Chapter 45 Piano Music

Reservation Of course there is no reservation.

Milton Duff was bitten by Gin, not Lulu.

"Do you know why Belmode gave you the ticket?"

"I probably understand it a little bit."

Bourbon said matter-of-factly, "If I was bitten by someone for no reason, I would be very angry, I can understand."

Hearing this, Milton Duff narrowed his eyes, turned around and walked to Bourbon, looking around, "I always feel that you think more than what you said."

"You discovered it."

Bourbon blinked, revealing an Amuro Toru-like expression. With a bright smile and a bit of schadenfreude, he said, "I'm wondering whether to spread the news that Gin has a mental problem as 'gossip'."

Seeing this, Milton Duff still felt that he was not telling the truth.

But it was nothing important, and he soon stopped exploring it.

"Gin doesn't care about such trivial matters."

The white-haired young man turned around and walked in front, "There are people who are secretly cursing him, and there is no shortage of news like you."

"But if he is in a bad mood one day, he has an excuse . I'll give you a shot, do you need me to help promote it?"

Bourbon deliberately fell half a step behind to keep up with him, "That's a pity." He

was obviously bitten by Gin, but he still favored Gin?

In this case, Milton wouldn't have to wait until they were in bed to realize what Gin wanted to do to him, right?

It's a bit difficult to handle.

Bourbon was thinking while following Milton Duff, feeling that using a honey trap against him would not work.

And because of Milton's appearance, no one knows who is taking advantage of whom, and the other person is even seven years younger than him.

No matter what, Bourbon believes that he still has a bottom line.

Forget it, let’s take one step at a time.

At least now it is certain that Milton will not reveal his undercover identity to the organization.

The premise is that there is no plan to arrest him.

Thinking of this, Bourbon raised his eyes and looked at...the person in front of him?

On the crowded streets of New York, the blond and dark-skinned man suddenly stopped and looked around, but he never found the conspicuous white hair.

Even if he was thinking about something just now, he couldn't possibly lose such a big person.

Bourbon frowned slightly. Did Milton dump him while he wasn't paying attention?

It doesn't feel like the other party's usual style. Milton said it doesn't matter and it really doesn't matter if he follows.

"You look really fierce now, Bourbon."

Milton Duff reappeared in front of Bourbon with a cup of cappuccino in his hand, "I don't know, I thought someone had stolen your valuables."

The thieves on the streets of the United States are quite rampant.

"..." Bourbon said nothing. He was wondering where Milton came from.

Milton Duff half-smiled, "It seems your legs are useless."

"It was my mistake." Bourbon admitted his mistake skillfully, "Thank you Milton for coming back to me."

Who is looking for you? It's not like he lost his golden retriever, Milton Duff glared at him.

Bourbon tilted his head: 0v0

"If you keep talking nonsense, give me the ticket, and I can find someone else."

"That's not possible."

Bourbon decisively refused, "After all, it's a 'task' assigned to me by Belmod. Why? How can you give up halfway?"

Milton Duff snorted, "Even if you follow me 24 hours a day, you still don't have any information."

"Does Milton actually think of me like this?"

Bourbon looked accusing. , "I really just want to relax with Milton."

After hearing this, Milton Duff silently took a sip of the coffee in his hand and stared at Bourbon without speaking.

Bourbon:...?

"I feel like you are developing into the style of the FBI."

"...No."

Realizing something, Bourbon's face stiffened for a moment, "On this point, please don't compare me with the FBI, thank you."

In response, Milton Dove's answer was to put the finished drink cup into the man's hand and ordered confidently: "Throw it away."

"..." Bourbon sighed and walked towards the trash can ten meters away.

When he looked back, Milton Duff was no longer in his previous position.

Bourbon: ...where are the people! !

The second time, with experience, Bourbon quickly recalled the clues in the previous chat, and began to search around doubtfully.

Finally, Bourbon found the lost white-haired young man in front of the tasting stall of a finger puff shop.

No wonder Belmod said that to him when he gave him the ticket...

[But keep an eye on Lucifer, be careful not to lose him. ]

Bourbon walked to stand next to Milton Duff. At first he thought this sentence meant to monitor the other party.

I didn't expect that it was just a literal meaning.

Milton Dove wouldn't care about Bourbon's journey along the way.

He took a bite of the strawberry-flavored puff handed to him by the clerk and wrinkled his nose, it tasted so good.

How could this happen? When can he return to Japan?

It’s impossible to find desserts that satisfy your taste buds in the United States! hateful!

Although it was unpalatable, Miltonduff didn't show it. Instead, he put a new bag on his hand and broke off a large piece of the uneaten puffs at the bottom.

"Here you go."

Bourbon took the puffs hesitantly. Is Milton someone who can share?

There won't be any drugs in here.

"Oh, you two have a good relationship."

The clerk's eyes lit up, "Actually, if this guy wants to eat, we can give him a new one."

Milton Dove took the new one and stuffed it into the bottle again without hesitation. In Ben's arms, "Eat it."

