By the time Bourbon and Scotland had packed up and came out, the young man looked impatient to wait.
"The time I spent waiting for you two made me experience the feeling of waiting for a lady. Did you also put on perfect makeup?" The boy squatted on the ground with one hand supporting his chin and the other hand touching the calico cat, while lazily
He complained arrogantly.
Bourbon and Scotland, who had indeed spent a lot of time to cover themselves up, were silent for a moment and ignored his sarcasm.
"You can go now." The blond man said calmly.
"It's useless even if you cover it up..." Tsushima Shuji looked at them, his face filled with gloating.
The wounds on their faces cannot be blocked. Even if they are covered with bandages, many things can be observed through the small wounds, bruises, and... ugly expressions on their faces.
For example, they must have been having a bad time during this period.
But their eyes are not tired, full of energy, cold and sharp.
It's like...
The mental state is diametrically opposed to the physical state.
"Are you leaving?" the blond man asked with a smile on his face.
It was as if Tsushima Shuji would just carry the person away if he didn't say anything.
"Okay, okay, let's go now." Tsushima Shuji stood up and waved his hand.
If Bourbon and Scotland don't care, then it doesn't matter.
and……
I originally wanted to share their pitiful appearance with others, so I let everyone attend the welcome party~
Bourbon and Scotland didn't know that many people were invited to this welcome party.
It will definitely give them a big surprise.
"Toru-kun, you should still remember how to drive, right?" Shuji Tsushima looked at Toru Amuro with suspicion.
"I have no amnesia." Toru Amuro said with a twisted smile.
He has not lost his memory, and there are some things that he will not forget even if he loses his memory, right? For example, physical instincts and so on.
but……
After thinking about Chablis's successful experiment in fabricating memories, Toru Amuro was a little unsure again.
"Why do I feel that you are sorry that I don't have amnesia?" Toru Amuro asked suspiciously.
"It's an illusion, it's an illusion. How could I wish Tou-kun to lose his memory?" Shuji Tsushima waved his hand with an innocent face.
"Oh~ that's right." The blond man said meaningfully.
But he stopped asking any more questions.
He took the initiative to open the car door for Tsushima Shuji with a very natural movement.
After Shuji Tsushima got into the car, he took the initiative to close the door.
Everything happened naturally like clouds and flowing water.
It wasn't until everything was over that his figure froze.
Scotland looked at him with a smile and got into the passenger seat.
Bourbon looked at his hands with unclear meaning, the emotions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish.
It looked like he wanted to chop his hand off.
But he put down his hand again, went to the driver's seat, sat down, and started the car as if nothing happened.
Scotland and Tsujima Shuji also looked like they had found nothing, which gave Bourbon enough face.
The atmosphere inside the car was extremely quiet.
But beneath this silence, there seemed to be countless undercurrents surging.
…
lupin bar.
"That guy Cao called us all out, but he came so late." Chianti put down the wine glass heavily, and the swallowtail butterfly at the end of his eyes spread its wings and was ready to fly.
"And...who is that guy and why did he sneak in?" She pointed at the red-haired man wearing a sand-colored trench coat and asked.
The other party came earlier than them, and only ordered a glass of distilled wine, and then he was holding a notebook and writing something unknown.
"Don't worry about him, he's just a retired killer." Gin glanced at the other person and said to Chianti.
"Retired assassins? In other words, they are not those idiot outsiders who don't understand anything?" Chianti said, although his tone was still very rude, but his face looked a little better.
She originally thought that if an outsider sneaked in who didn't understand the rules, she would kill him directly.
Since you are not an outsider, there is no big problem.
The lupin bar is located in a remote place and only entertains regular customers.
Except for some members of the organization, most of the guests are intelligence dealers or killer mercenaries.
Everyone knows the rules well and will not stare at others for a long time or guess other people's identities.
Often those who don't understand the rules and violate other people's taboos will disappear soon after leaving the bar.
"Of course not -" the man with curly black hair stood behind the bar and wiped his wine glass.
"That customer is writing a murder diary. Don't underestimate him." said the man dressed as a slutty bartender.
"Sounds quite interesting." Chianti said, and also stopped looking at the other person's displeasure.
"Why haven't you returned to Italy yet?" Gin lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of white mist.
As the smoke filled the air, that indifferent face became even more unpredictable.
"I actually went back some time ago, but I came back soon. As for the reason..." The man wearing the same clothes as the bartender, but with only two buttons on his shirt, exposing a large chest, was wiping it clean until it was reflective.
cup.
"Of course my young master is here."
"And Japanese girls are sweeter than Italian girls." A meaningful smile appeared on his face.
Even though he was cleaning wine glasses and doing the job of a bartender, he didn't make anyone feel out of place or... humble at all.
He still carries the aura of a person in power, and his movements of wiping the cup are also casual.
"Disgusting," Chianti commented.
"Ah la la, I knew you must be the one who was called disgusting." A pink-haired girl wearing a black and gold sailor suit with twin tails pushed open the door and came to the bar, jumping up and down and said.
"The scumbag who deceived the affections of pure girls, Moscato." She looked at Moscato and said.
"This is not a lie, they obviously invited me on their own initiative." Moscato didn't care about being called a scumbag, but showed a helpless smile.
"Besides, even if I deceive a pure girl, I won't lie to you, Aunt Tiamali." He smiled politely at Tiamali, like a junior looking at an elder.
"Good nephew." Tiamali responded with a smile.
"Trinidad is here, Xiaoqi - are you a boy or a girl today?" Tiamali looked at the slender figure wrapped in black clothes walking behind her.
"..." Trinidad was silent for a moment.
"Trinidad is a man." He seemed to hesitate for a long time before answering.
His voice was still deliberately suppressed, and his voice was inarticulately low.
"The answer this time is faster than before." Tiamali said.
Members familiar with the matter know that Trinidad has gender cognitive disorder.
The other person has to struggle for a long time every time he confirms his gender.
They are often confused, even their voices are confused, and the male and female voices are often confused.