I finally became a bottle of fake wine

Zhong Yuanzhong also found that he seemed to have something wrong recently.

When he was walking on the street, his eyes would unconsciously look back and forth at the pedestrians on the street.

It seems to want to find a certain shadow among these people.

Any opposite sex with lighter hair color will attract his attention.

Once again, because of the hair color of an unknown passer-by, he deliberately stepped forward and walked in front of the other person to confirm the other person's appearance with the corner of his eye. Osamu Dazai suddenly appeared from nowhere and shouted in an aria tone .

"Zhongye, have you reduced yourself to harassing ordinary people?"

His tone was very surprised, his body movements were even more exaggerated, and his words were not lacking in offense.

"What are you bastard talking about?!"

Seeing that Osamu Dazai's performance was too high-profile and attracted the attention of passers-by, especially the lady he had misidentified, Nakahara also lowered his voice, and walked quickly to the corner of the corner, grabbing the bastard's collar.

"Huh? Isn't it?"

Even though he was dragged against the wall by his collar, Osamu Dazai still acted in a non-stressful manner. He spread his hands and showed pure doubts towards the orange-haired boy.

"Isn't it because Zhong misses Irene sauce that he looks for her shadow in passers-by?"

"What do you miss, she betrayed us!"

Hearing what Osamu Dazai said, Chuya Nakahara finally seemed to have received the offense from the other party. He exuded a terrifying killing intent all over his body, completely covering his partner.

"Shut your mouth if you can't speak."

"I don't have the time to miss a traitor."

"Chuya," the sarcasm on Dazai Osamu's face finally dissipated after hearing the orange-haired boy's words, and his expression became calm and indifferent, "Since you know very well that doing such things is useless, why should you put your mind to it?" What about that child?"

"Since you know what you should do now, don't be confused."

As he spoke, he took off the hand that was pulling his collar, and straightened his coat.

"Now, we don't have that kind of spare time to miss Irene sauce..."

As he said this, there was a completely cold light in his iris-colored eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that the opponent's coldness was not aimed at the enemies of Port Mafia, but also aimed at himself.

As a partner, he is expressing displeasure to himself.

"Of course I know about this kind of thing, dead mackerel." Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the figure that couldn't stop appearing in his mind, and then looked at his partner's indifferent side face, and suddenly wanted to Punch up.

Why……

Why is this person able to show such a nonchalant look? !

Does he have no feelings? !

"To state in advance, it's not that I don't have any feelings about this matter... It's just that the relationship with Irene-chan is not as good as you and her, and I haven't been confessed by her, so Irene-chan has no feelings for me. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just a colleague who gets along pretty well.” Osamu Dazai seemed to know exactly what Nakahara Nakahara standing behind him was thinking, he raised his index finger and made a circle in mid-air, then turned his head look at him.

"Do you understand when I say that, Chuya?"

"...It has already been mentioned for this sake, how can I still not understand?!"

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In the second week of recuperating in the doll shop, Irene did not receive the so-called notice from Gin, but an unexpected visitor did come to her shop.

"Ding-dong-"

The wind chime hanging at the door rang, and Irene, who was lying on the payment table carefully adorning the doll's eyes, raised her head and looked at the person who came with a surprised expression.

"Welcome, this is really a rare visitor."

She blinked those sky blue eyes that were similar to but completely different from her disguise, and looked at the blond young man who suddenly appeared in the store.

"Did Gin put the job on you, Bourbon?"

Irene looked at Bourbon who appeared in front of her carrying a small paper bag, and knew that the other party was most likely called by Gin.

"Well, because he is quite busy there, he seems to have just received a notice from the BOSS two days ago, and has already gone overseas to do a mission. I just happen to have nothing to do in China at the moment, so I will pick you up. "The young man code-named Bourbon has short light blond hair that looks extremely light in the sun, overly healthy wheat-colored skin, and those purple-gray eyes that are different from ordinary people, making it easy to see at a glance. He is not pure Japanese.

Like Irene, this young man named "Amuro Toru" and code-named "Bourbon" in Japan is also of mixed race.

Bourbon was just discovered to join the Black Organization at the beginning of the year. He is very smart, and because of his good skills, he quickly climbed past the bottom members and climbed to the top, and already has his own code name.

In other words, his current class is higher than Irene's.

Although compared to him, Irene was the one who joined the black organization earlier.

