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Chapter 114

Fanwaiyi

My name is Karasuma Mikazuki, and I used to be named Suzuki Mikazuki.

A time traveler, with its own plug-in.

Likes sweets, research, interesting things, hates stupid people, the motto is plagiarized "If it suits me, everything is fine", the dream is to see more miracles.

The identity is a bottle of real wine from the winery.

Currently running away from home.

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"I told you I ran away from home!"

Wasn't it really embarrassing for him to be caught back like this?

Holding an old but well-maintained brown bear, the boy pouted, wishing to hang the three characters of reluctance on his face, staring at the Porsche 356a of gin as if it was some kind of scourge.

The feet in the small boots are nailed to the ground, and they just don't want to move.He looked like a child who rarely came out to play, but was urged to go back by the elders.

Should he be thankful that Cognac wouldn't do such a thing as rolling all over the floor in public?

Gin took a deep breath, resisting the urge to take a cigarette out of his pocket.

And, for the Nth time, I reminded myself that this is the most precious scientific researcher of the organization, or the grandson of that direct relative, even that one can only be coaxed to confess.If you are happy, you have to serve desserts, if you are unhappy, you have to do everything possible to make him happy.

All in all, one sentence:

Hit, don't get!

"The one said you can play, but you must be safe."

Seeing that this is on the line, fortunately, Gin was already prepared. After receiving the news that Cognac had run away from home, he thought of the possibility of this happening in advance, and asked who should do it after finding someone? what to do.

To be honest, he was just asking at the time, and he didn't feel that he could really find someone.

As one of the few members who truly understands what Kognac is capable of, Gin knows that as long as Sankayue is happy, no one will be able to find him.

It was pure accident to catch a cat in the mall just passing through Mihua Town.

Compared with Rum, who hastily mobilized intelligence personnel to find someone, Gin Jiu has no idea about currying favor with the big celebrity of this organization.

However, everyone was caught, and after reporting to that person, that person offered to give him a vacation and let him concentrate on raising cats, and Gin had no objections.

"Ok."

Hearing that she won't be sent back, Sanriyue's eyes lit up, and she seemed less reluctant to climb into the back seat of the car.

Gin:  …

The Porsche 356a has a one-sided door design. Although it also has a rear seat, it requires opening the co-pilot and then bending over to climb in.

Will buy this car, besides Gin does like it, there is also a reason why he doesn't like someone sitting behind him.For example, Belmode, because he doesn't like such an inelegant posture when getting in the car, he is no longer willing to rub his car, and he complained more than once, but Gin just doesn't bother to care about her.

Now, looking at the cat's butt twisting and twisting in front of him with difficulty, Gin evened the corners of his mouth, trying not to show a happy expression.

Cats can run and make noise.

It's hard to coax.

That one is a lesson from the past.

Back to this morning.

Gin, who fell asleep at five o'clock in the morning, was woken up by a phone call. Looking at the time, it was nine o'clock in the morning.

The man who had only slept for four hours connected the phone with a low pressure, and was completely tossed awake by the faint words over there.

The person on the other side of the phone had a hoarse voice, with a tone of faint breakdown and an imperceptible sense of relief.

"San Riyue ran away from home, remember to get him back."

After finishing speaking, before Qin Jiu could reply, he immediately hung up the phone.

A few seconds later, the phone that was stared at by Qin Jiu turned on again. When I clicked on it, it was a breeding rule with a content of more than 300 M and rich pictures and texts.

Gin: ...he suspects that all the members of the organization who have been in contact with Sanriyue have received the same rules for raising cats.

He called Rum and asked about it, and then got the sad story of the cat who tried hard to coax the angry cat for a whole week, but the cat didn't appreciate it and ran away from home.

Qin Jiu: ... No wonder that person hung up on the phone so quickly.

He had met each other when Cognac was a child and he was also in New York.The biggest impression, apart from the pair of blue eyes that look different from normal people, the deepest is the level of difficulty that is directly proportional to the level of his brain genius.

The cause is that the breeder Scotch that the cat got used to died.

Scotch Whiskey is an undercover... Besides, it doesn't matter.Anyway, when did the organization have fewer undercover agents?

The point is that when Scotland's undercover identity was exposed, Cognac was kept in the dark, and he stayed happily in the laboratory, waiting for Scotland to pick him up and make him caramel muffins that he had agreed on earlier. .

Then there was a thunderbolt, and the breeder disappeared.

That one was still guilty, so he didn't dare to tell him in person, and very unkindly sent the rye who had killed Scotch whiskey to pick up Cognac, and told him about it.

Hope to use the 'culprit' to divert the cat's anger.

