Daily overtime in winery

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Strictly speaking, Vodka should be the first to meet McCullen at the headquarters of the organization in Japan, the adult McCullen.

Before that, he knew nothing about McCullen. When he met her, McCullen was still Vivian Miyano at that time, and he hadn't got the code name yet.

Originally, he wasn't supposed to be the one to respond that day, even though he and his elder brother belonged to the action group, if this kind of work of receiving new members is not necessary, it is not their turn, unless it is a relatively important person, if Gin has something to do, he will go up.

That was the first time he saw Miyano Vivienne.

If it weren't for Miyano's surname, Vodka really couldn't connect the one in front of him with the two sisters who died and the other disappeared.

Seems rather difficult to get along with, that's Vodka's first impression.

But at the beginning, I knew that Miyano Vivienne was the adopted one, so it was reasonable to have a different appearance, but the difference in temperament was too far.

Not only that, even now Vodka can feel a little shudder when he recalls it.If I had to describe it, under that gloomy temperament, those silent eyes were like a cold poisonous snake, making people afraid to look at her or talk to her.

Although this kind of look is not uncommon in the organization, the Gin he faces every day is like this, but in the end it is still different, and the specific difference will not be able to say for a while.

If he had to say it, he would touch it—it didn't look like a living person.

Of course, this is just an analogy. It's hard to describe the feeling, but it's not what he sees now.

The moment the door opened, he even thought he had gone through the wrong door.

But that's right, here it is, that face is indeed Miyano Vivian's face, but it's a little different from what Vodka thought.

He was dead before, but now he seems to be alive and well.

There is no trace of the gloomy temperament at all. On the contrary, he is even covered with smoke and fire, as if he can be warmed if he gets close.

That's probably the difference.

what happened?

"Vodka? Came to find Gin?"

The woman's voice brought him back to his senses.

"Ah... um."

Vodka was thankful that he never took his sunglasses off his face, they could cover his flustered look.

"Oh, come in then."

Chie opened the door to let him pass, and then said to Gin who had just come out of the bedroom: "Vodka is looking for you."

Seeing Gin in pajamas, the sunglasses on Vodka's face almost fell off.

Chie didn't notice Vodka's hesitation.She thought that Vodka was able to find Gin in this place, probably because she knew about Gin's overnight stay with her.In fact, Chie doesn't want other people to know the ambiguous relationship between herself and Gin, but it seems a bit deliberate when this kind of thing is brought up. It can be seen that Gin is a low-key person. Vodka came here directly to look for him, which also proves that he doesn't care whether Vodka knows or not, right?

Regardless of what the two were talking about mysteriously, Chie asked Vodka if he had breakfast, and started working in the kitchen.

When the meal was ready, the two of them seemed to have finished what they wanted to say. The sound of the range hood was very loud, and Chie only heard a slightly familiar name in their conversation.

Itakura.

This name... Is the plot already here?

"Do you have anything else to do today?"

Taking Gin's car to the base of the laboratory building, Chie asked a lot when getting off the car.

"There will be at night, don't wait for me." Gin said.

"Oh......"

It wasn't until Chie got out of the car that she realized what the conversation just meant. However, the Porsche had already left with the traffic. Both Gin and Gin seem to have acquiesced to the fact of "cohabitation".

What the hell is this weird way of getting along with old couples... Isn't it just a /hand/gun for help, as if something really happened to confirm the relationship.

Chie's mind was in a mess.

Today's weather is not very good, it looks like a storm is coming, it seems that it will snow heavily at night, Chie stood there shivering, and hurriedly stomped her feet and ran into the building.

Office heaters drive away the cold.

Chie took off her dark coat and threw it on the chair. She didn't like the feeling of her neck being restrained, so she didn't have a scarf. Her neck would turn red from the cold, and she stared blankly at the Tokyo street scene outside the window for a while. Only then did I feel alive.

As soon as she saw the computer, she remembered what Gin and Vodka had just said about Itakura.

This Itakura is most likely the genius programmer Itakura Taku.

“We can be both of God and the devil. Since we’re trying to raise the dead against the stream of time.

Chie still remembers the lines in the original work clearly, but what makes her shudder is that she said before that she lacks an algorithm, which is the formula algorithm of APTX4869.

The specific ratio of the age of the mice to the age of humans and the specific data of each medicinal material require a complete algorithm to scientifically formulate the antidote.

