[Conan] Overtime Archives

Bourbon showed up at the bar after a long absence.

After all, there is a person in poor health who needs him to take care of him. He used to come out to go to bars in order to kill the boring spare time, but now going to bars has become a boring thing.After finishing the work at hand every day, of course it is the right way to go home as soon as possible to accompany my girlfriend.

But this afternoon, Jasmine and Keir also temporarily decided to go shopping and eat together. They just sent an email to Bourbon and went out to play.And a man who has dealt with the affairs at hand in advance and is ready to show his skills in the evening has just entered the house and is shocked to find that the love nest has become an empty nest, and then experience the trouble of doing nothing again in the next few hours.

So he could only choose to go to the bar.

No sooner had he ordered a bourbon on the rocks than someone sat down next to him.

"Bourbon, you are a very busy person nowadays. You don't even come to the bar often. It's really hard to find you."

After the visitor said this sarcastically, he coldly asked the bartender for a glass of wine.

The bartender was silent, and quickly prepared the wine ordered by the other party, delivered it to him respectfully, and then immediately left.This place is about to become a place of right and wrong, he, a pawn, dare not stay for a long time, so he evacuated at the speed of light.

Bourbon, who was ridiculed face to face, was not angry: "Huh? Why do real busy people come to me when they have time? Gin, don't you go and catch your traitor, do you still have time to drink?"

"I'm here to look for you, let's just say—" Gin let out a murderous smile, "Hmph, Bourbon, there is something wrong with the list your little lover brought back."

Bourbon put on a posture of listening attentively: "How do you say that?"

However, Gin Jiu started to play tricks, and gave him an expression that could only be understood but could not be expressed in words: "You still don't know?"

Bourbon sighed in annoyance.Although he is usually the one who likes to be tricked, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it, but no one likes being tricked by others, let alone Gin Jiu, a guy with a bad personality who can only shout and kill.

"I don't know." He replied bluntly.

Qin Jiu had an inscrutable expression on his face: "Don't you think it was too easy for her to steal the list? That's top-secret information."

"Ah!"

Bourbon glanced at Gin contemptuously.

"I said, can't your poor brain think of anything useful other than the word 'traitor'? Or are you finally demented? Do you want me to help you recall the details of that time? A person who is dying, lying in the hospital for more than half a month before being discharged, is this called easy? I really don't know what your definition of "relaxed" is."

Qin Jiu said with deep meaning: "Oh, maybe she can prove her innocence only when she dies—after all, she is buying 'true' information with her life."

Bourbon almost smashed his fist straight into Gin's face.

"you--"

He endured it again and again, and finally smiled instead of anger: "Qin Jiu, even if it's you, I have to advise you: don't gossip, or I will kill your head myself."

Gin also smiled: "Is it a threat? Very good, I accept it."

Bourbon continued to speak harshly: "Don't extend your dirty hands to me. The graves of those who dared to interfere with me last time were covered with weeds, and you are no exception."

"Wow, I'm a little scared." Although he said he was scared, Gin's tone showed no fear, but was full of provocation, "It's about the organization, I have to interfere, I can't let you Gossiping and pointing fingers. Besides—" He took a sip of his wine and deliberately raised the glass of bourbon with only a small half of the golden liquid left, "Hmph, I heard that even the rum was alarmed , because the list is basically all rats that we have dealt with before, unless they didn’t send more rats, or kept the original data, how could the police department not update the information? Even if you are Lang Mu's confidant and beloved general, with his suspicious character, once your woman has problems, he will not let you go."

Bourbon retorted calmly: "Oh, is that so? But according to the information provided by the informant, the police of the National Police Department has a list of undercover agents, the details of which have not even been seen by the informant, so what is on the list and who You know? Maybe they were already on guard. You might as well think about the problem from another angle, maybe someone from our side leaked the secret to the police department?"

"In this way, it is a possibility." Gin pretended to be persuaded by him, but warned in his mouth, "However, Maria Moriyama has been marginalized. Regarding this point, you are better than Everyone understands, right? Bourbon, guard the canary you raised, and don't let her be caught by me—I don't think you will forget how cruel I deal with traitors."

After finishing his harsh words, Gin drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, threw away the glass and got up to leave.

Tuliu Bourbon sat in the corner of the bar with a calm face, thinking about something.

After a while, he also drank the strong wine in the glass that was not so choking because the ice cubes melted.

***

In fact, after several missions, Bourbon noticed that Jasmine was not as keen on murder and arson as she showed. Rather, she seemed to be facing these shady activities with a mentality of killing monsters and upgrading.

Bourbon may not like to do bad things that much, but he quite enjoys the pleasure of doing evil successfully.So the two have some small differences in this regard.

