I finally became a bottle of fake wine

After Scotch and Bourbon helped Irene put away her suitcase and tidy up the store, they declined her invitation and went back separately.

"...Bourbon, do you have an appointment with Scotland?"

Seeing the two people's unanimous decline, Irene puffed up her face, thinking that it was rare for her to invite others to eat together, but unexpectedly she was rejected.

"No, it's just that I still have some things that I can't get rid of. As for Scotland... I don't know what other dates he has." Bourbon shook his head and explained, and then looked at Scotland with Irene.

"I asked friends to drink." Seeing two people, one big and one small, staring at him at the same time, Scotland felt a little delicate.

He touched his nose and cleared his throat.

"It's a person I happened to know when I was making preparations."

"That's it... since you have an appointment with someone else, then forget it." Hearing Scotland's explanation, Irene didn't pursue it too much. She nodded and watched the two people walk out of the store.

Then she went back to the room and dialed the phone according to the contact information given by Felicia.

"Is that Mr. Iwanaga? I'm Irene, whom Felicia introduced."

She didn't expect that she would be sent back to China so suddenly this time, but in this way, she would have time to meet the legendary little girl who had one eye and one leg wiped out by the force of rules up.

To be honest, she herself is quite curious about the other party's situation.

"Hey, I happened to be overseas because of work a while ago, well, I can do it during this time...Okay, then make an appointment tomorrow, and I will come to check your health for your daughter."

"Well, it's very good here. To my surprise, Mr. Yan Yong has a heart."

After Irene hung up the phone, she inspected the store. This is a three-story shop. The first floor is used to display the dolls that Irene plans to sell in the future. The few empty rooms are her living quarters, and the other party even prepared a huge oven considering her hobbies.

"It's a pity that there is no basement... but I don't think I can use the basement now..."

Erin walked around the whole store and expressed her satisfaction.

Then she walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom and took a picture, touched her long silver-white hair that hung down to her waist and sighed, "I'm going to wrong you again."

After she returned to Neon, she planned to follow Scotland's previous guidance, dye her hair a safe light brown, and use the same gray-blue contact lenses as his eye color.

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The Iwanaga family is a well-known local family, and Iwanaga Kotoko, the young lady who disappeared suddenly when she was a child, is her only daughter and the daughter of the family.

When the news of the abduction was reported earlier, it caused a sensation, and many forces were even uprooted because of this.

Until the girl was found in a park after being missing for many days, but lost an eye and a leg inexplicably.

Everyone present was saddened by what happened to the girl.

After finding that the girl's eyes and legs could not be retrieved by medical means, the head of the Iwanaga family turned to the mysterious side in desperation, and finally got the exact answer from his old friend Felicia for many years.

The girl made a deal with some kind of rules.

What did she get and what did she pay for it.

In the case of asking the girl to no avail, the head of the Iwanaga family had no choice but to ask Felicia to help her create a leg that can walk without hindrance and eyes that can be faked.

Felicia is a well-known puppeteer, and her family is also good at making dolls that are so exquisite and gorgeous that they can be faked, and even use their special power to make those puppets "live".

He did not hesitate to pay a great price to invite the other party to take action, but because Felicia needed to guard the old house, she could not go out at will, so she recommended Irene to the head of the Iwanaga family.

The other party seemed to have the urge to go to the doctor in a hurry. After learning that Irene was about to return to China but had not yet found a place to stay, he gave her this valuable shop as a reward without saying a word.

"... Miss Iwanaga Kotoko?"

Irene looked at the girl sitting on the bed with a blank expression, and greeted her with a smile.

"I am the puppeteer who was invited to make eyes and legs for you. You can call me Irene."

She looked at the girl with the beautiful purple eyes, and found that the expression on her face had changed.

"Your hair... still looks good in its original color."

The girl opened her mouth and whispered her feelings, which stunned Irene for a moment.

"...Is it... the talent of the 'Prophet'?"

She frowned and looked at the girl who seemed to be able to see her true face through the disguise, and the expression on her face was somewhat indescribable.

The hands of the maid standing behind her trembled a little.

Since the eldest lady of their family came back, she seemed to be a different person. She would often talk into the air in a daze, and sometimes she could even say things that she shouldn't know.

all in all……

Somewhat scary.

Even if I sympathize with the girl who managed to return home after being abducted, and even paid for it with a leg and an eye, but this is too weird...

"Sorry, can Miss Qinzi and I be alone for a while?"

