Chapter 51: On the methods of intelligence traffickers (ends with inverted v)

Vodka trembled inexplicably.

He is really an innocent little brother! Who was provoked?

With this cry in his heart, he maintained the paralyzed face he had practiced over the years, and his wide sunglasses gave him a good cover.

All in all, stand by me unconditionally!

Milton Dove, who felt that the activity in Vodka's brain was a bit noisy, temporarily blocked his presence.

Frankly speaking, he didn't want to be in a room with an undercover agent and compete on each other's acting skills, resulting in neither of them having a good rest.

But if she was in the same room as Gin, Milton Duff's intuition would be in danger.

Maybe I'll get bitten again.

If he can't drink gin, can he also drink bourbon?

Thinking of this, Milton Duff said slowly, "I changed my mind. Bourbon and I are in the same room."

She didn't expect that the other party would choose her Bourbon, and slightly raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Gin's scrutinizing eyes turned to Milton Duff.

The white-haired young man stood there and let the silver-haired killer look at him.

After a while, Gin, who saw something in his expression, sneered, turned around and left.

Bourbon: "!"

Gin chose to give in so easily.

It seems that Milton and Gin are closer than he thought.

Looking at Gin's back, Milton Duff puffed up one cheek in dissatisfaction.

This man must be secretly muttering to himself that he is a coward!

This is called assessing the situation!

After the gin and vodka left, Bourbon went to the front desk to get the room card, "Milton, are you leaving?"

Hearing this, Milton Duff withdrew his gaze, pulled the small suitcase aside, and took the lead.

Seeing this, Bourbon followed quietly.

Fortunately, the double room arranged by the airline was not a double room, but two single beds.

After entering the room, Milton Duff glanced around and chose the one in the middle.

It was still a few hours before dawn, so Milton Dove simply took a shower.

Being in the same room as an undercover agent for the first time, Milton Dove couldn't sleep at all, so she could only close her eyes and fall asleep.

The other undercover gentleman most likely had the same idea.

Miltonduff could hear the sound of his breathing never changing.

It was late at night, so Bourbon turned off the big lights in the room, leaving only a small night light placed between the two beds.

There was silence outside the window, except for the occasional vehicle passing by with high beams on.

The curtains in the room were half-opened, and the floor they lived on was not high. The car lights shone into the room from far to near, fell at the end of the bed, and then disappeared without mercy the next second.

I don’t know how much time passed, but in the slightly dim room, it was Bourbon who spoke first.

"I think there is something that needs to be explained."

"Shut up."

Bourbon ignored him, with a rogue attitude, "It concerns my professional standards, and this is a very serious matter. "

Milton Duff: ...

Who cares whether you are serious or not? He is not an undercover examiner.

"I think I didn't excuse Milton on the plane just now."

After hearing this, Milton Duff slowly opened his eyes, and his pink-gold eyes looked at Bourbon without any warmth.

A pair of purple-grey eyes looked at him with a determination that no one could shake.

"Because what I thought... is clearly the truth."

After saying that, the blond and dark-skinned man stood up and walked to the bed where Milton Dove was.

The light and shadow swayed, and the orange light of the night light was mostly blocked by the man's figure, leaving only a small beam of light falling on the hair of the white-haired young man.

The pure white was dyed with warm orange, and in a daze, it seemed that the whole body of the white-haired young man had become much softer.

But Bourbon knew that all this was just an illusion caused by the atmosphere.

"...Ha!"

Milton Duff sneered, spitting out vicious words, "Bourbon, is it true that your first place in the police academy didn't have enough water?"

Bourbon took a deep breath and was prepared. His mood is quite stable at the moment, and he will not be easily distracted by the other party's words.

"You changed your ticket once because you found out that Kudo Shinichi was among the passengers on the originally scheduled flight?"

Milton Duff's face was expressionless, knowing that this information must have been found by Bourbon while he was taking notes. .

He is worthy of his status as an information dealer.

"That's right."

Milton Dove half-reclined on the bedside in a leisurely manner and admitted readily, "Based on that child's reluctance, I don't want to get caught again after the plane lands."

Regarding this point, Bourbon He also didn’t want Kudo Shinichi to have any contact with people in the organization again.

He continued: "With your ability, even with just one glance, it is very easy to remember the passenger list."

"Kudo Shinichi's flight took off ten minutes earlier than ours. Combining the airport information broadcast and other clues, we came to the final conclusion. It's easy for you to have 561 passengers on the plane, right?"

"I just thought you were complimenting me," Milton Duff snorted.

"So, the number of passengers is not just a lie as you said."

While speaking, Bourbon bent one leg and knelt on the edge of the bed, with his arms on Milton Duff's side, trapping the person in Between square inches.

He discovered that even with the current downward angle and the addition of the death ray, Milton Dove's face was still perfect, with no blind spots.

Even more breathtaking.

Because Milton Dove never relies on his beauty to achieve anything, people who are close to him always forget about him. His beauty is also an invisible weapon.

And the invisible things are the most deadly.

Bourbon's eyes flickered, and he could not deny that for a moment, his eyes were indeed attracted by Milton's appearance.

