Due to some subtle psychological state, Gin did not want to consider whether Bourbon's behavior was entirely an act, or half-true and half-false.
He also did not want to consider exactly how much of it was real and how much was fake within that mix of truth and lies.
He just wanted some peace and quiet.
After all, while he knew the pros and cons rationally, the emotional turmoil could not be eased in a short amount of time.
However, due to a series of unexpected twists, his original frustration had eased considerably.
Therefore, Gin couldn't help but wonder: Is there something wrong with the Japanese Public Security?
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As the saying goes, the simpler a surface appears, the more likely it is to contain complex inner workings.
Whether this saying is true or false doesn't matter, who exactly said it.. isn't very important either.
Anyway, if we can't find the person who said it, we can simply copy and paste it under a series of quotes from famous people like Lu Xun, Confucius, Marx, Picasso, Beethoven, Van Gogh.
Nana was currently facing this exact situation.
Two words: LIVER, LADY; three printed letters: R, B, N; and two hand-drawn letters: I and S.
This collection of things totaled fewer than fourteen letters, yet it nearly made Nana's hair turn white from worry.
She had dark circles under her eyes, her green eyes had become extremely clouded due to her confusion—truly a mix of the "exhaustion" from a sleepless night and the "confusion" of long-standing puzzles—and faint red veins were visible in the whites of her eyes, making her look quite frightening.
Niwang had been coaxed back to sleep by his last night—she had been particularly preoccupied when making excuses to him, however, she himself clearly had no sleepiness.
After sitting there listlessly all night, Nana spent a long time murmuring in response to her boyfriend's pained scolding, before finally seeing the earnest youth off. She watched his retreating figure and sighed before staggering toward the living room.
—She was swaying because of her dizziness.
After finally making it through to the afternoon, Nana finally picked up her mobile phone and sent an SMS to the person she had been wanting to contact for a long time.
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Author's Note: Akai still hasn't appeared..
I won't make any predictions for now.. anyway, he will eventually come out soon..
There will be another update tonight, but there is a high probability it will be quite late. If you are feeling sleepy, please go to sleep; don't stay up specifically to wait~
It is also possible that I will merge it with tomorrow's chapter and release them together as a two-in-one.
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I must state this here once more.
If you Little Angels left comments because you wanted to comment while re-reading or re-watching, or because you forgot the Plot while reading previously, I would be very happy~
But if it is simply to ask for more updates, there is really no need to go back and add points specifically~
Also, zero-point spamming doesn't count, so please don't spam, mwah~
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Several Little Angels have been asking me when the fake liquor chapter will start; I haven't decided on that myself yet..
Generally, it will be after this story is finished. If I really can't help myself and want to write it, it might also start after the second volume is completed, though I can't rule out any unexpected circumstances.
Alright, the author is going to play some games~
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Thanks to Cactus Little Angel for the mines, love you, mwah~
Thanks to Tianran Juanjia's multiple-post Little Angel for the landmine, love you mwah~
Chapter 70 Chapter 56 Gin's Intuition: There's Definitely Akai Involved..
Nana had actually wanted to make this call a long time ago.
The reason she had not dialed that number, which she had entered over and over again multiple times, was not because his pride made his want to solve the problem alone, but because she was worried that Zhenjun would not sleep well.
Yes, she was worried he hadn't slept well.
During the last period, Gin was out on missions, running all over the world, her biological clock was as messy as the yarn ball in Nana's hands.
And ever since that SMS the day before yesterday, hearing the obvious nasal tone and sleepiness in Gin's deep voice over the returned Phone call, Nana had very conscientiously changed their contact time from the morning to the afternoon.
Are you saying SMS won't disturb someone? That they wouldn't notice an SMS while sleeping?
When the recipient is a youth, how could Gin—who gained fame in the midst of blood and chaos—have anything less than sharp perception and vigilance? And when the sender is Nana, who is weak in every way except for her analytical abilities and lacks any ability to protect herself when trouble arises, how could Gin not set a special alert?
It was only natural to be startled awake by an SMS.
Because it was too late, she hadn't chosen to send an SMS in the evening, after seeing off his Boyfriend, it was too early (though it wasn't actually early) to send an SMS in the morning. Having pushed herself through until now, Nana finally could not hold it in any longer.
Poor her, every time she tried to sleep, she felt not a hint of sleepiness, her mind filled with nothing but English letters; every time she tried to push through, her head would swim with bouts of dizziness from exhaustion.
He forced himself to revise the SMS she had already drafted, ensuring that every detail was written down, before pressing the send button firmly with his index finger.
Dan Nani blinked his eyes with effort, turned off silent mode, turned the volume on his mobile phone to the maximum, ensuring he would be startled awake the moment the other party replied. Then, he struggled to stand up, intending to return to the bedroom—
Her eyes were barely able to stay open. Nana forced herself to walk over to the coffee table to pick up the glass, intending to drink some water to clear her head slightly, but she lost her balance. The glass slipped from his fingers and, pulled by gravity, crashed onto the floor with a loud thud.
It shattered.
The water inside also spilled out.
Nana slowly realized what had happened, then suddenly snapped back to reality—in a way, she had also achieved her original Target.