Asking the maid who was clearly showing fear to leave the room, Irene went to the girl's bed and squatted down, looking into the purple eyes.

"How did Miss Qinzi know my original appearance? Did she see it through the mirror?"

Hearing Irene's question, the girl raised her head and glanced at her, curious about her unwarranted reaction, then shook her head.

"I heard it."

Saying so, she pointed to her ear.

"A voice told me that you were beautiful in your original appearance, with long silver-white hair as beautiful as moonlight, one clear sky-blue eye, and the other with colorless pupils, like a delicate and gorgeous doll."

"...the sound... is it..."

Although she had made some psychological preparations for the girl to be able to see her original appearance, Irene still couldn't help being surprised when she heard the girl accurately describe her original appearance, and even revealed her biggest secret.

I didn't expect that she could "see" so deeply.

"...I know that you have made a transaction with some kind of existence, but I don't intend to ask about the content of this transaction."

As Irene said, she lowered her head, lifted the quilt covering the girl's legs, and looked at her missing leg.

"I'll be in charge of making you a perfectly manipulable leg and a prosthetic eye that looks indistinguishable from your perfect eye."

"According to my deal with Mr. Yan Yong, during the years you grew up, I will make maintenance for you from time to time, as for other aspects..."

"Do you like dolls?"

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"How about the child?" Irene went back to the store under the arrangement of Iwanaga's family after measuring the size for Iwanaga Kotoko. She found the wood she needed from the material room, and received the fee just as she was about to draw the blueprint. Lycia's phone call.

"You are very concerned about that child." Irene was a little surprised to receive Felicia's call while sitting in the studio.

"Well, after all, it's an old friend asking for help. It should have been my job and now I have to push it to you. I'm also very embarrassed." Felicia on the other end of the phone had a soft voice, full of laughter, and couldn't hear the slightest bit." Excuse me".

"Speaking of which, is there anything special about that child's body?"

"No, but the child's almost omniscient performance gave me direction." Irene leaned on the back of the tall wooden chair, feeling a little pain from the hard wood.

She quickly straightened her sitting posture, glanced behind her, and thought about finding a pillow when she could.

"'One eye and one leg, omniscience and omnipotence', what did you think of?" She clamped the phone with her arms and ears, and wrote and drew on the paper with a pencil.

"The scourge, the saint, the agent, or...the incarnation of the gods." Hearing what Irene said, Felicia on the other end of the phone fell silent, "So, did that child become such an existence?"

"Well, all in all, it shouldn't be a bad thing. She has a deep sense of divine favor. Although she lost one eye and one leg, she doesn't seem very distressed. On the contrary, she is very willing to accept the price." Irene said to others The choice has never been felt, just like she chose gin desperately when she was young, and followed him to join the black organization.

She doesn't talk too much about other people's choices.

"What, it's a headache?" Hearing that Felicia on the other end of the phone had lost her voice, Irene raised her eyebrows, and began to doubt the relationship between the other party and the Iwanaga family.

"It's not what you think." As if hearing Irene's temptation, Felicia explained dumbfoundedly, "I have an old relationship with that child's elder, and I have received favors from him, so I will pay special attention to him. Descendants."

"So, besides agreeing to help the other party make eyes and legs, don't you have any other ideas?"

"No, I asked her if she liked dolls."

"and then?"

"She loves it."

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In the next few days, Erin nestled in the studio without saying a word and made legs and eyes for the trade partner. Speaking of which, she even ran around the surrounding gem shops for the beautiful shiny eyes. Looking for the right material, I finally found a stone of similar color in a small shop.

"There are still too few materials here. If there is a chance, I will find an old friend to make you a really good-looking eye." Pin to see that girl.

The expression on the other party's face looked much more vivid than before, and it seemed that the haze before being abducted had disappeared.

She helped the girl put on the prosthesis and watched the girl stand up on crutches, "Try to walk two steps."

"...It still needs a period of adaptation. After all, it is impossible for a prosthetic leg to be like a real leg... ah!"

Iwanaga Kotoko was slapped from behind by Irene before she finished speaking, and then she ran forward, almost thinking that she would fall.

Then she stared blankly at the cane she held up in the air for a while.

She was standing firmly on the ground at this moment, and the prosthetic limbs that had just been installed just integrated into her body without any jerky like real legs.

"It looks like a real one, but it can actually be used as a real leg. This is the 'Puppeteer'."

She turned her head in surprise, and saw the girl with light brown long hair and gray blue eyes looking at her with a smile, her words were full of pride.

