Then, thank you very much.
“By the way.” As she spoke, Sheila seemed to suddenly remember something, she raised her hand to take a painting out of the shoulder bag she carried with her.
A beautifully framed painting.
With a faint, imperceptible smile on her lip corner, she handed the painting in her hands to Shiratori Midori and said nonchalantly, "This is a Gift."
"Didn't you say you didn't bring a Gift for the sick?" Shiratori Midori said softly, her Green eyes shimmering slightly.
This.." Sheila said calmly, "This is from Heine to Gin.
Midori blinked her eyes and did not answer.
..
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Sheila took her leave.
She arrived decisively and left just as efficiently.
Shiratori Midori watched her retreating figure, a thoughtful expression appearing on her face.
Sister?" Nana called out to her tentatively, pulling her back from her deep thoughts. "Are you okay?
The brown-haired girl snapped out of her thoughts, then slowly shook her head. "I'm fine."
She paused, then turned to look at the sister beside her. "By the way, don't forget to tell Zhenjun that Heine has something to discuss with him."
“Oh—" Nana responded with a delayed realization, then a look of suspicion crossed her face. "Speaking of which, Ms. Sheila clearly said Heine has something to discuss with Zhenjun at the Poirot Cafe next week, but she wouldn't give a specific time.. Is he supposed to go ask her himself?"
Midori remained silent.
She slightly raised her hand and turned her body away with a bit of difficulty. Under Nana's concerned inquiry, "Sister? What do you want to do?", she said calmly, "Please bring that painting to me."
The true image of the painting was presented before the Shiratori sisters.
This is an oil painting, where a heavy, bold brushstroke depicts the image of an Old man holding a handgun.
He wore an eagle helm and armor, with a gold ring on each of his hands, a war chariot pulled by a robust, large horse stood before him. Two Crows circled above her head, adding a touch of ominous darkness to the entire painting.
However, the old man had a solemn expression and a dignified aura; even though his face was aged, one could still faintly see his commanding and awe-inspiring presence.
Midori smiled softly, her Finger brushing over the Old man's cleverly obscured eye in the oil painting, her Gaze ethereal yet certain.
She said slowly:
"Next Wednesday." (2)
By the way.." The girl lying on the Hospital bed suddenly spoke, looking at her Sister and saying seriously, "Who is this Amuro-san you just mentioned? Also, where has Zhenjun been staying these past few days?
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Author's Note: Two-in-one
(1) Artemis, the Moon Goddess of Greek Mythology. The flora is palm trees, so Shiratori Midori likened Sheila to Artemis.
(2) The person in the picture is the Norse god Odin; Wednesday means "Woden's day," where Woden is Odin.
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Explain yourself.
The hair accessory sent by Sheila: On one hand, it was because Sheila had a very good impression of Shiratori Midori, on the other hand, it was Sheila's way of subtly hinting to Shiratori Midori and Gin (a provocation?), as Gin had previously given Nana a Green diamond Necklace.
The oil painting gifted by Sheila: She is evaluating Shiratori Midori and has provided a hint (Heine meeting Gin, the gift from Heine). IC. PO and Gin have collaborated before, Shiratori Midori is also part of the agreement between the two parties. She is unsure what kind of person Shiratori Midori is, so she has set several tests to evaluate her.
Yeah, that's right. After failing to win over Gin, she turned her predatory claws toward Shiratori Midori.
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Chapter 203: Chapter 184 You Still Remember, I Owe You a..
The Sunlight was bright.
It was a rare piece of good weather; the Sun hung lazily in the sky, silently radiating light and heat, while drifting white clouds partially obscured the overly scorching Sunlight, making the Sunlight much softer.
Thus, the surrounding temperature became quite comfortable.
It is a workday, so there are many more pedestrians on the streets, however Tokyo is a famous metropolis after all; even if it is not as bustling as during a holiday, there are never a shortage of people.
Poirot Cafe happened to be located right downstairs from the Mori Detective Agency. It had always maintained a good reputation, students and white-collar workers would often make a special trip here, ordering a cup of coffee and curry rice to slowly pass the time.
Even on holidays, there are guests stealing a moment of leisure from their busy schedules, as well as white-collar workers who do not work in offices, carrying laptops or backpacks, coming here to work or drink tea.
Sunlight filtered through the glass into the entrance of Poirot, blending with the already bright light in the room, making the space appear even more bright and clean.
Gin sat in a corner of the Poirot Cafe, quietly watching the scene before him, watching all sorts of people, before his vision met that of Amuro Tooru behind the counter.
Amuro Tooru, who held multiple positions, had the ability to complete every piece of work in an orderly manner; in a sense, it was truly admirable.
The moment she met Gin's gaze, Amuro Tooru gave him a generous smile, showing no sign of the embarrassment of being caught.
Nor did he have any intention of averting his vision.
Seeing this, Gin was actually the first to turn her head away.
