Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

The dice are rolling—

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[Psychology test succeeded.You are keenly aware of the fleeting surprise on the face of the blond bartender. He looks more defensively and slows down his speech very deliberately. It seems that you really asked the right person. 】

Seeing the bartender standing behind the bar with a smile like a spring breeze, and facing his seemingly innocent and dazed expression, Riya blinked slowly, and the words that came out deliberately blurred the message:

"I don't remember clearly, it should be around late April."

"Sorry," Toru Amuro spread his hands helplessly after pretending to be distressed, "I really don't have any impression, it seems that I am not a regular customer here, otherwise I will definitely let you know."

lie.

Leaning on the bar with his elbows, Riya replied with a calm smile: "Where, I just asked casually, you are too polite."

"You are very reasonable."

Consciously or unintentionally slowing down the movements of his hands, Toru Amuro nodded to her with a hint of apology, and followed the trend: "By the way, what should I call it?"

"Just call me Asai."

"Miss Asai." Toru Amuro called her name immediately, with a smile in his voice, and his gray-purple eyes, which were as bright as stars, were slightly curved.

The light-blond young man leaned closer to her, the drooping lines at the corners of his eyes weakened the sharpness brought by his overly handsome face, and added a bit of the harmless aura of kindness and sunshine, and the words he uttered were even more pleasant:

"I'm a little concerned about the relationship between Ms. Asai and the person I'm looking for. Are they a couple?"

As a close friend, he certainly knew it wasn't, but if he put forward such a false assumption, the other party would definitely deny it immediately, and thus tell more information...

The brunette quickly shook her head and denied his guess, as he expected: "Of course not, I just saw it once by chance."

Without speaking, Toru Amuro just raised his eyebrows, showing obvious doubts.

"If you want to talk about why," Riya went on to talk about his explicit instructions, "the first time I came here, I saw the bass player leaving with his instrument bag on his back, as if he was very disappointed after the performance. , couldn’t help but stepped forward to comfort him.”

She turned her gaze a little embarrassedly: "I don't know if he has persisted, so I want to see his current situation. If he is really disappointed in his dream and gives up music, it would be a pity, wouldn't it?"

"That's right." Toru Amuro relaxed his vigilance a little and echoed.

It sounds reasonable and there are no flaws, but combined with the actual situation, Toru Amuro feels a bit of black humor inexplicably.

If he was carrying a bass bag, Jing Guang, who is Scottish, may have just finished his mission, and it is correct to say that the show is over.Sadly, there were never any musical dreams.

But even taking her account for the moment, the presence of a stranger at the joint he had agreed with his companions was disturbing.With people like them, a little more caution can't hurt.

At this time, I was a little lucky. After meeting with Rum this afternoon according to the task I received yesterday, I didn't go home to rest, but came to the bar in advance, so that I stopped this unexpected visitor who came here in advance.

It would be the worst case if he was directly bumped into the joint scene with Jing Guang.

Fortunately, there is still time, so I will immediately find an opportunity to inform Jing Guang to change the location of the meeting.

Thinking of this, the blond man smiled and sped up his movements, and handed out the drink that he had finished a long time ago: "I've been waiting for a long time, please enjoy it."

As if inspecting after finishing the order normally, he took a step back, glanced at the counter, and casually took out a bottle of rye whiskey and put it on the side of the bar.

On the opposite side, observing his delicate micro-expressions, Riya also came to the conclusion again, it seems that the relationship between the bartender and the mysterious bass player is a little closer than she thought.

Hearing the words "end of the show" and "music dream", the bartender's expression became subtle. It seemed that he knew very well that the man with the bass bag was not a bass player.

Will it be an accomplice?

Raising his hand to take the cup, Riya was about to lower his head and sniff it, when he suddenly heard the sound of the bar door being pushed open, subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

As soon as she moved her shoulders, she felt a force in her hand that was neither light nor heavy but could not be ignored, and suddenly raised her eyes to look behind the bar counter in confusion.

At some point, the blond man leaned against the bar again, and stretched out his arm from the bar in a big way. At this moment, he was leaning over and stretching out his hand to grab the cup in her hand.

Seeing her looking up, the bartender kept his movements and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I forgot to give you this."

As the words fell, he quickly put a slice of fresh lemon on the edge of the cup, appreciatively looked at it for a few times, and then let go and stood up straight in satisfaction, like an artist who strives for perfection.

When I looked back, the door was quiet and no one was there, as if the sound of the door opening just now was just an illusion that no one was paying attention.

Riya was silent for a while, and smiled back as if nothing had happened.

At the bar at this moment, Toru Amuro thought back to what he saw just now, the traces faintly protruding from the pocket of the woman's jacket - if it is not a police person or often seen, it is actually difficult to recognize the outline of the handcuffs.

It turned out to be Miss Police.

Although the necessary vigilance was still there, his tense nerves eased a little uncontrollably.He was leaning against the counter in a leisurely posture, but his fingers were already quietly inserted into his pockets, and he sent a message blindly.

After a few minutes.

On the street, the black-haired young man in a jacket hurried past took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, his expressionless face softened.

[From Bourbon

Meet in Room 23. ]

"23" is a homonym of "safety", which not only means the situation is safe, but also refers to the safe house. It is a code word agreed by two people.

It seems to be other accidents, not serious, and the agreed joint can continue.Probably met a difficult customer...

His thoughts relaxed, Zhu Fu Jingguang's footsteps deflected and walked in another direction.

