After all, she had not been home for a very, very long time.
Sheila coughed lightly twice.
..
After seeing Vermouth off, Gin raised his eyes to look at Bourbon.
Ever since Akai Shuichi left, once the heat had died down, he had sent Bourbon off to "establish his own business." To be honest, the two of them had met only a handful of times.
So.. why did Bourbon come to find him after all?
Fortunately, Amuro Tooru was a straightforward man, he stated his purpose bluntly: "You once promised me that you would tell me the truth about Scotland's death."
The blonde-haired youth looked at him, his greyish-purple eyes filled with stubbornness.
Does that statement still hold true now?
Gin locked eyes with him for three seconds.
“What have you discovered?”
He asked in return.
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Author's Note: (1) The idiot operations regarding the Fukushima nuclear leak.. forcibly turned a Level 2 nuclear accident into a Level 7.
It is said that the initial reaction of the Self-Defense Forces was to run.. later, the people from TEPCO ran.. until eventually, other countries could no longer stand it and began to exert pressure.
That's right, then there's the matter of discharging nuclear-contaminated seawater into the ocean.. making the whole world "share the blessings and share the hardships."
A total of nearly 500 trillion Becquerels, though some say the actual amount of radioactive material entering the seawater is approximately 150 quadrillion.
After being exposed, they bowed and apologized, but their actual measures.. on a small scale, they were polite, but on a large scale, they were dead set on sabotaging everything; they accept criticism with humility, but they refuse to change even at the cost of their lives.
Personally, I feel the Fukushima nuclear incident is more serious than Chernobyl. Although the number of casualties was not as high as Chernobyl, the Soviet Union used lives to mitigate the pollution to the greatest extent possible. The Fukushima nuclear incident.. it's fucking seeping into the ground! And then look at Japan's measures.. not to mention the extracted nuclear contaminated water being discharged into the Pacific Ocean, but even the air force cooling attempt seems to have been rejected; if the permafrost can't hold it then, it's going to be a massive mess.
This matter has yet to be completely resolved.
ps: It is said that there are even reports of Junichiro Koizumi shedding tears for American soldiers affected by radiation; aren't they supposed to be cleaning up your mess?
A little surprise for you.
It is said that after a certain earthquake, the Self-Defense Forces failed to provide timely rescue and made various excuses, forcing the people sent by China to enter the disaster area themselves.
And there was the Takamagahara Air Crash; the subsequent idiot operations during the rescue efforts were also thanks to them.
If you are interested, you can go and look into it; there are many "surprises" in store.
I suddenly feel.. the scenes involving the Self-Defense Forces acting like criminals in many anime (including, but not limited to, the Detective Conan movies).. seem to be understandable now..
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Sheila's mental state was on the verge of a breakdown. He had just had a friction with the other party not long ago, now she was being asked to "cooperate" again. Combined with the tensions between her home country and Japan, as well as the impact of her own serious illness and the uncertainty of how much longer she had to live, this girl was essentially on the brink of a mental explosion.
It was essentially a mindset of, 'I've worked my ass off and am on the verge of death, yet I'm still expected to risk my life for a bunch of ungrateful Idiots? Get lost!'
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Chapter 121 Interlude 3: What did Bourbon ask you?
Arriving in the USA once again, Vermouth skillfully donned a flawless, commercialized smile. His brilliant blonde hair was styled into an exquisite and magnificent bun, adorned with a clear sapphire platinum hairpiece. The crescent-shaped ornament shimmered like a stretch of lake water, reflecting his soft, radiant blue eyes and revealing a quiet, beautiful tenderness.
Wearing Jimmy Choo sheepskin high heels, his rhythmic footsteps seemed to have absolutely nothing to do with the word "low-key." Vermouth wore a business-style beige dress paired with a dark brown lightweight trench coat, carrying a small, unbranded bag of the same color.
If exquisite clothing and cosmetics are a woman's weapons, then this Blonde-haired beauty is fully armed at this moment.
Her gaze fixed on the cameras and microphones surrounding the reporters by her side, yet her face remained filled with smiles, feigning that nothing was wrong.
Pretending.
After all, although it wasn't shown on her face, Vermouth wanted to publicly condemn this companion, who had clearly traveled to the USA with her but disappeared immediately after getting off the plane, leaving her alone with the reporters.
..
However, that "companion who clearly traveled to the USA with Vermouth, only to vanish immediately after getting off the plane, leaving her all alone with the reporters," was now pressing down on his black cap, his silver bangs covering exactly half of his face, yet failing to obstruct his vision in the slightest.
Still dressed in his black trench coat, Gin walked nonchalantly through the streets of New York, casually choosing an outdoor cafe that caught his eye to sit and wait for Vermouth's communication.
The mellow and bitter black coffee emitted a faint, swirling aroma of bitterness. Gin did not have to wait long before receiving a call from his blonde-haired partner.
Vermouth's voice carried a hint of anger—though most of it was feigned—making it clear she was quite annoyed by those reporters: "You just left me like that?!"
The Woman looked incredulous, then spoke with a tone that was half-teasing and half-***: "How heartless~"
Gin ignored this "joke" that he had long since grown accustomed to: "You were being too high-profile."
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been caught red-handed by the reporters.
Even though she had dressed to be eye-catching to attract their attention—and had even leaked the news in advance himself—Vermouth still felt a surge of speechlessness: What right does a guy dressed all in black like you have to call me flashy! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
"When you walk down the street dressed like this, don't you even consider your own head-turn rate?" The Blonde-haired woman held a mobile phone in one hand, while her free right hand tucked the loose hair from her forehead. On his fair, delicate wrist, a blue crystal bracelet shimmered brilliantly under the light.
