Watching his decisive departing figure, the Blonde-haired man gave a somewhat helpless smile, then turned around to face the two Newcomers the Organization had taken a liking to: "Let's go."
"Who was that—?" the older youth of the two asked, a hint of curiosity flickering within his gentle expression.
It is not yet time for you to know." Vermouth pressed a finger to his lips, the bright red lipstick adding a touch of soul-stealing charm to his face. "In the future.. perhaps you will find out.
The gentle youth shook his head helplessly, not pressing for further answers.
The Blonde-haired youth on the very edge said nothing.
He remained frozen in the position of facing the direction the silver-haired youth had departed, his handsome brows unconsciously furrowing, his grayish-purple eyes filled with a hint of complexity.
"Amuro—Amuro!" Hearing his companion's voice, the youth suddenly snapped back to his senses.
My apologies." He gave a polite smile and offered a half-truth as an excuse. "I was just curious.
"You'd better rein in that curiosity." The blonde-haired woman looked at him with a half-smile, though his words were a soft warning.
But it was still a warning.
Amuro Tooru remained noncommittal, instead asking seemingly casually, "In the Organization, how many people have long silver hair?"
After saying this, he added, "His hair color is very rare."
“Silver hair is indeed rare indeed.” Vermouth stepped a few steps closer, resting his fingers on Amuro Tooru's shoulder. “Among the people I know in the Organization, there are fewer than five.”
Pausing, the woman gave him a flirtatious glance and spoke with deep implication:
As for those with silver hair, there are only two.
Author's Note:
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Chapter 22: It's a placeholder; I'll fill it with character analyses for Volume 1 later!
The periods of confusion that appear from time to time in life.. Nani girl is currently experiencing one and is temporarily offline.
The relationships among the youths are so easy to write.. The Silver-haired youth is still too naive; the naturally cunning Detective Nani discovered your oddness long ago.
Nana also had a maiden heart.. He had always felt that guy was very cute (something was wrong, wasn't it?).
Then, the girl, who was always serious and composed in front of others, instantly softened before Gin.
Niwang expressed: ".."
Yaji was also very interesting. At first, he had a request, later he wanted to appear more serious and reliable in front of that sharp and keen detective senior, who was quite impressive compared to their peers, but he had been seen through long ago. However, Nani-chan had cooperated and indulged him in a mysterious way.
By the way, Nana's sense of aesthetics is similar to Sister's (though there are differences).. They really are sisters.
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Chapter 25: Twenty-three, the names of the first two were also fake..
Gin was enjoying someone's "magic show."
To tell the truth, the promotional part of the "Magic Show" was done quite well.
Even though, in essence, it was just sending out "Twisted-jointed Doll" and "Hell Invitation" to openly provoke the police.
It seemed arrogant, but in reality, it was just chuunibyou.
To be reasonable, he actually didn't want to go over there, but that guy had persuaded him several times, since he had already finished the tasks at hand, he had half-heartedly agreed.
He silently watched the Youth, who wore black-rimmed glasses and looked quite refined, as he stared in shock, anxiety, fear when the incident occurred.
Weak, aggrieved, helpless.
Gin had to admit that this guy's acting was truly excellent. If he ever decided to retire from his current life, he could try his luck in the entertainment industry; perhaps he could even share the stage with Vermouth and compete for an Oscar.
By the way, this guy's psychological state is also excellent; after all, not just any ordinary person could run after the police while carrying a bag containing a head.
And then—
And then, he suffered a disastrous fail.
Finally, he left behind a sentence that was incredibly pretentious—
I find pleasure in deceiving people, while you view exposing others' tracks as a sense of mission.
Good Luck, Detective Little Brother, we shall meet again.
His posture was quite composed, his admission of defeat was very straightforward; he maintained his dignity quite well~
What good is that?!
Gin cursed inwardly, thinking, You bastard, if you're so capable, then don't get caught!
This is great, you're quite relaxed, aren't you? But didn't you still have me help get you out?!
By the way, you really should focus on gaining some weight; being this thin is completely unscientific, alright?
Your combat skills are actually decent, but you have hardly any muscle on you; it's all because of that weight of yours that makes one feel lightheaded just looking at it.
