Chapter 53:

How did the forced kiss thing turn out like this? The morning fog fills the night with a heavy face.

Since she has too many acquaintances in Yoneka Town, it is inevitable that she will meet some difficult people. Haya Kiriya now wears a disguise when going out.

It was an accident that I met Hagiwara Kenji at the dessert shop yesterday. There was a murder case, so there was nothing we could do.

But how could we still meet today? !

Hayagiri Yaye looked at the deceased lying on the ground not far away with an expressionless face. There were murder cases for two days in a row. Isn't this frequency wrong?

He couldn't help but think back to when he was a child. He would have seen various bombings on TV, because he didn't go out much so he wouldn't encounter murders.

"."

Thinking of Japan's crime rate in recent years, Hayagiri was speechless.

"He must have killed the store manager Qiudong!"

A tall, thin man wearing a chef's uniform pointed at Zaagiri Yaye with an angry expression. "I entered the bathroom after him and what I saw was the store manager's body!" "

..." Zaowu Miye twitched the corner of her mouth, really too lazy to answer.

The more you go out, the more idiots you will meet.

Seeing his expression, Chef Fu became more confident, "Mr. Police Officer, look at him!"

"Well..."

Hagihara Kenji raised his hand to signal Chef Fu to calm down, "There is currently no conclusive evidence proving that Niwa-kun is the murderer, Muranishi-kun. Please explain what happened when the incident occurred."

Wen Yan, the chef Fu snorted, "I have been preparing food in the kitchen, and the kitchen surveillance can prove this."

"I wanted to go to the toilet later, and I saw it when I entered. This man stood expressionless in front of the store manager's body!"

"Niwa-kun, is Muranishi-kun telling the truth?" The person

who went to the police with Hagiwara Kenji this time was Date Hang, a tall and sturdy police officer. He looked at Zaowu Miye seriously, with a faint sense of shock unique to the police.

If he were really a criminal, he would probably reveal his flaws unconsciously.

"From Muranishi's point of view, what he said is indeed the truth."

Hayagiri folded her hands on her chest, her posture relaxed and casual, "From my point of view, I smelled the smell of blood when I entered the toilet."

"But I didn't "No matter what."

Hayagiri didn't pay attention to the sudden change in the eyes of the two police officers. "I opened the cubicle door after washing my hands and took a look. Muranishi came in at that time."

"Niwa-kun"

Hagihara Kenji . He hesitated, "If you smell the smell of blood, a normal person would go up to check the situation first, right?"

"There was no sound of breathing."

Yaya Hayagiri gave her own explanation, "I didn't enter the toilet for at least ten minutes before. No matter how you look at it..."

The handsome young man shrugged under the gaze of everyone, "It's a done deal. It doesn't matter if you watch it sooner or later. Of course I choose to do my own thing first."

Hagiwara Kenji: ... ...

Datehang: ...

This person is too indifferent!

Datehang couldn't help but glance at Hagiwara Kenji, and knew from his attitude that he might have known Hayagiri Yaya at the same time.

Hagihara Kenji's mood was a little complicated at the moment, and he realized that the other party might be very different from what he thought.

Handling the case was important, and Hagiwara Kenji quickly put his emotions behind him, "Then the deceased was in the same posture as he is now?"

"Yes." Yaya Hayagiri nodded, "I didn't do anything after opening the compartment door. Met him."

"Okay." Hagihara Kenji turned to ask the next suspect.

Seeing this, Wu Miye didn't say anything anymore. With the other party's ability, he thought he would be able to solve the case very quickly.

As he thought, with Hagiwara Kenji and Date Hang joining forces, the murderer was quickly found.

It was the chef's uniform that had been criticized the most.

The irrefutable evidence was placed in front of him, and the chef knelt down and cried bitterly, "Who told that guy Qiudong to sell the recipes I worked so hard to study to others..."

Zaogiri Miye looked at the crying murderer, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes. untie.

Speaking of which, after the murderer of the sweet shop love murder case yesterday was identified, he seemed to have immediately knelt down and cried bitterly.

how? Is it a tradition for prisoners in Japan to kneel down and cry bitterly after being discovered by the police after committing a murder?

"Niwa-kun."

Hearing someone calling him, Hayagiri Yaya looked back at the murderer, "What's wrong?"

"Here." Hagihara Ken clenched his hands into fists and raised them in front of Hayagiri Yaya.

"..."

Zaagiri Yaye opened his hand, and a strawberry candy wrapped in a transparent laser candy wrapper fell into his palm.