"Well... having said all that, what do you want to express?"

Seeing his actions, Milton Duff raised one foot and stepped on Bourbon's thigh, with the tips of her toes almost touching the top of her thigh, preventing the man from continuing. near.

He was not wearing socks, so he could clearly feel the shape of the tense muscles under his feet, as well as the heat transmitted through the layers of pants.

As if she had been burned, Miltonduff subconsciously curled up his toes, and then noticed that the thigh muscles under his feet became tighter.

Stiff.

"...If Milton didn't care at all, he wouldn't blurt out the specific number of passengers."

It can be directly replaced by quantifiers.

"..."

Bourbon stared closely at the expression of the white-haired young man, "I don't know what Kudo Shinichi's ability is. If Milton wants to save the entire passengers of the plane without reminding him, he will definitely be able to do so. There are twists and turns.”

After all, the other party is only sixteen years old now, and is just a fledgling detective who just likes to solve crimes.

"Milton, why don't you dare to admit that you indirectly saved the passengers on the plane?"

Hearing Bourbon's "question," Milton Duff raised his hand and applauded, "Bourbon, I have to refresh my mind. My understanding of you."

"You usually know more about the theater in your head than I do."

"As you said, members of the organization never care about ordinary people's lives."

Bourbon said again. To block him, he said, "I am also an ordinary person. Even if I am exposed, there will only be benefits and no harm to you, right?"

All the time is blocked so well, it is simply...

"It is like deliberately making me hostile to you, be wary You, be on your guard."

Bourbon didn't understand why Milton Dove was like this.

It is obviously possible that they can cooperate temporarily.

Even if their goals are inconsistent with each other, matters related to interests are always complicated, and no one will be unwilling to strive for more interests for themselves.

But Milton Dove didn't.

His true thoughts were revealed, and Milton Duff finally looked seriously at Bourbon.

"...You really dare to say anything."

Bourbon faintly noticed something, and said in a playful voice: "After all, I have always been transparent in front of you. Whether I say it or not doesn't seem to make much difference?"

He said Definitely intentional.

With a flick of Milton Dove's fingertips, adults' social interactions never reveal everything to the public.

Everyone tacitly agrees on certain things and maintains a false peace with each other.

Because if some things were really spoken out, they would definitely fall apart.

Especially in the workplace, we see each other every day without looking up.

Unless there is a bottom line problem that cannot be tolerated any longer, almost no one will make the relationship too tense.

And the things Bourbon said today happen to be stuck on the line of Milton Duff.

Neither up nor down. If he has an attack, it will make him look like he really has something. But if he doesn't, Milton Dove will be very unhappy.

"Okay."

Milton Dove, who never plays cards according to common sense, once again admitted what Bourbon said, "I just deliberately made you hate me, why, can't you?"

Bourbon never expected that the other party would come up with this trick. Ben: ...

"Since I can't drive you away, I can only make you hate me."

Milton Duff shrugged, "No one is willing to work with annoying colleagues all day long."

"Handling interpersonal relationships in the workplace It's a required course."

Bourbon followed shamelessly, "It's okay to be patient a little bit."

"Then why don't you stick to Gin?"

Bourbon:...

Milton Duff made a decisive move, "Or Rai. "

Bourbon:...

"When facing colleagues with irreconcilable conflicts, it is necessary to stay away appropriately." "Really?" Milton Duff raised his eyelids

, "I learned."

Now, stay away from me."

Bourbon stiffened for three seconds and straightened up.

He was afraid that if Milton stepped on it again, something not so wonderful would happen.

"Milton, is it difficult to admit it frankly?"

Bourbon's facial expression was hidden in the shadow of the backlight, blurring his expression, but his voice was very calm, "From Sawada Hiroki, to Scotland and Kudo Shinichi , and what happened today..."

"What are you running away from?"

Bourbon added in his mind, maybe Rai.

"Escape?"

Milton Dove chewed on this new word to him, "So in the eyes of you people on the red side, who am I?"

Bourbon crossed his arms and said nothing.

In fact, he was gambling.

Milton Duff's micro-expression management was so perfect that Bourbon suspected that he could even perfectly control his body's instincts.

With no information available in this regard and other clues too scattered, everything Bourbon said tonight was all a gamble.

Milton Dove, who had done so many things, still had a soft spot deep in his heart.

"Even if you are the heir of the organization, saving people is not a shameful thing."

"Hmm..."

Milton Dove didn't expect Bourbon to take this route.

What is he planning?

So what if you admit it? Do you want him to cooperate with the police as a matter of course? Hope he can be incited to rebel because of this?

Silence returned to the room.

After a moment of silence, Bourbon gave the final blow of the night, "I have never forgotten my goal when I first met you."

Milton Dove's snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly, like disturbed butterfly wings. , shaking uneasily and then quickly returning to calm.

Bourbon slowly added the second half of the sentence, "Pull you... pull Zaomi Miye out of the quagmire of the organization."

Whether it is Zaomi Miye or Milton Duff, with such a talent, he No one should continue to dwell in darkness for the rest of their lives.

Stars should shine in their own fields, rather than always being shrouded in dark clouds.