Moscato put all his energy into mixing wine, mixing glass after glass without letting anyone else drink.
Instead, after placing a piece on the bar, I picked up one cup after another and drank it all in one gulp.
I drank a glass of gin and black wine for a long time and still didn't finish it.
Vodka just wants to hold the bottle and drink it.
A man wearing a sand-colored trench coat, with red hair and brown eyes walked into the bar.
The wind chimes at the door swayed.
"Brother, this is not..." Vodka glanced at the new man and said to Gin in a low voice.
Isn't this Kaa's... friend?
Ordinary, ordinary people who are incompatible with their world.
For some reason, Kaa was having a great time chatting with the other party, and as long as the other party was around, Kaa would ignore everyone around him.
"What? Are they actually acquaintances?" Moscato's honey-colored eyes circled around the new man, then looked at the vodka and gin.
"Don't worry about him." The man with long silver-gray hair closed his eyes, not knowing whether he said it to Vodka or Moscato.
The new man sat down in front of the bar in a familiar manner and took out a notebook and a pen as if he was just looking for a suitable environment for creation.
"This guest, what would you like to drink?" Moscato asked slightly tentatively.
"...Distilled alcohol will be fine, thank you." The red-haired man thought seriously for a moment and replied seriously.
Then he lowered his head and continued reading his little book.
Moscato:…
Why do you, a person who looks like you are in your twenties or thirties, do something like a good student who accidentally entered a bar, but still do your homework seriously?
Moscato felt that there was something strange about the people he met recently.
The group of female guests who were clamoring to have a threesome with him and Gin.
And now this man who looks like he shouldn't be in the bar.
He poured someone a glass of distilled wine with a heavy heart, but still had a romantic and ambiguous smile on his face.
"Please use your distilled wine slowly." He placed the wine in front of the strange man.
"Okay, thank you." The man looked at him seriously and thanked him.
"Guest, what are you writing? Can I read it?" Moscato asked curiously with a smile on his face.
"Well... I hope you can give me some advice, thank you very much." The red-haired man thought for a while, handed him the small book, and said very seriously.
Moscato took the small book and glanced at it, his expression gradually became strange.
"Well, if you use potassium chlorate to kill people...the lips and nails will not turn purple after death, but will turn into light pink..."
"This man's body, which had lost too much blood, was cold, stiff, and pale..."
Moscato looked at the items listed in the small book about what corpses looked like in different ways of death, and fell into silence.
"My guest, are you a forensic doctor?" Moscato asked.
"No, I'm just an ordinary person who wants to be a writer." The red-haired man was stunned and shook his head quickly.
"Ordinary people..." Moscato smiled.
Do ordinary people know the different behaviors of corpses caused by these methods of death?
It's written so clearly, it's like you've observed it with your own eyes.
And not only did I observe the corpse, but it seemed like...
I have seen many people die for different reasons.
Besides, what kind of works need to write these things! Is there a comprehensive popular science on how to die? It will become a banned book!
Moscato decided to retract his previous belief that the other party was an ordinary person.
"What kind of book are you planning to write?" I asked curiously.
"About... a killer who found respect for life... and the dream of writing a book..." The red-haired man frowned and thought seriously.
Vodka glanced at him.
Even Gin, who was drinking with his eyes closed as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, opened his eyes.
"Plots about killers killing people don't need to be so...realistic..." Moscato reminded kindly.
It’s so true that as soon as this book is published, someone might suspect him and come looking for him.
"Wouldn't it be better to write more truthfully?" the red-haired man wondered sincerely.
Guba
"Guest, you must understand that what you are writing is a novel, not an autobiography." Moscato sighed, gave a final reminder, and lowered his voice on the word autobiography.
"That's right...I understand, thank you, I will try to modify it according to what you said." The red-haired man nodded and thanked strictly.
His big eyes suddenly widened under his vodka sunglasses.
"Big...brother..." Vodka turned to look at his eldest brother.
Kaa's friend...
Is he actually a killer?
Oh no, he must have been a killer.
It’s completely invisible!
He obviously looks like an honest person...
"Shut up, Vodka, there's nothing strange about this." Gin turned his head and continued drinking with his eyes closed.
Sure enough, Kaa's little devil's friend couldn't be really ordinary.
only……
The former killer...well...
It seems that it has been cleared and landed.
Kaa cannot be like the other party.
"Dingling bell——"
Waiting at the door for the wind chime to ring again.
The man carrying a small black suitcase walked in timidly.
"Excuse me, can I have a glass of gin?" The man sat down in front of the bar, wiped his sweat and asked the bartender.
Gin opened his eyes, and Moscato smiled.
"Of course, guest," Moscato said.
"Huh -" the man breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is everything ready?" A cold voice sounded in his ear.
"...Yes...Yes." The man did not dare to look carefully and could only lower his head.
"It's all here." He carefully handed over the suitcase in his hand.
"You can go." The cold voice said.
"Okay, okay." The man put down the suitcase in his hand and fled the place quickly.
"It seems like this glass of wine is going to be wasted." Moscato shook the glass and said.
Gin opened the suitcase, took a look at the banknotes inside, and then closed the suitcase.
He was just checking to see if any idiot would fool the organization with counterfeit money.
The red-haired man said nothing and continued to hold a small notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, thinking seriously.
Then I wrote something in the notebook, put it away, and started drinking seriously.
After finishing the wine in the glass, putting down the exact amount of money, he turned around and left the bar.
"Sure enough, no matter how you look at it, it looks ordinary..." Vodka sighed after the other party left.
"In this environment, ordinary is the most extraordinary." Gin said with a cruel smile.
In an environment like Lupin, I was subjected to all kinds of scrutiny, even sitting next to a few of my own people, but I could still act so ordinary, as if I was not in a bar, but in any calm and safe place.
This is unusual enough.
"How did Kaa know each other?" Vodka looked confused.
Gin just raised the corners of his mouth silently.
I'm afraid it was also a move made by that person.
Since he regarded that kid as his heir, he has taken him by his side and raised him personally.
even……
Even the kid's subordinates made arrangements personally.
In the nine years since that kid became that heir, how many of the members who appeared with code names were the subordinates that the other party found for them?