Regarding the backgrounds of Akai Shuichi and Amuro Tooru, Heine knew them like the back of his hand, or at the very least, he had specifically investigated them. Combined with Gin's intentional or unintentional hints, he certainly knew Amuro Tooru's identity as Japanese Public Security.
Therefore, specifically arranging a meeting at Poirot Cafe.. clearly had a hidden motive.
Gin had no intention of getting involved in these messy games, but he also didn't mind acting as a "matchmaker" for both sides just once.
Consider it a "return gift" for the meeting.
With a light "ding" from the door, Gin slightly raised her eyebrows, a hint of a smile appearing on her lips—
The person he was waiting for had finally arrived.
..
Heine arrived in a blue Porsche.
She stepped slowly out of the car, sunlight shining on her blonde hair, casting an almost radiant halo upon it. He slightly curled the corner of his lips, his eyes shimmering with a dreamy softness, his cobalt blue eyes like the sea, capable of drowning a person silently within them.
He was already handsome, but now, without any concealment, he was even more dazzling.
However, compared to his almost flamboyant entrance, Heine's attire was relatively low-key.
A beige knit cashmere sweater, a khaki trench coat with a cinched waist, a pair of slim-fit royal blue jeans. Not only was the outfit well-coordinated, but it also exuded a sense of unrestrained, dashing nonchalance.
Heine walked into the cafe from behind the door, raising his hand to pull down the brim of his cap to make himself less conspicuous.
Walking low-profilely through the crowd to reach Gin, Heine curled his fingers to tap on the Tabletop to get the latter's attention, the smile at his Lip corner widening slightly: "Ciao~"
His Voice rose slightly, carrying an intoxicating rhythm.
Gin gave him a faint glance, criticizing his previous redundant behavior: "If you want to be low-key, don't drive that kind of car."
Whether it was the color or the brand of the car, it was enough to attract attention.
Heine shrugged, the smile on his lips shifting slightly, tinged with a hint of bitterness and awkwardness. However, he did not offer any further explanation, simply sitting down in front of Gin.
The Silver Jade Ping An Kou hanging from his waist traced a beautiful arc through the air with his movement, but Heine avoided the topic: "I thought I would arrive before you."
Gin did not refute him, following the flow of the conversation: "I didn't wait for you specifically; I had lunch here today."
Heine raised his eyebrows slightly.
Gin added an explanation, "Bourbon's bartending is quite good."
The person opposite sighed and briefly stated his recent situation. Gin remained noncommittal, merely looking at him indifferently.
Heine gave an awkward smile and added a few more pleasantries, but from his wandering gaze, it was clear that he wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying, merely rambling on.
However, even while rambling, he still spoke slowly and gently, with clear logic. If it were an ordinary person listening, they would certainly exchange a few polite words with him.
Unfortunately, Gin was no ordinary person.
He first listened quietly to Heine's nonsense, after a few minutes, the Silver-haired man clearly became somewhat impatient. A hint of annoyance appeared in his cool green eyes, his gaze cast a chilling look toward the person opposite him, his fingers tapping the tabletop.
This was clearly a hint.
Seeing that his irritation had been seen through by Gin, Heine simply stopped hiding it.
Whether it's death early or death late, it's all death, so he simply got straight to the point: "Actually, I didn't know before that Sheila was making an invitation to you."
Gin raised an eyebrow, waiting for Heine's follow-up.
As expected—
However, I did indeed have something to discuss with you today.
At this point, Heine was clearly hesitating, looking as if the words were difficult to utter. Even her clear, intoxicating blue eyes seemed to dim for a moment.
However, even so, he still spoke.
The reason I came here today is to ask—
You want to ask about your father inviting me to join the Mafia, right?
Gin replied nonchalantly, his expression calm and composed.
Amidst Heine's stunned expression, the Silver-haired man took a slow sip of the black coffee placed before him. The rich, bitter liquid lingered on her lips and tongue with a fragrant aroma, yet its smooth texture brought a sense of clarity to her brain.
Sunlight spilled over his silver hair, with a few stray strands obscuring his slightly sharp eyes. Gin leaned back against the chair in a relaxed manner, as if he had merely been greeting his friend just now.
Rather than discussing the issue of his staying or leaving.
Under his indifferent gaze, Heine finally relaxed.
..
Under Gin's indifferent gaze, Heine finally relaxed.
He began to recall everything that had happened before.
After hearing from Sheila that he was suddenly scheduled for a meeting with Gin at Poirot Cafe, Heine was completely bewildered.
Although he didn't mind her sister using her name to probe someone, still.. at least don't just spring something so inexplicable on him out of the blue!
However, once he calmed down, Heine quickly realized that something was wrong.
Although he always indulged her Sister, Sheila was never someone who lacked discretion. He rarely made decisions for Heine without consulting him, let alone having a "surprise" like a sudden "date" pop up.
There must be some hidden truth in this that I am unaware of.