Chapter 1: First sight of

Tokyo, Japan.

The weather turned cloudy, and the sun was blocked by clouds, making the entire sky gloomy. With the few pedestrians on the road, it feels like the storm is coming before the end of the world.

In a certain upscale neighborhood, the whiskey trio was walking behind Vodka.

No one in the group of four spoke, and the atmosphere was dull. Occasionally, residents of the community would run into them and run away, making them look like gangsters with malicious intentions.

Although only the leader among the four is a real gangster.

Seeing that he was about to reach his destination, Vodka finally spoke, "Next, you will discuss among yourselves to take turns to be responsible for supervising and protecting Master Hayagiri. You should carry out your daily tasks as usual."

"Remember what I said before, don't have anything to do with Master Hayagiri . Communicate more, and don’t hide any daily reports on his behavior, and send them to your elder brother regularly.”

“And the most important thing is, except during sleeping hours and in public places, he must not be left alone in private.”

“Supervision . During the time, you can take him with you when you go on a mission. Master Zaomi will not hinder you."

At this point, Vodka paused for a moment and warned: "Remember that you are only responsible for supervision and protection, and don't do anything unnecessary."

The three people's hearts tightened. Supervision and reporting, no matter how you look at them together, they look like people controlled by a black organization.

But Vodka calls each other "Master" and can even go on missions together...

The three of them quickly adjusted their expressions and were ready to face a gloomy gangster master in his twenties.

Vodka, who was walking in front, stopped and said, "We're here."

The four of them were currently in the public garden in the community. Due to the bad weather, there was only one person sitting under the cherry blossom tree not far away except them. of a child.

The black-haired boy was about seven years old. He was wearing a blue sailor uniform, his left wrist was wrapped in a bandage, and he had a necklace with a blue diamond-shaped gemstone around his neck.

Under the boy's thick and curled eyelashes are a pair of slightly vacant golden eyes, which reflect the gray-blue sky and are lifeless.

Azure should be a vibrant and springy color, but when worn on the other person's body, it gives off a gloomy flavor.

The Whiskey trio were shocked. They didn't expect that the person they were responsible for supervising would be so young.

Vodka even said just now that he could take him on a mission? !

Who would take a seven-year-old child on a mission! ?

Garbage black organization! ×3

"Master Hayagiri."

Hearing Vodka's call, Hayagiri turned his head. A few cherry blossom petals fell from his head at this moment, which showed that he had been sitting here for a certain period of time.

"I made it clear that I don't need anyone to watch me."

The black-haired boy said in an irritable tone, "Just let Lulu wear a monitor and go with her."

Not to mention that these three people are all undercovers!

What kind of coincidence does it take to put the undercover agents into a group?

Gin changed its career to a popular HR company?

Although it was obvious at first glance that the three new supervisors were undercover agents, Yaya Hayagiri did not reveal their desires.

As long as he is not implicated, how many undercover agents in the organization have anything to do with him, a person who has lost his memory?

Vodka lowered his head, "The boss has told me that if Master Hayagiri refuses, he must explain the specific reasons."

"...Aren't you afraid that these three people are undercovers like my last supervisor?"

The bodies of the three people who heard this sentence He tensed up unconsciously.

Hayagiri sneered, "Listen to you, my last supervisor was an undercover agent sent by the CIA, and it's all because of him that I'm like this."

His real age is not seven, but seventeen. He is even a few months away from adulthood.

Three months ago, when I woke up in the morning and at night, I couldn't remember anything except common sense memories.

A group of people in white coats gathered around and told him that he was force-fed a drug that had not yet been successfully researched by a CIA undercover, causing his body to shrink to its current appearance for unknown reasons.

Hayagiri Yaya realized that they were not lying and that they really thought so.

On the surface, he pretended to believe it, and he honestly cooperated with the people in white coats in the laboratory to "recuperate" his body for three months, but deep down he still remained skeptical.

Human beings are creatures that are influenced by their own cognition. I can’t rule out that the information cocoon effect caused these people in white coats to believe that what they say is the truth.

All in all, even though he lost his memory, out of instinct, Haya Kiri only trusted the truth he analyzed.

"They have been given codenames for a year, and there is no problem with their identities for the time being."

Vodka did not finish his words, "Did Master Hayagiri see something is wrong?"

The scene was silent for a moment, Hayao Miye's eyelids raised slightly, and his golden eyes His eyes were fixed on the vodka.

Is this... moving people to your side, supervising yourself and at the same time using him to conduct reverse testing?

Vodka didn't know that he was getting smaller. To him, he was just a real seven-year-old child.

Only Gin or the BOSS can make this order.

It seems that BOSS has not given up testing his true abilities after amnesia.

Thinking of this, Zaogiri Yaye lowered his eyes again, "No, I just hate them."

What does a normal genius look like? After all, it is impossible to identify an undercover agent at a glance without any intelligence information.

Sensing the oppressive gaze, Vodka secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he moved away. For some reason, Zaogiri Yaye's gaze reminded him of another person in the organization.

Is it because of the face?

Before Vodka could figure it out, he heard Hayagiri continue: "Don't you want a specific reason? I'll give it to you." Hayagiri

pointed at the whiskey trio, "This is so similar to Gin's temperament. No one in the organization except you is happy to have Gin next to you all day long. "

The FBI seems to be from the same country as the CIA? Can the undercover agents in this country be cured? They are so free to travel to Japan all day long.

