Chapter 65
Thud, thud.
Leather shoes tapped on the floor. A man, coming from the darkness at the end of the corridor, walked straight towards the room at the end.
The door to the room was open, creaking and swaying in the wind, like a malicious trap.
“Yoshijima Echiri” was tied to a chair, her body wrapped in bomb wires. The ticking of the explosion’s countdown echoed in the empty room. She bit down on the towel in her mouth, making muffled cries for help.
Anyone with a conscience could not ignore a helpless child.
The person who had come to save her had arrived. Hearing the footsteps, the fake Yoshijima Echiri was invigorated.
She had been a member of the Black Organization since birth and had been receiving spy training. This was her first official mission for the distillery. The little spy was very excited.
Gin-aniki was right! There really is a Public Security mole hidden in the organization! And he’s just revealed himself!
Who could it be? The little spy guessed in her mind, flashes of the high-ranking faces in the Black Organization appearing in her mind.
It didn’t matter who it was. A qualified spy would not protect anyone. Everything was for the distillery to grow bigger and stronger. She would not let Gin-aniki down!
The fake Yoshijima Echiri admired Gin-aniki the most. She had grown up listening to the legends of Gin.
Every night, the instructor would tell this batch of little spies the glorious deeds of the distillery’s big brother as a bedtime story. After listening, they would sleep soundly, their dreams filled with the cold laughter of Aniki killing moles.
‘When I grow up, I want to be a cold-blooded killer like Aniki, who kills all the red-side moles in the world!’
A great dream had taken root in the fake Yoshijima Echiri’s young heart. Today, it was about to break through the soil and grow into a towering tree.
The red-side mole who had come to rescue the child was getting closer and closer. His true appearance was exposed in the fake Yoshijima Echiri’s eyes.
That person was, as Gin-aniki had predicted, a face the fake Yoshijima Echiri recognized.
That person was, as Gin-aniki had said, hidden very deep. No one could have thought he was a mole.
That person—was Gin-aniki!
On the first day of her mission, the fake Yoshijima Echiri’s worldview shattered before her eyes.
Her most admired Gin-aniki, her idol, her spiritual belief, the god in the hearts of the thousands of distillery employees—had fallen.
Her idol had fallen!
The fake Yoshijima Echiri had a complete breakdown.
The silver-haired man squatted down and dismantled the bomb on the child’s body. His black fedora covered his cold and handsome eyes. The fake Yoshijima Echiri somehow saw a hint of a tough guy’s tenderness on this face.
So this is Aniki’s true face…
The little spy thought in a daze, So Gin’s usual fierceness and indifference are just his contempt for his black-side colleagues, his disdain for the forces of evil. Towards innocent civilians, he is as gentle as a spring breeze and rain.
What a double standard!
For so many years, the distillery employees’ love and admiration for him had all been for naught!
The ropes binding the fake Yoshijima Echiri’s hands and feet were untied. She came to her senses with a jolt.
No, I can’t be deceived by appearances. Wasn’t I also disguised as Yoshijima Echiri?
The Aniki in front of her must be an imposter, a conspiracy of the red-side moles. She would not be fooled.
Vermouth had taught the fake Yoshijima Echiri how to identify a disguise. The simplest way was…
The little girl suddenly lunged, grabbing the silver-haired man’s cheeks with both hands and pulling hard.
‘Gin’s’ face was stretched into a pancake, a shape that the distillery’s employees could only see once in a lifetime.
The fake Yoshijima Echiri’s fingertips trembled, her whole body shaking.
It… it won’t come off!
It’s a real face!
The little spy burst into tears.
“Waaaaah! My life! My ideals! They’re all shattered! Waaaaah!”
The fake Yoshijima Echiri’s cries echoed in the abandoned factory. Bourbon silently mourned for her for three seconds.
I told you not to engage in a personality cult in a criminal organization. An idol falling is so sudden.
The fake Yoshijima Echiri was young and had just debuted. How could she compete with the experienced criminal, Suspect An?
The little spy would never guess that under Gin’s skin was the body-double Scotch, and under the body-double Scotch’s skin was the real Scotch, and under the real Scotch’s skin was the Public Security police officer Hiromitsu, who had been awakened by a grand resurrection spell after being dead for four years.
A nesting doll within a nesting doll. The longest road Gin had ever walked in his life was Fan An’s scheme.
Furuya Rei reviewed the Black Organization’s entire plan. The conspiracy was a series of interlocking rings, with endless traps. Anyone who got the plan would have confidently said that there was no possibility of failure.
There was, my friend. There was.
You ignored the god.
A god only needs to make a small move to make you lose everything. A god never cares about the life or death of the enemy. A god doesn’t care about the life or death of anyone.
…
“How does it feel to cos Gin?” Furuya asked his friend.
Hiromitsu answered calmly, “So ashamed I want to die.”
His personality as a Public Security mole had been completely shattered and rebuilt. Hiromitsu was considering retiring and following An’an to make a living in the entertainment industry. His acting and sense of belief had already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the actors on the market.
Gin’s skin was a limited-time skin. When the time was up, Furuya saw a flash of white light. Gin disappeared, and what appeared was—An’an’s distant cousin.
“I’ve been using this skin lately,” Hiromitsu said, rubbing his face. “It’s a face that An’an personally molded. What do you think?”
Furuya: “Detestable.”
Oh no, I accidentally said what I was thinking. But the thought of the girl enthusiastically cupping his friend’s face and molding it made the blond young man inexplicably angry.
