Chapter 209 Winter is Coming

Amuro Toru took the bowl of porridge with a twitch in his mouth.

"...Thank you?" He looked down at the bowl of midnight snack in his hand, which was really too healthy and nutritious. He looked at the Cointreau that he was drinking seriously, and felt a little bit of mixed feelings. I

don't know when the guy found a spoon. After handing over the second bowl, he leaned against the counter and put the porridge in the bowl into his mouth with a round spoon. There was no sound when he ate. The metal spoon didn't even scrape the wall of the cup. His eyes were always fixed on the things in the bowl.

I don't know how to describe it, but he does look a little obedient.

Toru Amuro took the bowl of strange things and put a little into his mouth. The taste was a mixture of nuts, fruits and milk. Although the color was strange and some fruits did not taste good together, it was not bad.

It was easy to make and could meet the current Cointreau import standard.

...How did this guy manage to survive on this? It has been four years since he was fitted with the "tooth". If he only ate this every day, wouldn't it be no different from taking nutritional supplements? In any case, food has always been an important channel for people to gain emotions. Even he would reward himself with a delicious meal in the gaps between switching between the three identities and relax while enjoying the food.

Even if he can't eat hard food, there are hundreds or even thousands of soups or porridges. If he can't make them himself, he can just find a place to take away some. He actually lived for four years relying on this kind of simple and easy-to-make soup. Does he really regard himself as a "weapon" that only needs to carry out tasks as mentioned in the organization?

If he can really bring him back, let alone let this guy return to normal life, it will be very troublesome to even let him accept normal eating habits.

Thinking of this, Amuro Toru felt that his veins were about to pop out, but he didn't know who to be angry with for a moment.

No wonder when Morofushi Jingguang mentioned Cointreau, he would occasionally show that helpless and a little angry expression. His expression now is probably the same as that of the childhood friend who knows this person better than himself.

Yutani Miao took a few bites of the not-so-great food, and finally felt his stomach settle a little. The new recipe he boldly tried today seemed to have some problems. Some of the fruits he picked didn't get along very well, and the tastes were a bit weird when they collided.

To be honest, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. The last time they met, they almost tricked each other into the American police station, but now they have become partners in a blink of an eye. He simply pretended to focus all his attention on the bowl of porridge in his hand, and called Tsukiyama Chaoli who had fallen asleep, so that this entity, the only one who could open the system interface, could release the forum to divert attention.

I was worried that the content of my conversation with Bermode would not be released, because it was rare to eliminate one person from the three choices at the beginning. I didn't expect that the screen that opened was the content of their conversation. Although Bermode had removed her disguise on the screen, revealing her unforgettable face, she was still wearing Miss Masaya's simple and elegant backless evening dress.

Since the comics were all drawn, he was not afraid that he would violate the rules of the world by asking Amuro Toru and others to eliminate Masaya as an option. He read the comics a few more times and was about to turn it off to bring the topic to the three candidates, when he saw that after Bermode put down her phone, the smile on her face retreated, leaving only a thoughtful expression.

As the woman was thinking, the comic page turned and she was back to a strange hotel a few years ago. In front of the huge French window of the hotel, Belmore was doing the same thing. In the picture, when she put down the wine glass in her hand, her eyes fell on her wrist.

Somehow, there was a shadow on her skin, but in the black and white comic, it was hard to tell whether it was an accidental bruise or something else. But then, Belmore typed a line of words on her phone, and the content of this line of words clearly proved that the shadow was not caused by any normal reason.

[I heard you've returned to Japan.

Don't forget to come to the A27 lab tomorrow for a follow-up check

... and... " I want to talk to you

about the complications of that thing ."] These familiar words immediately reminded Yuya Miao of a conversation he had with Vermouth in Japan about seven years ago. They had said they were going to talk about complications, but in fact, no one mentioned this matter when they met. ...But he always has a bad feeling. The black-haired man frowned and continued to read. When he turned to the next page, he finally understood where his bad feeling came from. On the screen, as Bermode pressed the send button, a hotel room with the same height but completely different decoration appeared, and then a hand suddenly appeared on the screen. When the heavy belt buckles of the jacket, tie, gloves, shirt... fell to the ground, Yu Gu Miao finally couldn't help but closed his eyes and bit his lip. I crossed out the page with gnashing teeth. Deliberate... The person who drew this thing definitely did it on purpose. He could have just started drawing from when he was checking text messages in the bathtub, but he had to draw the whole process of him getting ready for the bath. In the comic, there was even a long grid to depict the black-haired man from behind when he took off his pants. After that, there was no such overall outline, but just the few grids of bare feet walking on the carpet were wrong enough. Why draw such a thing? To save the readership? ! [How did I get one in the past three elections? Look ! I ’m eating this set!] [I really ca n’t get astringent, but ... why do n’t I release this scene in the bathtub? Where is it ! [Ah Miao is really pathetic, is this guy a rum or not? He actually let him drink alcohol! He actually drank alcohol! His stomach can’t handle alcohol! Ah Miao, take off your clothes quickly so I can rub your belly] [I can hear you guys making a plan in the classroom! ] [Wait, why are you guys all rushing? ! Is there no one here that you care about? (Pulling up pants) (Pretending nothing happened) Didn’t anyone pay attention to what Sister Bei recalled? What kind of complication is this? Is the shadow on Sister Bei’s arm a complication?]

