·74｜Exclusive from Jinjiang·74
Returning to the mission, fourth playthrough.
Golden particles enveloped his body, and the dual journey through time and space intensified the feeling of weightlessness. Lai Chuan Huang Quan was placed by the administrator six months before Matsuda Jinpei's death.
The pillars of light around her began to dissipate, and Raikawa Yomi only had time to glance at the scene before she fell onto the soft bed with a thud.
Suddenly, someone fell from the sky behind them. The two snipers from the Mobile Squad, who were sitting on the edge of the bed changing clothes, froze and turned their heads to stare in horror at Raikawa Yomi lying on the bed behind them.
They were shirtless, their muscular physiques outlined by the lights, both strong and sexy, yet not exaggerated. Broad backs, narrow waists, and powerfully defined arm muscles—the kind that could easily lift Lai Chuan Huang Quan with one hand—male hormones permeated every pore.
Before Raikawa Yomi could react, Hagiwara Kenji swiftly grabbed the edge of the blanket and wrapped Raikawa Yomi in it like a spring roll.
"Kenji!"
Lai Chuan Chongchong's hands and feet were trapped under the blanket, with only her hair bun and a small tuft of hair peeking out from one end of the cylindrical blanket. She was so angry that she kept twisting and turning in the blanket, making herself look like a fish out of water.
"Are you an idiot, you second-year graduate student?! Let go of me!!"
Yomi Lai was furious. During her forced recovery, she thought of Kenji Hagiwara every day. Finally able to meet him, this guy actually wrapped her in a blanket and restrained her.
"Wait a minute!" Kenji Hagiwara frowned. "Jinpei and I aren't wearing any clothes."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan paused for a moment, then twisted even more violently: "What have you two been doing behind my back! You're not wearing any clothes!!"
"Are you an idiot?" Kenji Hagiwara pressed his body against his girlfriend, whom he had sealed under the covers. "Jinpei and I just received a call from Furuya requesting backup, and we were just getting ready to change into our suits and head out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lai Chuan Huang Quan stopped struggling and lay on the bed pretending to be dead like a dead fish.
Kenji Hagiwara sighed helplessly, "I'm letting go now, but Softie can only come out after we've changed our clothes, okay?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan was wrapped in the blanket, and after a long silence, he finally uttered a muffled voice: "I know..."
But in fact, the instant she fell onto the bed, Lai Chuan Huang Quan had already clearly seen the two police officers' naked bodies. She curled up in the blankets, the rustling sound of the men dressing filling her ears. The belts clicked as they were fastened, burning the tips of Lai Chuan Huang Quan's ears red.
Kenji Hagiwara pulled out a blue striped tie and started to tie it around his neck, but then stopped halfway through. After a moment's hesitation, he ripped off the tie that was already halfway tied.
"Soft bread~"
Kenji Hagiwara smiled and turned to look behind him. When he called out to Yomi Raikawa, his voice was as sweet and cloying as ever, like a spring breeze stirring up fallen petals, "Could you help me tie my tie..."?
The last few words stuck in his throat, and Kenji Hagiwara's smile froze, his brows slowly furrowing. Behind them, Raikawa, who was huddled under the covers, had already poked half his head out from the edge of the blanket, staring at them with bright, sparkling eyes as he watched the whole process of them changing clothes.
Hagihara Kenji:…
Kenji Hagiwara laughed in exasperation, gritting his teeth as he said, word by word, "Soft, bread."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan looked completely innocent and muttered under his breath, "What does it have to do with anything? It's not like I haven't seen it before..."
Kenji Hagiwara rolled the blanket around a few times, pulling out Yomi Raikawa who was wrapped in it: "What about Jinpei? Have you seen his body too?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan pouted, his face scrunching up guiltily: "But I only looked at you."
Before Hagiwara Kenji could speak, Matsuda Jinpei, who had already tied his tie, casually pulled out his sunglasses and put them on: "Hmph, three years have passed, Yomi, you really haven't changed at all."
He curled the corners of his mouth and deliberately spoke in a slow, deliberate tone, enunciating clearly: "Miss Rogue."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan sat on the bed, arms crossed, fuming: "And what about you? You filthy scoundrel who changes clothes in front of other people's girlfriends."
"Huh?" Matsuda Jinpei raised an eyebrow. "It was you who wanted to stick your head out and look!"
"I'm not looking at you—ugh!"