Facing the eyes of the clerk and Milton, Bourbon slowly took a bite.

So cool!

Did you sprinkle half the bag of sugar in?

No wonder Milton shared the puffs with him.

Staring at the remaining puffs in his hand, Bourbon didn't want to take a second bite.

"Wasting food is not a good behavior."

At this time, the two of them had left the tasting stall. Milton Duff's mood was visibly better. "As a public security officer, we must set an example."

Bourbon: ...

This is different from eating directly . What's the difference between white sugar?

Fortunately, the finger puffs as a sample were half smaller than the normal size. After some inner struggle, Bourbon still ate them.

I just went to the convenience store to buy a bottle of water afterwards.

"The chef should have prepared the tasting items according to the proportions of normal-sized puffs."

Bourbon said tenaciously: "Except for the abnormal sugar ratio, it is still very good in other aspects."

"Oh." Milton Duff nodded, "I don't understand."

He only knew that it didn't taste good.

Bourbon:.

"It doesn't matter." Bourbon smiled, "I can make a normal version of Milton."

Milton Duff understood this sentence, "But didn't you already say you would do it before?"

Bourbon:... ...

It feels like even trying to please Lulu is useless.

Milton himself is the biggest difficulty.

Isn't this the real reason why Belmode can safely give the tickets to just anyone?

Milton didn't have that nerve at all!

"Are you talking about me in your heart?" Milton Dove became alert.

Very keen in this regard!

"...How dare I?" Bourbon gritted his teeth, "Milton got it wrong, didn't he?"

Milton Duff was too lazy to care, "Huh."

The ticket time for the musical is six o'clock in the evening, because it takes time to enter. , the two of them arrived outside the theater early.

Milton Duff didn't want to eat dinner too early and was greedy, so he disappeared from Bourbon's sight again at the entrance of the theater.

This time, Bourbon, who had sufficient experience in dealing with the situation, found the opponent immediately.

To his surprise, Milton was not in the snack bar, but in a vintage vinyl record store.

This vinyl record store is located next to the theater. The storekeeper is an old man with gray hair. When he sees customers coming in, he only looks up from behind the counter and signals them to browse by themselves.

When Bourbon entered the store, someone's piano music was playing in the store, and the atmosphere was filled with joy.

It's the kind that makes you feel like every note is emitting pink bubbles when you listen to it.

The white-haired young man was standing quietly in front of the record player, listening.

Bourbon raised his eyebrows, Milton liked this type of music?

Then how could he remain indifferent to this aspect!

Because of the atmosphere in the store, Bourbon lowered his voice unconsciously, "This should be a piano piece about love."

"...Hmm." Milton Dove did not go to see Bourbon.

He looked around the record player and couldn't find any other information about the piano music on it.

So the white-haired young man lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

Instead, Bourbon looked at him thoughtfully, then turned to ask the old shopkeeper behind the counter, "Mr. Shopkeeper, may I know who played this piano music?"

"It was a famous man more than ten years ago. "Musician."

The old shopkeeper replied without hesitation, "It is said that this piano music was specially composed for his wife when he got married. Oh, it's so sweet."

"Indeed," Bourbon agreed, "Just listening to it. I can feel that they must be very affectionate. "

It's a pity that there are no songs of his on the market now." The old shop owner shook his head and sighed, "It's only been about ten years," Bourbon realized

.

Something must have happened among the musicians, otherwise the music would have been passed down no matter what.

He was about to ask, but was interrupted.

"What's the name of that musician?"

Milton Duff, who stood next to Bourbon at some point, asked.

"He is a musician from Japan." The old store owner recalled: "I remember his name was...Sakurai Mingmi." It

was time to enter the musical, and the two said goodbye to the old store manager without stopping in the store.

"I didn't expect him to be Japanese."

After going out, Bourbon sighed, "Does Milton want to go back and look for it? Maybe the old shop owner couldn't find other songs because he was overseas."

"...No need."

Mi Dundaph refused and looked up at the night sky.

There is no moon tonight.

"Huh?" Bourbon raised his eyebrows, "I thought Milton liked the piano music just now."

"...I didn't like it very much either."

Milton Duff said slowly: "It makes me want to listen to it. Who would like a crying song?”

Bourbon:?

Want to cry? Are you serious?

Normal people would want to fall in love immediately after hearing this!

Milton really didn't have that nerve!

Milton Duff, who saw that Bourbon was 100% talking about himself again, did not speak.

He didn't lie. For some reason, Milton Duff felt the urge to cry after hearing this.

It was exactly the same feeling he had when he first heard BOSS's voice after losing his memory.

Sakurai's name is true...

Milton Duff chewed this name in his heart. Even though he lost his memory and didn't see anyone, he instantly felt good about this name.

This must be someone so important to him that even if his memory is gone, his inner instinct has never been forgotten.

"Let's go."

Milton Duff came to his senses and did not let Bourbon see any clues. "If you are late for Belmode's musical, she might give you a shot~"