Hiromitsu commented sharply, “You’re just jealous.”
Furuya didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t deny it. He changed the subject. “Hiro, what are your plans for the future?”
At the very least, he had to get a household registration first. Mentor Scotch was still an unregistered resident. He relied on the Black Organization to forge documents for travel and accommodation.
Hiromitsu had to go to Yokohama to get a household registration. When An’an went to the Special Division for Unusual Powers to update her file one day, she would fill in the two missing characters in her ability [My Respected ■■ Mentor], explain the function of her ability, and then, in front of a dazed Sakaguchi Ango, help Hiromitsu with the special business of “Urgent! Can a household registration that has been canceled for over four years be restored? I have returned from the end of the cycle of reincarnation.”
Thinking of the kinds of demons and monsters the Special Division for Unusual Powers had to deal with every day, the undercover Public Security officer couldn’t help but feel grateful that his work was at least Conan Science.
Although it wasn’t that Conan Science… Furuya stared at his friend’s strange face and couldn’t help but ask, “Hiro, can you temporarily revert to your real face?”
Although he was sure that the person in front of him was Hiromitsu, resurrection was still too incredible. It didn’t feel real. He wanted more concrete evidence.
“An’an can do it with her ability,” Hiromitsu said. “Zero, didn’t you ask me what my plans were? I plan to continue being a body double in the distillery.”
Mentor Scotch had discovered after becoming a body double that being a body double was so good, so happy.
Everyone knew that his mental state was not good, so he could go crazy whenever he wanted. When faced with Gin’s three-part traitor interrogation, he just had to throw out some dog-blood literature and have a magic duel. Gin would then leave with a cold snort under Vodka’s persuasion of “Aniki, let it go, let it go. Don’t bother with a body double.”
“It’s much more liberating than when I was an undercover agent,” Hiromitsu said sincerely.
He could even sleep eight hours a day, because he didn’t have to deal with Public Security work.
The active-duty Public Security officer who only slept ninety minutes a day: (mournful gaze.jpg)
Furuya: As long as you’re happy 🙂
…
The case of Yoshijima Echiri’s kidnapping was thus closed.
“Now we just have to deal with the traitorous Senior Superintendent Yoshijima and wait for the fake Yoshijima Echiri to send the news of ‘Gin is a mole’ back to the organization before we make our next move.”
This was the second time Gin had “betrayed” them. Second time. Bourbon was quite looking forward to how he would explain it.
Hiromitsu let his friend look forward to it for a while, then slowly opened his mouth. “Then Zero, have you thought of how you’re going to explain it?”
Furuya: “?”
Did he need to explain anything?
“To stop you from stepping into a trap, I exposed An’an’s ability,” Hiromitsu said. “She has no secrets from you now.”
And An’an still knew nothing about the undercover Public Security officer.
Mentor Scotch felt it was not right. It was not fair.
“Of course,” he added. “If Zero, you only plan on staying in the position of an ex-boyfriend, you don’t have to confess.”
How could that be? Furuya would never be content.
When his Bourbon identity was exposed, he had suggested they separate for a while because he was worried about the girl being dragged into the struggle between red and black. Who would have thought that she had already been involved, quietly doing big things?
Hiromitsu had suggested he confess his identity. Furuya had no objections, but…
“How am I supposed to tell her that Amuro Tooru and Bourbon are both fake names?”
The blond young man said with a headache.
An’an had gone from “Mr. Amuro” to “Tōru-kun,” and had reluctantly accepted that he had a nickname “Bourbon.” Now Furuya had to tell her: these are all fake. You’ve been calling the wrong person all this time.
Miss An: What? Is your name not something that can be seen by people?
She and her entire family were not afraid of puns and showed their real names openly. Why couldn’t he?!
Furuya: “I have a strange feeling that she will take away my right to my name after she knows the truth.”
Hiromitsu: “Your premonition is right. Do you know how An’an calls Gin, Vodka, and Pinga?”
Please welcome Silver-Haired Model Bro, Sunglasses Bodyguard Bro, and Twisted Deep-Closet Bro.
She had never called these three by their correct codenames.
An’an on the night of the breakup to Bourbon: Hello, Blond Host Bro (smile.jpg).
Hiromitsu patted his friend’s shoulder sympathetically.
It wasn’t over. Furuya’s predicament was far from just a name.
“I was the one who suggested we separate for a while. If I tell An’an that those words don’t count…”
An’an: You break up when you want, and you get back together when you want?
An’an: Why?
A person has to have some pride. Love is not something you can buy just because you want to.
Hiromitsu, on the other hand, felt that the situation was not so severe.
Because…
“When I borrowed An’an’s phone to call you today, I saw that her desktop wallpaper is still your photo.”
A blond waiter in a cat apron, a perfect combination of handsome and cute, a photo that was very flattering to her girlfriend.
The girl plays on her phone every day. The moment she opens her phone, she sees her ex-boyfriend’s photo, yet she has never changed the wallpaper.
Mentor Scotch’s authoritative statement: “It proves that even after breaking up, An’an is still attracted to your face. You still have an attraction to her.”
Zero, believe in yourself! As long as you have your face, you have the world!
The pure-hate black-moonlight body-double literature had benefited Mentor Scotch greatly. When he had free time, he had read An’an’s reading list.
Classic literature has endured for a reason. It has its own merits and is of great reference value.
Hiromitsu: “I heard that in the rumors of the Black Organization, Bourbon is quite good at the Honey Trap?”