The Black-haired detective's eyes widened with tension. He hurriedly scanned the floor, only after discovering that the water and paper were still a considerable distance apart did he breathe a sigh of relief.
As that sudden surge of tension passed, drowsiness washed over her again. Nana stumbled toward the Sofa, intending to grab a few tissues to soak up the water—it was evident from this how chaotic her thoughts were; normally, she would have chosen a rag instead of tissues.
She reached out to grab some, but missed, then slumped down onto the Sofa. She had intended to rest for a moment to recover, but she was simply too exhausted; as soon as she sat down, her body tumbled sideways.
I'll just lie down for a little bit, just a little bit.
Then she got up to tidy up.
—The result was that the Black-haired girl fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.
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We must understand how low the probability is that an Ordinary person, after staying awake for an entire day and night, would be woken from their sleep by a mobile phone SMS notification.
We also have to understand what kind of emotions arise in your heart when someone who usually replies to your SMS within half an hour suddenly gives no response, especially after she had just sent you a rather important message.
Especially since this message concerned a murder case, Gin's profession was inextricably linked to "danger."
The silver supercar sped away.
By the time Gin rushed over and used some rather illegal means to force the door open, he felt the long-absent emotion of "panic" upon seeing the scene in the living room.
The Black-haired girl lay unconscious on the Sofa—she wasn't even lying on the Sofa, but rather half of her body rested on the fabric Sofa, while her lower half hung naturally toward the floor.
Considering that Nana was so exhausted at the time that she could barely even keep her eyes open, her sleeping posture was understandable; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had practically collapsed.
Vibrant letters were scattered all over the floor, gathered in a disorganized cluster in front of Nana, overlapping irregularly.
—Considering the situation where Nana was studying them with such intensity, this seemed understandable.
Not far away lay a broken glass; the shards had not yet been tidied up, the remaining water was scattered across the floor, lying still and stagnant, its lifeless appearance mirroring the atmosphere within the room.
—Considering Nana hadn't had time to clean up the shards yet, it seemed understandable.
However, when all of this was taken together..
The Silver-haired youth's face was somewhat pale. She forced herself to remain calm as he took a few steps forward, reaching out to check Nana's breathing.
His hands were steady, but his heart was trembling slightly.
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“I'm sorry, Zhenjun.." The Black-haired girl lowered his gaze, standing before Gin in a posture like an elementary student being punished, his voice filled with guilt and a hint of grievance: "I really didn't do it on purpose."
"It's not your fault." Gin looked uncharacteristically conflicted. She rubbed her forehead, unwilling to admit that he was still shaken by the previous farce.
Nana kept her eyes cast down and remained silent, pretending to be a model of being well-behaved.
Standing there.. she felt sleepy again.
When Gin came to his senses, he saw the Black-haired girl nodding off with her eyes lowered, her entire being practically screaming, "I'm so sleepy."
He shook his head helplessly. "You have already told me everything that happened; it has nothing to do with you now."
Nana blinked her green eyes, looking at him with round, confused eyes.
Lack of sleep really does make one's brain sluggish, Gin thought to herself, while simultaneously being blunt: "If you're sleepy, go to sleep."
Eh—?" Nana let out a surprised sound. She watched Gin's expression for a moment, realizing he was serious. After thinking that there was indeed no point in his continuing to stand there, she could only respond with a grievance, "Okay..
But she wanted to try and advocate for himself one more time: "Zhenjun.. um, if you discover anything, could you let me know too?"
Hearing this, the Silver-haired youth showed a half-smiling expression, looking at Nana with leisure, did not answer.
So Nana could only return to her bedroom to make up for lost sleep in a dejected state.
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Picking up the letters scattered on the ground, Gin carefully examined their appearance.
What he first picked up were those handwritten letters, which often convey more information than printed ones.
But even though he had rushed here at breakneck speed—likely incurring quite a few speeding tickets in the process—Gin found himself lost in thought the moment he actually held the letter cards in his hands.
His relationship with Shiratori Midori was not a major secret among his colleagues in the Black Organization. After Shiratori Midori died, some of his belongings were taken in by the Organization, after nothing unusual—or rather, no clues—was discovered, they were intended to be sealed away. Before that could happen, Gin specifically went to retrieve them.
It was different from what those in the Organization who knew of their relationship had suspected; he didn't retrieve them for commemoration. Time flies, since the person was no longer there, keeping many belongings would only add to the sorrow.
As for commemorations, a few important items are enough—and he already had his.
The reason he specifically took it back was, on one hand, because Nana had nothing left, so it would be good to leave something for this girl to cherish; on the other hand, he had doubts about the Organization's methods, to the point that he did not want to leave Shiratori Midori's things there.
After all, the Black Organization's method of handling things was to "seal" them, not to "destroy" them.
Whether it would be useful or not, he would take it first—as for any subsequent probing, he was not someone easily bullied.
However, after taking the belongings, Gin did not examine them closely.
He told himself that it was because the people in the Organization had already checked them, so there would be nothing more to find; he told himself that these things were just a bunch of miscellaneous junk, so what was there to see?