"Hagi noticed that your lip color is a little bad."

Hagihara Kenji took back his hand, "Didn't Niwa-kun not eat for a long time before entering the restaurant?" He

stayed up late last night checking past information, slept for almost a whole day, and encountered another murderer when he entered the restaurant. The case, Hayagiri Yaya, who has not even had a bite of food now: ...

He opened the candy wrapper, stuffed the pink candy into his mouth, and bit it, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Hagiwara Kenji touched his nose, "Niwa-kun's hypoglycemia will get better later."

Yaya Hayagiri said nothing after seeing that he took the candy from the front desk of the restaurant.

"Hagi happened to be getting off work."

Hagihara Kenji left the follow-up work to his squad leader without hesitation, "How about we go to dinner together?"

Yaya Hayagiri raised an eyebrow, "You want to invite me again?"

Hagihara Kenji tilted his head and thought seriously, "It's not impossible."

"Forget it."

Yaya Hayagiri thought that she still had something "stored" with Matsuda Jinpei, her eyes flashed slightly, "If it's AA, it's okay."

After hearing this Hagihara Kenji exaggeratedly sighed, "Thank you Niwa-kun for helping Hagi save money."

So the two of them found a nearby ramen restaurant for dinner.

The evening peak dining period has passed, and there are not many customers in the ramen shop. After entering the shop, Hagiwara Ken Nishumonsuji sat down at the corner of the bar to place his order.

"Hagi and Kojinpei...are my little tamed ones, and they often come to this restaurant to eat."

Hagiwara Kenji handed the menu to Hayagiri Yaya, "Hagi prefers their spicy curry beef ramen, which is very good. Oh!”

“Then order this.” Zaagiri Yaye happily accepted the food recommendation.

Seeing this, Hagiwara Kenji ordered some extra small appetizers for him, "If you haven't eaten for a long time, you suddenly don't like spicy food. Let's eat something else first."

"... Mr. Police Officer treats everyone well. Are you taking such good care of me?"

The reason for inviting him to dinner was obviously for other reasons.

Hayagiri Yaye slowly picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. Well, it tasted good.

"Huh? This is normal, right?"

Hagihara Kenji said with a natural expression, "Niwa-kun chose the hot one after listening to my evaluation. If it gives you a stomachache, it's Hagi's fault."

"It would actually be better to just change the menu, but I feel like Niwa-kun is not someone who changes his mind easily."

Yaya Hayagiri, who was really not interested in other dishes in the store, gave him a perfunctory smile, "Don't worry, if you have a stomachache, I won't I'm looking for you."

Hagiwara Yan said, "Hey - I haven't eaten yet, so don't prepare for the worst!"

At this time, two spicy curry beef ramen was served, and the spicy smell came out. spread in the air.

"Let's get started~"

Zaugiri Miye's appetite was instantly aroused. She picked up a mouthful of ramen, blew it and put it in her mouth, "It's so spicy!"

But... it's so spicy that it's delicious, and I feel like I can't stop eating it. .

The ends of Zaowu Miye's eyes turned red, and the color of her lips became bright red. She felt like she wanted to cry or not.

In contrast, except for the fact that his lips are a little red, everything else looks normal for Kenji Hagihara.

Although she almost cried because of the pain, Hayagiri finished the entire bowl of ramen.

Afterwards, Hagihara Kenji silently ordered him a glass of milk.

Zaomi Miye drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Hagiwara Kenji handed him another tissue.

After finishing the meal, it was almost nine o'clock. The two of them stood in front of the store. Hagiwara Kenji and Hayagiri Yaya waited for the taxi ordered online.

"Speaking of which, Hagi wanted to ask yesterday, was Niwa-kun's neck injured?"

As he spoke, Hagiwara Kenji's eyes fell on the faintly visible bandage under Hayagiri Yaya's collar.

Not only his neck, but also his left wrist was bandaged.

"Ah, I accidentally scratched it."

The gemstone on the collar cannot be taken off, and this has almost become a sign that the members of the red team recognize him. It is natural to cover it up when wearing the disguise in the morning and evening.

The collar was easy to handle, but the shaped gemstones were not, so I had to wear high-collared clothes and bandages in the foggy morning and late at night.

The injury on my left wrist couldn't be completely covered with a watch strap, so I simply wrapped it with a bandage.

"I went to play extreme sports a few days ago, and it happened like this without paying attention."