Now look at this, you've messed up, haven't you?
Despite having previously made similar declarations of non-intervention to Takao, such as "Getting caught proves your incompetence; if you lack ability, do not expect me to step in," Gin still decided to give him a hand.
After all, he knew Takao's capabilities well; this incident wasn't because Takao was incompetent, but because he had encountered a god-tier opponent.
But.. that Detective Kinda Ichichi.. why does his appearance look so familiar?
Of course, although he intended to make a move to rescue the person, Gin was in no hurry.
On one hand, it had only been a few days, so the security was bound to be quite tight. Although it wouldn't be impossible to get out, there was no need to make things more difficult.
On the other hand, Gin truly felt that this kid deserved to suffer a bit.
Gin didn't make his move until the matter had reached a conclusion.
Of course, it was merely helping out; the key was that Takao Haruki had to do it himself—if he couldn't manage it, he shouldn't even bother mentioning cooperation.
After all, when Gin said, "If you lack the ability to be of value, don't expect me to step in," he was being very serious.
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Taking time to help Takao Haruki with everything, Gin did not forget to handle the work on hand.
It wasn't a mission for the Black Organization; it was his own business.
In recent years, besides carrying out his usual Black Organization Missions, he has also focused on collecting certain intelligence.
The death of Shiratori Midori had always been a thorn in his heart.
When it happened, he was consumed by grief and agony, his mind in a daze, leaving him no room to contemplate the reasons behind it. Later, when the Black Organization intended to silence the Shiratori family, he secretly arranged for Nana to fake his death to deceive them. To evade the Black Organization, Gin had to handle it personally; he not only had to be careful not to be discovered but also had to act as if nothing was amiss, which was no easy task, naturally, he had no capacity to worry about other matters during that time.
And once the matter had passed, he finally had the time to carefully consider the reasons behind it—
He had always thought that it was Shiratori's own "mistake" that had caused this situation to occur.
Gin had long since noticed that Shiratori Midori's state was off; he had even advised the boy to see a psychiatrist, but unfortunately.. it was too late.
So he naturally assumed that because Shiratori was already in an unstable state, the Black Organization had inadvertently discovered his intention to defect, ultimately forcing his to leave ahead of schedule.
He.. had always thought so.
It wasn't until one time, while he was dealing with the Black Organization's "old business," that he inadvertently sensed something was amiss.
This discrepancy was nothing significant and could have easily been ignored.
But he rarely felt curious, since he was bored at the time, he followed her whim and investigated further.
He had uncovered things that should not have been investigated.
Under normal circumstances, he would have stopped, but how could he, when these "things that shouldn't be investigated" were related to Shiratori Midori?
—Then he discovered the fact that, even before the "Sherry Defection" incident occurred, the Organization had already been keeping a close eye on her movements.
"Monitoring her movements" was a euphemism; to put it more bluntly, there was already a subtle tendency to surveil her.
Why?
Gin couldn't help but ask himself.
He had known Shiratori since childhood, they understood each other very well. At that time, Shiratori was under his command; even if he hadn't been monitoring Shiratori's every move back then, he was certain he wouldn't have missed any significant changes.
Perhaps Shiratori's state was not right at that time, but during the period the Black Organization was monitoring him, she did not perform any "suspicious" actions..
So, why on earth was it?
He continued his investigation.
..
Progress was not smooth.
On one hand, the matter was inherently secretive; at the very least, Gin had not noticed anything amiss at the time, now that the girl was dead and his body buried in the earth, the clues left behind were even fewer.
On the other hand, given his identity, it was not suitable for Gin to investigate this matter openly.
Not only could he not have his subordinates investigate directly, but he also had to keep his investigation a secret from the Black Organization.
It was slightly better than when he had to arrange Nana's faked death; he could collect relevant information indirectly—as long as his true intentions remained undetected.
All these years, besides the missions from the Black Organization itself, he has been collecting intelligence to uncover the truth behind Shiratori Midori's death; as for the System Mission—
That, naturally, comes last..
In any case, he wouldn't waste any effort on this.
Anyway, his general strategy was to collect profiles of relevant Plot characters to gain an early advantage, letting himself off easy enough to avoid suspicion while still maintaining control, then—