“Why should I care about someone who is irrelevant?” Gin said righteously.
Vermouth: "……"
He rolled his eyes in a completely ungraceful manner, deciding not to bicker with this guy over such trivial matters, gave a light cough to clear his throat. "We'll meet at the Inter Continental Hotel in a bit. I'm going to take a beauty nap, so you go and kill the Silver-haired killer."
The Blonde-haired beauty had an interested smile playing on his lips, attempting to intentionally provoke Gin.
Gin had no interest in such childish provocation. He tapped the side of his cup lightly with a coffee spoon and stated the facts in a calm, emotionless voice, "And then you disguised yourself as the Silver-haired killer to lure out Rye—Akai Shuichi," he corrected himself on the spot without changing his expression, "and killed him—be careful not to be killed in return."
This time, it was Vermouth's turn to be choked up.
Although Gin did not mean it at all.
The Blonde-haired beauty took a deep breath, his Blue eyes darkening slightly as he retorted, "You be careful too—don't get mistaken for the real Silver-haired killer, after all, you're also a silver-haired youth (#￣︶￣)"
As soon as he finished speaking, Vermouth hung up the phone decisively.
Gin: ".."
Did he say something wrong?
..
Gin, completely unaware of his slip-up, finished an entire glass of black coffee. The choking bitterness—though it was mostly the caffeine—invigorated his slightly lethargic spirit.
Gin called over the Waiter to settle the bill, casually chatting with him while asking in English with a slight Italian accent about the recent public safety—he did not ask directly about the Silver-haired killer, as that would be too obvious.
After receiving an answer, he rhythmically inquired about some famous local specialties and attractions, as well as some basic travel tips: for instance, which areas were somewhat chaotic, which areas were suitable for foreigners to visit, which bars were famous, whether there were any worthwhile activities to attend recently, so on.
This behavior made him look like an ordinary Tourist from abroad, slightly curious about New York and full of excitement.
The Waiter was a young Youth, who looked like a Student working part-time at the Cafe. With blonde hair and shining blue eyes, he had a typically likable appearance.
Her personality was clearly very cheerful; he answered Gin's questions with great patience and even offered many of her own opinions, appearing quite talkative.
Could he be a chatterbox? Gin maintained his outward gentleness while inwardly pondering with scrutiny.
The talkative guy settled the bill for Gin, while he was at it, recommended several suitable restaurants and bars to him, placing special emphasis on a steakhouse on a certain street—"That's the best steak in South Brooklyn!"
Okay, it seems this kid is a Brooklynite.
Gin smiled and thanked the youth, staying in character, gave him an extra fifty percent tip.
He left the cafe and used his mobile phone to call an UBER, with the Target naturally being the Hotel where he had an appointment with Vermouth. A few minutes later, the location showed a black sedan and a slightly aged white woman.
Gin got into the car smoothly. He leaned back against the car seat, cast one last glance at the cafe where he had just been sitting, then withdrew his gaze.
The car started, causing a faint roar, the street view outside the window gradually receded.
The Silver-haired man began to chat with the Driver.
The small talk remained centered around recent security, even with intelligence provided by the Black Organization, various clues were still essential to find the Silver-haired killer.
Especially since he also had to find and kill that guy before the Police (now likely including a detective from Japan) without attracting attention—the difficulty was clearly not small.
Perhaps due to some mysterious aura surrounding the current high school detective and the future Shinigami Elementary Student.. Gin showed no interest in hiding it from him from beginning to end—he had no intention of making things more difficult for himself.
Anyway.. as long as he doesn't leave any flaws before Vermouth takes over, it will be fine.
The traffic in New York was somewhat crowded in the evening, but no matter how congested it was, as time passed second by second, with tires rolling over the road, the black sedan drew closer and closer to the Target's Hotel.
Finally, the black Vehicle came to a stop.
Gin opened the car door, looked up at the setting sun slowly descending toward the Horizon and the magnificent Hotel under the sunset, closed his eyes.
..
The Inter Continental Hotel is an international chain, positioned as luxurious and comfortable. Naturally, its prices are just as luxurious—and it is not comfortable at all.
However, whether it was Gin or Vermouth, both were wealthy, although they chose two ordinary single rooms—adjacent to each other—due to a desire not to be too high-profile.
After taking her room card, Vermouth pressed her slender, finger-like hand against her red lips, her blue eyes filled with tenderness as she gave a flirtatious little wink. "I wouldn't mind if you came to see me~"
The gaze of the hotel front desk girl, who was receiving the two, suddenly became flirtatious.
Gin frowned slightly, then said indifferently, "I will come back in an hour."
In that moment, that woman's gaze instantly turned into "solid proof": these two must be lovers.
Upon hearing this, Vermouth was instead stunned. However, the blonde-haired beauty showed no sign of surprise; she leaned forward slightly, his slender hands picking up the other room card.
Leaning down to lightly kiss Gin's room card, Vermouth's blue eyes remained fixed on the silver-haired man, his gaze a blend of teasing and playfulness.
A few seconds later, she handed the room card back to Gin, a soft smile on his lips. "Alright."
Gin took the room card, which clearly bore Absinthe's rose-colored lip prints, the texture of his lips vividly imprinted upon it.
Vermouth, who was well-versed in such methods, turned and left, his gait swaying gracefully, his high heels not hindering his speed in the slightest.
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