Before he could look over, Nana turned her head toward Niwang, her heart sinking slightly.
This person.. must be a very vigilant person.
The Blonde-haired youth turned his head, appearing to say something to their Companion.
He didn't notice her, partly because she wasn't observing closely, partly because the Tram was crowded.
Perhaps it was also because he was currently on a public Tram, therefore was not being overly cautious of his surroundings.
He was wearing sunglasses, so Nana could not see his features clearly, but she felt the youth must not be very old, probably no more than thirty.
She glanced again at the previous girl and found that she had already stood in the corner, deliberately shrinking into the crowd.
Nana's gaze sharpened.
It seemed that she was most likely tailing that Blonde-haired youth.
Compared to that youth, the little girl's alertness was much lower. Nana watched him closely, when she was suddenly pulled sideways by a force beside her.
Her body tilted uncontrollably. In her panic, she hurriedly turned her body to the side and, with quick reflexes, grabbed the edge of the seat's backrest. Combined with the youth's hand supporting him, she barely managed to steady his balance before she could fall.
"What are you doing?" Nana glared at the Silver-blue haired youth, speaking unhappily.
However, Niwang also seemed quite displeased: "What have you been staring at them for?"
Nana was startled. She instinctively turned her head to glance around. The chatter inside the Tram ensured that Niwang's voice did not reach the ears of those three youths, allowing his to breathe a small sigh of relief.
The youth leaned closer to him, resting his head on his shoulder, his silver-haired locks making his neck itch. "Don't look at them.. You can't see their faces clearly, how could they be as good-looking as me?"
".." Nana felt completely exhausted. He pushed Yaji's head away, leaned in to give his cheek a light kiss, then pulled back slightly to comfort him.
As the youth looked on in surprise, she whispered in that position, "There is something wrong with them, wait a moment."
He stepped back, then she saw the Youth's hazel-green eyes looking at his with a hint of helplessness.
“..” The youth sighed and said, "Fine.."
Niwang: Why do you have to follow me even when we're out on a date? Can't you, Detective girl, just stay still for a while?
However, it was quite fun.
..
The Girl followed behind the three men, to avoid drawing attention, they followed behind the Girl.
The Girl's tracking skills were clearly subpar; even though she was being extremely careful and using her small size to hide easily, the Black-haired youth still discovered her after a few attempts.
They seemed to have exchanged a few words.
—They looked like they knew each other?
However, Nana was certain that the conversation had not been pleasant, because the Black-haired youth quickly left to buy tickets—the Little girl was clearly following him, while the Little girl who remained on the spot looked as if she were struggling to hold it in, yet still wore an expression as if she were about to burst into tears.
At that moment, the Black-haired youth's companion—she wasn't sure if they were a companion, but they were clearly part of the same group, so she just called them that for now—the Dark brown-haired youth walked over.
She smiled gently at the Girl, said a few words to her, then took out the bass he was carrying on her back and began teaching the Girl how to play it.
Nana's gaze, however, rested on the bag he had placed to the side.
It was clearly unrealistic to expect to watch them here without being discovered, but since they were playing the bass..
Nana simply walked up to Niwang, pretending to be curious, looked over quite openly.
They smiled at the dark brown-haired man; the man glanced at them and, in a good mood, did not refuse.
That man seemed to be teaching the girl how to play scales.
After about ten minutes, their other Companion walked up, wearing a brown jacket with his hands in his pockets.
That person wore a dark blue cap that obscured her features; Nana only saw her slightly dark complexion and blonde hair.
The Gentle man playing bass saw him arrive, gave him a small smile, then said to the Little girl, "We are leaving."
The girl nodded. While she was packing his things, the black-haired youth had already returned with the tickets. The moment she saw the blonde-haired youth, Nana keenly sensed the black-haired youth's aura becoming sharp.
Niwang Yaji, who was beside them, also seemed to sense something, he frowned deeply as he looked at them.
The Black-haired boy gave the ticket to the Girl without a word. The Girl seemed a bit afraid of her, or perhaps the shadow of being driven away before still lingered; although she was reluctant to leave, she still departed obediently.
Nana did not dare to linger. He gave them a smile to signal his departure, then pulled Yaji away.
As she left, she saw the Blonde-haired youth flash a strange smile, heard the Black-haired youth's slightly cold and low voice: "We should go."