[It feels like the text message clearly states that this is caused by complications, but when Bayley appeared before, she didn't have it on her body, and neither did Cointreau. It feels like either they covered it up, or there are other ways to alleviate it... Could it be that the reliever mentioned before can relieve the symptoms?]

[Did Cointreau look younger than he does now? (#末糊糊快照#) (#正脸快照#) Although it feels like there is no change, it seems that he was younger in my memory. His eyes were not drawn as well as they are now... uh, I don't know how to describe it. It feels like his contours were not as deep as they are now, as if he hasn't fully grown yet]

[Didn't he get injected with the same drug that can keep him young forever as Bayley? Can he also age? It is true that he has changed a little, but it is not very obvious. It feels like he has changed from 21 to 26 or 27...]

[yysy, it feels like there is no change from 21 to almost 30. For details, please see a certain baby-faced policeman and the owner of a coffee shop]

[But for Mazda, it is really a big difference!!!]

Because of the following sentences, the original topic of discussion turned to who is the real immortal god of war. The topic they talked about before was hastily skipped, but it left a mark in Yu Gu Miao's heart.

Has his appearance really changed...?

There is no mirror in this place now, only a policeman holding a dazed drink. The black-haired man can only put this idea aside for the time being and put down the dazed drink in his hand.

To be honest, the taste is getting weirder and weirder the more he drinks. It seems that he should not mix these kinds of fruits together in the future. But those few sips just now are enough to soothe his stomach which is aching slightly from the alcohol.

The man casually put the spoon into the dishwasher. Before he could throw away the rest, he heard Amuro Toru beside him sigh as if he had figured something out. The

blond-haired and dark-skinned public security officer put down the porridge in his hand that he had only taken a sip of, picked up the unused apron next to him, and tied it around his waist, "Would you like to drink the soup?"

"......?" Yu Gu Miao, who was about to go back to bed, paused and turned to look at him. He always felt that the expression of the man in front of him was exactly the same as that of Morobushi Jingguang who came to the dormitory to do charity work before.

"You can drink cream mushroom soup, right? Here, the ingredients here are just right for this." Without waiting for a reply, Amuro Toru took out a small portion of white mushrooms and seasonings from the refrigerator. "After a busy night, it's better to reward yourself with a good midnight snack. I'll make the taste lighter."

The last time he drank this kind of soup was when he was in the Boston villa, and the chef who was good at exquisite dishes made it for him. The aroma of the mushrooms when they were cut aroused his appetite. Yu Gu Miao watched the other party's skilled movements for a while, and nodded.

Amuro Toru cooked very quickly. He asked Yu Gu Miao to find a place in the closed bar to sit and wait. After a while, he came back with a tray. On it, in addition to two plates of sticky cream mushroom soup with deliberately small ingredients, there were also two stacks of bread to go with the soup.

It was not the traditional toasted crispy bread slices, but the extremely soft bread crust after steaming, and it was even cut into small pieces that were easy to eat.

The cooking skills of this public security officer were indeed impeccable. After taking the first bite, Yu Gu Miao's expression softened a lot. Looking at the other person's expression, Amuro Toru pretended not to notice and ate his own portion.

The bar is almost completely closed, but there is a transparent round window at the side that cannot be opened, so you can enjoy the scenery outside. Yu Gu Mio put the last piece of bread filled with soup into his mouth, and when he saw the sea outside the window, his eyebrows that had been relaxed were wrinkled again.

"What's wrong?" Amuro Tou was sensitive to the other person's emotions.

"Something's not right." Yu Gu Miao frowned, looking at the sparkling sea, "Whether it's the speed of sailing or the direction... they're all different."

Hearing this, Gong'an also looked out a few times, but he could not see anything except the swaying sea water. He was unfamiliar with the sea, and could not find out what was wrong for a while, "Are you sure?"

"It's just a intuition."

The black-haired man stood up and put his almost finished plate into the tray next to him. Then he paused and added, "...I've been on the sea for a long time."

Looking out from the narrow window of the cabin, all he could see was the endless blue sea. On the way from Japan to the United States, he didn't know how long he stayed on a shaky smuggling ship. He was tired of watching the vast sunrise and sunset on the sea, and almost grew up with the vast ocean.

"Although it's just an intuition, it's certain. The speed and direction have deviated from the original plan."

Amuro Toru frowned.

He subconsciously thought of the smuggling ship that would drift on the sea for a long time, but he didn't want to get entangled with the other party's past at this time, so he could only speculate based on Cointreau's words, "In other words... Rum's plan changed temporarily? Could it be that he has already noticed..." "

I am more inclined to think that this is just his usual style of doing things." Thinking of the rumored guy who is almost completely selfish but extremely cautious, Yu Gu Miao just felt a headache. He was about to say something else when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate slightly.

[Come to the deck at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

——Rum]

He replied to the email hastily, shook his head at the police's questioning, and turned away.

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