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"Has the Ability Secret Service Division started to employ child labor now? Is this against the law?"

I didn't expect that Bourbon's first reaction was actually this.

To be reasonable, you are also a gangster now, okay?How can you still be so stubborn after so many years?Did you know you're at odds with the gangsters, bro.

"Why are you not surprised at all?" I was silent for a while and was shocked, and looked at him with disbelief—I thought I could give him a huge surprise by surprise, but maybe it would turn into a fright. maybe.

But this person is so calm and composed, which makes me feel very embarrassed.

"You really deserve to be a policeman. You must have passed the course of Japanese law in college with all A's." I complained to him, "Don't you doubt me?"

"It doesn't look like you can fool me, you stupid brain." Sitting on the chair, Bourbon leaned back loosely on the back of the chair, and answered me with interest, "Actually, I'm a little surprised."

"If you don't mock me for a day, you will feel uncomfortable, right?"

"But... I also have a little premonition in my heart."

I thought about it and asked him, "Is it from the first time we met?"

"Yes," Bourbon nodded, "To be honest, your disguise was really bad at that time. How dare a supernatural agent like you let you out as an undercover agent?"

"...It was an accident." I felt humiliated and a little bit aggrieved at the same time, "Originally, I was a full-time assassin, but I suddenly changed my job to be an undercover agent by accident that day. I didn't think about it, okay?"

"I felt something was wrong with you that day, but I still put you under my nose. In fact, I have already prepared a little bit. No matter how you look at it, you don't look like an innocent person passing by—although you I'm trying my best to pretend, but to be honest, my acting skills are terrible."

"I once thought about whether you were an undercover agent sent by another gangster, but usually such a young child can't do much, so I dismissed this idea for the time being. But now it seems that I really didn't think much about it—the undercover agent is indeed You."

I was silent for a while, and glared at him angrily, "So you actually started guessing a long time ago and still play me like that?!"

I work hard every day for fear that I will be exposed, okay?

"No. I didn't realize it until you confessed it today." He sighed, and suddenly reached out and touched my head, "Actually, when I asked you to go to Yokohama to perform that kind of mission, I was very nervous. worried."

"There are a lot of people with supernatural powers in the port mafia. I used to think that you were just an ordinary little girl. Even after training, the life of ordinary people is quite fragile in the face of supernatural abilities such as supernatural powers—following the paper Just the same, and it shattered with a light poke."

"You're so pessimistic." I don't like this heavy atmosphere, "Actually, I'm also very strong, okay? Don't just underestimate me!"

"Oh." Bourbon's tone seemed very perfunctory, with the meaning of coaxing children, "Then what is your supernatural power?"

"Ahem." I coughed twice and cleared my throat. I made full preparations and planned to give Bob a real surprise this time, so that he could admit my strength positively.

When the superpower was activated, a long list of calculation formulas and mathematical models took shape in my mind in less than a second.I control the air to form an airflow. In this small room, the air moves according to my will.

Bourbon slowly floated up from the original seat, and even maintained the original sitting posture.

He lowered his head slowly, first glanced at himself suspended in the air, and then confirmed that there was no support or transparent silk around him—now he can always confirm that this is not magic, but a real supernatural ability Bar?

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that there is such a magical power in the world—even if there is such a department as the Supernatural Secret Service." He smiled wryly and shook his head slightly, and made a gesture to me, "Okay , you can let me down."

After that, he asked a question that made me very angry and wanted to smash his head on the spot, "So your ability is this seemingly tasteless floating?"

"What a hammer." I rushed forward and grabbed Bourbon's collar, "I just showed you one of them, okay? If I show all my ability changes, I may not be able to show it for three days and three nights." over!"

"I can hit a hundred with one hand like you!"

When I explained my abilities to Bourbon, just in case, I still used air to create a vacuum around me, completely blocking the possibility of sound from getting out.

"My supernatural ability is to control the air." After saying this, I stopped talking, and forcibly maintained this unfathomable posture for three seconds.

Bourbon: "???"

After three seconds passed, I burst out laughing, "How is it so powerful? Are you scared by me? Whether it's oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen, as long as it's in the air, I can control everything. Let me float you up It’s just a pediatrician.”

"What's with that suspicious pause of yours?"

"Oh." I replied calmly, "I said in the bullet screen of my late-night new show that usually a male lead is handsome for only three seconds. I just want to pretend to be cool and play for three seconds."

Bourbon was silent for a while, before uttering a few words with great difficulty: "...Stop watching this kind of Jiangzhi show, and drink more walnut dew when you have time."

