When Kasugawa Shugo was having a get-together with his friends, Hato Mie went to Tsukiyama Asari's place.

Logically, these two accounts have no connection and should have less contact. But Hato Mie really had a terrible headache and would have suffocated himself if he stayed trapped in that hotel.

Home and hotel are completely different feelings. Every home has its own unique smell, and it is impossible to tell what it is made of, but it just makes

people feel at ease. Hato Mie was immersed in this warm smell. When he drank the hot milk, the warmth in his stomach instantly swept through his limbs, creating a lot of heat. He tilted his head and rested it on Tsukiyama Asari's lap, and the other person's slightly cool fingers gently pressed his temples.

The head and neck are extremely sensitive and fatal points, but he raised his head without any scruples, allowing the hands that did not belong to him to touch his skin.

It was him anyway. He

was most relaxed when he was with himself. Yu Gu Miao's tight strings gradually relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep, with his brows rarely not locked.

This sleep was very peaceful, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already midnight. He felt that his body had been pillowed by him for most of the night, and his legs were numb, so he quickly got up.

The battery was fully charged -

Yu Gu Miao stretched his waist in an unpresentable manner, making a series of teeth-grinding clicks.

"Oh my god..." Tsukiyama Asari wanted to stand up, but his legs, which had not felt anything just now, felt numb and painful as if they were pierced by needles. The man next to him quickly caught him.

He sat back on the bed, but changed his posture and stretched his legs a little. Yu Gu Mia, who was holding his shoulders, grabbed his ankles and massaged his leg muscles skillfully.

Anyway, he couldn't reach his legs, so Tsukiyama Asari simply leaned on the quilt and let the vest press him. From this angle, he could only see half of the other person's face, and the color of his lips was different from usual.

"Is it because you haven't drunk enough water recently?"

Tsukiyama Asari reached out to touch it, and his fingertips slowly rubbed Yu Gu Mia's lower lip. The usually red lips were covered with a thin layer of dry skin because of the confusion in the past few days. The other party simply moved closer to him to make it easier for his fingers to move between his lips.

'That's really good. I have to drink more water when I get home.'

It was already four o'clock in the morning when Yu Gu Miao left. Walking out of the warm home into the night, he actually felt as if he was in another world. After all, the easy and ordinary life had nothing to do with this vest. He could take a break occasionally, but he couldn't stay for long.

The extremely bad mental state of the past two days finally eased, and the hotel staff were still working diligently and responsibly. He walked to the room he had rented for half a month according to his memory, and felt something was wrong before he opened the door.

There was someone inside.

I typed the password with my gloved fingers and opened the door. Although I was in a hotel room, the woman was dressed like she was going to a dinner party. The flowing black skirt with a great drape reached her ankles. The dim light in the room licked the curve of her exposed back. The woman seemed to have only applied bright lipstick and no makeup, but she was able to completely suppress this luxurious dress.

Maybe she really came back from the dinner party?

Thinking of this, Yu Gu Miao closed the door with her backhand, "I thought we would meet in the laboratory."

"Don't want to see me?" Bermode raised her lips, she leaned against the huge French window, every sound seemed to carry a hook, "It's been so long since we last met, my little Horus." As

soon as this word came out, the man who just came in suddenly turned cold, paused in the action of taking off the gloves, and put them back on, "Don't call me that."

"This is the name given to you in the organization." She smiled coquettishly, touched the cigarette box on the table, and took out a cigarette, "The guardian of power, no matter what kind of mouse, can't escape the claws of you, the eagle god."

However, Horus did not hesitate to draw his sword for revenge and cut off the head of his mother Isis. It was a bit subtle for Yu Gu Miao.

Seeing that the man was unhappy, it would be troublesome if he really made him angry, so Vermode got back to the point, "I heard that you raised the little daughter of the fallen angel well?"

It turned out that he came for Miyano Shiho.

Yu Gu Miao raised an eyebrow, "Are you here to call me to task?"

"Ha..." The man held the unlit cigarette between his fingertips and played with it, and his high heels tapped on the ground, making a crisp sound.

He subconsciously took a few steps back. He had just come in from the door, but now he was forced against the wall. Bermode stepped forward and gently stroked his cheek with the back of his hand, "What a beautiful face. With this skin, no matter what's underneath, it can be hidden."

"You understand this point more deeply, don't you?"

Bermode was not angry. Instead, he snorted and laughed, and his dark red nails stroked from the corners of Yutani Mio's eyes to his lips, "Of course. Speaking of which, we really have to thank that fallen angel for making this skin... immortal. Maybe that person's daughter can directly turn you from a human into a monster."

Knowing that the other party hated Miyano Elena for making herself like this, she also hated her daughter. As the protector of Miyano Shiho, her words were full of hidden meanings, and she also wanted to arouse her hatred. Yu Gu Miao just looked away and said coldly, "The boss won't let you do anything to her."