Yaya Hayagiri blinked, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

"That's good." Regarding other people's wounds, Hagiwara Kenji did not continue. Explore below.

"It turns out that Niwa-kun plays extreme sports. You can't tell at all~"

"It's just an occasional hobby." Yaya Hayagiri said casually: "I am unemployed now, so I went to experience it when I was bored."

"That's it . ..."

Hagiwara Kenji looked at the young man next to him, "Hagi used to think that Niwa-kun was a detective."

"I feel that he has a good psychological analysis of prisoners."

"I can't be a detective.

" Ye pretended not to notice Hagihara Kenji's gaze, "I just read some related books."

Hagihara Kenji thought he was not telling the truth.

"Mr. Police Officer, do you still care about what happened in that restaurant?" Hayagiri Yaya took the initiative to ask this point.

After all, before this, his disguised identity should have been positive in Hagiwara Kenji's heart.

If Hayagiri Yaye wants to continue pretending, she can naturally pretend to be flawless, and it won't be a problem to really be a just detective.

But he felt it was pointless.

He has no such evil intention of pretending to be a red team member to get close to the red team personnel.

For Hayagiri Miye, the disguised identity is a disposable item that can disappear at any time.

And to be honest, he had no intention of using this identity to approach Hagiwara Kenji at first.

Following the good tradition of the organization, wouldn’t it save time to go directly to the door to “get” the things you have “deposited” when they are not at home?

If it weren't for the positioning in his body, maybe Hayagiri Yaye would really do this.

"No."

Unexpectedly, Hagiwara Kenji denied, "Hagi is a policeman, and it is Hagi's duty to save people."

"But Hagi will not ask you to be like Hagi. Niwa-kun is an ordinary person, and it is normal even if you don't save people ." , This is not your obligation."

"Besides, we are still strangers we don't know."

Hayagiri turned her head and met those violet eyes.

The night did not make it gloomy, but became brighter and brighter, blooming like a lavender field under the sun.

"If ordinary people do all the dangerous things, why should the police do it, right?"

"This is really..."

Yaya Hayagiri blinked slowly, "If the police officer's words are heard by the media reporters, they will definitely write The report blasted you

as a "dumb police officer. "

"It's because of your concept that the society is indifferent."

But...it's better than those who talk about hypocrisy.

Hagiwara Kenji shrugged, "Hagi has nothing against ordinary people saving people."

"Of course ordinary people can save people if they can ensure their own safety and can do their best."

"But it is undeniable that some ordinary people can save people. , but this kind of death is also very common in news reports."

"Indeed." Hayagiri nodded, "As a result, the survivors were attacked online. "

But who is right and who is wrong? It's a very complex issue.

The taxi arrived just then.

The two did not continue discussing this topic.

Yaya Hayagiri got into the passenger seat and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Police Officer."

"Bye~Niwa-kun~"

Seeing Kenji Hagihara's figure disappearing in the rearview mirror, Milton Dove reached out and took off his disguise.

The fluffy and soft white hair was exposed to the air, but the taxi driver didn't even look at it.

The handsome-faced young man slowly untied the bandages on his neck and wrists in circles and threw them into the back seat.

"Remember to get rid of them." Milton Duff said calmly.

"Yes!" the driver responded.

Knowing that the other party was a peripheral member of Gin's men, Milton Dove said nothing more.

The taxi dropped him outside a bar in a remote location.

The heavy door was pushed open, and several people sitting or standing in the bar paid attention to the people who came in.

If an ordinary person accidentally entered it, he would be frightened and leave immediately.

Milton Duff ignored those glances, skillfully found the single sofa in the corner, and lazily settled into it.

The bartender in charge of this organization's stronghold placed a glass of Milton Duff on the small table in front of him without looking away.

Gin next to him looked at the person without leaving a trace, his eyes lingering on the slightly red lips of the white-haired young man for a moment.

"Everyone is here."

Gin stomped out the cigarette butts at his feet, "I think you know very well why I called you here."

Miltonduff silently took out his mobile phone and checked the mission notification that he had ignored before.

Oh, we're catching an undercover agent again.

Milton Duff was instantly refreshed. Bourbon had been discovered.

He quietly glanced at the conspicuous golden retriever near the bar, and looked back with half interest.

no.

Alas, frankly speaking, after the organization discovers the undercover agents, they really can’t be treated as coolies?

How useful!

Hearing Gin's words, Chianti wiped the sniper rifle in his hand excitedly, and the butterfly tattoo at the end of his eye was so charming, "I heard there are rats among us."