Before she could finish speaking, Raikawa Yomi was pinched on the cheek by Hagiwara Kenji, who forced her to turn her head to look at him.
Kenji Hagiwara sat sideways on the edge of the bed next to Yomi Raikawa: "Soft bread."
He smiled, his voice still sweet and pleasant, but Lai Chuan Huang Quan inexplicably got goosebumps all over his body.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan: "W-What are you doing?"
Kenji Hagiwara pinched Yomi Laichuan's soft cheeks, stared at her for a long while, and then sighed with a helpless smile, his eyes curving downwards: "Do you want to help? If you do, hurry up and change into your dress, preferably a formal gown."
"Okay!"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan chuckled, jumped off the bed, and opened the wardrobe, only to find it filled with beautiful dresses of various styles.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Hagiwara Kenji with her bright almond-shaped eyes: "This is...!"
Kenji Hagiwara smiled and said, "It's a gift for you."
He sat on the edge of the bed, his chin resting on his hand, his violet eyes reflecting Lai Chuan Huang Quan's image, gentler than the moonlight by the stream. He would only occasionally catch a glimpse of a pretty dress through a shop window when passing by on the street, and the image of Soft Bread in high heels, beaming with a smile, would unconsciously float into his mind—Soft Bread would look so good in that.
Before he knew it, he had bought so many dresses that they could fill a four-door wardrobe.
Kenji Hagiwara stepped forward and ruffled Yomi Laichuan's hair: "The new high heels are in the shoe cabinet too. We'll wait for you outside, and you can come out as soon as you're done changing."
After saying that, he turned around, grabbed Matsuda Jinpei's shoulder, and pushed him out: "But hurry up, or Kofuruya and the others might not be able to wait."
"Okay."
As Kenji Hagiwara closed the door behind him, Yomi Laichuan was already holding up two long dresses covered by dustproof film and gesturing in front of the mirror.
Kenji Hagiwara leaned against the railing, squeezed two cigarettes from his pack, gave one to Jinpei Matsuda, and then slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke, looking preoccupied.
During the three years that Yomi Yorikawa was removed from the underworld, he and Matsuda Jinpei had intermittent dreams of many scenes. Although they were not coherent, they were enough for them to piece together what had happened back then.
Three years, endured only with longing and a few photographs, was unbearable enough. To make matters worse, he had to keep her company in her dreams, laughing and watching her cry. Each time he woke up, Kenji Hagiwara could only sit on the edge of the bed, feeding on darkness and loneliness.
However, just three days ago, the administrator contacted them for the first time, informing them that Lai Chuan Huang Quan would be deployed there in the next few days. Upon receiving the news, Hagiwara Kenji immediately stocked up on two large boxes of bear-shaped cookies, and the smile on his face never left his lips.
Kenji Hagiwara never expected that Yomi Raikawa would fall from the sky while they were changing clothes, peeking out from under the covers with her bright, almond-shaped eyes as she watched him change. Her expectant yet shy expression made it impossible for Kenji Hagiwara to be angry with her.
"Kenji, Officer Matsuda."
The voice I've been longing for came from the other side of the door.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan stepped out of the room, lifted her skirt and twirled around, the train of her dress swaying like a flower in the wind: "How is it? Does it look good?"
Her long hair cascaded obediently over her shoulders, adorned with a pearl and crystal hair clip by her ear. A long blue dress hugged her petite yet shapely figure. The skirt was made of layers of tulle in gradient colors, and the low-cut neckline revealed her delicate collarbone and a glimpse of her fair breasts.
The two people at the door were both taken aback.
The next second, Kenji Hagiwara raised his hand and covered Jinpei Matsuda's eyes with his palm.
Matsuda Jinpei, surrounded by complete darkness: ?
Kenji Hagiwara smiled faintly: "She looks beautiful, like a little princess in a fairy tale."
Matsuda Jinpei was utterly exasperated. He slapped Hagiwara Kenji on the arm, gave him a disgusted look, and then glared at Raikawa Yomi: "Hey, you little coward."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan tilted his head blankly: "What?"
Matsuda Jinpei casually stubbed out his cigarette: "Call me Jinpei."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan raised an eyebrow: "Huh? Officer Matsuda, what nonsense are you spouting..."
Matsuda Jinpei: "Five meals of yakiniku (grilled meat)."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan smiled obediently in an instant: "Officer Jinpei."
Hagihara Kenji:…
He frowned, then laughed and protested loudly, "Hey, soft bread, you've been bought off so easily."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan clutched her skirt, her face full of embarrassment: "But it's loose..."