It is indeed time to go, Rye.
The tension was palpable.
..
Nana shook her head vigorously, attempting to pull her thoughts away from the scene that had just occurred.
Niwang seemed to still be thinking about what had happened before; she turned his head toward him and asked, "What's wrong?"
His voice was a bit hoarse.
"I think.. their aura.. is quite extraordinary." Niwang Yaji was also a perceptive person; he had noticed the abnormality in these three people, as well as the atmosphere that had suddenly turned tense.
And the faint sense of danger.
Nana nodded in affirmation, her thoughts drifting back to that moment when the blonde-haired youth called out to his companion, "Scotland."
Right, then there was Rye.
"Scotland.. Rye.." He muttered these two names silently; it was obvious they weren't normal names, but rather codenames.
A codename?
It seemed as if she had grasped something.
But she still couldn't understand why.
Whisky?
“Are you still thinking about those two people's names?” Niwang looked at Nana and lightly tapped her forehead with his finger. “It is strange, really. Why choose a liquor name? I wonder if it's a codename or something else.”
Liquor names?!
Nana's eyes widened suddenly.
That's right, it's not just Whisky, it's also the Liquor name.
In an instant, she seemed to recall the phone call Zhenjun had been having while looking at his before.
At that time, she was cooking, when she brought out the food, Zhenjun happened to be on a call with someone. He still remembered that after he saw his and hung up the phone, he seemed to mention two strange words—at least, words that wouldn't have been used back then.
Vermouth" and "Bourbon.
It seems that what he was referring to back then wasn't alcohol.
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Author's Note: I saw someone talking about M22 today. I saw it when I went to Japan; it started off okay, but the subsequent mystery and action scenes were just a picture of indifference. After watching it, I only had two feelings.
Detective Conan's movies are becoming more and more anti-physics.
And also
Is this really not an advertisement for Mazda? The performance couldn't be any better.
I could write a couplet myself.
Upper line: A skateboard that pierces through mountains; Lower line: A car that flies into the sky; Horizontal scroll: Newton would be furious.
By the way, Professor Agasa's inventions are becoming more and more eccentric.
..
I will slowly catch up and reply to the comments from the previous chapter. The Little Angels' comments are all so interesting, mwah~
Gin goes offline again in this chapter and comes back online in the next; the timelines of the two characters' perspectives proceed simultaneously across these two chapters.
Speaking of which, the appearance of the youth group always seems to be accompanied by some public displays of affection..
The Niwang youth expressed: Hey, hey, hey, stop looking at them! Is the case more important, or am I?!
Nana (A kiss, mwah~)
Niwang: Alright..
..
Thanks to Mo Mingqi's Moyan Little Angel for the landmines, love you, mwah~
Chapter 36 Chapter Thirty-four On the other hand, it is because Sherry..
Gin stood on the deck. At dusk, the sunset glow dyed the horizon with a beautiful light. Where the sea met the sky in the distance, the lingering sunlight spilled lazily, decorating the surface of the water with shimmering ripples, as translucent as colored glaze, sparkling with brilliant splendor.
The light that day was not dazzling; it was perfectly comfortable and perfectly leisurely.
The sea breeze brushed against his face, as gentle as a lover's fingertips or the soft strands of a lover's hair, carrying a hint of the sea's characteristic saltiness that was not unpleasant in the slightest.
The wind blew up his trench coat. He stood quietly, seemingly admiring the seascape, or perhaps lost in thought.
In reality, he was—
—Staring blankly.
"You've been standing here for almost half an hour." A clear, cold voice rang out, stating the facts with a mature air; the words seemed somewhat caring, but the tone was icy.
But the slight hint of softness at the end of his words revealed a trace of restrained concern.
Her voice was not exactly cold, but it was certainly detached; while it wasn't the kind of freezing chill that inspired awe, it clearly demonstrated her indifferent and unapproachable personality.
Or rather, it was the personality she projected.
After all, she was still just a young girl; her voice still carried a hint of soft sweetness, even when she tried to suppress it, a trace of it would still slip out unintentionally, subtly revealing the charm characteristic of her age.
That was correct.
Although she looked mature, she was actually just a little girl.
A little girl of fifteen or sixteen.
Gin turned to look at her.