She felt both envy and admiration toward this, yet she also knew it was a talent that could not be forced.
Fortunately, after getting to know him, perhaps because she was also a sort of half-detective herself—though she was far inferior compared to him—they at least had some common ground.
Kinda Ichichi was not a cold person; he could be a bit careless at times, making him seem somewhat unreliable, but overall, he would not refuse someone's sincere request for guidance.
Their relationship, neither close nor distant, continued in this manner; when they encountered cases or Missions, they would occasionally discuss them over the phone during their spare time.
With her help, Nana has also improved a lot.
The black-haired short hair girl pursed her lips, forcing herself to calm down as quickly as possible to begin analyzing the conversation between the two.
With silver hair and driving a Porsche 356A, it is almost certainly Zhenjun; yesterday, he should have come to dine with a woman. She has come again today, but the person beside him is a long-haired man.
He knew that Zhenjun's profession was very special and vaguely understood that it wasn't part of the legal way. Based on Zhenjun's previous attitude.. it seemed he was unwilling to let his get too deeply involved.
But—
He might never have been a well-behaved child.
Could the organization I encountered earlier, the one filled with liquor names, have some connection to Zhenjun?
Zhenjun undoubtedly knows people within it, but he clearly does not appear calm about the fact that he has come into contact with them, judging by his subsequent attitude, the members of the organization might pose a danger to him.
Is it because this is inherently a dangerous dungeon or organization, or is it because of his own identity?
And.. what is its connection to the person who murdered her parents and Sister?
Nana did not understand, but she wanted to understand.
She knew that finding out the truth was a dangerous thing, but rather than living a life of deception in ignorance, she would rather die with everything being crystal clear.
Not now.
Nana walked calmly toward Niwang and the others, telling herself.
Not now.
It was still unknown whether the person beside Zhenjun was a friend or an enemy, so she could not approach directly.
If she happens to be one of the people from that organization, then things will be terrible.
Nana pulled out the empty chair and sat down as if nothing were wrong, offering Niwang a smile.
The moment she saw the Silver-haired youth, although her heart was still filled with irritation and unease, it gradually began to calm down.
"Ordering?" Nana curled the corners of her mouth slightly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
“They’ve already ordered first.” Niwang Yaji sat next to her, the youth pulled her hand under the table: “It’s your turn.”
Nana's hands had been soaked in cold sweat, clammy and damp. She hadn't noticed it until she touched the youth's slightly cool hand.
“What's wrong?” Niwang asked softly.
Nana shook her head, the sorrow between her brows mixing with a hint of gentleness: "It's nothing."
She took the Menu from Marui Bunta with her other hand and began to focus on ordering.
It's fine, it's fine.
It's just an ordinary dinner party; there won't be any encounters.
Nana exhaled a breath of turbid air almost imperceptibly, comforting herself.
She quickly chose the food she wanted to order, then turned her head and looked at Niwang as if asking, "Are you ordering anything?"
"I've already chosen, pui~," Niwang replied lightly, sticking out her tongue before calling the Waiter over.
Nana looked at the Silver-haired youth and couldn't help but laugh.
Just as she had calmly finished ordering, preparing to enjoy this lunch, go shopping, then head home to sleep, only to deal with all those messy matters once she woke up—
"Ah!" A scream pierced through the harmonious dining atmosphere of the Western Restaurant.
The following sound was even sharper, the information it conveyed was even more startling.
Someone's dead—!
Hashimoto Nana!!
She widened her eyes and looked toward the source of the voice.
The Detective's curiosity made her want to rush out and see what was happening, but the conversation echoing in front of her forced her to restrain herself.
Drawing too much attention is not good.
But.. if it truly is important, she will go and take a look. After all, it wouldn't be unusual for a female college student working as an amateur detective to do something like this, would it?
She frowned with a hint of worry, adding another reason to her decision to go out: this way, Niwang and the others wouldn't find it strange.
Just as Dan Nani was hesitating and struggling with his decision, a tall figure stepped forward.
It was a young, light blonde-haired youth; he walked a few steps toward the crime scene and calmly faced the screaming woman and the rushing security guards: "Don't move the body yet."
In a corner by the window not far away, a cold-faced, long black-haired youth frowned slightly as she looked over; sitting opposite her was a Silver-haired youth, her cold green eyes filled with a hint of surprise.
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Author's Note: ok, it's fixed now. I pasted the wrong thing in the second half while writing, then I was too hasty when deleting it and just posted it directly QAQ
I originally only wanted to write around 3,000 words.. but it turned into 4,000+. Oh well.
I'm really tired today.. Love me, mwah~
To make it up to everyone, I have added some more words.
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Gin was a bit playful at the beginning of this chapter 2333
The previous chapter was actually a bit playful too, because he was intentionally causing trouble just because he wasn't allowed to smoke and stuff, lol.
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This time.. it's all happening at once.
Nana!! No way?!