Cohen sat aside silently, the muzzle of the gun in his hand shining in the light A cold light refracted from below.

Kil folded his arms and leaned against the bar. "Are there too many rats in the organization? It hasn't been long since Rai was discovered."

Huh?

Milton Duff narrowed his eyes slightly, CIA?

Realizing that the white-haired young man was looking at him, Kil secretly tensed his back and his heartbeat inevitably accelerated.

Never seen it before, Milton Dove mused.

What a trouble, Kil had obviously heard about him from someone close to him, Milton Duff lowered his eyes, it was not her who was exposed.

What is her relationship with the CIA undercover agent who died at the same time as Rum?

Father and daughter? Boy and girl? Brother and sister?

Hmm...let's go back and check.

Seeing that the person continued to remain silent, Kil secretly let out a sigh.

The bet was right!

"Indeed."

Bourbon put down the whiskey glass in his hand, "It's hard not to make people suspect that there is something wrong with the person responsible for reviewing the information."

Kamu, who was leaning against the wall, said, "In this case, as the intelligence team, you are the biggest suspect. Right."

Milton Duff's eyes lit up, um... members of other gang organizations? It turns out you were the one exposed!

There were only a few people in the room, and almost half of them were undercover agents.

Seriously, there are already so many undercover agents anyway, can't the authorities send more?

To put it ten thousand steps back, can’t we win by quantity?

When the time comes for the undercovers to hold a group meeting, the organization will be empty hahahaha!

"Pfft."

Thinking of that scene, Milton Dove couldn't help laughing.

"You guys continue." He casually picked up the wine glass in front of him, "Don't pay attention to me."

Kamu, who was suspected of being laughed at, secretly gritted his teeth. Since the other party was someone he couldn't afford to offend, he held back his anger.

Vodka, on the other hand, hesitated to speak, wanting to remind Milton that he got the wrong glass!

What you’re holding is eldest brother’s wine glass! ! !

"My information is never wrong." Bourbon looked at Camu suspiciously.

Judging from Milton's attitude, the exposed undercover is probably this person.

In order not to work overtime at night, Milton Duff decided to help speed up the progress. "Actually, it is very easy to identify undercover agents~"

Several undercover agents present subconsciously held their breath.

The white-haired young man put down the empty wine glass, "Because undercover agents are normal people, they know how to change their clothes with the seasons."

"Only you will still wear thick black in the summer when it is close to 40 degrees! Black absorbs the most heat!"

"What's amazing is that no one suffered from heatstroke!"

After the words fell, there was silence in the bar.

His gaze shifted to gin and vodka, either explicitly or implicitly.

Vodka: ...

Gin glanced at the person with a faint blush on his face, lowered his voice, "Milton!"

Milton Duff wrinkled his nose, "Did I tell you?"

Gin: ... #

a cup Fallen kid.

"Hmph." Milton Duff shook his head, "So, the undercover agent is Camus!"

Chianti and Cohen pointed their guns at Camus without hesitation.

Bourbon and Keir also looked at each other warily.

Camus, who was wearing a black leather jacket today:?

"Wait a minute!" Camus tried to calm down and said, "I'm wearing black!"

"Huh?" Milton Duff's pink-gold peach blossom eyes widened a lot, "Do you believe this kind of pretending to be a housewife? "

I'm a fool."

Others: ...

but...part of what Milton said is indeed true.

Facts himself warned again, "Milton, stop playing."

"Okay."

Milton Duff looked through the information on his phone, "Why did the missions executed on May 7th and June 3rd fail? "

Not waiting for Camu to answer, he continued: "These two mission points are near the strongholds of the Nican Society. The time when you performed the mission coincided with the time when their strongholds changed. Do you have anything to explain? "

The gang's secret stronghold was discovered. Kamu knew that there was no hope of defense, and a ruthless expression appeared on his face.

Unfortunately, before he could do anything, he was shot into a sieve.

Red blood flowed all over the ground, and Bourbon, who was closer, stayed away from the place in disgust, "Don't you need to save your breath to torture for information?"

He was happy to see the results of gangsters and gangsters.

"It's not necessary."

Chianti, who put away his gun, glanced at Gin, who was expressionless. "The information from the Mud Society is not very useful to the organization."

Gin said nothing, as if he acquiesced.

Judging from the current size of the black organization, it is natural to look down on Ni Ke.

Despite this, the Nikaikai is still the second largest gang in the world in Japan.