This is the information that Chie summarized from looking at many documents that Miyanoshi kept before while fishing.

Although she didn't understand these things, she still passed the reading comprehension.

Miyano Shiho also repeatedly mentioned a formula in the materials she left behind, but obviously, according to what she made before, Kudo Shinichi, Akai Marie, including herself, and possibly Vermouth, change the age The medicine should be more than the batch she made, and it is very likely that it was completed many years ago.

These "finished products" have a common feature, that is, the specific algorithm, and no one left a trace.

In their minds, no one knows but themselves.

Itakura Taku's software was two years ago according to the current timeline. Perhaps at that time Miyano Shiho discovered that the research needed an algorithm, and the batch of medicines she made later-there is a high probability that it was hit by mistake.

It's similar to Chie's previous situation, or it's also possible that she knew it at all, but she didn't leave any words or any evidence, and hid it in her mind.

This is why she can even make a temporary antidote with a little impression in the huge data afterwards.

But this made Chie very difficult.

She is not that kind of genius. The last time she dispensed the medicine, she just did it casually based on her feeling like cooking. If you let her go to the rat now, it will definitely not work.

What can be done is to dig out a new batch of monitoring, pick out the ones that are still alive, compare the formulas and continue to improve, and screen over and over again to see which drug dosage needs to be adjusted.

In the absence of an algorithm, it is simply time-consuming and resource-consuming.

Itakura Taku's algorithm is not necessarily accurate. The problem is, who knows if he will make some loopholes in it, and when he dies, no one will fix the BUG. It is dead without evidence.

Chie flicked through the experiment video with a numb face, screened out the dead mice, and casually changed the formula for them to replace.

After doing these things, she began to fish openly.

Anyway, there is no Gin staring at it now, even if Gin is staring at her, she can touch fish without any psychological pressure.

After all, they were on the same boat now.

Gin needs that medicine, but his purpose... This is something that Chie hasn't figured out yet.

In the winter evening, it gets dark very quickly. It is still dusk when I look outside in the office, but the sun has disappeared after getting off the elevator and out of the building.

And as the sun left, there was heavy snowfall in the sky again.

Accustomed to being picked up and dropped off at get off work, Chie didn't even think of bringing an umbrella. Gin didn't have time to pick her up today. It's going to snow, and she felt a little cold when the snow drifted onto her nose.

Especially when I first came out of the air-conditioned room, it was so cold that I was suffocating.

Or... Hurry up and take a tram.

Thinking of this, when he was about to leave, a voice came from behind: "Miss Ogihara?"

Chie didn't know many people, and there was only one person who would call her that. She turned around, and sure enough, she saw Jianren Nanami in a suit and tie and an umbrella.

"Mr. Nanami? Why are you here?"

"I just passed by here for work, where is Ms. Ogihara? Is it also because of work? I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yes, the work address has recently moved here," Chie said, "Mr. Nanami is preparing to go home?"

"Yes, it just happened to be on the way, do you want to go together?"

"That's just right." Chie smiled awkwardly, "I have a companion on the tram."

"This is the only umbrella I have—didn't your boyfriend come to pick you up?" Jianren Qihai pushed his glasses, and walked to Chie's side very naturally, and he held the umbrella in his hand to Chie. Turning to the side, he seemed to ask unintentionally.

Chie said "thank you" in a low voice, and after hearing this question, she hastily denied it: "That one is just the boss, don't think too much about it."

She said it so frankly, if she hadn't seen Gin appearing at her house in pajamas early in the morning, Qihaijian would have believed it.

"Keep your boss overnight?"

"..."

Chie's back stiffened, she coughed twice and asked as if changing the subject: "What about Mr. Nanami? What's the relationship with Mr. Gojo?"

"The relationship between seniors and juniors is nothing more than that."

Jianren Qihai was silent for a while, no longer entangled with the previous question, and explained to Chie in a concise tone.

"Then... What kind of person does Nanami-san think Mr. Gojo is?" Chie asked tentatively, "I have never been able to understand him..."

"It's normal to not understand," Nanami Kento said, "Gojo Satoru is shit."

"......?"Huh?

"Nanaming~ How can you say that about someone?"

Chie hadn't turned around yet, but at this moment, the person being discussed suddenly appeared in front of them.