Gin??
Chapter 54: Chapter Fifty-two She is truly just an innocent and blameless..
Gin never could have imagined this moment.
She had simply gone to discuss some "business" with Rye—the kind involving blades and guns, but without any actual contraband. After the meeting concluded smoothly, he was in a good mood. Since he happened to be passing by the Western Restaurant where he and Madra had eaten yesterday, remembering that tasteless meal from last time, he did not refuse Akai Shuichi's proposal to have a meal together.
He had chosen the location, which was the same Western Restaurant as last time. To be honest, the name of the establishment had left a deep impression on him, both the atmosphere and the cuisine had satisfied him. If not for the accident last time, he should have had a pleasant dining experience.
But perhaps it was just bad luck with this Western Restaurant; everything should have been peaceful, but just as he had finished half of his meal, a sharp scream shattered the restaurant's relatively harmonious atmosphere.
A murder?
Gin raised an eyebrow, set down his knife and fork, looked toward the source of the sound with little interest.
To be honest, in his world, a death was no big deal, the number of souls that had passed through his hands was countless—from this perspective, his claim in [Spoilers] about not remembering the names of the dead was no lie.
If it's someone who isn't very important, there's really no need to remember them; besides, if he were to try and remember every single one, setting aside the mental strain, would he even be able to keep track of them all?
That is why forgetting unnecessary things is very important—haven't you heard that a certain great Detective claims to never stuff useless information into his head?
Even now, he was starting to show this tendency.
Naturally, Gin had little interest in the fact that "someone had died in the Restaurant."
However, even though he was uninterested, he possessed a modicum of common sense and knew that such an event was truly a major occurrence for an Ordinary person—one only had to look at the terrified expressions on everyone else's faces to know. It wouldn't do to be too outrageous while out for a meal—though he didn't really care about that—so he maintained a semblance of decorum as he looked over.
Then he saw Bourbon step forward.
Gin: ……
He opened his eyes in slight surprise, his cold green eyes losing some of their chill and gaining a hint of liveliness, then he curled his lips into a slight smirk.
He had only heard people mention him yesterday, at that time, Gin was still contemplating how to give him a warning—
I really didn't expect it; we've run into each other so soon.
Maybe it's an opportunity? Or should I wait until later?
Gin hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat indecisive. Of course, considering it wasn't easy to approach a murder scene directly, he leaned back in his chair, lazily gazing at the other party from a distance.
Akai Shuichi, who was sitting opposite, seemed interested in the case; he was looking over with a frown, the moment he saw Bourbon, the furrow between his brows deepened.
Gin couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled; did the members of the Red side in this world all have some sort of obsession with being detectives?
As if sensing Gin's scrutinizing gaze, Akai Shuichi looked back at him, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion, which made his dark green eyes appear even deeper.
Gin's long fingers lightly tapped the tabletop. "Bourbon was transferred to the Intelligence Department a while ago, wasn't he?"
The Black-haired agent nodded slightly. "Correct." He paused, a hint of confusion appearing in his cold, low voice. Finger moved slightly. "Why is he here?"
Gin did not answer, instead turning his gaze back toward Bourbon.
The Blonde-haired youth's private identity is that of a private detective—it must be said, this is a very advantageous identity, as it allows many criminal cases to be inserted into the story quite naturally.
It was clear that the elites of the Japanese Public Security were quite skilled at solving cases; after stopping the other person from damaging the crime scene, they quickly called the police and then began to skillfully investigate the scene.
He truly loves his work—the top man of the Liquor Group couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration.
Gin had no intention of standing out. Although he had come to eat only after finishing "business" this time, he had left all his firearms and weapons in the car. He was clean and carried nothing on him; he had come to the Western Restaurant simply to have a meal.
He appeared as innocent and pure as a little lamb.
Even if the police arrived, they wouldn't easily suspect him, let alone inspect the vehicle and discover things that shouldn't be found.
Instead, if someone like Bourbon were to solve the case, he would likely be asked to give a statement, he had no desire to waste his time.
Akai Shuichi understood the implications of the situation in an instant. Although he didn't care, Gin was still standing right there, so the Ace Agent had no choice but to suppress his urge to step in and do something good.
After Amuro Tooru concluded, based on the symptoms on the deceased's body and the scent of bitter almonds, that the victim had died of cyanide poisoning, the scene fell into chaos once again.
"What is wrong with this Restaurant?!" A woman sitting near the crime scene saw everything unfold, she couldn't help but let out a sharp, piercing question. Her expression was one of extreme terror, the kind of terror that could be used as a meme.
It was only natural; after all, with a real murder occurring right beside them, not everyone could remain calm.
I'm.. I'm sorry," the Restaurant manager nearby had rushed over upon learning that a murder had occurred, now, hearing the guest's questioning, replied while forcing himself to remain calm, "There is absolutely nothing wrong with our restaurant's food!