Chapter 79

Just as the silence was spreading, Morofushi Jingguang took the lead and continued the previous topic.

"Bourbon has been called away on an emergency mission. If there is anything else, please let me know first."

The black-haired young man's expression was calm when he said this. He had concealed the slightest bit of strange emotion that had been in his mind quite well. When he mentioned Bourbon, it was as if he was referring to an ordinary colleague with whom he had a normal relationship.

At this point, Kono Seiryoshi had no choice but to nod and look in another direction, pretending to enjoy the scenery.

They picked up the suitcase that Bermode had deposited in advance at the hotel front desk. The exquisite calfskin suitcase was so heavy that it was completely inconsistent with its appearance. When Kono Seiryoshi picked up the suitcase, his arms felt heavy and he almost dropped it on the ground.

He held the hand tightly, secretly complaining why Bermode didn't just hand the things to him last night - then all the mess and trouble that followed wouldn't have happened!

Not to mention the fragile relationships among members of the organization, those with code names are either secret agents or they are out to harm their own people. It will be doomed sooner or later.

Morofushi Jingguang, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned around, looked into his eyes and asked, "Do you need my help?"

As he spoke, he had already reached out and placed his hand on the buckle of the suitcase, waiting for an answer.

Kono Seiryoshi paused, and just before the other party took his silence as a rejection, he moved his hand to the side.

"It's a bit heavy," he warned.

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled and raised his hand, his fingers briefly touching the black silk glove for less than half a second.

He carried the box steadily, a little surprised on his face, and said casually, "It's a bit heavy... Are the gold bricks in it for trading?"

That's not the case. The organization is not so poor that it needs Vermouth to come all the way to help him. But what exactly is it, Kono Seiryoshi doesn't know, and Vermouth didn't explain it either. All we know is that it is related to his money-burning research that has been going on for many years without any results.

"Something useful for experiments."

He pinched the root of his nose, feeling uncomfortable since waking up, and tried to speak as briefly as possible, "Send me to the research institute."

Zhu Fu Jingguang responded with a "hmm", and then seemed to suddenly remember something, "Oh, by the way, the sherry wine from the institute last night..."

He was halfway through his speech when he noticed that the complexion of the person next to him suddenly became visibly worse, so he tactfully stopped talking.

Speaking of Sulli, about an hour ago, when Kono Seiryoshi saw the screen full of missed calls, his heart almost stopped.

He was obviously the adult, but he inexplicably felt the guilt of a child who was caught by his parents running away for a night of fooling around.

He called back nervously, and was relieved when he heard the notification tone that "the other party is busy and cannot answer the call at the moment." But before he could relax for two minutes, Shirley's text message came.

"Sherry: I'm in a meeting. I'll tell you later."

The accompanying picture is a photo of the conference site.

When he thought about how he got drunk in the bar, and how Shirley was looking for him until midnight, and had a meeting the next morning, Kono Seiryoshi's conscience was severely condemned, and he once again reflected bitterly on his mistake of drinking.

Shirley seems to like brand-name bags very much, so I might as well give her one as an apology gift. I just don’t know what kind she likes...ah, just buy them all.

He recalled the balance on his bank card and suddenly felt more confident.

Thanks to the unforgivable boss who has invested in him for decades without asking for anything in return! For the sake of funds, it is better for the organization to be closed later!

On the way to the institute, the two of them took a detour to a luxury goods store. Although the masked robber outfit of Kono Seira, complete with a mask, hat and gloves, was out of place in the store, fortunately, Morobushi Keimitsu's outfit was normal. As soon as the tall, long-legged and handsome black-haired young man walked into the store, a salesperson greeted him with shining eyes.

The shopping guide was experienced and could roughly judge the basic situation of the client with just a quick glance - a handsome guy, not short of money, and most likely single = a high-quality potential development target.

She smiled enthusiastically and asked, "Sir, we just got a new batch of clothes in the store. Are you picking them for your family or friends?"

Zhufu Jingguang smiled politely and said, "It's not me." He turned sideways, revealing the person who was half blocked behind him, clenched his right fist, put it to his lips and coughed softly.

The human-shaped mosaic, with only a pair of eyes showing, nodded to the salesgirl.

The salesperson's smile froze for two seconds, but she was professional and still stubbornly introduced the products to Mosaic: "So, this, um, what does this gentleman need...?"