As for whether such a small method is useful...

Just look at the young man sitting in his car with an angry expression on his face.

I heard that Rye was very unlucky during that time. When I went out, I would encounter a red light. My car would definitely be towed away if I parked on the side of the road for more than 3 minutes. Huaping.

I don't know what Rye is thinking, but Gin imagined this situation for himself, and then deeply felt that the boy sitting in the back seat was really a big trouble.

It doesn't work if you don't raise them.

Just as Gin was about to let Vodka drive, he saw the teenager sitting in the back seat staring out the car window.He glanced over and saw a kid who probably just came back from an amusement park with a balloon tied to his wrist holding up a marshmallow big enough to cover his face and licking vigorously.

Taking another look, I am sure, the face of Kognac, the most precious treasure of the organization, is full of envy.

To a kid with marshmallows to add.

Also stared at him hard.

Gin, who had a premonition that the future would not be easy, sighed secretly, and took out his pocket: "Use this pad first, and I will take you to the convenience store later."

Sanriyue probed and saw that it was a bar of chocolate.The packaging is dark, and it looks like the kind without sugar and milk.

Immediately shrank back in disgust.

"No."

The silver-haired killer was calm, and stretched the emergency chocolate to the back seat of the car: "It's only 70% cocoa, and it still has a sweet taste."

After holding it patiently for a long time, a claw finally stretched out from the back seat, and swished the chocolate over.

Gin felt in a trance that he was establishing an initial relationship of trust with a real little animal.

When he arrived at his safe house, the sense of déjà vu became stronger.

Vodka has its own safe house, which was dropped off halfway.Now they are staying at Gin's stronghold.There is an independent training room and a suite for sitting, sleeping and living. Only he and Vodka who come here occasionally know the location.

Now there is one more cat.

Poured himself a glass of whiskey from the wine cabinet, and the silver-haired killer watched the young man walk around and look there, and even opened the probe to take a look in the bathroom.

It looks very much like a milk cat who has just changed places and is beginning to get familiar with the new environment.

Did Sanriyue know that she was raised as a cat?

Of course I know!

However, there is nothing wrong with that.

There were scattered training equipment in the training room. He estimated a little bit, and calculated the physical fitness of the temporary owner--one thing to say, such data is top-notch even in professional fighting.

In actual combat, let alone.

No wonder it's only been a decade or so since a young man surpassed a large group of uncles and became the controller in charge of the entire Japanese regional action group.

"You are amazing~"

After seeing the training room, Sanriyue walked into the living room and looked around. Don't expect sunshine in this kind of underground training room.But fortunately, the sofa is not bad.

He sat down on his butt and twisted it. He felt that the softness was quite good, and immediately declared with satisfaction: "This will be my territory from now on."

Gin, who had been robbed of his favorite sofa, raised his eyebrows.

He'd like to grab him by the neck and throw him right now, if he could, and close the door.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat handmade cookies and hot milk tea."

The boy raised his nose and meowed at him.

After automatically putting the cat filter on the person in front of him, Qin Jiu felt that his mood immediately became much calmer.

And took out his mobile phone to see who else could be the owner.

Anyway, he certainly can't.

"Don't think about it, except for Rum and Belmode, no one can accept me now."

Crescent Moon, who had already pulled out his computer and was typing something, didn't look up, dispelling the idea of ​​someone trying to kick him out.

"I don't like rum, neither does Belmode."

Qin Jiu grabbed the phone and thought for a while, then admitted with difficulty that it was true.

Just had an accident where the owner became an undercover agent, even if Sanriyue didn't care about it - he cared more about the professionalism of the owner in housekeeping - that one wasn't big enough to let unknown people get close to the organization's treasure.

The unknown people here refer to all the members who are not rooted in Zhengmiaohei and joined halfway.

But to be honest, Gin is very suspicious. Sanriyue actually knew Scotch Whiskey's undercover identity a long time ago, but was completely corroded by sugar-coated shells.

Imagine that Cognac once again meets a top-notch housekeeper who, like Scotch whiskey, has endless patience with him and agrees to any outrageous requests.

Kognac is very likely, no, Gin is sure, this guy will definitely not say anything, and enjoy being taken care of with peace of mind.

"Only takeaway."

Finding that there is indeed no other place to foster, Gin compromised and said with a cold face.

Just a week ago, Sankayue, who was still enjoying Scotch whiskey and various handmade desserts customized to his taste, raised his eyes from the computer to look at the cold face of the silver-haired killer, and sniffled.

He really wants Scotch whiskey.

Qin Jiu: ...Wait, is he going to cry? !