How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

There was a huge smile on the pale face of the black-haired youth, and a cold glow was brewing in the amber eyes, which pierced directly like a winter ice edge. Under the dim yellow light, it looked a little scary at first glance.

The silver-haired man stiffened slightly with a blank expression.

Is this guy really brainwashed by police cadres? Or is the whole person stupid? Tsk, I heard that those cadre training really seems to make people repeat some brainwashing words back and forth, shouldn't it... This guy has a psychological problem?

Jin Jiu was a little overwhelmed, he licked his chapped lips, coughed dryly, and asked in a daze: "No, what's wrong with you?"

Maybe this guy needs a psychiatrist? There are such talents in the organization, but people like them with a lot of secrets, the last thing they want to see is a psychiatrist. However, he actually has some self-taught knowledge of clinical psychology, which may help. Questioning your identity and asking "Who am I?" What kind of mental illness should it be?

The black-haired youth in front of him tilted his head and sat obediently on the sofa, seemingly still waiting for his reply. Jin Jiu paused silently, raised his eyebrows, and said in an extremely uncertain tone: "If you were asking your name, I remember your name is Xin Haikong?"

That's right, this guy's name, Gin, hasn't been forgotten.

"I'm Xin Haikong?"

The black-haired youth tilted his head, showing a smile that was not a smile.

This really startled Gin.

Can't even remember your own name? Is this a psychological problem or a physical problem?

Without saying a word, Gin stood up from the sofa, kicked away the small glass table between them, strode forward, and stretched out his hand to press the back of the black-haired youth's head.

"What are you doing?"

The black-haired youth stood up from the sofa alertly, distanced himself from Gin, and got into another place to stand.

"I..." Gin retracted his hand, and his fingers curled up unconsciously. He wants to check if there is something wrong with your brain, how long has this symptom lasted, and whether he has gone to the hospital to check.

Seeing that Big Brother didn't say a word and stared at him silently with a look of mental retardation, Xin Haikong made a patch for his own problem.

"What I'm asking is, what's my code name?"

His subconscious mind told him that in front of this guy, no matter how he jumped, nothing would happen. In this case, if there is something you don't know, why bother to think about and explore various potential possibilities by yourself, just ask directly.

If you are not sure about your code name, just ask your code name directly.

"Code name?"

The silver-haired youth's expression went blank for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, but his lips opened and closed, but he never uttered a word.

This is too inconsistent with Big Brother's character of doing what he says. Is this question difficult to answer?

Xin Haikong frowned slightly, staring at the silver-haired man standing opposite him with the same doubts.

Gin also had doubts on his face, but his eyes were still full of doubts. His tone was a little low, and he said reluctantly: "Is there really nothing wrong with your brain? I remember when you first woke up, I told you clearly that you don't have any code name for the wine name. Have you forgotten? "

?

When he just woke up?

There will be awakening, indicating that he has been in a coma. How long has he been in a coma, is Xin Haikong still him before the coma?

The one in the mouth of the gin, the time he woke up, may be an important time point. It might even be his starting point on this timeline, so where does everything end up pointing?

It's hard to say, Gin may not get all the facts, and he may not really tell everything he knows.

Xin Haikong does not have any codenames for wine names, so Moscato was really made up by him later.

Then what happened to M. The reason why Toru Amuro believes in the existence of M shows that there is indeed a transcendent M in the winery. When he communicated with Gin, he used two code names, one was Moscato, which he had mistakenly thought, and the other was M. Big Brother did not show any strange emotions, indicating that he knew both codes.

Moscato is a code name he made up to play, and it is normal for Gin to know. But what about M?

The silver-haired man standing opposite him no longer just looked at him with the mentally retarded eyes, but now he looked at him with the mentally retarded eyes. If he asked more bluntly, Big Brother would probably send him to the mental hospital under the organization to have a look.

Be more modest.

The black-haired young man slightly restrained the strange expression on his face, and took advantage of the situation to sit back on the original sofa of Jinjiu.

"Calm down, I have a good brain."

"..." Jin Jiu was speechless for a while.

Anyway, your brain doesn't look very good.

But so far it doesn't seem to be any different. This guy's period of convulsions is not once or twice, and he is sometimes close to him like a brother, and sometimes alienated like a stranger who can't be beaten.

Moreover, this guy has kept his hands on him, and he is even more cruel to himself. Day by day, I don't know what the **** is going on in my mind, and all kinds of whimsy are coming out one after another.

Not knowing the code name and name should be a new complication. Or are you experimenting with him, practicing some new trick? Jin Jiu comforted himself, and sat down in Xin Haikong's original seat.

Xin Haikong saw that the situation had eased, and his temptation was revived once again. It's known that he doesn't have a codename that starts with the wine's name, but that doesn't mean he doesn't necessarily have a codename.

The black-haired young man put his arms on the armrest of the sofa, put **** against his temples, and said casually in a chatty tone: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I met a guy that day, and he seems to know my identity."

"Who?"