Inside the Police Department.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary face was sitting behind his desk with his brows furrowed.

On the computer screen, the word "Confidential" in the upper right corner of the newly opened page was particularly conspicuous, but he was obviously used to it, and he didn't pay much attention.

The signature of this document is a code name rather than a person's name. Obviously, this is another hidden action of the police. Ordinary criminal police will never hide their heads and tails like this.

However, the words that came into his eyes at this moment have firmly grasped his mind, leaving him no time to care about other things.

[…

Vodka: Brother, in fact, Bourbon should be sent for such a mission, right? That guy has been in the limelight recently, and he must be happy to deal with such pretentious things.

Gin: It's not his turn yet.

Vodka: But isn't that guy Rum's confidant, who can always get useful information?

Gin: Hmph, do you think so?

Gin: That guy Rum is much crueler to his subordinates than me.Bourbon seems to be reused only because he is still a handy tool.Once it loses its value, it is ruthlessly discarded like garbage.

Vodka: Organizations have always been like this. ]

It seems to be a conversation without beginning and end, and those who don't know it will probably be confused.

And the middle-aged man's forehead has already seen a little cold sweat.

In fact, after he entered the Metropolitan Police Department and became a pawn placed by Rum in a dangerous place in his heart, he seldom contacted the organization on his own initiative, so he only had occasional contacts to learn about the organization's situation.

He doesn't know much about gin, he only knows that this person is a rising star in the organization, with a ruthless style and a high status.But who is Bourbon, who seems to be a popular under Rum, why didn't he tell him in the last meeting?

At this moment, he looked at the last sentence that Qin Jiu said, and couldn't take his eyes off for a long time.

After lurking for many years, his state of mind is considered good, he would not have thought so much, but a little accident happened at the beginning of the year, which made his state of mind, which was originally as stable as a mountain, unstable.

It's not a big deal for a newcomer to get the account book from a drug dealer and hand it over to the Metropolitan Police Department; this account book involves many political and business celebrities, which is actually not a big deal.

What's worse, he soon found out where the ledger came from - the Takeda family.

The Takeda family in Puppet Mountain, Tottori Prefecture, the owner of the account book is the head of the family, Shinichi Takeda.

This complicates everything.

The source of the drug trafficking line is naturally the organization, but the account books are only a small problem, and Takeda Shinichi from Tottori is himself a big problem.

The Metropolitan Police Department was more efficient once, and quickly arrested Takeda Shinichi together with the Tottori prefectural police.By the time the organization knew about it, Shinichi Takeda was already in Tokyo waiting for the assessment of the crime for trial.

So far, it's not worthwhile for the organization to send out an action team to take a strong shot, so this matter was handed over to him.

The first thing is to destroy the account books, and it is best to keep the contacts. If it is too late, kill Takeda Shinichi to prevent him from confessing what he should not say.

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously at the time, and handed over the task of destroying the books as a test to the downline of his development, while waiting for the right opportunity to kill and silence.

Who knew that the seemingly reliable downline messed up everything and attracted the attention of the Metropolitan Police Department, resulting in the failure of the destruction operation.

Fortunately, he knew the consequences. Seeing that there was no hope for success, he knew that there would be no good results if he lived, so he simply committed suicide and ended everything.

It is already irreparable, and in this case, the middle-aged man will only wait for the trial of Takeda Shinichi to finish, and when the guards are relaxed, he will find a chance to send him to hell.

During this period, he also contacted some peripheral personnel of the organization, harassed him several times, and continued to draw the Metropolitan Police Department's attention on the account books.

He didn't think much about it before, thinking about the organization, he also knew that it was not easy to lurk in the Metropolitan Police Department, so he wouldn't be too harsh on him, so he didn't take it seriously.Seeing this report until today, it seemed as if a basin of ice water had woken him up.

Originally raised by the organization, how could he have warm fantasies about the organization?Gin is right, Rum is a cruel and cruel person, and he will not be more tolerant of him because of affection.

What's more, Rum's quick temper is well known, but he has unknowingly delayed the task several times. Will he be considered a slight?

Thinking together, the middle-aged man unconsciously thought more and more deeply, his previous calmness disappeared, and he almost became restless.

Maybe, he should show his own value, at least he doesn't want to be reduced to the target of the task one day...

Just thinking about it, the phone buzzed, and a new email arrived.

He lowered his head for a glance, and quickly looked away as if he was being burned.

——It was a notice written in code words and sent to his private mailbox, to find an opportunity to connect with the contact person as soon as possible.

When Miss Secretary entered the door, she was startled by his ugly face: "Officer Takahashi is..."

"What's the matter?" When the man raised his face and looked over, he still had the same majestic expression as before.

The secretary calmed down and forced a smile to remind: "I'm here to remind you that the next meeting will start in 15 minutes."

"The content is... the second meeting on the comprehensive upgrade of the Metropolitan Police Department's security system in June."

In the first meeting, some electronic file confidentiality matters during the upgrade period were mentioned.He still remembers that at that time, someone proposed that during the upgrade of the security system, it could be temporarily replaced with a dynamic key scheme.

If only the key is used as a means, there is a possibility of further access to a lot of deeper information hidden before...

It just so happened that there was an opportunity to connect recently, and I could take the opportunity to ask for support from the organization...

His thoughts were running fast, and the middle-aged man looked at the secretary with a softer look: "Understood, I will go on time."