“Six or seven years ago, a woman with short brown hair, agile movements, skilled in Taekwondo, looking to be about twenty—” Madra set down the coffee pot in her hand and uttered the final sentence, “At that time, she seemed to have been your Partner for a period of time.”
Gin's pupils contracted.
His relaxed mood vanished instantly.
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Author's Note: That Russian song is really good, please give it a like.
Another chapter coming later~
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Thanks to Meow Unspeakable Little Angel for the landmine, love you, mwah~
Chapter 53: Chapter Fifty-one, "There's a dead person——!"..
The food in this Western Restaurant is quite good. Madra knows how to order; the dishes served are decent in both presentation and taste.
To emphasize it once more, the quality is well worth its price.
However..
That's right, however, it came.
However, Gin paid no attention to this at all.
Thanks to Madra, he ate the meal absentmindedly, her focus entirely on the information provided by the black-haired woman.
Aside from the thunderclap at the beginning—speaking of which, that thunder was brought on by Gin herself, so he couldn't blame anyone else—some of the things Madra uttered were also extremely important.
This caused Gin to not pay attention to what he was actually eating throughout the entire process.
—Perhaps this was Madra's target.
After they parted ways, while reflecting on their conversation, Gin could not help but speculate privately.
Speaking of which, there are not many people left who can command such respect from him.
It must be said, in this regard, Madra truly lived up to her reputation as Brandy's trusted subordinate and his top confidant; after all, what kind of person is Brandy..
Gin curled his lip in boredom.
She rarely acted so childishly, but since Brandy was a senior he half-recognized in her heart, when he thought about it—
Did he become a bit childish?
"It's fine, it's fine," Gin shook his head, ignoring his recent behavior and comforting himself: As long as it doesn't interfere with the main business.
The amount of information Madra provided was immense. Gin felt it was necessary to make contact with Miyano Shiho, but for now—
He also needs to go and warn Bourbon.
A warning out of the blue would be too abrupt, considering Bourbon's identity as an undercover agent, it would likely backfire.
I have to come up with a way..
A headache.
Gin propped up his head and rubbed his temples with his thumb, feeling a wave of exhaustion.
Before that—
He lowered his head and looked at the New Mission he had received on his mobile phone.
Another mission..
Gin rolled his eyes, losing all composure. He thought to himself that when they were idle, they were bored to death, when they were busy, one task followed another without pause; would the Black Organization ever actually schedule some downtime?
Do they not understand the meaning of work-life balance?
"You're going to end up dead if you keep this up!" the Silver-haired youth complained indignantly in his heart, a hint of dissatisfaction also appearing on his face.
However, he had no intention of abandoning his responsibilities for now. He opened his mobile phone, preparing to contact his personal subordinate, Vodka.
However, it was unclear whether it was because Midori had just been mentioned, bringing those green eyes to mind, or if it was because the troublemaker Bourbon was thinking of someone else who was also an undercover agent—
Gin's finger moved, clicking open Rye's contact information.
He paused, thinking to himself that he might as well forget it; instead of canceling, he simply sent an email.
It had been a while since they had gone on a mission together.
..
Hashimoto Nana felt quite helpless.
Since one was a university student and the other a high school student, even though they were both from Rikkaidai, having similar names didn't mean they were close; the physical distance between the university and the high school was vast.
In addition to Niwang Yaji's studies and tennis, even though he is in the Philosophy Department, he also has a part-time job and a detective side hustle that takes up a significant amount of his time, leaving him with no time at all to act all lovey-dovey and show off his relationship.
Yagami Hiroshi, witnessing her Partner using his mobile phone to send text messages or occasionally taking a phone call during his free time?? Are you sure?
Marui Bunta, who had dated a few girlfriends but was currently still a single dog?? Are you sure?
It was finally the weekend and she finally had some time. It was supposed to be a date for two, but with all these extra third wheels, even a normal girl would feel helpless!
Although Nana's experiences were complex, making his temperament much more resilient, she had not yet escaped the realm of normal girls.
Kirihara Akaya and Marui Bunta, acting as third wheels, were completely oblivious, but Yagami understood the situation quite well.
But—
Looking at Niwang, who was clearly unhappy that they had followed them but could not show it because Senior Hashimoto was present; and looking at Senior Hashimoto, who was clearly somewhat depressed but unwilling to show it in front of Niwang.
Hehe, isn't it very interesting?
The deep purple-haired youth wearing glasses curled his lips slightly, looking at the two fellows in front of him with great interest.
Yagami: Show off all you want!