"So, how was your undercover career for the past year?" Bourbon looked like a handsome and sunny big brother on the outside, and he also had the same kind and easy-going appearance when facing Irene at the moment.

"One year..." Hearing Bourbon mentioning this number, Irene couldn't help but sigh.

Having just left the port of Mafia, and there was no one around to talk to, it just so happened that Bourbon bumped into the cake shaking his hand at this moment, and Irene suddenly had the desire to talk.

"If you have time, would you like to have a cup of afternoon tea with me?"

As she said so, she pointed to the rest corner on the side of the doll shop, and was about to get up to make tea.

"I happen to have a lot of time."

The pure aroma of black tea floats out from the polished glazed pot, bringing out a fragrant atmosphere.

The crystal-clear orange-red tea poured out from the spout, made circles in the same beautiful teacup, and then dyed the white porcelain with the same color.

Bourbon took out two exquisitely decorated cakes from the paper bag he brought and placed them on the tray. Seeing the little girl with long silver hair laughing, she turned into a flower.

"Oh, this is the cake from my favorite shop!"

The silver-white long-haired girl blinked her big sky-blue pure eyes, looking at the cakes placed on the tray with joy. "Could it be deduced by your amazing reasoning ability?"

"What is miraculous? It's just a little sharper observation."

Hearing Irene's words, Amuro revealed a wry smile, "Because I saw a bag from this cake shop next to you when I met Irene a few times before, so I paid special attention to it."

"Sure enough, he is indeed a newcomer who is favored by the organization. This keen observation is impressive."

Irene praised after listening to the explanation, but her eyes still did not leave the cake on the tray.

"...Speaking of which, Bourbon, what do you think? Why did you join the Black Organization?"

When the black tea in the teacup started to cool down and the cake was half eaten, Irene asked the other party abruptly.

"Ok?"

Hearing Irene's question, Bourbon's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the little girl with long silver-white hair with the same expression on his face, "Why, are you starting to be curious about me?"

"It's a little bit," Irene nodded, looking at the young man sitting opposite her with her chin resting on her cheek, "Because to be honest, although I didn't complain, the Black Organization is still a criminal~criminal~ organization, right? Bourbon, you are so smart, you can definitely choose a bright and promising job, you don’t need to join such a dangerous organization at all.”

Erin blinked her eyes and waited for the other party's reply.

She couldn't help herself. After all, she was the only one left in the Katzenberg family at that time, and she had no one to rely on. In addition, she happened to bump into Gin, so she was picked up by the other party. organization, and then unexpectedly met Ludwig.

She is purely homeless and has nowhere to go, so she has something to do with the organization, but she is curious why a sunny-looking person like Bourbon would join such a dangerous organization as the Black Organization.

"As for me, I am a person who is very curious about everything, and I am used to doing whatever I want, so I don't like to be restrained."

Hearing Irene's emotion, the young man stared at the girl sitting across from him who was carelessly playing with the fork in her hand, and sighed in his heart: I'm still a child...

Thinking of this, he smiled at the other party.

"Well, as for the rest, it's my secret."

"Hey, it turned out to be a mystic like Chris..." Hearing the young man's answer, Irene put down the fork in her hand and glanced at him in surprise, then nodded knowingly.

"I understand."

Seeing that the girl seemed to have got some answer, the smile on the corner of Bourbon's mouth could not hold back.

you understood?

What do you unserstand? !

"Speaking of which, Eileen-chan didn't say anything about how the undercover life in the port Mafia has been going for a year..."

Although based on his previous observations when he went to matchmaking, the other party should be doing pretty well...

"Me?" Hearing the blond-haired youth throw the question to herself, the girl couldn't help but sigh again.

"I...probably..."

"I talked about a relationship that I knew would break up..."

"..."

Eh?

Hearing the girl's deep answer, the smile on the corner of Bourbon's mouth almost cracked.

"If I remember correctly... Irene-chan, your mission seems to be to obtain the confidential information over there?"

"Well, I got the information."

"Then the boyfriend I got flew away."

Seeing the silver-white long-haired girl talk about her lovelorn in three sentences, Bourbon suddenly felt a little tired.

Is it because he is older that there is a generation gap with today's young people?

These days, undercover agents still need to talk about a relationship that is doomed to break up? !

The author has something to say:

Bourbon: I'm behind. . .

Well. . .You'll know in three years

Look at the FBI next door, undercover agents these days really want to fall in love hhh