Chapter 12 The occasion of the distillery has been presented to [Bourbon] * [Bourbon...
"...Hey, Hagi."
When the hurried figure completely disappeared from sight, Matsuda Jinpei bumped Hagiwara Kenji next to him with his shoulder.
Kenji Hagiwara didn't move, and Jinpei Matsuda knew he must have heard it.
"Did you smell anything just now?"
Kenji Hagiwara said "hmm" and looked towards the door of the player's shop with his drooping eyes, which did not show any aggression when looking at people.
Very light smell, not pungent.
It is a scent that is rarely smelled in daily life, and it attracted the attention of both Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei.
They had smelled it in the police academy and often had the opportunity to come into close contact with it after graduation.
To prevent gun parts from rusting and being corroded by sweat or dust, the gun should be thoroughly inspected and maintained with gun oil every once in a while.
The familiar and clear smell of gun oil in memory appeared on a woman they had just helped.
"Hmm...it's certainly worrying," Hagiwara Kenji said after some thought, stroking his chin intermittently. "I wonder if he was threatened and forced into doing something illegal."
"Hagi, your focus is really strange," Matsuda Jinpei said scathingly. "Don't be so presumptuous as to put her in the victim's position."
"Eh... maybe Fushimi comes across as too harmless?"
Kenji Hagiwara's self-analysis was met with a blunt rebuke from Jinpei Matsuda.
"Huh? What kind of excuse is that?"
Hagiwara Kenji asked back, "Don't you think so, Jinpei? Otherwise, he could have stopped Fushimi just now."
“…”
After a long, inexplicable silence, Matsuda Jinpei was the first to speak: "That photo..."
Matsuda Jinpei endured it and said, "That's probably that bastard Furuya up there!"
God knows how he felt when his heart almost stopped beating when he saw the photos of the same period when he had lost contact with them.
At that moment, Matsuda Jinpei thought of almost all possibilities, including that the other party went undercover in a dangerous organization, his identity was suspected, and someone deliberately held a photo in front of him to observe his reaction.
But he quickly thought that if he could find out that Furuya was in the same school with him and Hagi, there would be no need to come and test him.
What he saw should not be a photo that looked like it was taken secretly in terms of angle and expression, but the last image before being sunk into the sea.
Matsuda Jinpei tutted in dissatisfaction: "Really, what kind of dangerous thing are you doing..."
"It's probably best to ask Kofuruya in person when we meet someday," Hagiwara Kenji thought, thinking of another colleague of theirs who had also lost contact. "And there's been no news from Komorobushi either. ...Well, in this situation, no news is good news."
“…I hope so.”
"So what's going on with that guy?" Matsuda Jinpei frowned tightly. "Could it be that he was deceived by someone and got dragged into a dangerous organization?"
He did not ignore the unpredictable expression of ease on the face of his colleague in the photo at the moment he was captured.
He was completely different from the Furuya Rei that Matsuda Jinpei was familiar with.
Just seeing a colleague whose identity and personality are completely different from his previous one is enough to give you a glimpse of the dangerous environment he is currently in.
This is also the reason why Jinpei Matsuda did not immediately ask about the source of the photo when he saw the photo of Rei Furuya in surprise.
Sometimes caring may lead to indirectly killing others.
Especially when the other party is obviously hiding their identity.
"Maybe we can get the answer from the person involved?" He meant to ask indirectly without arousing suspicion.
Hagiwara Kenji flashed the phone in his hand towards Matsuda Jinpei: "I exchanged contact information with Fushimi while you, Jinpei, were busy with your sashimi."
"Tsk, you're really good at dealing with women."
Kenji Hagiwara said to his friend Wink: "If Jinpei-chan could share some of his passion for his hobbies with girls, he would definitely be very popular."
"Huh? Why would I waste my extra energy on something like that?"
…………
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The location sent by Vermouth expired within five minutes, just as she said.
At the same time, the player also saw the target he was looking for - the man with light blond hair also turned his head as if aware of something, his purple-gray pupils accurately locked onto the source of his gaze.
A figure looking around came into his sight.
Her medium-length light blonde hair, which was similar in color to his and hard to ignore in the crowd, curled slightly at the ends when she turned around. Her lively emerald eyes widened slightly when she looked in his direction, as if she had seen her target, and walked straight towards him.
Toru Amuro was very sure that he had never seen the other person's face in his memory.
He remained unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances and quietly watched the development of events.
After seeing him, the other party had no intention of concealing himself. He first walked quickly and then ran towards him lightly.
"Is that Mr. Amuro?"
Perhaps it was because he had jogged over this distance, the other person's face had a natural flush of color, and his clear eyes were also stained with moist mist. He was staring at him intently.
When his disguised pseudonym was called out, Toru Amuro's vigilance was reduced a little, and he quickly eliminated the information online that matched the characteristics of the person in front of him, which was related to Toru Amuro.
He nodded calmly, "Excuse me, who are you...?"
The attempt to find clues about the other party's identity from the answer was completely ignored.
"For you."
Did you see him during the time he was working the part-time job he was looking for?
Not sensing any malicious intent in the action, Amuro Toru was caught off guard and had an unopened bottle of wine stuffed into his arms - he guessed this from the outline of what he was holding in his hand.
Because of the height difference between the two, she took the initiative to raise her face slightly, allowing Toru Amuro to see clearly that a subtle smiling expression appeared on her face, similar to that of a cat in a cat cafe being patted on the head.
"Gift."
Amuro Toru had to repeat the conversation to confirm: "Is it a gift for me?"
nod.
"It's the same color as your hair." She tilted her head slightly, her bright green eyes half-closed, "so I'm giving it to you."
Until now, the other party has not shown any threat, and her every move is in line with the vitality and energy of her age. It seems that when she encounters something that makes her happy, she is not stingy to share her good mood with others and throws all the candies in her hand around.
And he was one of the lucky ones who got a candy by chance.
Toru Amuro's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze truly fell on the face of the girl in front of him.
The other party didn't seem to realize that she also had an eye-catching light blonde color.
"……Thanks."
He showed the other party a faint smile that was different from the one on the face of the intelligence dealer "Amuro Toru" who roamed in the dark, and would never appear on the face of "Furiya Rei".
"*[Toru Amuro] favorability +7!"
"*[Toru Amuro] Current favorability: 7"
*【Amuro Toru】（Playable character）
Name:? ? ?
age:? ?
Personality: Perseverance, pride, ??? ……
Current Favorability: 7 (These are the people I want to protect...)
*【Pop-up windows have been blocked, and notifications of changes in favorability will not be given by default】
Toru Amuro lowered his head and finally had time to deal with the "gift" that was stuffed into his hands.
This is……
He unconsciously read the cursive English on the bottle label, and his purple-gray eyes were covered with a light shadow as his gaze moved downward.
"Bourbon...whiskey?"
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