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Write a beautiful young lady and write hi hhh

spoiler by the way

Scotland and Oda made an accidental acquaintance~

By the way, when it comes to gems, what do you think of?

Chapter 39 "This president also looks super vicious, Scotland, are you sure?"

Irene had just settled down in Tokyo, and the organization began to urge her.

Let her help arrange the integration of Scotland into Yokohama as soon as possible.

"... Well, after the previous war ended, it can be said that the majority of Yokohama's underground forces are now controlled by the port mafia. In this case, even if you join any second- and third-rate small organizations, you will be defeated in the end. ..." Irene was sitting in the doll shop sorting out the latest information Scotland had obtained.

"It's a little troublesome. It seems that the method I thought of before won't work..." Irene looked at the documents in her hand and couldn't help rubbing her cheeks.

"It's okay, we can think of other ways, the worst is not to start from the Mafia." The man with short brown hair smiled kindly and brought a cup of coffee to the little girl.

"But in Yokohama, in the final analysis, there are only two parties that are relatively powerful. One is the military and police, and the other is the mafia. Compared with the military and police with strict background checks, it is easier for the underground forces to join... But to be honest ,Scotland, you really don't look like a black boy..."

Looking at Scotland's face, no matter how she looked at it, she could only draw the conclusion of "good old man", Irene couldn't help scratching her head.

"Well, let's take the next best thing and see if there are any neutral forces that can get in, and then we can make a long-term plan after we get in."

Although the war that just passed caused heavy losses to the major forces, and the port mafia is now at the critical moment of recruitment, but because of Irene's lessons learned from the past and the strength of Nakahara Chuya and others, the black organization does not intend to Another wading in the muddy water.

Anyway, all the information there has been packed and brought back by Irene, and there is no need to put chess pieces there in the near future.

"When it comes to neutral forces, I think this organization is pretty good." Scotland said, pointing to a page of information spread out on the table.

"...Hmm... Armed Detective Agency? This name doesn't sound like a serious club..." Looking at the organization pointed out by Scotland, Irene picked up the information and looked at it. The middle-aged man with short silver-white hair frowned seriously.

"This president also looks super vicious, Scotland, are you really sure?"

"Fukuzawa Yukichi, a kendo master, used to be a swordsman under the former government known as the 'Silver Wolf'. Later, for some reason, he came up with the idea of ​​opening a detective agency. It just opened, and now it happens to be recruiting. when people."

Scotland chose this detective agency for a reason, of course.

Since the president is a person who used to work for the government, he naturally has that level of natural relationship after retiring. This kind of small organization review will not be as strict as the military and police. Words are a good choice.

"That's right, since it's a detective agency open up and upright, it's definitely easier to accept than port mafia, and the relationship between the president and the government and organization is a bit unclear, but it's a very good one. Protective coloration."

Irene nodded listening to Scotland's thoughts, and then glanced at the other party, "Besides, you look like a good old man, it's too disobedient to join the port mafia, it seems more normal to join the detective agency."

"Irene..."

Hearing what Irene said, Scotland couldn't help sighing,

"You know, the organization is not a good organization..."

He used his good old face to talk about things all day long. Could it be that a good old face can't do bad things?

But...he didn't intend to do bad things...

Irene glanced at Scotland who had made a decision, "When are you going to meet the person from the detective agency?"

"It's just a few days. Now that I have made a decision, I have to act as soon as possible."

"That's it..." Irene nodded thoughtfully, and then stopped Scotland, who was about to leave, as if she remembered something. "Wait~"

As she said so, she hurried upstairs to pack the cookies she had just baked, "This is a thank you gift for helping me carry my luggage last time."

"Thank you." Smelling the fragrant cookies, Scotland thanked with a smile.

Breaking away from the identity of a member of the black organization, the girl in front of her is a very lively, cheerful and lovely girl, without any haze on her body.

and so……

Why on earth did she join such a dangerous organization?

"Irene." Looking at the cookie in his hand, Scotland suddenly had the urge to ask a question.

"Ok?"

"No, it's nothing, I should go." He raised the biscuit in his hand and thanked the girl again.

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When Irene was trying to find a way to infiltrate the official forces, Bourbon suddenly sent a message for help.

"what's the situation?"

Hearing the news from Bourbon, Irene sighed softly, her face full of displeasure.

Since I brought her back from the UK last time, I have lost my voice, so I only thought of her now, right?

She is a useful tool for feelings, right?

Either daughter or sister, bourbon cosplay addict, huh?

