Cat, are you telling me this because you suspect I'm also a mouse?"
When he asked, he was surprised: "How could Zero think that I thought of you this way? You are not Gin. Getting the handle on that person will only become a tool for you to obtain information... unless you want to climb up by sacrificing him."
It was an unspoken consensus between the two of them that Bourbon had little loyalty to the organization.
"Then I'll have to think carefully—" He dragged out the last syllable, his voice slowly switching from a strange bourbon to a soft and serious one: "Mr. Cat doesn't seem very happy today. Is it because I didn't guess that you were the undercover agent?"
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