As the sun hung high in the sky, even though Nana had been tossed around nearly to death by Gin's subordinates in the past, she had only learned some simple self-defense techniques. Although his physical strength was better than that of an average girl, it was no match for these cheat-like tennis youths.
The early summer weather was sultry, sweat had already formed on the Black-haired girl's forehead, and—
She felt a bit tired.
Niwang keenly noticed this. He felt like wiping the sweat off his Girlfriend's forehead, but—
The Silver-haired youth glanced at the three third wheels shining under the sun beside him, a cold sneer forming in his heart.
Let's take a break." Niwang looked at his several teammates who had no self-awareness—or perhaps they did, but someone was pretending they didn't—and added, "We've been walking for a long time.
You alright?" Kirihara Akaya asked, looking bewildered. "I'm not tired.
Niwang Yaji..
He gave Kirihara Akaya a secretive glare, then emphasized his words amidst the other man's bewildered look: "Aren't you hungry?"
"In that case.. I am a little hungry.." Marui Bunta rubbed her stomach and spoke.
Nana: …………
He wasn't trying to compete with his boyfriend, but—
This red-haired youth, you've already eaten two pieces of cake, haven't you?
Forget it.
Nana felt both helpless and amused, his voice carrying a hint of laughter: "Let's go eat first."
The young black-haired detective raised her hand, pointing toward a Western Restaurant across the way, where the words "Ti Nesi Menya Reka" were written in beautiful, stylish cursive in front of the door.
"Here.." Yagami hesitated slightly.
The prices in this shop clearly aren't cheap; they are all students, aren't they?
“It's fine.”
Hashimoto Nana saw through Yagami's doubts and smiled as he took several vouchers from his handbag. "When I completed a mission a while ago, the client gave me a few meal vouchers for this shop. It just so happens I can use them now."
The white meal vouchers fluttered in her hands.
Marui Bunta's eyes lit up: "Alright!"
Yagami's mouth twitched.
He really isn't being polite at all!
The group proceeded one after another to that Western Restaurant, which looked expensive at a glance.
Since it was a date, Nana wore a light pink dress, looking quite gentle and cute, carried a small matching bag in his hand; Niwang wore a light-colored T-shirt casually paired with dark blue jeans. He didn't get much sun, so his complexion was pale, even paler than Nana, who was a girl—which made Nana feel quite resentful—and the light-colored T-shirt made him look even whiter.
The three third wheels were encountered as they passed by a street tennis court; they were all wearing T-shirts and sweatpants, wearing wristbands, carrying a tennis bag.
As he approached the Restaurant, the well-trained Waiter showed no unnecessary expression. Due to the specific Meal voucher, dining had certain restrictions compared to ordinary guests. Nana walked at the rear and stopped at a small service desk near the main entrance, inquiring with the waiter on duty about the Meal voucher.
After getting the information he wanted, Nana expressed his thanks and prepared to reunite with Niwang and the others.
"You didn't see them when you went out just now, did you? The guests I told you about yesterday are here again," a slightly tall, young Waiter said in a low voice to his Companion.
The slightly shorter and thinner waiter showed a curious expression: "The man and woman in the Porsche 356A?"
Familiar keywords reached the Detective girl's ears, successfully halting Nana's footsteps.
When she realized the information in their words, Nana's eyes widened suddenly.
No, the ones who came this time were two men." It was the same voice from before. "But they both had long hair; that's quite rare.
Nana pursed his lips, trying his best not to show any strange expressions, then turned around, forcing himself to remain calm.
How did you recognize him?" The second voice was even deeper than the first, but the tone was much more playful. "We get quite a few guests here, don't we?
Didn't I say? That man has long hair, which is quite rare." The slightly tall waiter looked somewhat speechless, but he explained nonetheless, "And he has silver hair, too.
This single sentence confirmed Nana's suspicion. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, as he felt his heart thumping wildly in his chest.
He couldn't explain exactly what she was thinking; she could only force himself to remain calm.
Nana's own analytical abilities were already strong. The previous incident on the second floor of the Ida Commercial Building was the first truly bloody case she had encountered, allowing his to recognize the methods of truly high-IQ criminals. Although she felt uncomfortable—and his worldview was overturned—the benefits brought by this were significant.
Besides making his more mentally mature and broadening his horizons, more importantly, she met Kinda Ichichi.
This youth, who was two years younger than him, was already a very outstanding detective; although he could not be compared to his grandfather, Kindaichi Kosuke, he at least would not tarnish his grandfather's reputation.