"Say clearly, what exactly are you going to do?!"

Erin put down the puppet she was carving, and grinned ferociously at the other end of the phone.

"The organization has just connected with a certain local force, and the other party is looking for overseas military equipment. It happens that the organization has channels, so it's just a good time for the two parties to contact each other... If it's just a connection, it's okay. Forget it, but the problem is that this force recently offended a certain large organization, so we need to join forces under the nose of that organization."

"Remove the 'we', I haven't planned to help you yet."

After listening to Bourbon's description, Irene felt that this task was very dangerous. She was very moved and refused.

"To be honest, I asked you for help because you know a huge organization very well, so I can't help it. Otherwise, I can just go to Belmode directly. She is on vacation recently, and she is just a report to cooperate with me. time."

"...You can really do it."

Irene, who was keenly aware of the meaning behind the dialect, jumped up from the chair, and her voice shrilled as if she was greatly stimulated.

"Any organization can find the opponent of Port Mafia? You really don't intend to kill me, do you?"

Eileen is a little tired.

Why does everyone have to stimulate her?

She obviously didn't offend anyone, right?

"To be honest, the level marked on the organization by port mafia is 'dangerous level'. Of course, we will not choose to have any conflicts with the other party if it is not necessary, but the problem now is that it blocks the way forward for the organization, so we can not It is best to bypass any conflicts to complete the transaction, which requires your help."

Bourbon's tone on the phone was very sincere, and he was telling the truth.

In the entire black organization, no one knew that behemoth better than Mafia, who had been undercover in Port Mafia for a whole year.

"...I see." Irene sighed deeply on the other end of the phone, and agreed to the other party's request very tiredly.

Anyway, she is now dead in the eyes of the members of the port mafia, and she is now showing her appearance to the outside world as a low-key, non-existent passer-by girl, so she should not be caught by the other party.

"Do you know who will be sent by the port mafia to handle this matter?" Irene asked on the phone without hope, but the other party said "I don't know".

"After all, the information I got here is also provided by the organization that intends to trade with us, so I can't change it if you want more information."

"Okay, when do you plan to start trading?"

"Three days later, so I hope you can leave as soon as possible."

"I know, I know. I'll take the Shinkansen when I'm done with the things I have in hand. I should be able to arrive tonight." Irene tidied up the half-made puppet in her hand, and quickly stuffed it into a drawer. Then I ran to the room to sort out the cosmetics that I needed to bring, and quickly dragged the suitcase out of the doll shop.

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When Irene was dragging the suitcase down the stairs, a kind-hearted person looked at her petite appearance and reached out to help carry it.She thanked him and walked into the car.

"Mr. Chuya, here."

When she found an empty seat and was going to pick up the suitcase and stuff it into the luggage rack above her head, a name suddenly came from behind her that made her body stiff.

"..."

Mr. Chuya?

No way?

Not so coincidental, is it? !

Irene raised her head stiffly, looked behind her secretly like everyone else in the car, and saw a familiar figure in despair.

He was still the same slender and thin boy, with brilliant short orange hair and clear blue eyes.

Nakahara Nakahara, who was wearing a black top hat and a black overcoat, swaggered onto the Shinkansen and followed the voice of someone sitting behind her.

"Oh." He greeted the other party, his eyes turned around in the car, and stayed on Irene for a while.

Then he took a step and walked to Irene's side.

"The box, do you need help putting it on?"

He looked down at the suitcase next to Irene, with a friendly and polite gesture.

"Ah, trouble."

Facing Chuya Nakahara's enthusiastic help, Irene blinked her gray-blue eyes, then raised her head to thank him earnestly.

For Chuya Nakahara, who can manipulate gravity, he can easily lift a suitcase above his head no matter how heavy it is.

After helping Irene stuff the suitcase into the luggage rack above his head, he looked at the gradually full carriage, and naturally set his sights on the empty seat beside her.

"Is there no one else here?"

"No, please sit down."

Irene raised her head to meet Zhong Yuan Zhongye's unfamiliar and polite tone, and broke out in a cold sweat on the back of her neck.

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Quack quack quack I threw Scotland to Wuzhen hhh

By the way, a small theater about how Scotland successfully passed the interview

Luanbu [Sniff]: Well, you smell very good.

Scotland: Ah, did you say this, a friend handmade cookies for me, would you like some?

Ranbu [stretches out and takes it. Chewing]: Ah, President, this person is fine!Just let him pass--

hhh above board PY deal