In fact, when the salesperson was halfway through his introduction, Kono Seira was distracted. After hearing the change in tone, he subconsciously raised his eyes and said "Huh?" in confusion. Before he finished speaking, he realized that the other party was asking him what he wanted to buy, so he lowered his eyes listlessly: "Pack up everything in the window."

This kind of luxury store usually has ambient fragrance, a soothing woody scent with a hint of rose that matches the store's image. The faint stimulation seems to be amplified several times when it rushes into his nasal cavity, making his head swell and ache.

"All?"

The salesperson's eyes widened, and she asked again in disbelief. After receiving a positive answer, the entire store was instantly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Packing takes time, so Kimino Seiryoshi sat down on the soft chair for guests to rest, while Morofushi Keimitsu stood quietly by the side, looking through the glass window, wondering what he was thinking.

The tea table was filled with exquisite snacks and steaming black tea. Gong Ye Shengliang had not eaten anything since morning, and had no appetite for snacks. He took off his mask, picked up the cup, and the tea only symbolically wet his lips.

His mind was so immersed in sorting out recent events and the progress of the mission that he did not notice that the black-haired young man who was calmly flipping through the album in the reflection of the glass two or three meters away from him suddenly clenched his hands.

While the shopping guide was asking for the address for home delivery, Kono Seiryoshi also applied for a VIP customer card. He hesitated for a moment when filling in the birthday information.

Seeing this, the salesperson quickly explained: "Please rest assured that your personal information will be kept confidential. You don't have to fill it out if you don't want to."

Kono Seiryoshi blinked and said nothing.

He knew that some stores would send carefully prepared gifts to customers on their birthdays, but he didn't need them, and his hesitation just now was not because of personal information.

But this did remind him.

His gaze quietly shifted to Morobushi Kagemitsu who was sitting opposite him. The latter was lowering his head and tidying up the messy picture albums on the table.

Is Jingguang's birthday coming soon? But the undercover agent must be using a fake identity...

Just as Gongye Shengliang's thoughts were distracted, the young man with keen senses raised his head as if he noticed something, and his eyes happened to collide with his before he could withdraw them.

Both parties were stunned, but Zhu Fu Jingguang recovered first. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

“……” Kono Seiryoshi came to his senses and filled in his birthday again.

Let’s talk about it next time…

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When they arrived at the institute, the meeting upstairs had just ended. As usual, the Scotch whisky stopped in the reception room and walked into Shirley's office along the same path as last time.

As soon as we met, he pulled out the list in one go.

Miyano Shiho, who had a frown on her face, hadn't reacted yet. She took the page and checked it subconsciously. She was stunned when she saw the first line. "...Are you going to use PRADA for drug experiments?"

"..." Kouno Seira said helplessly, "Dr. Miyano, it's time to get off work now."

Miyano Shiho, who had not yet quit her work, choked up for a rare moment, her face flushed slightly, not sure whether it was anger or shyness. She turned her head away and snorted to cover it up.

She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her fingers on her white coat. When she opened her eyes again, there was a sharp gleam in her eyes, as if the first thing she said was to ask him why he didn't answer the phone last night.

Sensing the crisis in advance, Kono Seiryoshi's mind was full of alarm bells, and he thought it would be better for him to confess. He raised his hand to cover the mask of pain on his face and said weakly, "I'm sorry for worrying you yesterday. I'm fine, I just got drunk by accident."

According to Miyano Shiho's usual style, the girl might have analyzed the serious consequences of drinking alcohol without acetaldehyde dehydrogenase from the perspective of a chemistry expert, but Kono Seiryoshi was prepared to be scolded and waited for a long time but did not hear her voice, so he put down his hand and looked over in confusion.

Miyano Shiho looked grim, her hands tightly grasping the sofa. She seemed angry and sad, but this complex emotion was not directed at anyone present, but more like a helpless venting.

Kouno Seiryoshi was frightened by her reaction. He took two steps closer and called out her name worriedly, "Sulli?"

The brown-haired girl suddenly let go of her hand.

She broke out in a cold sweat, bit her lip, and didn't dare to look at the face of the person opposite her.

Miyano Shiho didn't know how to start, but she had to say it, her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "...I'm sorry."

"I saw what happened in the confinement room..."