Noticing Matsuda Jinpei's raised eyebrow, Yomi Raikawa quickly changed her tune: "Jinpei said he'd treat me to five tons of yakiniku (grilled meat)."
Matsuda Jinpei was completely unaware that he had fallen into the Yorikawa Yomi word game. He leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket, a smirk on his face, and turned to look at the sunset on the horizon.
Kenji Hagiwara sighed helplessly, not daring to linger any longer, and took Yomi Rikawa's hand to walk downstairs.
After helping Lai Chuan Huang Quan lift her skirt and see her into the car, Hagiwara Kenji got into the driver's seat and immediately pulled out several boxes of bear-shaped cookies, stuffing them into Lai Chuan Huang Quan's arms. Matsuda Jinpei, in the passenger seat, glanced at the woman in the back seat who was holding a cookie box in one hand and stuffing a bear-shaped cookie into her mouth with the other, humming a song with her eyebrows curving in happiness, and muttered under his breath, "Idiot."
He rested his chin on his hand, took out his phone, and dialed: "Amuro and the others are already at the hotel." Once they were out of the safe zone, Matsuda Jinpei's way of addressing them would change.
Kenji Hagiwara turned the steering wheel, glancing at his girlfriend in the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time: "By the way, tell Softie about the current situation here."
The Black Organization is collaborating with several mechanical and programming engineers to develop a high-precision mechanical program. While Hagi and Matsu lack extensive knowledge of programming code, they are experts in mechanics.
Moreover, during the three years that Yomi Yorikawa was away, Matsuda Jinpei successfully infiltrated the organization by virtue of his villainous appearance, meticulous information gathering, and strong logical and reasoning abilities.
It was a hidden channel that the entire police department had never imagined.
—“The organization maintains a high degree of secrecy; even members do not all know each other.” (1)
This was information that Furuya Rei had given them a year ago.
A common scenario in espionage work is that a mysterious and large organization, in order to prevent the capture of one member from leading to the entire organization being wiped out by the enemy, often cuts off the communication between its members.
The Black Organization also uses this model.
Each member of the organization is only familiar with the other members in their immediate circle; very few high-ranking members can truly recognize most of the organization's members. Moreover, the Black Organization's influence extends to the other side of the Atlantic; even Gin might not be able to recognize everyone.
Taking advantage of this information gap, Matsuda Jinpei swaggered into the bar with his hands in his pockets. Dressed in a black suit, wearing sunglasses, and smoking a cigarette, he casually crossed his long legs and propped them up on the table, which really intimidated the members of the organization in the bar.
Just like when a teacher plans to call on someone to recite a text in school, they will never call on a student who dares to look them in the eye; when traffic police check drunk drivers, they will make drivers who are eager to try blowing into the breathalyzer quickly leave... The members of the organization in the bar never thought that the person who dared to swagger into one of the organization's rendezvous points alone, acting like a boss who said "I am your leader," and glaring at the organization's middle-level cadres, would actually be a policeman.
Matsuda Jinpei was arrogant, and he had the ability and the means to be so. Coupled with his cold and aggressive aura, he simply put his hands in his pockets and slumped into the sofa: "Just transferred here, what, any objections?" Everyone around him immediately shut up.
So, Morofushi Kagemitsu, who had risen from a bar singer to a Scottish singer, sat in front of the bar, watching with an incredulous expression as Matsuda Jinpei spent half a year obtaining the code name "Glentz" in an unexpected way.
Morofushi Kagemitsu, who witnessed the entire process, even suspected that the prototype of the audacious con artist in "Catch Me If You Can" was not the world-class conman Frank Abagnale Jr., but Matsuda Jinpei.
Apart from a few executives, including Gin and Vermouth, no one doubted Matsuda Jinpei's true identity. As for Gin and Vermouth... they had never had any direct or indirect contact with Matsuda Jinpei, they had only heard that a grumpy "Glentz" had come to Tokyo.
Upon hearing the news, Gin, cigar in mouth, said, "Hmph, it must have been Rum who sent them." He and Rum had never gotten along.
Meanwhile, in London, England, Vermouth slowly exhaled a smoke ring and chuckled sarcastically, "Interesting."
[Author's Note]
(1) The organization maintains a high degree of secrecy, and even members do not all know each other. —From "Complete Data Files: Conan Dictionary", Black Organization section.
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