"...I know that walnut dew can nourish the brain, but you are calling me stupid, aren't you? Do you still have me in your heart!"

"Ever?"

"..."

Damn, it really makes me sad, I haven't been to Yokohama for half a month, and when I come back, my certified father will not recognize me as a daughter!

Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature?

Bourbon didn't seem to think it was enough, so he continued to make up for me: "I think you've had a good time in Yokohama. The boss asked you to pick up their leader, but you ended up picking up two cadres in a row?"

"... Are you so well-informed?" I felt a little guilty, "I didn't, I really didn't do it! It's all Dazai Osamu talking nonsense outside!"

Thinking of this incident, I feel very sad: "Okay, Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuya, and Oda Saku, I didn't meet any of them, and I was wronged for repeatedly jumping around among these three people. Have you ever thought about me? How do you feel about being victimized?"

"...Your life is really colorful." Bourbon said with a complex expression.

Thinking of the tragic life in the winery, I shut my mouth in embarrassment and guilt.

"Having been in Hong Kong for half a month, your IQ has already dropped to a negative number." The original flavor, this familiar tone, familiar sarcasm.

"It's too much! It's too much!" I pretended to be aggrieved and accused him, "How dare you comment on your own daughter like that! Will your conscience not hurt?"

The man Bourbon was very cold and ruthless, with a sneer, and refused to talk to me-it is said that he was afraid of lowering his IQ.

hateful.

But I haven't seen him for a while, and he has already abandoned my old love.

As for the new love, although I don't know where.But seeing that he dares to say such exaggerated words to me now, there must be dogs outside!

"What do you mean? The whole organization knows that I am your daughter. Do you seem to turn your face and deny anyone now? If you drive me out, I will go begging on the street. The sign says: My biological father Bourbon The beauties of gangsters resolutely abandoned their own daughters for their second spring, and their own daughters are living on the streets alone. Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature?"

"How, is it exciting enough?"

Bobo turned his head slowly, looked at me and smiled slightly, "After all, I haven't seen me for such a long time, and I didn't want to use violence to teach you to be a man as soon as we met."

"Huh," I sneered. "In the past, I couldn't beat you because I couldn't use superpowers. Do you think you can beat me now?"

I laughed contemptuously, paused every word, and finally could say what I had always wanted to say to Bourbon.

"Bourbon, you little rookie."

***

I should have known that arrogance has a price.

I'm so sad I played Chopin in the rain.

Oh, not in the rain, I do play Chopin.If you ask me where I got the piano, it is, of course, the largely untouched grand piano that Bourbon used to decorate the room.

Although I have been in the research room all the year round, because I have a heart that wants to pretend to be serious since I was a child, I can still appreciate music.

On the piano, I only know a few pieces that are specially used for pretending. I really only know a little bit, and I can play no more than a little piece of music with one hand.

As for other musical instruments, such as the violin, Accelerator once said that playing the violin is like sawing wood, and the noise is so terrible that it can be compared to a person with superpowers; the doctor tactfully suggested that I stop learning the violin, because the researchers in the institute don’t seem to be very good at it. Like the look of the music.

——To sum up, just tell me not to learn it, it's really ugly, let their ears go.Accelerator, on the other hand, directly threatened me that if I played the violin again, he would kill me.

I gave in to Accelerator's threats of violence and tearfully abandoned my beloved Sawmill March.

Now, with the new bruises and big bag on my head that Bourbon left me, I sat on the piano bench with tears in my eyes, and pressed the first piano note at the beginning with my fingers as if venting my anger. Sorrow, lingering over Bourbon's apartment for a long time, I have played this song on repeat ten times, trying to make Bourbon's scum and scheming known.

Bourbon couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to come over and grab my collar again, "You're never finished, are you?"

"Wrong, I was wrong," I confessed this time, showing my life's hand and speech speed.

"Play again, and I'll take your head off and stuff it into the piano. Let you stay with the piano all day long."

"I think you like it too, don't you?"

Bourbon gave a devilish smile.

"After all, I don't know much about music, and I'm still a rookie."

——Damn it, Bourbon is a narrow-minded man who holds a grudge.

The author has something to say: Say it again, please bring the color palette to the report center to report me.

Is empty-mouth copying okay?I have a bad temper and will curse at people.

Yesterday and today, I was holding a school entrance banquet, and I was relatively busy. There are still some essays that have not been finished, which is also a volume of one update. I will save it and send it together with tomorrow's update.

Today I made a vow - I will send out 100 yuan red envelopes in the group in a few days.

Ask me which group I'm in, and read Chapter 31.