Now the words of gin woke up Bourbon, who was pretending to be asleep.On a certain level, there were indeed many seemingly small but principle-related contradictions between him and Jasmine, which made him have to face up to those details that he deliberately ignored.

such as--

Bourbon has long noticed that the recent relatively important tasks have not been completed very smoothly, and there are always small regrets of one kind or another.At first he thought it was vodka or brandy that was behind the scenes, and then he suspected that it was the Chianti group who didn't like his style of work secretly.Until a party, he spoke out against these suspects, only to find that their surprise and innocence did not seem to be fake.

Then it's time to consider other possibilities.

——There was a traitor who leaked the secret around him.

Investigations were carried out on torture, coercion, or lure of the members who had joined the mission, and all impossible factors were excluded. The remaining results, no matter how unbelievable, are the truth.

——Maria Moriyama, it might be the traitor.

Bourbon didn't want to doubt the Pillowman's loyalty to the organization.Taking a step back, she only needs to be loyal to herself, and Bourbon doesn't want to care about the rest.Anyway, the mission was completed as usual, and no one who deserved to be killed escaped, just some innocuous leaks. Whoever she sold the information to, as long as it didn't interfere with his work in general.

Bourbon sighed, feeling that he was really an impeccable and peerless boyfriend.

On the other hand, Jasmine is also here.

Ever since she was invisible and marginalized, she could only analyze the organization's recent movements from Bourbon's mission.She urgently needs more information, but the organization is not run by Bourbon alone, and other members are also constantly active. In addition, this guy is getting lazy, and the number of times he takes on tasks is getting less and less. Jasmine can't wait. Press his dog's head and tell him to go to work quickly.

Of these two people, one clearly sees that the other has other plans but is willing to only seek false love, and the other hopes to use the boyfriend in name to crack more core information.

A good match.

But as Jasmine also said, tool people also have feelings.

After living together for three months, Jasmine also sensitively noticed that Bourbon started to leave early and return late, and the time spent in bars became longer.She was a little puzzled, but more nervous.

In all fairness, Bourbon treated her really well, reaching the level of caring. The last time she received the same treatment was given by her family.But Jasmine also couldn't forget that Bourbon was a murderous demon in the organization, and the two had opposite positions. He cared about Maria Moriyama, a member of the organization, not Jasmine Furuya, a Japanese public security officer.Bourbon almost took on most of the tasks, trying not to let her do the dirty work. He defended her like this when he didn't know her real identity. Once he found out that she was an undercover agent, I'm afraid she would be in danger.

Jasmine also carefully concealed her identity, and at the same time insisted on defending her own heart.

This caused her to have frequent nightmares at night.

Because she didn't know if she would say something in her sleep that shouldn't be said, Jasmine also tried her best to reduce her sleep time.

but……

How did bourbon suddenly become a decadent thing addicted to alcohol?

Jasmine also deduced countless possible reasons, but just couldn't find the best answer.Seeing that Bourbon seemed to be planning to soak herself to death in the bar again, she finally couldn't help making a surprise check like a qualified girlfriend, and tried to call him.

Bourbon was not slow to answer the phone, but the tone and tone of his words had a strong smell of alcohol: "Maria? You...why are you willing to call me? Is it because the apartment has a power outage, or who are you going to talk to again?" Went out for a walk?"

Jasmine also thought to herself: Scum, speak human words quickly, why are you making it so sad.

"...It's nothing, I just wanted to ask when you'll be back."

Bourbon's drunken appearance could almost be transmitted along the phone: "Oh, then you pick me up."

Jasmine also: "..."

Jasmine also gritted her teeth: "Okay. Just wait."

Because of the sudden drop in temperature outside, Bourbon only wore a vest shirt when he went out. Jasmine also found a men's coat from the closet of the two of them, and drove to the bar.

Walking into the bar, you can see Bourbon's extremely bold sitting posture from a long distance away.

The upper body is leaning against the bar, one arm is bent to support the body, the other arm is hanging by the side, holding an empty goblet in the hand, the two long legs spread out have nowhere to stretch, and the toes almost touch the round table next to it.Face up to the sky, with his head resting on the marble countertop, his light golden hair was in a mess, and his slender neck was vulnerable to Jasmine's sight. He exuded a dangerous, treacherous and charming unique temperament, attracting bees and butterflies all the time. .

Just looking at the young women who were watching, whispering in his direction, and vaguely agitated, gave an idea of ​​how popular he really was.

Jasmine also gasped: What's wrong with this guy?

Bourbon, with sensitive ears, raised his head when he heard the movement, and saw Jasmine standing not far away and staring at him in disbelief.

So he put his legs together in an instant, straightened his back, and changed from a rather unrestrained sitting posture to a straight one.

Jasmine also took another breath of air: what happened to this guy, is it broken? !

Facing Bourbon's slightly condemning eyes, Jasmine also felt a "thump" in her heart, and took a step back like a conditioned reflex, but then felt that she had done nothing wrong, so she took another half step forward to cover up.

Bourbon, who saw all her movements, narrowed his eyes now.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I wanted to use the reaction after the two times to express Jasmine’s change of feelings towards Bourbon, but it’s better to use another way, cover your face.