The silver-haired youth suddenly sat up from the sofa, the original blank expression on his face was replaced by a sudden surge of anger. The corners of his mouth turned down, and a strong killing intent burst out from his dark eyes. As if the guy was going to be killed for Xin Haikong in the next second.

Such a big reaction?

Xin Haikong raised his eyebrows slightly and swallowed the original test words with difficulty. He originally wanted to set up another set of M's identity, but if he really did, he probably wouldn't be able to end it.

"A disgusting fellow, call me Moscato."

Hearing the words, the silver-haired man breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the sofa again. He sneered, and there was a hint of resentment in his tone.

"Don't pant when you talk in the future. Moscato, didn't you make it up and play it yourself?" Gin lowered his head and silently began to break his fingers, "Moscato, Modrella, Mott... Do you still make up a few names like this? The titles starting with M in the organization are almost exhausted for you."

"And that disgusting guy, is he showing off to me who you have successfully deceived?"

The silver-haired man sighed, a little helpless. "Speaking of which, not long ago that guy Rum complained about why there are so many members starting with M in the organization, and they are all piled up under my hands. Now everyone really thinks that I have a lot of talents under my hands, but they are all of you. A messy vest made by people. I advise you to find your heir as soon as possible, get rid of these messy code names, and when there is a big task, I will see how you do it. "

...It seems that the level of my code numbering is quite high. The name machine is simply worthy of the title of HR of his winery.

So he first made up the code number to occupy the pit, and then directly took up the post when he recruited people? Malt was distributed to Zhu Fu Jingguang by him, and Moscato to himself.

Needless to say, it's pretty far-sighted. As long as all the members starting with M can be driven by him, it is estimated that the three choices of M on the forum will never end in a lifetime.

But Gin also mentioned that he made up a lot of code names starting with M, so why did he choose the letter M? Does this letter have any special meaning? Why not start with G, start with L, but it starts with M. M must have something to do with his identity at the winery, what was his identity when he woke up at the point in time mentioned by Gin?

Jin Jiu's attitude is not right, he must have something to hide, is there anything he can't tell him directly?

Xin Haikong frowned and pressed his temples with his fingers tiredly. Regarding this point, on the current timeline, he may not find the answer at all, and he needs to go back to the farther past to find clues. Maybe he can also find out what the relationship between him and Gin is.

If you can't solve it, put it aside. Thinking of this, Xin Haikong relaxed and leaned back on the sofa.

The clues known so far are enough for him to make a layout. How to save Zhu Fu Jingguang is just a matter of one sentence. Moscato was originally a fake code name, indicating that he didn't need to hold back when dealing with Akai, and he could deceive as much as he wanted. The only question is, what kind of impression does he need to make on Zhufu?

The mysterious member of the organization, M? The humiliating police officer Moscato? Or the little policeman Xin Haikong who knows nothing? Anyway, we have to do it, it is better to make things bigger.

The silver-haired young man sitting opposite him suddenly turned to his side and waved to the bartender over at the bar.

Seeing this, the latter walked quickly with a tray that had already been prepared. There are two glasses of amber wine on the plate, I don't know what it is.

Gin took a cup to himself, took a sip, and motioned Xin Haikong to drink another cup with his eyes.

But Shinkai didn't want to drink this time.

The black-haired youth leaned on the sofa in a relaxed manner, tilting his head to look at Gin. "Is there a new sniper under your command?"

Find out if Rey is under Ginman first.

"Two. What's the matter?" Gin put down the glass in his hand and glanced at the black-haired young man suspiciously. "You don't need to perform a mission, why are you looking for a sniper?"

Two, Zhu Fu Jingguang is also there? Just finished.

"It's useful. Are those two snipers on a mission?"

"An intelligence officer is assigned, and they want to assassinate the president of Hashimoto Co., Ltd." The silver-haired youth showed a grim smile, "That guy is very powerful, he took out the organization's medicine and sold it."

If it's been a few days since the accident of Zhu Fu Jingguang, then the time when Zhu Fu Jingguang's identity was exposed should be close at hand.

The black-haired young man sat up straight and said excitedly, "I have been too bored in the police academy recently, and I want to participate in this case too."

"You? But this task is very simple..." The three guys were barely comparable to those **** in the organization, assassinating a president in a district, it couldn't be easier, and there really was no need for additional command from others.

When Jin Jiu wanted to refute, he retracted a little under the excited eyes of the black-haired youth. Does this guy have any nasty plans to use? It's really the same as before. He felt a chill down his spine, and he couldn't help shaking a little, trying to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling.

"I'll ask Vodka to send you their contact information, whereabouts, and how to send them to you. Do you want me to use the name of M directly, or use your random code name?"

"Can I use your code name?" Xin Haikong got off the donkey, tilting his head and pretending to be innocent.

"...?" His code name? Gin?

The silver-haired youth opened his mouth to say something, but closed it silently. His face was blank.

"Huh? Can't you?"

"…up to you."