"Yes, she is the only hope of 'Silver Bullet'," Bermode's face turned cold, "You are so generous, you have never hated her at all."

"I hated her, but what does it have to do with her?"

People's love and hate are the most mysterious and unpredictable. Hating something or a person is like a thorn stuck in the flesh. Over time, it will continue to rot and fester, and it will also cause hatred for the people related to it. The thorn can no longer be pulled out, but people think that as long as they dig out the rotten flesh next to it, they will be cured.

If the hatred of the predecessors must be borne by the descendants, it will become more and more intense and endless. It hurts others and yourself.

"You are very broad-minded." Bermode tapped the other person's chest with her fingertips, and distanced herself from him in boredom, "I'm leaving."

"Wait."

"Why, you won't let me come, and you won't let me leave."

Yu Gu Miao looked up at the woman in a long black dress. She looked at him fearlessly, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

That's right, if she could be easily understood, she would not be Bermode. Bermode always wears a nearly perfect mask, and sometimes Yu Gu Miao would wonder what she looks like under that exquisite painted skin.

He no longer had the mood to continue the fake test, and sighed, with a hint of helplessness and indulgence, "I want you to take the things in the refrigerator."

This kind of high-end suite will provide a small refrigerator, which is placed next to the storage cabinet, very close to the door.

"It's strange that you would give me..." Bermode opened the refrigerator door casually and picked up the white and gold packaging bag inside. The words were stuck in her throat in an instant. She widened her eyes, and the mysterious expression she had been holding on to gradually cracked, revealing a bit of surprise from the bottom of her heart.

"You asked for it yourself."

"When did I..." No, Cointreau would not lie about such things, that means he really said it. It should not be a recent thing, otherwise he would not forget it. It can only be earlier. They talked on the phone only a few times. It was probably in early spring when they talked about Boston and he mentioned it casually.

Boston cream rolls are also called cream sweet pancake rolls. They originally originated in Sicily, Italy. In Boston, they are regarded as one of the representatives of Italian desserts. However, they are very popular in Boston. Instead, when most people mention Boston desserts, the first thing they think of is cream rolls.

The soft cake rolls are filled with creams of various flavors, and the two ends are coated with chocolate chips, peanut chips or fruits, etc., which are sweet but not greasy.

Bermode had eaten a meal at Yugu Miao's safe house a few years ago. The dessert prepared by the chef at that time was Boston cream roll. Although it tasted good, it was not so delicious that he could not forget it.

That was a long time ago.

"It has been three days. If it doesn't taste good, throw it away." He seemed not to notice the other party's abnormal behavior, and said to himself, taking off his gloves and putting them on the bedside table.

The other party responded casually, hooked the bag with her fingers and walked towards the door. Just as she was about to open the door handle, Bermode stopped, "Remind you..."

Her voice was very low, and her tone was different from usual, "You are not suitable for this place. Sad kindness... will kill yourself sooner or later."

"Really..." Yu Gu smiled and replied softly, "Let's talk about it when the time comes."

The woman stopped talking, just tucked her long silver hair behind her ears, and left without looking back.

In terms of status in the organization, Gin and Rum are probably below the BOSS. It's not that Bermode and Cointreau are not as good as them, but Gin and Rum have their own subordinates. If that gentleman is finally dragged into hell, the next BOSS will probably be between these two.

Cointreau and Vermouth are directly under the command of that gentleman. They have no subordinate power, but their identities are like weather vanes. Although they have maintained a neutral attitude so far, Rum is an old man with a strong desire for control and a strong sense of defense. Instead, the two meet Gin more often.

After seeing each other so often, Cointreau can no longer hide the light under his skin.

Gin sneered at his kindness, but Vermouth treasured it. The little tenderness and kindness in the details were like the only spark in the long night to her, but... the fire at night was too eye-catching. If you are not careful, you will be swallowed up by the huge monsters that grow in the darkness, leaving nothing behind.

Cointreau, little Horus.

How long can you hold on?

Speaking of which, there is one more thing I forgot to say. Bermode stopped and edited the email.

[The boss is going to transfer you back to Japan.

Wait until that young lady can stand on her own.]

With that young lady's learning ability, it should be not far away.

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[Three years later]

What is the probability that a team will gather three undercover agents?

Yutani Miao, who had just been transferred to Japan for a few days, almost spit out the wine. He forced himself to hold back the itching in his throat caused by the wine that went into his trachea, and did not do such an embarrassing thing during the serious meeting.

... Japanese Public Security Bureau, FBI.

How can there be such a coincidence, Gin, you are too good at assigning teams.

After a few years, has the undercover radar finally changed? ?