Although he had only seen Gin's back from a distance since he woke up, it didn't stop him from blaming Gin for the reason for his dislike.

Vodka: ...

What’s wrong, brother? Big brother is the best! You little brat who doesn’t know how to appreciate it!

Rai: ...

He agreed with the second half of this kid's sentence.

Yaya Hayagiri moved her fingers, "Well, I don't know why, I hate blond hair, the kind that are biologically disgusting."

Japanese police? The disguise is pretty good, but it’s a pity that the hair gets a big deduction!

minus!

Bourbon: ...

blond hair pisses you off?

Zaagiri Yaye's fingers continued to move, "This..."

is actually the same as the police officer just now? Are Japanese police officers serious?

"He has stubble on his face, I don't like it."

Scotland:...

Well, kids are all about facial expressions, so I understand.

After telling all the reasons, Hayagiri nodded to Vodka, "Can you take them away?"

"...No."

Thinking of what Gin had said to him, Vodka couldn't help but sigh that his elder brother was so good at knowing things, "Master Hayagiri " You can ban them from appearing in your sight."

Zaogiri rolled his eyes as he had expected it. "Since the final result will not change, there is still so much nonsense."

He turned around and stopped looking at a few people. " You can make your own arrangements."

Vodka thought for a moment and chose the reason that sounded more like he was deliberately seeking trouble. "Scotland, let's start with you."

"What's the point?"

Bourbon raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. The broken hair in front of him said, "Didn't the organization confirm Master Hayagiri's preferences before sending someone to supervise him?"

"It doesn't matter."

Having said this, Vodka saw a face that was very similar to Sayagiri's in his mind, and then He added: "Just let him live."

In case there was any connection between Hayagiri Yaye and that adult, he had better not reveal too much.

Although the eldest brother didn't say anything to him before coming here.

But Vodka thinks he is a discerning little brother!

"Isn't it a rotation mechanism? Bourbon, what are you in a hurry for?"

Vodka waved his hand, "You can handle the rest by yourselves. I'm going to meet up with my eldest brother."

The three people who were left behind looked at each other, and Scotland corrected himself. He was wearing the shoulder strap of his bass bag and said, "I don't have much to do these days, so you can start with me."

"As for the rest of the schedule, you can decide it yourself."

Bourbon and Rai frowned secretly, and they continued. There is a mission.

Is it really necessary to take a seven-year-old child to the mission site like Vodka said?

"Are you done talking?"

Hearing the sound of vodka walking away, Hayagiri waited patiently for a while before turning around and asking, "I want to go back."

Before anyone could answer, Hayagiri sat down with his hands underneath. He pushed hard on the bench and the sapphire around his neck swayed for a moment, then he sat on the wheelchair next to him.

Controlling the electric wheelchair to drive in one direction, Hayagiri Yaya said without looking back, "Follow me."

"..."

The atmosphere returned to silence. The three whiskeys were ordered not to communicate too much, and Hayagiri Yaya was even more lazy. Talking to the undercover, the four of them arrived at the downstairs of a certain apartment without saying a word.

But this time it was not gangsters blowing up the streets, but it looked like human traffickers trying to abduct children.

After being looked at suspiciously by the third passing community resident, several people finally entered the elevator.

"The upper and lower floors of my apartment are the organization's safe houses. You can choose a room to live in at will. The key is under the carpet at the door."

Zawu Miye looked at the blurry figure reflected in the elevator door mirror in front of him and still did not look back. " My location monitoring should be sent to your mobile phones. I will let you know if you go out."

Hayagiri took out her mobile phone and pressed it a few times. The three people's mobile phones vibrated at the same time. "My contact information.

" After saying this, the elevator fell silent again.

"Master Hayagiri, can't I live with you?"

Scotland was the first to speak, breaking the invisible barrier. "This should be more convenient for both of us."

"I don't think you would like to live in the same house with me."

Hearing this, Zaagiri Miye laughed without meaning, "But I can give you a chance to regret it."

Many speculations suddenly flashed through Scotland's heart, and he responded without changing his expression: "Thank you, Master Zaagiri."

"Ding——"

The elevator reached the destination floor at this time, and only Zaowu Miye and Scotland walked out.

When using the key to open the door, Zaowu Miye suddenly asked, "Scotland, what does the sky look like to you?"

Sky?

Scotland ponders, is there any metaphor?

Zaowu Miye stopped turning the key and steered the wheelchair to the railing of the corridor, "This is the sky that everyone can see."

Scotland considered for a moment and said what he saw directly, "It's gray. The weather is very bad today."

"Really?" Zaowu Miye looked away at the sky and judged that what he said was without water. "

But the sky in his eyes was not like this.

In Zaogiri Yaye's eyes, there was a gap like a crack in the abyss that ran through the entire sky, with no end in sight.

The gap is pitch black, but when the clouds pass by, it can continue to move forward along the original trajectory without any hindrance, giving it a sense of fragmentation.

It's like a place in the three-dimensional world suddenly turned into a 2D plane.

Yaya Hayagiri laughed to himself. Among the people he had asked so far, no one could see the same scenery as him.

Is it true that he has a mental illness as diagnosed by those white coats?

Yaya Hayagiri turned the key again and said, "Come in."

Regardless of whether he did or not, he would find the truth anyway.

Scotland, who noted down the suspicious points about Hayagiri Yaya, calmed down and followed him into the dark apartment.