"It's a pity."

Bourbon said with pretense of regret: "Some time ago, there were people from the Mudonghui who had contact with members of the intelligence team."

"It won't affect the transaction." Gin said coldly.

But who will ultimately benefit is open to question.

"It's so pitiful." Bourbon showed sympathy.

The purpose of tonight's gathering was achieved, Gin stood up and prepared to leave.

He picked up the wine that originally belonged to Milton Duff and drank it in one gulp.

The alcohol content of gin is no different from that of boiled water with honey.

The only way the troublesome kid can avoid getting drunk is by drinking this kind of wine.

"Childish." The silver-haired killer commented.

I don’t know if I’m talking about wine or people.

"Leave."

Milton Dove curled his lips, got up and followed.

Looking at the backs of the three people leaving, Bourbon's eyes flashed slightly and he followed them.

"Milton."

Hearing someone calling him, Milton Duff stopped opening the door of the Porsche and turned around to look.

Why is it this golden retriever again!

Milton Duff made a "stop" gesture and said, "We'll talk tomorrow."

He didn't want Bourbon to know his current residence.

In fact, Bourbon, who was just following him to take a look, decisively accepted the unexpected gain, "Okay."

Seeing this, Milton Duff ignored him and got in the car and closed the door.

Milton Duff felt that he was not drunk.

He can think smoothly and walk straight!

It’s just drinking on your face!

Thinking of this, Milton Duff temporarily forgot about ignoring Gin and followed him back to the apartment.

At the door of the apartment, he belatedly asked, "Why are you following me?"

Gin did not speak.

After getting closer and such a long time passed, it was actually possible to tell that Milton's lips were not swollen from being kissed.

But this does not prevent Gin from using the theme.

The leather gloves were taken off, and cold white and strong fingers pressed the corners of the white-haired young man's lips, slowly applying pressure, "Is this why you are late today?"

"?"

Milton Duff frowned and grabbed Gin. Use your wrist to stop his movements, "Is it stuck?"

If he hadn't eaten that bowl of spicy ramen, he would have arrived at the normal time.

But why work overtime on an empty stomach? snort.

"With whom?"

Seeing the person's unconscious look, Gin's eyes gradually deepened and he touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue.

Regarding this point, Milton Duff felt that there was nothing to hide, "Hagiwara Kenji."

"Another note."

Gin sneered coldly, "Have you forgotten what you said last time so quickly?"

"??"

Mi Dunduff felt that there was something wrong with Gin's appointment tonight, "It's annoying to keep mentioning this matter... huh!" She

was forced to swallow the rest of her words.

Gin held the white-haired young man's chin and kissed him fiercely.

Milton Duff only felt that his breath was quickly robbed by the storm, leaving no chance for resistance.

The brain began to lack oxygen, and Milton Dove was once again forced to learn to ventilate without a teacher.

He raised his hand and grabbed the silver-haired killer's hair and pulled it to one side, resulting in even rougher movements.

The black top hat fell to the ground, but no one paid attention.

After realizing that she couldn't push away the gin, Milton Dove made a decisive decision and bit down the aggressive tongue in his mouth.

The smell of blood filled their lips, but Gin still didn't let go.

The angry pink eyes met the gradually excited green eyes. At this moment, Milton Duff finally understood what Gin wanted to do to him.

madman!

Milton Duff turned his wrist, and a dagger slipped out of his cuff and touched the silver-haired killer's neck. It easily cut through the opponent's purple turtleneck sweater, leaving a deep blood mark.

This time, Gin finally let go of Milton Duff.

He casually wiped away the blood on his lips with his thumb, "Why don't you continue?"

The silver-haired killer held the wrist of the white-haired young man holding the dagger, and took the initiative to push it deeper into his neck, "I didn't do that back then. I taught you to be kind and gentle."

Wiping the blood from the corner of her lips with the back of her other hand, Miltonduff wanted to take the dagger back, but did not move her hand, so she could only remain in a stalemate with Gin.

"What are you thinking about?"

As if he couldn't feel the bleeding on his neck, the silver-haired killer raised his eyebrows, "It's obvious."

"I refuse." After saying this, Milton Dove knew that Gin would not change his mind easily.

"You'd better wake up!"

After saying this, he finally withdrew his hand and slammed the apartment door, leaving the tall man alone outside.

"Tsk."

Gin, who had expected it, continued to ignore the bleeding wound on his neck and stood there for a long time, but did not choose to break the door.